Blackwolf now stood with a choice, he betrays the Autobots and joins his once best friend, or remain on the side of freedom with the Autobots. But he knew which side his spark sided with.

"No...I'm sorry Drift, but I won't betray the Autobots." he didn't want to side against the other mech, who now looked down in defeat.

"What do you owe the Autobots? Nothing! With us, you could have anything at your will!" Flamewar attempted to persuade him, but this time, he raised his helm and his expression was anger.

"You came into my home and tore it apart, and you captured my entire family! You took my sparkmate and you threaten me by using them against me to save your chassis! Oh I've chosen sides well Flamewar, but you...you've crossed a line that you're not coming back from, you won't kill them, because if you do, then I will hunt you down to the end of this universe until I find you. And when I do, I will kill you slowly and painfully, and listen to your screams for mercy, but if you took any of them from me...I'd have no mercy left to shed for anyone." Nitalia and Steeljaw were shocked at his violent attitude, more so for Steeljaw, knowing his brother to be a peacekeeper, now sounding like a psychopathic killer.

Drift looked flabbergasted, hearing these words from the mech he mentored, the mech he knew to show mercy on those he was ordered to murder. But Blackwolf was fully serious, if they hurt his family, he'd hurt them even worse.

"Now, I'm done talking, unless you both wanna get scrapped, give me back my family!" he demanded them, but Flamewar only chuckled, she then looked to Drift, who switched his arm to a type of cannon, but then it started to spark with electricity, they barely had a second to react before they were shocked, they all yelled in agony at feeling the electrical voltage being forced through their body.

The shocking stopped, and they all fell, silent, unconscious, and darkness filled their vision.

(Disclosed location, three hours later)

Blackwolf's optics slowly opened, but all he could see was an empty room, no one else was there, but then he finally blinked, and there in front of him was Flamewar. "So good to see you awake, I was hoping you weren't put into stasis lock." she smirked evilly. He gritted his denta in anger once again.

"Where's Nitalia and Steeljaw?!" he cursed for not being prepared for their surprise attack. Her grin widened.

"They're alive, but until you reveal your COMPLETE past to Arcee, then none of them will live for long." she smirked, his optics narrowed.

"That's what this is all about?! You captured all of us just to prove that you shouldn't have been a failed experiment?!" he growled in frustration.

"I captured you to show my sister the danger she became sparkmates with." she hissed, her optics burning holes through him.

"Why do you care if Arcee knows about my early programming? It got removed from my system anyway!" he tried to reason with her, but she wasn't convinced.

"You turned her against me! If not for you showing up, she would have sided with me after Cliffjumper was killed!" she yelled in rage, he however got fragged off by that.

"You think she would have sided with you? Just because she was broken?! No, it doesn't work that way Flamewar, you can't make someone care for you by force...they have to choose." his expression changed to serious, but she still didn't look satisfied with his answer.

"When the truth comes out, then I'll free them...until then, stay as long as you like, I can wait a thousand years for you to give up." she chuckled, walking out of the room, leaving him in silence.

"I'LL FRAGGING KILL YOU FLAMEWAR!" Arcee yelled in blind fury, seeing that she hurt her daughter. Flamewar however didn't even flinch, she knew her sister would be angry.

"Please Arcee, I mean you no harm...well maybe I do a little." she chuckled, but Arcee didn't look amused.

"You're insane..." the blue femme hissed.

"so they say!" she giggled maniacally, which sickened Arcee to the core, this femme in front of her was truly insane.

The other bots were all hung around, all behind energy beam bars, but Grimlock was locked in by his wrists, he struggled to break free, but to no avail, even he wasn't strong enough to break his constraints.

Hours passed, the unknown small prison they had established was silent, until Blackwolf sounded into their intercom. "You win...take me to her and I'll tell her the truth." Flame war smirked, she felt as if she had won, that she was truly victorious. Drift carried him into the prison holding the Autobots, he saw them all strung around, even Steeljaw.

"Blackwolf!" Arcee cried happily at seeing him, he smiled when he finally saw her, but then grew angry again when he saw their constraints.

