Dedicated to cant_stop_the_fire

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"Now is not the time to be a hotshot." A energon covered mech snarled into his comm.

::Aww you have no faith in me, Fire. Did you forget that when we met I flipped you?:: A cheeky voice retorted.

"Just cut the power and let's get out of here!" He snapped. The building shook as another explosion went off...almost as if it was from the other side of the building... The mech growled in the comm. "Damn it!" He shouted. He ran through the halls and shot at every con in his way. His right optic had a protective covering that helped him aim when he used his right shoulder cannon. Said protective covering also allowed him to have night vison. His face had hardened as he sprinted through the halls. Suddenly the lights flickered and he wondered what the frag just happened. Worry began to wash over his spark. Slag. He pushed cons out of the way and his destination was just up ahead. "Ignition! Come in!" He practically screamed. He turned to the door and tried turning the lock. No good. He kicked and kicked at it. Nothing. He took out his grenade in his subspace and pulled the pin. He stuck it to the door and ran into another room. He picked up a dead con and held it for a shield as the door exploded. Debris flew everywhere and he threw the con to the side. Smoke was everywhere and his gas mask slid in place. He stepped into the room and waved his servo. "Ignition?!" He called. Nothing. His optics narrowed and he waited til the smoke cleared. He cursed as he saw his partner on the floor with energon all over her dead frame. His optics widened. He fell to his knees and picked her up to his chest. Scratches were all over her and he snarled. Some lucky bastard did this. Someone was here. His frame tensed as he saw a Decepticon brand on her face. Melted metal. Her face was so torn. Her frame was shredded. His optics shut as tears went down his faceplate. The room was filled with dust and his spark ached. The bond had snapped. He thought that was some cons lucky shot. Apparently not. He lay his helm against hers and he cried softly. "No...no!" He cried. The base was destroyed. Every damn con was dead because their bond was like no other. They were supposed to leave this supply building alive! But someone was here. Some decepticon. His gas mask slid away he grit his denta. His grip on her tightened. "NO!" He screamed. His helm tilted back as he screamed. The baritone voice echoed in the empty dead base. They were partners. Lovers! They made it out alive all the time! They were the best. They could survive anything. They tried to survive the damn war Cybertron had ruptured. They didn't want a part take in any of it. They liked the wild. They did everything based off instinct. Yet...she was dead. Ignition was gone. Offlined. The mech lowered his helm. He wanted to believe his luck had run out. He was pretty sure it had. He shook his helm and stood. He gently lay her down against the wall and began picking up the suppiles in her arms. He placed them in his subspace and left the room. His optics scanned the dead bodies of the cons as he walked down the hall. He didn't know the correct way to get out but that never stopped him before. He opened a random door and walked in. He saw some files on the table. They were a bit dusty but he picked them up and shoved them in his subspace anyway. He saw a few guns on the table as well and put them in his subspace as well. He picked up the chair and threw it at the already damaged window. It broke instantly and the clattering of the glass hit the outside ground. The chair rocked as it landed. He ran toward the window and jumped out. His optics were focused on the open land in front of him. He strutted toward the horizon. He didn't know who took his mate but he was intended to take said bots life. He took a grenade from his pouch and pulled the pin. He tossed it carelessly behind him. He clicked the radio on as he walked away without looking back. The past was gone. Literally. The building exploded and the ground shook. The mech ignored it as it burst into immediate flames. The sound of roaring fire echoed behind him. The mech smirked. "Love is a burning thing
And it makes a firery ring
Bound by wild desire
I fell in to a ring of fire" the radio sang. He kept walking and he took out his shotgun. He loaded it as the lyrics sang from his chest. His optics focused on the land around him and he swung the shotgun onto his shoulder, ready for anything that tried his skills. "The taste of love is sweet
When hearts like ours meet
I fell for you like a child
Oh, but the fire went wild" the next chorus sang. The mech let out a chuckle. "Oh but FireCracker has always been wild." Another laugh was followed by another one. The mechs chest rumbled at the chuckles. FireCracker grinned. "Always." His optics looked up as he shouted, "Now who wants to take on a pissed off mercenary!?" It echoed and echoed as the flames went higher. "And it burns, burns, burns
The ring of fire..."