A Cold Flame

Strength Is Important

Cryogenic

I sit alone in the house, Syrine and Gears out for a while. I sigh, looking up to see Pyrogenic trudging through the door. "Hey..." I wave, but she gives me a half smile and keeps walking. "Pyro, what's wrong?" I ask, standing up to follow her. "Nothing." She shrugged, her voice mono-tone. "Pyro, don't be like that. Your usually giddy, something bothering you?"

"No." She answered in only one word. "Pyrogenic, you know I am not going to let you stay like that. I am the best of sisters after all!" I say. She shrugs, "Nothing's wrong." She says. I get slightly frustrated, though she probably has been having a bad day. I walk up to her and bundle her frame in my arms. She doesn't return the hug, "Cryo, its okay. I am just fine. I... I just... J-just..." 

I hear her sniff and I hug her tighter. I knew the stress of a bad day, and sometimes you had to get emotional afterward. "Aww, your just stressed Pyro." I say, feeling her hug me back. She buried her faceplate in my shoulder, I felt energon starting to leak on my shoulder and I knew she was crying. "I love you." I say. "I love y-you too."

The memory was throbbing in my helm, I was half awake. I felt myself being dragged, loud protests behind me. I lift my helm up, it hurt like the Pit from getting hit on so many times. I saw blurry shapes pointing, and a door open. Beyond that door I saw a large black shape. It turned and the last thing I saw before I blacked out again was glowing red optics.

I was walking, seeing Pyro in the distance. "Hey Pyro!" I called. She barely turned her helm when it fell of her shoulders. I gasp, stopping and taking a step back. I couldn't make out who it was that decapitated my sister but they turned to me, and all I saw was glowing red optics and an energon covered sword. "Pyro!" 

I yell for my sister, jolting upwards in my berth. I swallow hard, putting my faceplate in my servos. I heard fast steps coming toward my room and I hear my sister's voice. "Cryo? Are you alright?" She asked, walking in and sitting beside me. I instantly hug her, my frame shaking from the nightmare. "Hey, hey. Its alright, it was just a bad dream." She says, wrapping her arms around me in return.

I say nothing, squeezing my optics shut and tears still fell down my faceplate. I keep seeing her helm hit the ground, my digits curling into her plating. I remember those red optics, cruel and evil. I start to sob, "Shh, its alright. Nothing can hurt you now. I'll protect you." Pyrogenic promised, soothing me with her words.

"I would never let anything hurt you." She said. I nod, looking up at her through blurry optics. She smiles at me, her digit wiping away the tears from my faceplate. She lay with me in my berth, my frame tucked to her side and my arms around her as I sometimes sniffled. She had her arms wrapped around me as well. We fell asleep like that.

Her words echoed in my helm as my optics booted back up and I groaned, looking down while they got re-calibrated. "Finally, your awake. Thought I might have to shock you to the living." I knew that voice anywhere, that disgusting and vile voice. "G-guncraze... Wh-" I got cut off. "We found you and Pyrogenic. By the time we got there the two Autobots had killed her."

I wake up even more, lifting my helm. "Who?" I demand. "If you look to your right, you will see them." He gestured to said direction and I turn my helm to see Whiplash and Heatstroke in stasis cuffs. Whiplash's optics met mine, though he said nothing and looked back at Guncraze. "We saved your soldier from another." He growled.

"Did you now? I suppose you were going to kill her as well." Guncraze said back, standing in front of Whiplash. "As out job as Autobots, we fight for Cybertron and-" Guncraze rolled his optics and waved his servo. A drone came up behind Whiplash and fitted a muzzle on the mech, him giving a mumbled protest. "I do not wish to hear your ramblings." Guncraze sighed.

"Sir, if I may." I speak up. Guncraze turned his optics to me, "No, you may not. Before death, Pyrogenic sent us the info she recovered by status link. We know everything, even your betrayal." He growled at me. I was sitting on my knees like Whiplash and Heatstroke, my servos in cuffs behind my back. I say nothing.

"You admit to this?" Guncraze asked. I glance at Whiplash, though returned my gaze to the ground and nodded. I was done lying, I wanted to be the good guy. As soon as I nodded I felt Guncraze's servo hit me really hard on the side of my faceplate, the force almost knocking me sideways. I hear a growl come from Whiplash, but he couldn't move.

"Since we have all the info we could get out of you mechs, and we have this traitor, they will be executed." Guncraze said, snapping his digits and a guard pulled me back to my knees. I say nothing, though feel Guncraze's gaze on me. "And the traitor's sire as well." He growled. I look up, "You can't!" I exclaim. He laughs at me.

"Bring him." Guncraze said to a couple of guards and they saluted and walked away. It was silent in the room, nobody making a sound until scraping was heard and I turn my helm. Gears was being dragged by two guards, having his arms around their shoulders and the rest of him dragging. They dropped him beside me and put their guns to his helm.

He didn't look up, his optics looking at the ground. "Gears...?" I ask. He looks up slowly, having an empty look in his optics, but also confusion. "Why is she in chains?" He asked Guncraze, looking to the mech. "Oh, she is found guilty of treason. You already know your other daughter is dead, your bond would have given you a small pain." Guncraze said.

"My links with my daughters turned numb, I can't feel them." He said. "Wait, treason? For what?" He asked. Guncraze sighed, "Being a traitor to the Decepticons. She said that she wanted to be an Autobot." He said. Gears looked at me and I nodded. He got a spark of hope in his optics, maybe that at least one of his daughters remembers what emotion felt like.

"You are all to be executed." Guncraze said, holding up his servo. I feel something powerful come from a foreign link, and I recognized it as Gears. I look at him and his engine was snarling, his faceplate having a snarl to it and his optics glowed brightly. He now had a reason to fight for his life, and now that he did he sure as the Pit going to take that chance.

"All of it will be one my one. Starting with the Autobots." Guncraze said. I felt my spark sink, Whiplash was going to die. Heatstroke too. "Three, two, one!" Guncraze counted down and a loud shot rang out and Heatstroke's frame dropped to the floor. Whiplash let out a feral growl since he couldn't talk and tried to get up.

The guards held him down, their strength outmatching his. A gun was pressed to the back of his helm, "Three, two, one!" A lot of sound was heard on both sides of me.