Will of a Predacon

Memories of a Predacon Queen Part 2

Violetwing had been inside Razor Fang's mind for a while seeing her past and she didn't like what she saw at first and she didn't think it was going to get better from here.

As Razor grew into an adult, the harsher and more callous she became. Many mechs tried to court the beautiful battlefield princess but she refused them all, opting to scare them off or beat them down if they persisted to try courting her.

And slowly they could see her start to lose her grip on her sanity, but never wavering in her duties or going against her morals.

Violetwing and the others didn't like seeing that and they were glad that right now, this was not their Razor.

The only thing she ever took any joy in was her younger siblings and music. Music had become something that she clung to in an attempt to find herself. Because in truth... she was so terribly lost.

Hearing the songs of their people in their full glory was something truly remarkable. And Echo had never heard any kind of music more beautiful than it.

Violetwing also found it quite beautiful she wanted to know more about these songs. "Those are really pretty songs..." she said

"They are old ones... and I have missed listening to them dearly..." Razor replied.

Violetwing looked at her. "I guess they helped calm you a bit?" she asked

"They... helped me find my way when I was engulfed in nothing but battle, survival.... And blood. A never ending dark tide..." Razor sighed sadly.

Violetwing looked at her before she looked away. "I'm sorry that happened to you, Razor." she said

"Mark me. Even though my life has been harsh and brutal. And I have not always been who I have wanted to be. I'm still not. If none of this happened. I would not be who I am today." Razor stated strongly.

Violetwing looked at her again. "I guess... things happen for a reason... no matter how bad they seem to be..." she replied

"Exactly." Razor said making a gesture and then suddenly they were in the middle of a battle field with predacons trying to kill each other all around them and the memory Razor was striking down many foes.

She was about to finish another off when she was tackled by someone larger than her. She slid back and looked at him. And who they saw looked exactly like Predaking, only younger.

Predaking stared at the screen not able to think at the moment of what he was seeing, the others didn't know either, Violetwing looked at the Mech. "I am guessing that is Wyvern?" she asked

"Yes." Razor replied with a nod.

Wyvern and Razor hissed at each other savagely before they started fighting, aiming to kill each other.

Predaking closed his optics and groaned. "That is how she met him?" he asked. "Looks a little... familiar to me."

Violetwing just watched this going on before her she couldn't form words at the moment.

Razor slashed Wyvern across his faceplate with her claws in their bipedal forms, giving him a set of four wicked looking gashes. He reeled back and cried out in surprise and pain.

Predaking just watched without saying anything, Violetwing was also silent unable to speak at the moment.

Razor transformed and lunged at him for a killing blow but he transformed and dodged it slashing deep along her side. She roared in agony then they kept battling with equal force until the retreat was sounded. The two snarled at each other, both sounding tired, as they limped off to go home after the long and bloody battle, the wounded were collected and the fires still burning were used as funeral pyres for the dead.