Going Under

Author’s Note: Yeah, yeah, don’t own Beast Wars, Evanescence, the characters and /or the songs. Okay, now that that’s over, you know the deal. Were you worried that I wasn’t going to continue the series, after the last one? Uh-huh . . . thought so. Well, as far as I know, there are two stories left, I think, after this. Then again . . . Evanescence had another album before this one, so I probably will do another series . . . maybe . . . but who will it be on? =^_^=

Now I will tell you what I’ve done for you

Fifty thousand tears I’ve cried

Sinead dated her artwork: April 26, 2003, and put the sketch pad by her bed, and heard Dinobot pacing. Again. She heard his footsteps pounding away, somewhat distantly, but there, and angry. Sinead looked up, not knowing why, but she was somewhat angry at him. Something about the way that he was acting, seemed to rub at her the wrong way. She sighed, and looked at the mirror

Screaming deceiving and bleeding for you

And you still won’t hear me

Dinobot growled to himself, as he paced. He turned towards the mirror, and saw Sinead standing on the other side, watching him silently, arms folded over her chest. He blinked, and stood still, watching her. He couldn’t handle it, if she were to come over to him . . . he knew that she knew . . . but she didn’t know the time.

No.

She was walking forward.

Don’t want your hand this time I’ll save myself

Maybe I’ll wake up for once

As she entered the room, Dinobot’s face lost its irate quality, taking on an almost-scared aspect. He shook his head, turned completely around, and left the room, running from the base, leaving Sinead in confusion. She blinked, and opened his door silently, looking to the left first, then to the right . . .

Rhinox blinked down at her. She looked up at him. “Where . . . ?”

“I think that he went outside.”

Not tormented daily defeated by you

Just when I thought I’d reach the bottom

I’m dying again

Sinead’s dark eyes were darker with worry. Rhinox felt the responsibility take its toll, as he looked into them. “This way. Stay close, but in the shadows. I’ll warn you if any others are coming.”

He took off in a brisk walk, leading Sinead to the command center. Once there, he signaled for her to hurry. She did, and he indicated the lift, stepping onto it. Sinead followed, and once it hit the ground, she looked off into the distance, seeing the shadow of her friend racing across the savannah. Rhinox looked to her, and she looked back at him. “I have to follow him.”

“Why?”

She paused. “A hunch.”

I’m going under

Drowning in you

He nodded, and handed her a small pistol, small enough to fit in her belt. She took it, and started to run off. Rhinox blinked after her, rumbling under his breath, “A hunch . . . what? What hunch? He couldn’t possibly be . . . nah. Dinobot’s too smart.”

Sinead heard none of it, as she ran after Dinobot, towards the east. Thoughts of their previous meetings flashed through her mind as she did so. It was all that she could do, to keep running, and not falling, breaking down in tears.

I’m falling forever

I’ve got to break through

I’m going under

Dinobot only saw one destination, knowing that it was there that he had seen . . . something. Before he knew it, he saw Megatron . . . and Rampage. He stopped short, ducking behind a few boulders. Something was happening. Rampage shot at a distant mountain, blasting its peak into oblivion. The image in the hologram Megatron was projecting from the Golden disk changed . . . to accommodate the scene that now lay out before them. They turned, and set off, with Megatron looking smug.

All Dinobot could think of, was that he had made the wrong decision after all.

Blurring and stirring the truth and the lies

So I don’t know what’s real and what’s not

Sinead ran over a hill, seeing Dinobot up ahead, but he was starting to run again. She sighed in exasperation, then jogged lightly down after him. He was running all-out again. The human tripped, and yelled, as she began tumbling down the incline. Something stopped her descent, pulling her to her feet, and shaking her shoulders lightly. She opened her eyes, to look into Dinobot’s enraged face.

“What are you doing here?!” he hissed.

Always confusing the thoughts in my head

So I can’t trust myself anymore

I’m dying again

She looked at him forlornly. “Why did you run, Dinobot?”

His optics deactivated, then came back to life a moment later. “Because there’s nothing left, Sinead.”

“What?”

“You heard me.”

I’m going under

Drowning in you

She heard his hidden meaning, and tried to reach up to his face, but he pulled away, and glared down at her. Her face was a sight that could extinguish the brightest of Sparks. It was filled with confusion, betrayal . . . unknown numerous emotions . . . but sadness was its main expression.

It took everything that Dinobot had, to let go of her, and push her slightly away. “You have no place here, Sinead. There is nothing here for you, for your kind . . .” He sighed, and looked behind him. “Trust me on this, Sinead. Just . . . just trust me.”

I’m falling forever

I’ve got to break through

A glimmer of metal caught the sunlight, but it was too far away for Sinead to see. Dinobot, however, still looking over his shoulder, snarled evilly, and snapped, “Go back, Sinead. Go back to your comforts, to your home. This isn’t the place and time for . . . for an angel. This is Hell . . . this is the Hell that you should never have to see . . . ever.”

He dropped to his beast mode, and started running after the glimmer of metal again.

So go on and scream

Scream at me I’m so far away

“DINOBOT!!!” Sinead yelled. She sobbed for breath, then began running down the slope, tumbling and gaining more bruises and scrapes along the way. She was bleeding freely from a bad scrape on her left arm, and her right ankle was sore, after rolling under her.

But she was not going to give up.

Farther in the distance, but not too far ahead, Sinead saw Dinobot stop, and transform. He pulled a pistol out of nowhere, and leapt off into open air, holding his rotary blade over his head, and shooting at something, as he descended.

I won’t be broken again

I’ve got to breathe I can’t keep going under

It was then, that Sinead knew that he had seen his death in this valley.