A mech and a femme were carrying a red mechling in a blanket.

They carried him until they reached an alley, a lonely and cold alley. The femme looked down at the mechling and smirked.

The red mechling was covered with cuts and scratches. There was also a big cut, that went almost as deep as his spark chamber, in his chest.

The femme kneed down, placed the mechling down in the alley and stood up. "Is it the right thing to do?" The femme asked. "It is." The mech replied.

"Oh you little sparkling, always causing trouble in our house, you deserve this. You're a mistake." With that, they left the little mech in the alley. Who was going to be......a hero to their kind.