lacitar13

Days like this make me wonder why I bother I sit with your body cradled against my chest. The cars wiz by our spot, horns blare as the cold wind stirs the fur on your body. You're dying. Don't worry. I won't leave you in your last moments on this putrid planet. The car hit you. I saw it. I was the lone witness that cared.  The car that stole your life swerved. They swerved, not to avoid you. No, you were already across the road. You were in the turning lane for the nearby strip mall. It was eleven at night, the mall long since closed. The car hit you then swerved back into the lane. I heard one say something about "points". You twitched i

Disclaimer: I don’t own a single solitary person in this small piece of fiction. To add injury to insult I’m borrowing the Original Character: Backdraft from Deviantscar. Not a single original thought in my own widdle head. Author’s Note: This is based on DeviantScar’s RPG where all the bots and cons have been turned human and are all living together in a castle in Scotland. Also, in this story the oldest cassette is only *gulp* fifteen. Poor Ravage. *petpet* Operation: Get Soundwave Laid, Part 2 It didn’t take that long for his winged brother to return with all the rest of the now human cassettes. At least, the re