Snipers and Swords (an Oc X Drift X Crosshairs story.) (please read dsc!!!)

Chapter One: Grim Reaper

TW: mentions of being held hostage with chains (And not in a good way my cicadas.)
Also, the car up there is what Grim Reapers Con alt looks like.
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"Ye got us lost didn't ya." The green mech mumbled in annoyance at his blue and gold ally.

There was silence, a pede shift, and then a loud clang sound.
"Don't make me lose focus." Was the only reply Crosshairs got after being whacked on the head.

Wait wait wait. How did we get here again? Oh, right. This started back when Cemetery Wind was after them. On the run for weeks after crashing not too far away from each other.

Cross and Drift had been friends for orbital periods. Drift being calmer than his ally, Crosshairs, who was, to say the least, an aft. Well to certain cybertronians.
Drift was sometimes the only exception, that sometimes being the key word in any of this.

Tho it was only them now, beforehand, they were a trio. Way way, before that, it was Drift, and his best friend, Scythe.

Now Scythe was a peculiar femme, one who was a lot like both of them. Calm yet, hated almost everyone around her. Dignified yet Fiery. A good combination in Cross's opinion.

Before all of this though. All the friendship, the laughing, the pain, and the running.
Scythe was different. Almost the opposite of her now self. She was a decepticon. A horrible one, who held the name Grim Reaper. Most knew her as Reaper, the best attacker on the dark side's team. Second in command after Starscream had fragged up enough. Which left Megs with his new favorite femme.

So let's go to that wayyyy back time, and show, how this whole story, really happened in the first place.

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A glorious morning on Cybertron, a new start almost. All the hustle and bustle had awoken a certain Primess, Amaris Prime. A sweet, caring, mid life femme who had been a great achievement too her sire and carrier.

Awaking with a small yawn and stretch of the joints that had longed to move for what felt like cycles now. She stood, getting ready to check on her own sparklings.

Oh how she wished she could have gone back too sleep.

Absolute chaos was something she was just as used too as anything else in her own home. Besides that, she was running quite late for a meeting with The Council, a mech named Orion had requested a meeting with them, which wasn't unusual, but it was definitely exciting. The only thing stopping her from leaving was that her oldest sparkling had to go do some other duties, leaving her with no choice but to take her two younglings. Scythe, and Shadow, who were happily ready too go.

Arriving at the meeting, she sat in one of the up front chairs, overlooking a beautiful, almost chapel like area. It was a rounded building, with a dome top that was decked with beautiful shimmering parts. It was a majestic area, that Amaris had honestly missed.

Only after seating her two sparklings did she actually sit and wait for the small meeting to commence.

Amaris could tell. Orion was a perfect fit to be a leader. One that could keep peace among Cybertron. Yet his, unnamed friend that he had brought along, gave Amaris the wrong feeling. She sensed his evil intentions and told an older member beside her.

After what felt like mega cycles of whispering and thinking, Scythe had finally grown bored of all this. She took a stand and walked down too the silver, tall mech. Who she had delightfully nicknamed "Megs".

Only after getting too the ground floor and walking straight in front of him, did her carrier notice. Megs watched her carefully, almost trying to predict her next movement.

After a small silence had laced itself around the small dome, did she finally begin too walk around him, studying him.

After a few good seconds did she actually stop in front of him again, putting her servos to her chin, as in a thinking position. She frowned, sighing. "Your intentions will be the downfall of this entire planet. Leave immediately." Her statement made him falter, and murmuring could be heard throughout the building. His facial features suddenly laced with wrath and a different darkness. A darkness powered by a want for revenge. Something he was sure too see to after he had gained the power he desired.

Her words hadn't made him angry, in fact they made him as confident and prideful as can be. It was the fact she had the mind too snuff him out, just like he'd snuff her spark in time.

In Time.

(TW STARTS HERE!)

"Is that what caused this..?" She wondered, looking at the chains around her upper pedes and waste line digging into her black and light blue paint. She had caused this before she had even realized it. The femme sat in defeat feeling the chains begin to draw energon from her waist. Not much a "ex" Autobot could do in this situation. She was trapped, being held hostage, and being forced into a team, she never wanted too join in the first place.

"Reaper, don't look so glum. I'm sure you'll feel as safe as ever here, in your new home."
An evil laugh emerged from the tall leader, one that made "Reaper" shutter, and not in the good way.

Only one mech saw her shutter. Deadlock watched the scene, feeling pity towards the beauty that Megatron called "Grim Reaper".

It wouldn't be long before their story took a massive turn. Hopefully, it would lead too an actual, happy ending. Buts odds at the moment, weren't looking good.

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Well there's chapter one folks.

So it's a bit messy with the storyline but hopefully if I, and everyone who reads this, trusts the process, then hopefully it'll begin too make more sense.

Take care my Snipers!

947 words without A/N