Disclaimer: I do not own Starscream, the Transformers or the phoenix. The first two belong to Hasbro and Takara, and the latter I have no clue, it's a mythological creature.

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Starscream: The Phoenix

I am the phoenix, golden and glorious, fiery and furious, spirited and crushed. I am the phoenix, in all my embodiment. I always have been, I always will be. I am the phoenix that guards you in your dreams, I am the phoenix that haunts you in your nightmares. I am the risen, I am the fallen. Every day I rise up from the ashes of death, only to fall as I am struck down again. Every day I live so that I may die. Every day I die so that I may live. I am the phoenix. I am Starscream.

Silver is my body, a brilliant chrome. Dazzling, shimmering, beautiful, pure… tainted with blood red, for my anguish and my pain. Blue are my hands that reach towards the skies, my skies. As a fish is to water, a jet is to air; the skies are my domain. My crimson optics hold the fire of a thousand suns, burning bright in the dark grey face so often twisted in defensive snarls and disapproving scowls. Topped with a black darker than the night, my helm protects my mind from others, protects others from my mind…

A shining, innocent soul, a young phoenix newly hatched from an egg carelessly discarded. A bright spark of hope, peace, and light, that rises up formidably and screams its challenge to the stars. I shall be happy, I shall win our game. The stars do not comply. Pain, anguish, loss, loneliness, emptiness… everything that mattered gone, that one thing that made life worth living was lost, possibly forever. That one thing, that one mech, that single light that shone through the darkness, lost in a world of cold ice.

He is gone, my world is gone, I cannot feel worse than this, sink lower in this hole I find myself in. The phoenix cannot be more wrong. Not a fall, but a plummet, into a hole that feels endless, is endless. The bottom seems so near, but each time it is almost reached, it disappears, and the phoenix falls further and further and further. Each attempt to scrabble up those walls is another step towards the bottomless bottom. Each plea receives retribution, each punishment pain, each hurt causes resentment, each hatred revenge, each defence attack, each offence, a plea. Disguised as a circle, it's really a spiral, which only leads in one direction, downwards.

And then as the phoenix makes his great rise, he is struck down with the final blow, and falls, falls, falls and dies, the shining spark turning to ashes of grey. But I am the phoenix, I shall never die. From the ashes I rise, in all my burning glory, one more scar hidden on my spark, one more tear that shall never fall, one more pain, one more hatred, an eternity more loneliness.

Red and silver, crimson and chrome, blood and sword. Optics orange, fiery passion ignited. Dark helm protects my mind from others, others from my mind, my mind from myself, myself from my mind… face a ghostly white, so pale, so ill inside am I. And I shall fall, so that I may rise. Again, and again, and again.

Loneliness is my only friend, pain my only visitor, tears my only comfort. I will cry as I see them fall. They can never rise. Not like I, the immortal phoenix. I will cry for them. But who will cry for me?