I laid still for what seemed like millennia. My tears had stopped. I had gone numb.

This was war. The war between the two opposing groups- the Autobots and Decepticons. They fought for the rule of Cybertron, which was no more. Its people littered the planet. Innocent cybertronians were killed for no reason.

I had been and Autobot once, but today, I stand with no side. The Decepticons wanted war and chaos, I was not in agreement. The Autobots fought for freedom and equalness, what was there to fight for anymore? I am now a rouge, not on either side but my own.

It seems like I had gone deaf. Cybertron was never this quiet. The sparklings would always be screaming and shouting, chasing each other. Their carriers would call them in for supper as the sires would be arriving from work. After the academy had let out for the day, the students would hang around town until they, too, had to go home. I was almost a graduate of the academy, 2 more semesters exact.

But that was all gone now.

I soon hear a faint sound coming from the distance. I lay still, in fear that it might be Autobots or Decepticons searching the area, in search of survivors. I prayed for me to become one with the AllSpark, to enter eternal rest with Primus, and the so many others that had fallen.

But the sound did not stop. It didn't get any louder, but it continued. I listened, maybe it was not search parties...but what was it then. I turned my helm to see if I was alone. I was.

I cautiously prop myself up on my forearms and observe the area around me. Bodies littered farther than I could see. The sound was coming from my right, where the earlier 'BOOM' was. It could be another bomb about to go off. A grenade. Something meant for disaster.

With the little strength I had left, I managed to stand. Energon leaked from my cuts and wounds from battle. I had tried to protect my sire, tried. I failed.

My once strong frame was broken, battered, destroyed. My helm had a deep gash in it, it too, leaking energon alarmingly fast.

The sound now grew louder. I look around once to more to see if any survivors had heard it, if there were any.

I look down an focus on my pedes, taking one small step at a time. I navigate my way through the graveyard of my people, to the sound that may or may not take my life.

I hope it would.

Hey guys! So this is my new story Tragic, a Transformers Fanfiction. I apologize if the first 2 or 3 chapters are slow, I'm just building up the story. Please vote and comment, I love hearing from my Snowflakes!

-Avalanche