Vengeance

Prologue

Rumble stared at the transformer sized PS2 he and his brother Frenzy had created. No use for it now. He had nobody to play with…

"Prowl and Bluestreak…" He muttered. "You will pay dearly for what you have done."

It had been six months since Frenzy's death. Rumble had become quite solitary. Pranks had stopped long ago, and he now lived a silent and lonely life. He never walked about with pride anymore, he just slowly sulked along or concealed himself within Soundwave's chest.

But something was happening to Rumble. His logic circuits were becoming more and more frizzed out, and his control systems were malfunctioning. Rumble had caught a mech dementia virus, and it was driving him mad. He constantly plotted revenge on the Autobots, he would make them pay. Even though he was a 'pint sized street punk', he could, and would kill.

"Brother…" He cackled to himself. "Those murderers will rue the day they messed with us…" The dementia virus was taking over…

Rumble looked around. "Goodbye, you mechs…" He whispered. He was leaving.

First, he would obtain the upgrades he needed, then, he would carry out his plan: Operation Vengeance…

DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN TRANSFORMERS!!!!!!!

Yeah, know it's short, but it's a slagging prolouge. ANYWAY... Have some more done later...