the sparkling of the dark.

traitors don't live.

Warning!!! This chapter is sad. Hope you still like it but trust me, when I finished to type that chapter up, I was crying my optics out and I still am. This is war and war isn't your ally. Hope you all enjoy it. See ya all later.

“- return us Stark Megatron!” Optimus said. I felt washer fluid come to me but pushed it back. Poor Optimus. You're going to be disappointed. “- you want me to give away  a precious prisoner? Are you not already happy to have a new team mate? He asked as he levelled his fusion cannon with knockout’s spark. Before we all knew it, there was a hole in knockout's chest plates. half touched his spark. "- stark is dead!"My optics Widen and Megatron transformed and flew out of the warship followed by the silent mech and breakdown. I stood there, the Autobots facing me, laser cannons out, pointing at me. I did one step after step until I reached knockout's half alive body. I was surprised that the Autobots didn't shoot me. I took him in my arms and carried him the bride style way all along. I got off the warship and into the wildness of this planet. As we go near a cliff I sat down with him next to me to watch the sunset. His helm was on my shoulder pad and my helm rested lightly on his. I was fully aware that the Autobots were watching us but to be honest, I didn't care. all I hoped, is that they didn't ruin the moment.

“- st.. Sha...shadow... Will ...you… do... something for... me?” Knockout managed to say. “- anything for you.”  What he asked me next was unexpected to say the least. “- will you become an Autobot for me?” After two minutes I finally gave him an answer.   “- if it is what you want I will.” I said trying to hold in the washer fluid from getting out of my optics. “- knockout..? Will you do me one last favor for me…?” I manage to say while watching the sun getting red and leaving. “- sure.” “- can you imagine that you are racing. At first you are third place, but you soon become second. And you become first with ease. You have a bright shiny red finish, you are all clean, not a scratch, you are the only car in the entire universe that has such a beautiful finish and you won the race. You arrived first and everyone was cheering: "go knockout, the best automobile in the universe and the best looking medic." Will you imagine that for me?” I asked. I looked at his faceplate to see a bright smile with soft optics lost in the world of dreams. “- thank you“ was his last words. He never talked about paint again,  he never talk about finish again,  he never transformed again and never raced again. I stood up holding the lifeless form of knockout the same way I did when I came in. I buried him in a deep red forest to match his color. Before recovering him, I closed his optics wishing him the best time he could have with the All-Spark. Washer fluid was all over my faceplate when I finished to set the ground can to normal height.

The Autobots slowly came from every side of me laser cannons out. I stood still. Not a move. Not a sound. Just the wind howling in the red autumn leaves. I suddenly was forced on knees before being pushed on the floor fully. My servos were tied up against my back. I was held onto my feet and taken in as a prisoner to there base.