I'd rather be free pt 1

376 15 1
                                    

Steeljaw POV

I could have a worse situation but it's hard to see a bright side to this. Can barely control myself and have to put up with a aft wad wolf con whose about as egotistical as knockout and has the same if more level of evil and horribleness as megatron. So nothing's really changed.

I guess I'll have to face

I whistle that. Well the tune. (Mother sang it once and a while) as I walked throughout the blackhawk. My helm had been hurting all day if necrosis hadn't shouted for me I might have stayed in berth all day. For a bit I couldn't even see straight if thunderhoof hadn't slapped me on the back because I had zoned out maybe I would have passed out.

that in this awful place

Didn't go to stealthwing. Necrosis didn't seem to notice if he did he's punishing me for something I don't know what. Maybe just for enjoyment.

I shouldn't show a trace of doubt

Trying to fight the coding in my helm is getting harder and harder. I just want it to stop.

But pulled against the grain, I feel a little pain I could do without.

By now I had madd it to the flight deck of the blackhawk its basically the nemesis but smaller. And with less troops. Just a smaller con army

"Wildspark!" Necrosis yelled after me. "Yes sir." I responded "what's up with you today? Your not preforming decently." He demanded "nothing sir." I say

I'd rather be free-e-e free-e-e free-e-e, free.

He smirked as he walked around me in circles. Something was wrong me instincts were next to nonexistent when necrosis needed it.

I'd rather be free-e-e free-e-e free.

He stepped closer to me. This is bad and I can't move.

Something sharp went right into my side. I sent out a sharp whine from the pain. I was bleeding on the floor "it's not that bad Wildspark just give it some time it'll heal." Necrosis said with a bloody servo he walked of leaving me to bleed out. I know I'd be fine. But it still hurt.

I'd rather be free-e-e free-e-e free.

Everything is beginning to go black. My optics shut just as I lose consciousness I hear necrosis cackling.

From here

SONG MADE BY REBECCA SUGAR I DO NOT OWN THIS OR CLAIM TO OWN THE SONG ESCAPISM

A primes future Where stories live. Discover now