The sound of metal crushing under my feet had never been so depressing. Looking at my enemies' corpses, I thought to myself :" Had the autobot cause turned into 'peace through tyranny' or is this survival?" The whole place was like a graveyard. Nothing was moving but me. There must be survivals, but where?
In the corner of my optics, the maroon armor caught my attention. As I proceeded to the bot, sparks were spewing out of his left arm.
"Warpath, are you alright?"
"Don't worry about me, I will be joining the allspark soon,ta-take care kiddo!"
"Warpath, WARPATH!"
As my mentor's spark went out, I let his body slip out of my hands. I have to find survivals and not spend time moaning over the dead. I have to go on.
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Transformers Shattered Continuities
FanfictionShattered beliefs, Shattered dreams. Join Jetstorm as he questions the "autobot" cause. Chapters might change over time to fit into the story.
