Sam - Found it! Mwahahahhaha! Ok here's part three! I better upload it before the others wake up! No time like the present right? XD
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Last Time in Aussy Spazz...
"Grindz to Napalm. I have Syndrome, but he's in pretty bad shape. I suggest-" The door infront of them was suddenly blown in, revealing the mech that was out on the battlefeild. He smirked, seeing Grindz.
"Wrong move kid. Now hand him over and I might let you live"
Grindz moved infront of Syndrome, taking out his weapon. He hadn't fourght since he had left his brothers for the second time but he had to, Syndromes life was at stake!
"I won't let you take him... You'll have to go through m-me to get him..." His nervousness showed in his voice. Strife's smile disappeared as he narrowed his golden optics, them both transfixed on Grindz. He took out a weapon, followed by another. Before Grindz could react, Strife had him against the wall, both weapons jammed in his back. The darkness in the room had worked to Strifes advantage, taking the younger by surprise. Grindz shivered, his breathing quickening.
"As you wish..."
To Be Continued...
...Right now
"Bullet! Hang on buddy!"
Airstrike and Napalm dug furiously in the pile of rubble. Bullet had been buried alive during their last skirmish, leaving them to dig him out. The mech and femme that had attacked earlier had disappeared somewhere, worrying Napalm.
"Why would they just vanish?"
Bullet's face and body finally emerged from the wreckage "Ach... Perhaps they went after Grindz..."
"I hope not" Airstrike carefully lifted Bullet out of the hole then helping to the ground. Bullet immediately gasped, leaning onto Airstrike's side and clenching his optics shut and gripping his friends plating tightly.
"Ow ow! Something's wrong with my foot!" Airstrike supported his friend, leading him carefully over to a safe area to sit down. Bullet hopped with him to the spot, then allowed the jet to sit him down. Napalm sat beside him, poking around in the Subaru's wound.
"You've sprained a linkage dude"
"What? You gotta be kidding me!"
"I'm not kidding Speeder..."
Bullet flung his arms around aimlessly "Oh this is just great!"
"Look on the bright side" Airstrike shrugged "You could've lost your whole foot!"
"Firestorm!" Firestorm looked round upon hearing his name. He turned to see Skartplug. Great...
"Yes?" Firestorm decided to play the neutral card today, seeing as technically he hadn't done anything wrong. The dark grey mech caught him up immediately, his dark red optics meeting Firestorms lifeless grey ones.
"Sneaking out are we?"
"Threes something seriously wrong with Syndrome Skarts... and I gotta find out what it is"
"It's understandable. But" he smirked "Next time warn me. I looked like a right gonk talking to myself"
Firestorm smiled back. He knew Skartplug would understand. He knew first hand the strength between the two bots friendship. It dated back to when Syndrome was only a youngling...
"Stop! Thief!!" Syndrome ran, his body black and optics red, clutching the small energon cube for dear life. He could hear the pounding of mechs and femmes behind him. He kept running, coming up to an alleyway he knew well. Suddenly, a beam of light passed his face, making him panic. Gunshots?! They'd never used weapons before...
'Keep going Drome! You're almost there!' Stormcrow coached him to keep running. He had to!
"AHHHHHHH!" he screamed, a shot hitting him in the leg, sending him sprawling across the ground. He skidded over the metal pavement, creating sparks as his side screeched then stopped as he smacked legs first into a wall. The cube flew out of his hands and hit the ground, spilling all over the floor. In desperation, Syndrome cupped his hands and sipped the metallic liquid off the ground. His leg was spilling its own load over the ground, sending painful surges throughout his body. The ally wasn't too far...
'Drome... Drome they're coming!' Syndrome tried, but he couldn't push himself off the ground. He started crawling slowly to the alleyway, but his efforts were in vain as someone tightly gripped his scruffbar on his neck. He screamed again, his capturer sending several punches into his back. He gasped for breath, every hit winding him. Before he could try and break free, he was slammed to the ground, the fist in his back turning into a foot. More feet were added by the other angry chasers, kicking every area, until...
"STOP!" a loud screech made the crowd stop their attacks. Syndrome whimpered and cried loudly. His entire body hurt. He could see his own fluids and metal around him.
