Summary: Choices are what makes us who we are, carve our paths through life so what if we chose wrong?

Main Character: Starscream

Word Count: 426

Side notes: It will probably be very long... I have so many chapters already lined up and I am not even halfway there yet...

Future Warnings: Rape sexual scenes between males, Mpreg, torture, character death, war and violence.

My sire used to always say I would be great one day. That I would rule the skies and the wind. I would be a storm that could tear apart a nation and a gentle breeze to encourage growth, that I would one day rule his kingdom.

I never did.

My bearer used to scoff, I was such a tiny thing, no use for grand battles or mighty thrones. My brothers, all older then me, had agreed.

Though my sire was right, had it not been for the destruction of my home, I would have ruled despite there being four before me. So what went wrong?

I laughed, a choked, gurgled sound that brought energon up my intake. My systems heaved, trying to force the liquid out of the air ducts. I could feel it dribbling down, irritating my internal fans as it slid into joint and gears.

How did I become to be this?

My body calmed and I stared towards the stars. The agony that had left me on the ground long gone, my sensors so overloaded with input that they shut themselves down. So I lay there, wingless, alone. My Trine were gone, they just weren't there. I gave a half hearted laugh. Dying and all I can think about is them. The pair of worthless bolts.

I twitched my left servo, the only thing I could still feel, and curled my digit into my own pool of energon that was spreading around me like a blanket. The thick liquid caused a tingle against my metal skin. My optics flickered. I briefly wondered where Megatron had got to, did he not want to watch?

I knew I was dying.

They say your life flashes before your eyes as you die. This is somewhat true. Mine didn't flash, it just came back to me as little bits of memory I thought I had long forgotten. My creators, my family, my home, my brothers, my training, my successes, my failures, my decisions... What decision, I wondered, had led me to this fate? Skyfire's disappearance had played a major role in my life... or maybe it was when I found Skywarp and Thundercracker, or was it when my Sire died and my brothers betrayed their own people? Maybe Primus would let me know before I went to the Pit. Maybe not.

The stars twinkled above me...just like that night, so many years ago...