Without You

The rest of the song "A Stranger" by A Perfect Circle.

There will be a Part 3. It will be a different song by A Perfect Circle.

I like how taking the song line by line, separate from the song itself changes the meaning totally.

Like I said before, I just used the name Quickstrike. He is nothing like the Beast Wars character. Ironically when I was doing some research for inspiration I came across another Quickstrike, this one being a wolf. From this address here: http://transformers.wikia.com/wiki/Quickstrike_%28BM%29 You can see this personality fits my OC Quickstrike MUCH BETTER.

Calling someone a Fucking Tornado should be a term of endearment.
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~You vanish today
Not the first time I hear
All the lies~

Blitzwing made steps to approach the boy. His cannons were still aimed at him. It was as though the triple changer believed the injured boy might jump right back up at any moment. Quickstrike kept his wings spread but did not take off yet. His systems and muscles locked, as though they were working against him.

Vishal did not know of his friend's betrayal. His sensed were to frizzed to know that Quickstrike planned to leave him. He felt as though both of them were in danger. The human Autobot lifted himself off the ground with some strain. He was able to get himself to his hands and knees. He bit his lip and mentally commanded his armor to cover him.

The tech-organic human was now covered in a yellow armor that slide out of his permutable skin. The armor was unable to cover his damaged shoulder. All the sensors there were dead to the boy's commands. Blitzwing was right to be paranoid. He knew enough about Vishal to know he was more Cybertronian than some human organic robot. Vishal now looked like a small armored Autobot.

Ice was fired at the boy to free him in place. The injured Vishal moved fast against the ground to avoid the hit. He then quickly turned around with his lower arm stingers out. The boy was still on the ground with knee's bent when he fired on the towering Decepticon. Only his right one fired. Vishal flinched in pain as the energy meant to past through the left one sizzled in his injured shoulder.

"Strike! Get out of here!" Vishal said to the winged spider. He did not know Quickstrike's meta had already thought about leaving. However, the human Autobot knew the insect bot's status among the Decepticons. He knew his friend shouldn't take an Autobot's side in a fight. It was best for the neutral insect to leave.

Quickstrike's spark felt heavy at the boy's cries. The small Autobot had the insect bot's best interest in mind. His processors went quiet. The bot's spider legs no longer took steps back. Quickstrike looked up at the triple changer. The Decepticon was focused on the boy. Blitzwing did not see Quickstrike as a threat. He knew from past experiences the little freak would just watch the factions fight from a distance. He never joined in the battle.

~What am I to do with all this silence?~

The insect bot knew he had to make a choice now. Leave or..... do SOMETHING else. The benefits of backing off greatly outweighed the trouble he would be in if he defended the boy. Quickstrike also took into account that Lugnut was nearby watching. He had to stay neutral. He was GOOD at being neutral. It was all he had to show for his life. He could NOT betray his first directive.

Blitzwing let out a yelp as Random when the small bot fired at his lower leg. While that distracted the big bot Vishal got up to his feet. The triple changer then changed to Hothead to yell at the boy.

"VATZ IT, VE VUST NEED YOUR FUNCTIONING PROSSEZOR. Vat doezn't mean it needz to be in vone piece!" growled Blitzwing's red face as his cannons pointed at Vishal. The boy's roller blade wheels appeared from under his boot like armor. He had the speed to move to the side, away from Quickstrike.

"YOU HAVE TO GET OUT OF HERE!" Vishal cried with a sense of panic at Quickstrike. He seemed surprised the giant insect was still there. The spider-wasp's audio receptors analyzed the tone of the boy's voice. It was so stressed, so worried about Quickstrike's well being more than his own.

The corner of Blitzwing's optics picked up the large insect taking a few more steps back. He thought nothing of it. Little did he know the insect was actually getting in position to strike. Quickstrike mused to himself; If Vishal had begged for his help he would of left. But instead the boy cried for him to leave, and now the insect had to fight.

He spitted his webbing on Blitzwing's cannons. It caused them to be clogged. Their firing then exploded in the muzzles of the weapons. Sparks caused by the damage traveled down the cannons to where they attached on the Decepticon's back. The triple changer shivered at the pain.

"YOU DUMMKOPF! Vat do you vink you're doing!?!?" Hothead turned his attettion to Quickstrike. He then changed to the black 'jack-o-lantern' face, "Vat tickled! Heeheehee!"

"WHAT?! How DARE you get in the way of Megatron's GLORIOUS PLAN!" Lugnut yelled from the end of the alley. The bulky Decepticon did not move any closer to the group. However, he did bend over in forward position Vishal recognized. A low hum could be heard coming from the bot.

"LUZNUT! NOT VHILE I'M ZTANDING RIGHT 'ERE!" Blitzwing's red face yelled at his partner. While the German accented bot was yelling Vishal shook one of Quickstrike's spider legs.

"Misslesmisslesmissleswegottagetoutofhere!!!!!!" the boy said in his sped up panicked voice, "FLY!COMON!"

The bombardment started. Some hit the walls of the alley before they could even get down to the three bots. Blitzwing changed to Icy and created an ice shield around himself. It would only take two of three missile hits before falling. He turned and glared coldly at the two young organic bots. He then aimed his ice at Quickstrike's delicate purple wings.

