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Optimus breathed heavily, stumbling over his pedes repeatedly as he ran through the dark tunnel. The sound of claws tearing metal and a snapping maw followed him, haunting orange optics glaring holes into his back. The creature roared, prompting the Autobot to look back at it. It jumped at him as soon as he looked back, and all he managed was a scream before he was pinned to the ground. The creature's claws raked his chassis, Energon bubbling from the wounds and streaming onto the ground. Optimus only stared on, looking directly into the creature's optics. It lowered its helm to his face, a low growl being heard.
"Dark Striker will be pleased that I've finally caught you." It spoke, "You will be the perfect plaything for my master."
The creature swiftly jumped upwards, opening its huge wings. Optimus was paralyzed, unable to do anything as it grabbed his arms in its fore-claws and started carrying him away. He couldn't find the strength to make a single noise. The edges of his vision blurred and darkened. A voice shouted at him in the back of his processor. He could barely make out the words, his Spark's beat pounding in his audio-receptors.
Optimus! Wake up!
Optimus onlined his optics at last, sitting up quickly. He hit his helm against the berth above him, a yell of pain escaping him. His Spark beat loudly in his audio-receptors -- almost too loud -- and he moved his servos to the injury. The panic from the nightmare was stuck in his processor, and he glanced around the room. A shadowed figure was kneeled down next to the berth, their dull azure optics reminding him of those haunting orange optics that were still burned at the back of his processor. He felt the figure's servos on his shoulder-pads. Optimus let out a yelp of terror, frantically trying to push them away. They didn't let up, however, causing the red and blue Autobot more panic.
"Optimus!" They whisper-shouted -- being the same voice that had invaded his nightmare -- catching the other's servo when he tried to punch them, "It's me, Jetfire!"
Optimus stopped trying to harm the figure, taking in deep breaths. He could see Jetfire, his optics full of concern. The red and blue Autobot finally calmed down, the loud beat of his Spark fading from his audio-receptors, and the flier let go of the other's servo. The shorter took a moment to think, then swinging his legs over the side of the berth, elbows on his knees, slouching, looking down at his clasped and shaking servos. Jetfire rose up, sitting on the berth next to Optimus, looking over at the red and blue Autobot, worry shining through his optics.
"You okay?" The flier asked gently.
Optimus wanted to yell, let out his distress onto someone and and rid his processor of the nightmare. He only nodded to the taller's question, screaming internally. Jetfire waited a moment, then sighing.
"I heard about what happened." He said, "I came back as fast as I could. When I came back, Red Alert told me that you were safe."
"I didn't know you cared." The other said, trying to sound humorous.
"I... I've had time to think." The flier said, "My reaction was... irrational. I should just be thankful that you're alive, right now."
Optimus looked at the taller, seeing that he had looked away, tense, staring at the door. He placed a servo on his arm, which caused Jetfire to relax, and he continued.
"I was... I mean, I am afraid of becoming attached to someone again." He said, "I failed to protect you. Everyone turned their backs on me."
"Why did they... do that?" Optimus asked.
Jetfire finally looked down at the smaller. There was a look of guilt and pity in his optics.
"Every single Autobot blamed me for your death." He said.
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Transformers: New Generation -- Pt 1
General Fiction{Book 1: The Age of War} [COMPLETED] Optimus felt like a nobody -- he was just an Autobot, serving the cause like any other good soldier. However, one secret, held by his mentor, would make him so much more than a nobody. He will learn that soon eno...
