A Cold Flame

I Regret Everything!

Pyrogenic

I open my optics, knowing full well I had died, and sat up. It was all black around me. Standing up, looking down I notice I am standing on nothing. "Hello? Primus?" I call, my own words echoing back to me. I start walking, my steps making loud and echoing noises against the ground, or if you could even call it that.

"Where did I go?" I call out, not knowing who would greet me. I heard the deep bass of music slightly, and I could swear I saw to figures in the distance. I run towards them, not knowing who to expect. When I approached, I gasped to see it was her and Heatstroke. The two figures, memories it seemed like, danced together like they had all those times they had met up at the bar. 

Pyrogenic had her back pressed against his frame, her arms reached up and servos clasped around the back of his neck. Her hips gyrated with the music, which sounded distant, and she moved against his frame smoothly. Heatstroke made no move to push her away, but his servos clamped firmly on her moving hips. 

He moved with her when he could, keeping up very well. His servos traveled over her frame, as smooth as their dancing. She got a smirk and looked up at him, in which he looked down and their lips met. It was a surprise to him, planned for her. She pulled back and smiled fondly at Heatstroke in which he returned the smile.

She looked back forward, Heatstroke's helm leaning down and starting to kiss her neck and shoulder. She tilted her helm, a pleased smile on her faceplate and her optics looking straight at me. I felt coldness seep into my being and I stepped back. Hearing something behind me I turned around, glancing back and seeing the two dancing were gone.

When I looked back at what I heard behind me, I recognize this setting from the night I was supposed to leave with Cryogenic. There was a lone door with a number pad beside it, two figures materialized walking toward the door, their servos clasped together. It was Heatstroke and Pyrogenic again. I watched as they got closer to the door Pyrogenic got a mischievous look and pounced on Heatstroke.

She wrapped her arms around his neck, pressing her frame against his and kissed him rather roughly. He stumbled back, his back hitting the door. His servo searched for the number pad while his other arm was around her waist. Once he found the number pad, his digits clicked in the numbers and the door slid open and he almost fell back.

Pyrogenic pulled back and laughed, "Careful there, hot rod." She said. Heatstroke shrugged, walking into the room. He headed for the kitchen, "High grade energon?" He asked. She walked to a chair and sat down, crossing her legs. "Sure." She nodded, having a trick up her sleeve. He nodded, though before he could pour any she called him over.

He put the bottle down, going over to her and leaned down. He put his servos on the arm rests, "Yes?" He asked. "I'll actually get it later, right now I want you right here." She said. "Yes ma'am." He smiled, leaning down further and kissed her. She wrapped her arms around his neck, biting his bottom lip with a growl. 

She pushed up with her frame, standing up and making him straighten. He pulled back and stooped down, picking her up. She wrapped her legs around his waist, bending her frame and lay her helm on the top of his. He started kissing her neck, trailing his lips down her neck and over her shoulder. she clenched her dentals when his started kissing at her chassis. 

She nipped at his audial antenna, making it twitch and his frame shudder. She smirked and, starting from the base of the antenna, she slowly trailed her glossa up his audial antenna. He gave a large shudder, his arms almost dropping her. "Like that?" She whispered the question against his audial antenna, in which he nodded. "Very."

I scoff at the scene, turning away from it. Why was I seeing memories? I walk forward, now hearing nothing but my own steps. Then I heard splashing, looking around I saw nothing until I looked behind me. My pedes was tracking energon on the ground. I narrow my optics and keep walking, not caring where it came from really.

I was suddenly pulled back by my neck, being pulled onto by back. I pull at the feeling of pressure around my neck, feeling it was a metal cuffed collar. I look back toward the direction I had been yanked, and saw the long chain being held by a tall blacked out figure with red glowing optics. "Who are you?" I ask, not demanding to be let free.

"You should know, Pyrogenic. I am the one you admire the most, I am the essence of your desires." I blink in surprise. "Guncraze?" I asked. He yanked on the chain again, making me move toward him though I did so very slowly. As I got closer, I saw something in his servo. "W-what's that?" I ask him, not daring to stand.

"You've failed me, Pyrogenic. And for that you must be punished." Guncraze snarled. He raised the servo with the now obvious weapon. I gasp, scooting back but he kept a firm hold on the chain. "I'm sorry! I don't know what killed me! Where am I?" I look at his red optics staring at me, and he began to laugh. "Where are you?" He asked.

I hesitantly nod, "W-where am I, sir?" I ask again. "Your dead, and you certainly didn't go to Primus, little femme. You are stuck in the Pit with your fears now, and regret. Eternal pain and suffering awaits you by my servo, and you will forever know why you are here." Guncraze explained, yanking on the chain once more.

"I... I can guess why I'm here... But .... I...." I couldn't say anything, not before his weapon came down upon my shoulder and sparks flew.