Transformers: This Is Crazy

Chapter XXVIII

A/N: It's been so long since I've updated for this fanfict. I'm sorry for postponing for so long.

This fanfict has been around for almost three years, I think. I've finally finished it, and so here is one of the chapters that I've postponed for a while.

Please enjoy, oh, and may I remind you that this is not edited and so it will have issues like grammar and punctuation. Thank you! ❤

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No Sacrifice, No Victory

Selena's P.O.V.

There is this one motto that has been passed down from my father's side of the family: No Sacrifice, no victory.

Growing up, my father would always tell me and my brother the same motto when we weren't given what we wanted, and it irritated the hell out of us.

I didn't understand the meaning of the motto. What kind of sacrifice would lead us to victory? I tried to think of the knights in shining armor fighting green oger's, sacrificing their men to win, but all I could think of is the loss of the lives of the men they lost. It just looked like it would be a huge failure and a stupid sentence that was made to sound nice.

I told my father the motto was stupid and all he said, and I quote, "You'll understand someday."

That day never came for me as I grew up.
I didn't feel anything as we fell, except for the surging power omitting from the Allspark. It was nice and soothing and it helped me get rid of the image of falling from a skyscraper.

As terrifying as being squished from a Cybertronian was, I think falling to my death was on the very top of fears. Great, now I'm scared of heights.

I could feel Sam wrap his arms around me and hear our screams as we fell fast. Glass and debris rained down near us and shouts from the Autobots was heard down below.

"I got you!" Optimus shouted, and then, we stopped falling and screaming.

Since I was wrapped in Sam's arms, he took the brunt of the force as Optimus caught us on his silver, metal hand.

"Hold on to the cube!" Optimus said. I opened my eyes and looked up at the sky, seeing Megatron at the top of the skyscraper we were on. Optimus had us in one hand and his other was clinging on another skyscraper, moving down as he teared the glass and cement of the building.

Optimus, the fierce leader of the Autobots, let go and jumped down to the ground, putting us down as well. Sam and I got off his hand and stood up to look at him. His pained, blue electric eyes stared down at us, and his eyes slightly flickered down to the cube.