The shot raced through the air, aimed directly at the Fuzor's face.
With unexpected speed and reflex, Aquasting dodged the blast. But even
as he evaded the blast, Waspinator took advantage of the movement,
charging into Aquasting, toppling him into the water. With anger and
fury, Waspinator punched the Fuzor, hit it as it were the
personification of the Pit itself.
"You killed Waspinator's friend!" You took away Waspinator's only real
friend! Waspinator will rip you apart!" The Predacon smashed his left
leg into Aquasting's mid-section, while simultaneously delivering an
uppercut that sliced open the Fuzor's lower right jaw. At this, the
Fuzor stumbled back, as much from the assault as from Waspinator's
words.
"My brother," Aquasting pleaded, his left hand oustretched. "Why do you
hurt you own kind?"
Waspinator looked up at the mountain extrance where the charred
remains of Luna remained. He lifted his gun and aimed it directly at
Aquasting's face."
"Waspinator not your kind," he whispered as he pulled the trigger.
Atop a lone mountain, with a gentle breeze surrounding his body, Waspinator stood
next to the elaborate grave he had built for Luna. He knelt before the spot where he had
taken the lifeless remains of a child who had always been there for him. She
never made fun of his pecuilar speech patterns, she never made fun of him for
being clumsy, and most importantly of all, she had accepted him simply for who
he was. More than power, more than energon, more than anything he had ever encountered
in his entire existence, Luna had been the most life giving source of all.
The gentle wind blew fragile green leaves from a tree that stood over Luna's grave. The
leaves fluttered around Waspinator as he stood up. Still looking down at the spot where his
freind should be, lost in memories, Waspinator did not notice the streaks of light above him.
A sudden burst of light and sound overhead alerted Waspinator, who raised his head towards the glaring sunlight.
In dawning horror, Waspinator realized ...