"I'll scrap you both for this!" he yelled angrily. But then Flamewar slapped him across the faceplate, leaving a burnt print on the metal of his faceplate. He only growled, showing his short fangs, but she didn't seem fazed.

"You said you'd tell them, so do it...tell them!" she ordered, he lowered his helm in defeat, which confused Arcee.

"Blackwolf...what's she talking about?" she asked in a worried tone.

"I haven't told you all the complete truth of when I was built...there was something else in me when I was created." he sighed before continuing.

"It was called feral mode, I would feel nothing but rage and the lust to kill...it was battle tested..." he said ashamedly. She was starting to grow worried, while as Flamewar was enjoying this too much.

"I was forced to go feral...and charge into the Autobots' line of defense at a battle over an energon reservoir, I...broke their line immediately, and began to tear them apart, one by one." he closed his optics, remembering when it happened.

"I couldn't show mercy, I only stopped tearing one's limbs off when I moved on to the next Autobot soldier, and the next, and the next after that one..." he lowered his helm in shame, Arcee looked shocked, he had never told her or any of them this.

"I came to...and saw what I had done, and fell to my knees, I didn't know what I had just done, except brutally murder over two dozen Autobot soldiers who had no chance at all to defend themselves." he raised his helm once again, Ratchet, Bulkhead, Bumblebee, and Smokescreen were lost for words, they hadn't expected this from Blackwolf.

"They saw the effects when...I had apparently killed some of my comrades in the butchering, they said it was too dangerous and removed it from my programming...as much as they could. I still show signs of it...when I'm enraged." he finished, and they were all shocked to the core, the very Cybertronian that they trusted with their lives had brutally butchered Autobots' and Decepticons'.

"It wasn't your fault hon..." Arcee said calmly, feeling his pain.

"You couldn't help that they programmed you that way...but I'm not gonna turn on you just because you had anger issues on Cybertron." she lightly smiled, he returned the smile, but then a roar of anger could be heard, from Flamewar.

"NO! You will not steal my sister!" she aimed her burning energy blaster to the Prime's helm, Arcee and the other bots gasped in shock.

"No! Flamewar, don't do it! Please!" Arcee pleaded with her, but she didn't stop.

"It's too late...any last words Blackwolf?" she smirked. But his expression didn't show fear, nor cockiness, or even sadness...only courage could be made out.

"Alright then...DO IT! KILL ME!" she charged her blaster.

"I intend to..." she grinned, Drift only turned away, not looking as she prepared to kill his ex-best friend.

But just when she prepared to melt a hole through his helm, an explosion came from the roof, dropping debris and rubble everywhere. And falling down on his feet, was none other than-

"Optimus!" Bumblebee yelled happily. The prime activated his battle mask and threw Flamewar against the nearest wall, he turned to see Drift leap at him, but he grabbed the samurai and did the same as he did with Flamewar. He looked to Blackwolf and cut off his constraints with the star saber, then turned his attention to the others.

"Help them down, I'll handle Flamewar..." he charged at the femme whose arms now lit up with flames. As the fight went on, Blackwolf began cutting his allies down, Arcee to start, he then ran to help Nitalia down as Arcee rushed to Grimlock.

Optimus blocked Flamewar's burning wrist blades with the saber, and pushed her back, then spun around, and released a blast of energy from the sword, sending Flamewar on her back. Blackwolf finished getting Bumblebee down as they finished, the bots were weary, all exhausted from the torture they had received.

"Get them outside Cee! I've gotta help Optimus!" she nodded as she helped them outside. He ran to Optimus's side, but when flamewar leaped again, she jumped at Blackwolf, she grabbed his fists and began melting the metal.

"You may be a Prime, Blackwolf...but in the end...the flame of war will consume even you." she whispered, before giggling maniacally, but then he raised his helm, just as his arms, from servo to elbow, lit up with blue fire, and began outmatching her flames.

"You may have the fire...but so do I! I have the fire to protect my family...I overcome the flame of war to protect the innocent! And your flames die out...just like any flame!" he yelled, before the fire in her spark was absorbed by his power, her optics began to go gray.

