CHAPTER SEVEN

Revenge Of The Fallen

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"NO!!" I screamed suddenly, whether it was in my mind or out loud I knew not. All I knew was that beings very precious to me had been taken, and they were gone.

Five of them…

As the sky turned black, and the rain started to pour, lightning studded the sky, and with a fierce howl I pushed The Fallen off of me, attacking him with some strange strength I was drawing from deep inside my spark.

"It's your fault!" I screamed, punching him and kicking him again and again.

His red optics burned with malice, as he slagged me across the face and grabbed me around the throat. "I will teach you to respect me!" He shouted, and we both went flying over the edge of the cliff, towards the road below. Perth City experienced a black-out behind us, as we crashed to the road, attacking each other with malice.

He hated me, my very existence made his spark yell with disdain. All he wanted was my power.

I hated him, too.

I was receiving punches to my face, mostly, and not even my mask could protect me from the sheer brutality of The Fallen's attacks.

So much for a weak, decrepit old bot, like the other Primes. The Fallen was filled with fierce power, and a pure desire to get what he wanted.

Which was me, and my power.

"You don't care about anything!" I screamed, rain lashing against the tears in my armour as I struggled to get him off of me. This is how beaten wives must feel. "I DON'T UNDERSTAND WHAT YOU WANT!!" I added.

"I WANT ABSOLUTE POWER, AND YOU WILL GIVE IT TO ME!!!!" He shouted back, punching me straight across the face, and I felt myself go blind again.

Oh Primus.

Oh God.

Oh Ra.

Through the darkness, I heard another voice, a welcomed one, the deep, yet at the moment rage-filled voice that masked the complete worry for my well-being, voice of one Optimus Prime.

I have never been so glad to see someone…well, not really, but you know…

I was suddenly being flung through the air, to land painfully on my back in the grassy meadow which had once held so much sanctity for me.

It was now a place of bloodshed and chaos, as the lightning came down from the black skies all around me.

Each flash, as time began to burn.

It was like a startling sign. It was like fate had finally found me.

And then…his voice…it was all I heard.

"You get what you deserve…one who started the war…"

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Optimus Prime's P.O.V:

"I WILL MAKE SURE YOU NEVER GET YOUR HANDS ON THE EMMA OR THE ALL-SPARK!!" I shouted, as I battled with The Fallen.

He laughed. "You think you can stop me!? Already I have blinded her once again – I will take everything from her to get what I want!"

The Matrix burned in my hands, coming together, the dust forming the strange artefact known as The Matrix Of Leadership.

I was a leader.

I could help to save the world.

I was powerful.

I would be the leader Emma had always known I could be.

The one that everyone expected me to be. For the All-Spark…for my family…for EVERYTHING.

The Matrix burned in my hands, and I prepared to plunge it into The Fallen's chest, and kill him.

Which I did.

Plunge it into his chest that is.

But, the outcome was different to what we had imagined it to be.

Because, instead of dying, The Fallen seemed to get stronger.

No. He was getting stronger. The power radiated from him, flowed through his circuits, and emanated from him, becoming red in colour, like his burning optics.

This was pure evil – pure, and utter, evilness.

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I struggled to make sense of everything. "Wh-what?" What was he talking about? What had everyone who had said that been thinking?

How had I started the war?

"So," He continued. "Give me reason."

"Reason to what?"

"To prove me wrong." His voice was cold, as usual, but there was something else in there…something I couldn't quite get my damaged-beyond-repair CPU around. "Emma…please…don't hate me for this…"

Hate him for what?

What was he going to do?

Right then and there, I hoped that he would kill me.

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Meg: Sorry, I just couldn't resist throwing in lines from New Divide, my All Time Favourite Song. It is THE BESTEST!!

Wasp: Wasp could've told you that.

Meg: Quiet you, and go back to being dead!

Wasp: Yes Ma'am. *Dies*

Moondancer: T.T

Sunchaser: It can't end like this.

Meg: Don't worry, it won't.

Sunchaser: Good.