Walking outside onto the landing deck of their base, Starscream released a heated sigh, his cheek aching from the back-hand he had received for pointing out the flaws in Megatron's newest scheme. His spark burned with rage and humiliation, sick of being treated like a fool, even though he was always correct.

Sighing once more, he looked to the dark night sky, gazing into it's glittering depths as he longed to be where they were... so far away from here, from Megatron and his endless stupidity. As the seeker gazed, he caught sight of a shooting star, watching as it streaked across the sky before disappearing.

He watched blankly as he thought, optics dimming softly. Many saw shooting stars as good omens, or something to make a wish upon. He only saw them as a morbid depiction of his life. He was falling violently into nothingness, burning out of existence...

There were times he didn't even know why he tried, why he tried to pretend that he was more than just someone to blame when things went wrong. More than just a toy to use when sexual frustrations rose to their peak...

Stepping closer to the edge, he looked down into the black abyss of seemingly endless waters, the ocean so calming in it's gentle lulling. Splashing against the side of the base before retreating and repeating the process, as if trying to reach him to pull him down into it's cold, breathless embrace.

Starscream watched blankly for a moment before diving off of the platform, free falling for a moment before firing on his thrusters and arching gracefully upwards, flying just above the surface of the undulating ocean. Looking, he could see the reflection of the moon, watching it dance to it's silent, lonely melody.

Grimacing, he arched up high into the sky, moving a bit faster to escape the looming vision of his prison, feeling as though it mocked him and his supposed freedom. He would only have to return to more taunting, jeering and abuse, accusations of being worthless and idiotic.

Idiotic was one thing he used to be certain he was not... Worthless? Perhaps, but only due to Megatron's pride, his outright refusal to listen to his fears of a certain mission, or ideas on another. But a fool... he was only recently beginning to wonder about that. He knew it would only end in a beating, and yet he still tried to point out a fatal flaw in Megatron's plan. He knew it would end in failure, but still he tried to overthrow the tyrant...

Scarlet optics blurred with hot tears as the seeker raced ever quicker through the night sky, already reaching what was the safe top speed and going over it, streaking through the air with precise ease as he went farther and farther into the desert, not caring or knowing where he was going.

All he knew was that he wanted away... away from everything that tried to haunt, and eat at his mind, the memories of cruel words aimed to break his spirit and harsh blows to mangle his quickly numbing body.

Growling, he forced his thrusters to their limit, engines whining agonizingly under the strain and heating dangerously. But he didn't care and didn't slow his pace, racing all the quicker to his unknown destination as he became all the more disoriented.

Warnings flashed in his vision, informing him of the overheating engines and the high risk of crashing, but they went unheeded, the seeker trying to go faster... before giving a cry when the engines gave a harsh lurch, something giving out within as his thrusters spluttered and gave out. Falling violently toward the harsh, unforgiving ground, he braced for impact and screeched as he hit, shoulder vent being bent back and snapped off before the other one was smashed in, his wings being painfully and horridly twisted and mangled. His cockpit shattered into millions of shards as it struck a large rock, the seeker screaming as the hit jarred his spark casing and his form finally rolled to a stop, mangled and drenched in his own energon blood.

Giving a pained, breathless sound, he attempted to push himself up, though was completely unable to do so, giving a high sound of pain from the failed action... before falling silent and still, watching through cracked optics as the moon reflected off the heavy dust and smoke around him.

Warnings continued to flash in his vision, this time warning of imminent stasis lock due to loss of energon. Though he found himself unable to care, finding himself at peace despite the pain wracking his frame... He longed for the blissful unawareness that stasis lock brought to him, the safe haven without pain and emotion.

Suddenly a new warning flickered to life, alerting him to five Autobot signatures heading in his direction fast. And it wasn't until then that he realized how close he was to their base. How strange that he would find his way here... However, even this didn't bring him out of morbid sense of peace, offlining his straining optics as he gave a sputtering sigh that had energon dripping from his lips. Perhaps he would die this way... surrounded by confused Autobots that, knowing their nature, would likely attempt to help him despite the fact he was their enemy. And yet, his own faction wouldn't give a slag that he was laying half offline due to a brutal crash.

He could already hear their mocking jeers and obnoxious laughter... No, he would rather die in Autobot hands than in the presence of his supposed allies. At least this way he would join the well of allsparks with some dignity left.

Just as his vision started to fade, he heard the sound of engines rumbling closer before it faded out and slowly came back, muffled and much quieter... He vaguely heard the sound of transformations before hands were suddenly upon him, his vision going blurry and black as muffled voices spoke to him. He couldn't tell if the words were shouted or whispered, his audio not able to pick out words from the sound...

And that was fine. Words were only sounds that could deceive and break you... He much preferred his version of what they could possibly be saying. No... what HE could be saying. Skyfire... He missed that deep, soothing voice, his words that would never be armed to pierce his already aching spark.

A touch to his chest brought him out of his musings, feeling something being hooked into him... though he could feel his conscious slipping quickly, struggling to hold onto the image of Skyfire's loving face, remember the touch of his large, yet incredibly gentle hands... There wasn't a day that passed when he didn't feel sorrow for hurting his friend, his lover. He hadn't known how to react when Skyfire chose the Autobots over him... But now, he somewhat understood his motives. The Decepticons weren't what they had started out to be.

And this thought led him back to his decision to overthrow Megatron... Well, now he wouldn't have to worry anymore. Whatever happened in the war would have to happen without him. And he could only hope the Autobots would win... if only for Skyfire's sake.

Finally, he could no longer feel, hear or see anything, the mere act of thinking becoming a difficult task, his awareness fading to nothing as he slipped into blissful unawareness at last.

He could finally burn out of existence...