"You threatened my family...big mistake! Family is the one thing I fight for other than freedom...for nothing is more important to me...you once had a family Firestar! A family of kind Autobots before you succumbed to tyranny, and let the Decepticons experiment on you willingly!" her optics widened at the name Firestar. Her mind flashed as she remembered life with the Autobots, her sisters, Arcee, Elita, and Chromia, how she had betrayed them all.

She returned to reality, and her voice changed…now much more clear, and lighter "Blackwolf...help me! Please!" she pleaded, but she knew it was too late.

"You're too far gone Firestar...but I can make it painless..." he finished as he finished absorbing the flames from her spark...and her mind cleared, she fell to the ground, dying. But he kept his word...this was a painless death, and she was glad that there was no pain.

"Thank you." she mustered, before her optics became hollow voids, and her body fell cold. He softly laid her on the ground, and let her be in peace. He looked to see Drift standing in front of him, swords drawn.

"Drift...don't make me do this..." he pleaded, but Drift lunged at him. He drew his own swords and blocked the samurai's strike. They pulled back and began clashing blades, both equally matched, for Drift taught Blackwolf to use dual-swords.

"Drift, it's not too late, you can come back from this!" he tried to convince the other mech, but Drift swung another strike, this time it caught Blackwolf by surprise when it came across his chest, leaving an energon leaking gash. Blackwolf felt the wave of pain hit him as his energon fell to the floor.

"YOU LEFT ME TO DIE!" he slashed across his arm when Blackwolf tried to block. He then sent the larger mech against the wall, and slammed one of his blades into the Prime's leg, Blackwolf howled in pain as he tried to pull the sword from his leg.

But before he could, Drift made another gash across his chest, "YOU DIDN'T EVEN TRY TO LOOK FOR ME, YOUR BEST FRIEND! I SHOULD HAVE KNOWN THAT I COULDN'T TRUST EVEN ONE OTHER CYBERTRONIAN!" he repeatedly slashed across Blackwolf's armor, leaving several energon leaking wounds, before Blackwolf fell to his knee.

"And now...I shall have vengeance for myself!" he prepared to end the Prime's life, when like a flash of light, he felt something sharp pierce his chest. He looked down to see Blackwolf's right wrist claw buried in his chest, energon spilled from the wound, as he fell to the ground.

Blackwolf knelt beside him, and actually shed energon tears. "You were my best friend...I didn't want to leave you! And this isn't how I wanted us to reunite if you lived...but you brought this on yourself!" Blackwolf lowered his helm, sadness being his only expression.

"I-I am s-sorry old friend..." Blackwolf looked to the dying mech.

"My vision was clouded by Flamewar's influence...please forgive me..." he pleaded with Blackwolf who could only nod as saying 'I forgive you'. He sighed happily, and let his optics slowly close.

"Drift...no! Stay with me! Stay awake! You're gonna make it!" he yelled in desperation, but he was too late, Drift's optics shut, and now showed only hollow voids. He dropped himself on the ground, looked to the heavens, and roared in anger...sorrow, despair, for he had just lost his best friend. His energon spilled quicker, however he didn't notice, but his system eventually forced him into stasis, and darkness took his mind away.

(Two weeks later, Omega Three, Nevada)

The base was still quiet after the events of Flamewar and Drift. Blackwolf mourned his old friend, but he knew he had to move on eventually. He sat in the command center, staring into nothing, but he was awoken from his daydream when Optimus placed a servo upon his shoulder.

"Blackwolf...I know you and Drift were close comrades…but know that myself and Team Prime are here to help you." the wise Prime smiled, Blackwolf could only smile in return.

"Thanks Optimus...it means a lot." he said quietly. He was left there in silence again, before he knew Arcee was standing next to him.

"Hey Cee..." he said as calmly as he could.

"You know I'm with you every step of the way, right?" she asked him, he nodded in response.

"And as long as we're together, we'll be able to get through this...together, remember that." she smiled warmly before leaning in, and meeting his metal lips with her metallic lips, both melted into the embrace as they let the sorrows of the recent events trouble them no more this moment.


So guys, how was it, I really hope you all enjoyed, I had trouble on this story, tooke me a while to think up, but anyway, please review, and I'll see you guys next time! :)