"How low can you get?! Attacking an innocent youngling like this! You should be ashamed of yourselves!" Syndrome cringed. Who was protecting him... and why?
"Whatever kid" The group started dispersing. "Lousy rotten outsider..." Syndrome screamed in pain as someone walked over him like a doormat. The group above him started disappearing, most of them adding a kick to his already damaged form. Syndrome used the last of his energy to curl up, his frame shaking and spewing out liquids. He cried in his balled form. A form towered over him, its shadow blocking out the sunlight. Syndrome breathed quickly, trying his best to stop his fear. He was doing fine until he felt two warm hands under him, beginning to pick him up...
"I-I'm sorry! I'll never do it again I swear! P-please don't hurt me! I'll-"
His pleas were stopped by his coughs, a mixture of oil and energon spewing out of his mouth. He turned in the strangerâ–“s arms, purging his damaged tanks over the ground. He coughed again, spitting out the last of his load. He waited for the stranger to roughly drop him on the ground, squeal something along the line of him being disgusting, then the all-powerful boot in the backside. He looked ahead. Yep, he was lined up for the ally ahead. But it never came. Instead, he was met with two lifeless grey optics as the bot turned him to gently rest in his arms. Syndrome gasped, arching to keep off his painfully attacked back. He started crying, his back creaking.
"Shh.. it's alright... I won't hurt you..."
"H-huh?" The form in front of him smiled a little "I'm not going to hurt you..."
The bot stood up straight, cradling Syndrome in his arms. Syndrome whimpered "W-where are you taking me?"
"Back to my place"
"P-please... D-"
"I'm not going to hurt you..."
Syndrome sniffed as he was walked down the road, mechs and femmes casting disgusted glares at him. He cowered, backing into the red body of the bot holding him. The stranger was a young mech. He was older than Syndrome was with deep red armour and lifeless grey optics. A group of mechs ahead stopped their chatting as the two walked past, casting glares at Syndrome. The mech looked back at them angrily and stopped, turning round. Syndrome hid his face shaking.
"You got a problem?!"
One stepped forward. He was heavily built, obviously a fighter "Not with you we haven't! But with the scum in your arms yeah!"
"Looked at yourself lately?"
"What?!"
The mech smirked and walked away, leaving the older to rank onto his snickering friends. Syndrome looked up, seeing the mech smirking.
"0wned."
The smaller couldn't help but laugh a little, his body colour changing from the black he had donned back to his normal grey. The mech blinked.
"How the heck did you do that?"
Syndrome stopped laughing "I-I... I don't know?"
The older just smiled, turning a corner then stopping. He typed a code into the keypad and stepped in, turning on the lights.
"Here we are. Oh by the way, what's your name?"
Syndrome hesitated. This mech had saved his life... "S-Syndrome..."
The red bot smiled again, placing him gently on his berth "Please to meet you Syndrome. I'm Firestorm"
"I don't know why I didn't pick up he was a street mech then and there at the time..." Firestorm and Skartplug wandered slowly to their preset co-ordinates, talking about how they had met. It was obvious that Firestorm was troubled by his friend's actions. What wasn't so obvious was the fact Firestorm was hurting. At this present time, he hated himself. He hated the fact that all of this was his fault. If he hadn't of asked... none of this would be happening.
"Well we can't think about that now. Lets just get there first"
Storm nodded "You're right. Let's move"
Grindz shut his optics tightly, shaking in fear. Strife smiled evilly, pushing his weapon further into his back plates. Grindz opened his optics and gasped. "O-ow..."
"You still wanna go one on one with me?" Strife whispered, sliding his free hand between a gap in the black mech's back. Grindz tensed, feeling Strife grab a wire, threatening to pull it loose. The whole situation had him scared. Slowly, he reached for the gun that was concealed in his leg. Strife saw the movement and rubbed his thumb up and down the wire, pulling it slightly.
"Uh uh... I wouldn't do that if I was you..."
Grindz froze. That was his last resort. What was he going to do now?
"What the-" Grindz suddenly felt the wire Strife had gripped onto be pulled out roughly, causing him to cry out. Strife was suddenly on the ground, a red mech pinning him there. He slid to the floor, turning round. His optics widenened when he realised who it was.
"D-Drillz?!"
Drillz smiled "Have no fear! Drillz is here!"
