CHAPTER EIGHT
Darkness Descends
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Optimus Prime's P.O.V:
The Fallen faced me, his optics glowing bright red as the power emanated from him.
"Now you will see the true power that is mine!" He shouted. "I may not even need the All-Spark!"
I was at a loss of what I should do. The Matrix was not like the All-Spark at all.
The All-Spark had overloaded Megatron's circuits and killed him.
The Matrix…didn't work in the same way with The Fallen.
Suddenly, I felt a hand on my shoulder, although there was no one there beside me.
But, a gentle voice whispered in my audio receptor: "Opti, my darling, you can win this. I have always believed in you."
Bianca? My beloved…was…dead?
I faced The Fallen then, rage burning up from deep inside of my spark. Because of The Fallen…my spark mate and her unborn sparkling were dead.
I was going to end this.
Right now.
*
Meanwhile, I was going through hell. My sensors were all scrambled, and I couldn't make sense of what was going on.
The rain lashed relentlessly against my armour, and I honestly believed, then and there, that I was going to die.
That I was going to go to the Well Of All Sparks, to be with Nenona and Jerome, Mum and Dad, Tiffany, and all those who had died in the name of what they had loved.
Those four, plus one who had never gotten a chance to live…
Strangely enough, it didn't hurt me as much as it had the last time I had died. In fact, it was quite refreshing and comforting to know that, soon, I would be with those I cared about.
My spark only ached for those I was leaving behind. Bumblebee…and Starscream…I hadn't though it was possible I could love anyone as much as I loved those two.
Bumblebee…who had been with me since I'd first learned of the Autobots' presence here on earth. Bumblebee, who had the most beautiful optics in the entire universe, and who had held my hand through all of these years.
And Starscream…who had sacrificed everything he'd ever wanted just to be with me. Starscream, who had put aside his differences with the Autobots to stand by my side and fight against evil, and who's red optics had taught me not to fear Decepticons.
I wasn't afraid.
I would never be afraid.
Strange feelings began to overwhelm me then, feelings I had felt before.
Feelings of wonder and joy, but I couldn't understand why I was feeling them at the moment.
My CPU was beyond recognition of what was fact and what was fantasy, real and surreal, all at the same time.
All I knew was when the blinding white light overwhelmed me again, and I was staring at something I couldn't quite grasp the meaning of.
