Title: Honorable
Rating: T
Continuity: Any
Characters: ?, ? (unnamed)
Disclaimer: Don't own.
Prompt: 3. A good death
February 16, 2013
The Autobot spy stared at his interrogator with dim optics. He had told nothing. Said nothing. Had defended his processor through every hack, had deleted all pertinent information, had never screamed, had never cried for mercy.
He had attempted escape, earlier on. Then his leg struts had been broken – shattered, really – and he had simply resigned himself to enduring until they gave up and allowed him to die. He had nothing to give them. He had deleted everything but his core programming; his emotional response protocols, his core programming, and the Special Operations programs that allowed him to stay silent through everything. Even most of his memories were gone.
It would be soon. They had already stopped repairing him. He was leaking constantly, and he knew that there were times where his processor stopped functioning correctly, leaving his thoughts fuzzy and indistinct.
But his death would be a good one. An honorable one, at least on his part. He would die without fear. He would die without betraying his friends, who he only remembered hazily. Without begging for mercy. Without pleading for a life he knew wouldn't be given.
An honorable death, his spark given to protect what he cared about and believed in, even if those were indistinct.
His frame was numb. He saw his interrogator cursing furiously, optics glowing angrily. The curses sounded far away, distant. He couldn't make them out, the words lost somewhere in between his audios and processor.
He felt something deep inside him flicker. Then it flickered again, longer this time. With a jolt, he realized it was his spark. It stuttered as it faded.
Finally, he thought, expelling the air in his vents in one long gust. I am done.
Another flicker. A good death. An honorable one. Spark sacrificed to protect what is precious. And he was gone.