"Bah! I'm outta here!" Strife pushed Drillz off and stumbled towards the door. He stood in the doorway for a few seconds, looking back at the three in the room. He smirked "I'll be back for you Syndrome..."
Grindz crawled over to the said mech, falling flat on his face beside him. Drillz came over and knelt by them both.
"You alright?" his voice was terrifyingly gentle. Grindz tensed "W-what are you doing here?"
"Look bro. We might be enemies, but I don't wanna see Syndrome hurt. Sounds stupid I know, but for now Grindz, we're equal ya got that?"
Grindz blinked. His brother, one of the three that had beaten him out of the brotherhood, the one LEADING the brotherhood, was offering to help!? He smiled. Trust was always something he'd had in his brothers.
"Loud and clear brother"
"Good" he scooted over to Grindz and turned him around, opening his back plate "Now keep still whilst I see what that glitch did"
Grindz complied, touching Syndrome's leg to check his injuries. Syndrome tensed, moving his leg away "N-no..."
"Don't worry Drome... its me..."
"G-Grindz?" the grey mech whispered. He felt the touch on his leg and tensed again, before shaking slightly. He couldn't help it...
"Guys? Grindz? Syndrome? Where are you two?" Airstrike's voice echoed around the room, causing Syndrome to jump. Everything scared him at the moment...
"In here Airstri-ow!" Grindz wasn't able to finish his sentence with Drillz repairing the numerous wires in his back.
"Sorry... wrong one" Drillz found what he was looking for. A loose cable. He quickly found where it had been pulled from and re-inserted it, closing his brother's backplate quickly just as Airstrike and Bullet appeared at the door. Both of them spotted the red mech and pulled out a weapon. Drillz put up his hands, showing he wasn't armed.
"Relax guys... he's safe" Grindz spun round. Airstrike narrowed his optics, both of them still trained on Drillz "How can you be so sure? He's the enemy"
"No..." Syndromes optics whirred to life as he looked up at the black jet and Subaru "He...he isn't a th-threat... H-e helped me..." he trailed off into a whirring of coughs and splutters. Grindz gently patted him on the back. Both Airstrike and Bullet blinked, slowly lowering their weapons.
Drillz slowly lowered his hands "Thank you."
"No.. Thank you..." An evil reply sounded from behind. Everyone whirled round, seeing the femme from the battlefield, Syndrome carelessly thrown over her shoulder. Grindz was the first struck down, receiving a strong kick to the face. He reeled backwards into Drillz screaming as his hands covered his face. Bullet fired his weapon, only to have it bounce off the wall as the femme disappeared through another door.
"Slaggit!" Drillz stroked his brother's helm, slowly removing his hands from his face. Airstrike put Bullet down by a wall as he ran down the hallway in a desperate attempt to track the femme down. Syndrome was his friend, he had to help! But they had disappeared.
Stormcrow fumbled with Syndromes forced open control panel frantically as she hid in the shadows with him. She had to figure out how to activate his stealth before the others found her!
"Where are they?" Stormcrow heard one of her pursuers yell, the jet, if she remembered the voice correctly.
"I've got an energy reading over here!" Yelled another.
Too late. They'd found her. Quickly, she thought of an alternative and smirked as the jet appeared, along with another mech she remembered from the battlefield. Both of them had their weapons trained on her.
"Drop him and we might let you live"
Stormcrow was quickly to retaliate "Drop your weapons or I'll delete his mind for good. And I'll make it slow and painful..."
"Don't you dare..." another voice of pure hatred turned the femmes attention to the thrid mech that had joined them. His black blaster showed he was no push over. His grey optics seemed lifeless, yet his blazing red paint proved he wasn't. The jet turned to him, dropping his guard. He spoke quietly so the femme couldn't hear.
"Firestorm?! What are you doing here?!"
Firestorm removed his optics from the femme breifly "There was no way I was going to let my best friend die in the hands of... of a voice in his head!"
Stormcrow laughed, snapping both the mechs attention back to her. She held out a wire she'd ejected from her finger, hovering over a port in Syndromes arm.
"Pathetic fools! You really think you can defeat a virus?!"
Firestorm aimed "Don't you dare!"
