Prisoner of her Spark

I'm beating my wings to the fast rhythm of my spark. I couldn't have been giving chase for more than a minute, but slowly I'm gaining enough momentum to catch up. The adrenaline, the excitement, the anger is flushing my other concerns away. Ratchet chimes into my audio receptors, clear as day thanks to his repairs.

"RedMoon! What's happening? Where's Agent Fowler? Where are you?—" He asks me so many questions and right now I barely know how to answer— I have to answer him, I have to do it quickly, but I have to focus on my prey. I have to put all my effort into this, to succeed and make them proud. My tank is tingling through the tenseness of the chase. Ratchet is still talking in my audio receptor, but it's so far away. When I focus on the Decepticon in front of me I get angry and anxious and I want to tear it apart!

I feel the excited energy in my tank shove me forward and erupt out of my voice box. Through a thick film of rage, I let loose a guttural roar to call its attention. My whole body vibrates in a buzzing, clanging way and the air shakes with fear. So close— it's right there and it's so close! I think of the ways I'll make it pay. The torment and the struggle of it under my claws makes me giddy.

Something small pops off the jet. A tiny drone falls down and out of sight. I can barely hear it behind me now, its bubbly whir keeps its distance behind me, but nothing else happens. It doesn't matter, it's too small to matter. I'm several meters away now. My face can feel the warping hot air slapping away from its engine.

Excitement. Nothing but a pure extract of pain and focus. The thought of catching my prey, it's image is so large in my processor. My senses bloom within its trail. The long sharp teeth in my jaw shine against the fire of the jet's thruster. I can taste it's energon burning from within. It's sweet, it's perfect. I'm right there.

BANG!

The horizon sprints around me— engines, engines! They're splatter across the sky and ground, all around me I hear the sound of weak jets surrounding me cautiously, but one piece of slag hit me! It fragging hit me! How dare that drone come near me— ME!

The earth rights itself below me. My body is being yanked by my anger, the drone who crashed into me makes a long wide bank to circle me alongside the squadron, but my prey. No, no, that drone isn't worth my attention. The sleek purple jet glides effortlessly on its way as if to mock me. It laughs at my loss of progress and that makes me angry, angry, ANGRY!

I pay minimal mind to the now full squadron of drones following me. It isn't right— it's so obviously not right, but that jet makes all my suspicion so small. I have to get it. My wings follow my command of shoving away the atmosphere below me with strong and vigorous obedience. I hold strong onto my momentum and start gaining my ground again. It's not enough. The Decepticon disappears into the clouds— no, no, no, no, NO!

I'm not far behind it. In a moment, I'm swallowed by the white fluffy mass and I'm blinded on all sides. The only real movement I see are the streams of water forming and falling off me, the the hot air chugging furiously out of my snout. My vents were getting pushed to the limit, thankfully they get a break with the water cooling me off.

Where is it— where?! White is all I see. I can still hear the engines all around me, but they're muffled. I can't tell the difference between the wind or my vents or the engines around me. I can't see it. I have to be close, it must still be around.

In the fog before me, there's a light. An engine gets louder and louder and the fire I've been looking for blows its heat at my faceplate. I'm here again, behind it, tasting its energon, burning with joy, the thrill.

My jaw opens. This time, this time I'll get it— but again my joy is pierced in its spark when a searing hot bolt hits my flank. Frag, that hurts. Instead of closing around my prey, my jaw opens wider to let out my pain. They did it again. The pain gives me my anger. Again, they hit me again, again, right when I was SO CLOSE—