A/N WARNING! DARK! I am EVIL...you can see that now! D: I like seeing favorite characters suffering and in pain...EVIL...
Once through, she transformed back to robot mode to be welcomed by a dark scene.
She appeared in a clearing in the woods, at night, so everything was tinged a very deep, very dark blue. Looking up, there would be a spot of almost black night sky, spotted with pinpoints of bright, twinkling light, between the leaves and branches.
But Arcee didn't look up. She stared horrified, stunned at the scene before her.
Smokescreen was there, on his knees, hunched over, leaning forward with his servos on the grass, back curving inward. He was panting, his face suggesting he was tired and in pain. Surely enough, his abdominal region had a round hole straight through it, and light blue, glowing energon dripped slowly onto the green earth grass. He was painted in energon, deep scars also running here and there, energon trickling down his metal from said wounds. Sky blue energon was dripping from the corner of his mouth to his chin as he breathed heavily, and energon also ran from his optics. One of them was closed shut, sparking. Smokescreen's entire chest was opened up diagonally, his inner workings bared and splattered with energon. It was open so wide, Arcee was staring right at his beating spark.
And most importantly, since Smokescreen was it a roughly side view from Arcee's point of view, she clearly saw his shoulder and chest insignias weren't ones of the Autobots. They were Decepticonic, painted red but splattered with glowing blue liquid.
Arcee couldn't help but to gasp.
Smokescreen looked up slightly from the earth grass, hearing the small intake. He saw Arcee. He had to squint to recognize her. Then a small, crooked smile broke out on his face.
"So…they decided to get me after all…" He turned his gaze back on the grass, his smile fading. "I…I know it looks like I'm a Decepticon…you can go ahead and leave me here, I know you wanna…I was going to die anyway…" He suddenly broke into a coughing fit, energon sputtering from his mouth. He then winced, squeezing both eyes shut and lifting a servo to hold his stomach and chest wounds, curling inward slightly.
Arcee stared at his blue splattered form, astonished by the fact he wasn't dead. He shouldn't have been able to talk. Realizing what she must've looked like to Smokescreen, Arcee wiped the stupid shocked and horrified expression off her faceplates and grew serious.
"What happened?" She said the question in such a serious way that it seemed more like a statement than a question. Smokescreen's optics grew wide and clouded from remembering what happened, as if his eyes weren't dull enough. Memories of pain and suffering streaked across his mind. Those red, cold, evil, sadistic optics boring a hole into him, the spear-like metal weapon jabbing through his abdomen, ripping metal, the growing distress and fears… he shut his eyes against it all and threw up what seemed like a million gallons of glowing blue energon, making a disgusting groaning, pained sound. A hiss rose into the air as the energon ate through the grass like acid or vinegar. Then Smokescreen
collapsed, unconscious, onto the mess.
Arcee was shaking. She quickly comm-linked base.
"A-Arcee to base…Smokescreen's…badly wounded…I might need an…assist…p-please don't…let the humans be…involved…"
A/N ...yeah. See what I mean? DARK. Well...going to be worse later on.. I know this was short :/
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