"Is that a challange?" she chuckled, inserting the wire. Her body jerked, then fell, dropping Syndrome to the ground with it. Syndrome shook and rolled around the ground, eventually opening his optics and standing up. He looked at himself then smirked
"Wow... this guy really is impressive..." Firestorm gasped. It wasn't Syndrome who had spoken. The femme had done it, and once again it was all his fault...
"Alright boys! Who's the first to dare shoot me?" Stormcrow taunted the mechs, holding her arm out widely so she was a bigger target. Firestorm was fuming
"Get out of his body now!"
Stormcrow laughed "Make me Firestorm"
Firestorm stepped back "H-how did..."
"I can read his memories. I can see all of his files! Napalm how's Flash doing? Airstrike shouldn't you be taking care of poor Bullet? oh and where did Grindz and Skartplug rush off to? Man this guys got some junk in here!"
Napalm and Airstrike stared, dumstruck. They couldn't do anything without hurting Syndrome, and Firestorm would have them if the did anything like that. They just kept their weapons trained on the target, not a word spoken.
"Now what was I going to do... oh yes. Delete him!"
"No!"
She stopped, walking forward a few steps towards Firestorm "You going to stop me?"
"S-Syndrome... Dude you gotta get her out of your head!"
Stormcrow laughed "Syndrome can't get to the phone right now, please leave a message after the beep"
"Syndrome!"
"Shut up! Syndromes gone!"
"No! No he hasn't gone! Syndrome! Dammit listen to me! You're the programmer! So get her out of your mind!"
"I said shut u-" Stormcrow stopped. Something was wrong...
"What... have you done!?"
"Gah! Get out of my head ya drongo!" Everyone took a step back, Syndromes voice echoing through his shell. He clutched his head, frantically thrashing about as he played a game of tug-of-war inside his head.
Stormcrows voice returned "Never!"
Then Syndromes "GET OUT!"
"No!"
"Gaaahh! If ya won't go willingly I'll have ta force ya out!"
"Wh-What are you doing!?" Stormcrow sounded panicked as Syndrome powered up some programmes.
"I'm deleting you from my memory banks Stormcrow! This is goodbye!"
"NO! IF I'M GOING DOWN YOU'RE COMING WITH ME!"
Syndrome shut his optics tightly "SO BE IT! GOODBYE STORMCROW!"
Syndrome screamed two screams, both of them overlapping eachother. The grey mechs body continued to thrash as the screams continued. Everyone cringed at the high pitched sound the two voices made. Airstrike opened an optic as the screams and crys died down. Syndrome stopped dead in his tracks, then fell limp to the ground. Firestorm was the first to his side
"Syndrome!? SYNDROME!" tears glazed his optics as he stared down at the lifeless form of his friend, desperate to find any sorce of life. Nothing came. The tears fell as Firestorm gripped his friend, not caring about the people around anymore.
"Syndrome... please... don't die on me... I-I'm sorry... this is all my fault! I'm sorry! I'm sorry for everything!" Firestorm wept as he hugged his friends tightly, not feeling the sudden movement as two green optics powered up. They blinked several times before turning to the crying red mech...
"...Crikey Storm... not so hard..." Firestorm looked up in surprise, his grey optics meeting the green ones of his friend. His sorrow turned to joy as he realised Syndrome was alive. He smiled, which quickly turned to a frown as he flicked Syndrome on the cheek.
"Ow!" Syndrome sat up "What was that for?!"
"Don't ever do that again! I thought you was dead!" Firestorm shouted in rage. Syndrome cringed, then smiled as Firestorm helped him to his feet. He wobbled, eventually having to throw an arm around his shoulders to walk.
"Should've seen the look on your face..." Syndrome chuckled. Napalm walked along with them as they wandered to collect Bullet and the others. When they arrived, Drillz had gone. Bullet explained how he had left to return to his family, and that the next time they'd see him was in battle.
"There's one thing I wanna know Drome" Firestorm asked as they travelled back towards HQ. Syndrome looked at his friend "Oh? And whats that?"
"How did you beat her? S-she had complete control over you!"
Syndrome smiled "You. I heard you and it kinda punched my inta gear! Besides, She was a living virus." He winked "and I delete viruses"
END
Sam - Oh I do love a happy ending... Many thanks to ToaVeka! Thankiesss! Without you I'd still be stuggling with writers block! Ta ta for now peoples!
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