"If I am not surviving vis neither vill you," Icy said as Quickstrike backed up, letting out a shrill shriek at the pain on his wings. It was a moment of animal instinct that was not verified by his processors. The spider leg Vishal was holding slipped out of his hands. The small yellow Autobot dodged several missiles with his speed as he tried to follow his friend.

Quickstrike tried to focus. As he backed up in the corner no missiles came his way. However, his sensors picked up that the rusted fire escape above them was taking a lot of damage. It could fall on him and Vishal at any moment. He changed to robot mode and quickly curled around the smaller bot. There was a thud and a crack. A few other missile explosions followed it. There was dust everywhere. Quickstrike's optics failed to see what was going on. The ruckus of explosions stopped. He could sense he was under some rubble. His systems started to run a self diagnostic.

"Vishal?" Quickstrike's audio said softly. He questioning the small bot that was under the arch being on his hands and knee's created, "Are you functioning?"

~Shy away, shy away phantom
Run away, terrified child~

"WAZZZPINATOR thinkzzzz its bezzt you two juzzzt take the target and go! Wazzpinator thinkzzz itz a wazte of time getting the otherzzz one," said a voice Quickstrike recognized. Even if the bot did not say his name while talking, Quickstrike would of known who it was. The young bot's optic's started to see through the dust. Vishal had a coughing fit under the protection Strike provided.

"You are vuppozed to be zcouting on ve other side of the city," Blitzwing's calm blue face voice spoke. He saw the organic bot that stood in the way. Waspinator's purple optics narrowed at the triple changer.

"Wazzzzpinator could hear you all the wayzzz from the other zzzzide!" the adult organic bot complained, "Wazzpinator became curiouzzzz if you noisy bots were doing your jobzzzz right."

Quickstrike took this moments distraction to look down at the smaller bot. Vishal was being too quiet. The little organic was unmoving. The armor on his face retracted as though it helped him be in less pain. His chest still moved like a breathing human's would. Vishal had a bleeding cut on his forehead along with some blood on his lower lip. The spider-wasp bot then looked in the direction of Blitzwing and the other insect bot. He wondered if Waspinator was making this distraction on purpose. He knew he was getting ample time to sneak away. He was not going to look this gift human in the mouth.

He did his best to quietly move his back so the debris that fell on him would quietly disperse. He heard Vishal make some kind of breathing intake noise that was between human and robot. He carefully picked up the injured boy with one hand and started to climb over the alley's fence.

"So you leave your 'vob' to see if ve are doing ourz?" Blitzwing said as he raised an optic brow, crossing his arms. He had where the two young bots would be laying out of his focus. He assumed they would still be there, since he saw the rubble that fell on them. Blitzwing then switched to his Random voice, "AND VEY CALL ME CRAZY!"

"ZZZZZHUT UP!" Waspinator yelled back at the german speaking bot, "WAZZPINATOR WAZZZ BORED. He thinkzzzz three face and Lug-butt get all the action placezzzz! It izzz not fair!"

~Won't you move away
You fuckin' tornado~

Waspinator saw from the corner of his optics that Quickstrike was finally climbing off to his getaway. The Decepticons did know how the insect bot's were connected. However, Waspinator's bumbling rants were commonplace. They would not easily suspect that he meant for the two younger bots to get away.

"You FOOLS! THEY ARE GETTING AWAY!" yelled Lugnut as his optics could finally read through the dust. Quickstrike scurried away in bot mode. He wondered how he would carry the unconscious teen if he had to go to insect mode. If he did go to insect mode, his ice-damaged wings would not be useful. He knew they were both organic bots, and their signals were not easy to read.

~I'm better off without you
Tearin' my will down~

He could just find a safe place to leave the boy. His team had enough friends in the city that he would be found. He was pretty certain of that, but still in the back of his processor he had doubts. Vishal was damaged, and it seemed badly. Even though his human bot friend had mentioned the Autobot base, he had no idea where it was.

Quickstrike heard the Decepticons pursuing him. The insect bot had already cleared the fence before Lugnut blew it up behind him. He flapped his useless bot mode wings. In a clever move, he shot his webbing up at an intact fire escape. He still held Vishal with one arm, now leaned up against his chassis as he rose up. He then ducked into the shadows of the fire escape. He hoped they were fooled.

"He muzt of flovn off!" grumbled a red faced Blitzwing as he then turned to jet mode, only to get his wings stuck on the sides of the new alley, "OH SLAG! WASPINATOR! GO AFTER HIM THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT!"

Waspinator's strangely slender organic body took to the sky. He flew right by the two bots hiding place. He saw them safely there in the corner of his optics. He kept heading straight up for the sky, pretending to pursue someone. Blitzwing went back to bot mode only to walk out to the street and transform again. Quickstrike's optics then spied that Lugnut had also taken to the sky.

Quickstrike dared not move from his hiding spot just yet. He did take this moment to look over his damaged friend. He placed his free hand on the boy's chest. He could feel Vishal's spark beating undamaged. Quickstrike was now left to find an Autobot and expose his existence, or try to fix Vishal himself.