CHAPTER SEVEN
The Six Primes
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Meg: *Inside a broom closet* Okay, I'm hiding in here, so that no one finds me until this thing all blows over…
Sideswipe: Can I hide in here with you?
Meg: Huh? Oh, sure, why not?
Sideswipe: Thanks. *Is now also inside broom closet* I'm hiding out from Hatchet.
Meg: Yeah, me too.
Sideswipe: How come?
Meg: Long story…you?
Sideswipe: I kinda borrowed ten dozen of his sterile bandages, and wrapped Elita1 up like a mummy.
Meg: And she let you do that?
Sideswipe: Uh…no.
Meg: Then how… *Hears footsteps* Uh-oh…
*Broom closet door is opened…*
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Bianca and I were in a world of white.
We heard the voices.
"We are the original Primes…"
"Oh my Primus…" I whispered, my voice echoing in nothingness. I felt like I was floating, but I knew that my wings had been destroyed, so how could this be?
I glanced over at Bianca, who looked different then what she had before her evolution, and she just shrugged.
We found ourselves facing the six Primes, each was so old and, yet, they seemed to command the highest of respect.
Bianca and I didn't say anything.
The six Primes came forward, and told us their story.
At the end, Bia dared to speak. "Wh-what does this have to do with anything?"
I bit back a grin. It was the best of times, and it was also the worst of times – but my Bia still got straight to the point!
"It doesn't – what we actually brought you here to tell you is this: the power of the All-Spark is strong. Only because it merged with both of your bodies peacefully were you able to survive it. But…if it was merged with another's body, forcefully…"
"Then Megatron would die…" Bia whispered in awe.
I nodded. "I say we go for it. Regardless of the consequences. I'd rather die now then let Megatron win – especially if he really has resurrected The Fallen, like we're all thinking he has…" My body began to glow with the light from the All-Spark. "We have to do this…"
"Yes," Bia replied, taking my hand as she too began to glow.
I was selfish before…but the Primes taught me that sometimes it is best to die for a worthy cause, then to go on living in regret. If we defeat Megatron, then The Fallen will not come back…we will all be safe…
I glanced over at Bia, Optimus' spark mate, and my first car and guardian.
I knew what I had to do.
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Bianca's P.O.V:
I felt the power of the All-Spark outer rim leaving me, as it and my life energy was pulled out of me, and forced into Megatron, overloading his system and killing him with the very power he had craved.
It was putting a huge strain on my body, and on Em's.
I glanced at her, and found her smiling.
Why?
Suddenly, I realised what she was doing, and my optics widened in horror.
"No, Emma, don't!!" I shouted, as she began to transfer her life energy to me, keeping me alive as she slowly killed herself!
"Yes Bianca! This is how it should be! Only one of us can survive, and it's going to be you!" She yelled back.
We both heard Megatron's last dying scream of agony, before the world exploded into a brilliant white light.
"NO!!!!!!!!" I screamed.
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Meg: *Holding onto Sidewipe*
*Door opens*
Bumblebee: *Pokes his head in* Oh, are you guys hiding out from Ratchet too?
Meg & Sideswipe: *Nod* Uh-huh.
Bumblebee: Can I join you? He's on the war path at the moment…
Meg: Wellll…it will be somewhat of a tight squeeze but, sure, why not?
Bumblebee: Thanks! *Is now also inside the broom closet*
Sideswipe: … *Thinking* This is…awkward…
Meg: … *Thinking* I should have stayed in bed today…
Bumblebee: Anyone want to play Charades?