So I was listening to this song as I was watching this commercial for abused animals and another for kids and I started to cry and it reminded me of Riella and here's the story! (If yo get very emotional bring tissues!)

Energon and oil dripped from her wounded side and shoulder. Her blue and white body was scarred and almost torn open. Her one of her head fins was missing.

I don't know if you can hear me, or if you're even there.
I don't know if you will listen to a humble prayer.

Primus, it hurts so much. The femme thought to herself was she dragged herself across the ground, hoping that someone would help her. But, who would help a telepath? She placed a hand over her scarred spark, tears poured down her facplates. She wore an expression of pain and fear.

They tell me I am just an outcast, I shouldn't speak to you...
Still I see your face, and wonder, were you once an outcast too?

Primus, please let someone help me. This hurts badly. Please..let someone show me mercy. What did I ever do wrong? The femme prayed as she continued dragging herself, pain increasing. Her helm ached and her wounds started to bleed even more.

God help the outcasts, hungry from birth.
Show them the mercy they don't find on Earth.
The lost and forgotten, they look to you still.

She stopped dragging herself and leaned against the wall of Cybertron's dojo. She closed her optics, wishing the pain would stop. Until a group of mechs grabbed small rocks and started throwing them at her. One hit her in the knee and broke it. She let out a scream of pain and fell to the ground.

God help the outcasts, or nobody will.

Another one hit her in the helm and chest, creating new wounds. She gasped in pain and agony. Two of the mechs walked over to her and held her up, by holding onto her wrists. She let out a small moan, right before the leader of the group stood infront of her, and started punching her.

I ask for nothing, I can get by.
But I know so many less lucky than I.
God help the outcasts, the poor and down-trod.

The femme let out a scream as his fist collided with her face. He continued to punch her in the stomach and her face until it bled. The two mechs holding her up, dropped her. She fell to the ground with a thud and whimpered. Primus, this hurts so much! Why won't you help me?

I thought we all were the children of God.

The leader smirked and whispered into her working head fin, "You're helpless. And now, you die." He wrapped his hands around her throat and pushed her against the wall. He applied pressure on her throat, causing tears to stream down her face.

I don't know if there's a reason;
why some are blessed, some not.

Her vocalizer made choking sounds as his grip got tighter. Her optics were fluttering shut as her neck felt like it was going to snap. Why me?

Why the few you seem to favor -
they fear us, flee us, try not to see us.

"Hey, you! Let her go you glitch!" She heard a mech's voice yell. She heard a few running footsteps and the hands around her throat released her. She gasped loudly as she fell back to the ground. She opened her optics and saw the leader, all busted up and ran away with his crew.

God help the outcasts, the tattered, the torn.
Seeking an answer to why they were born.

"Master! Come here! This femme needs help!" The gold and black mech that saved her yelled into the dojo, before cradling her in his arms. "Are you OK? Can you say anything? What's your name?" The mech asked, pulling her closer to his spark. He felt so warm and calming. She snuggled into him, weakly looking up at him. My hero.

Winds of misfortune have blown them about.
You made the outcasts, don't cast them out.

"My.. name..is..Riella.." The femme whispered softly. Her optics were staring to close as she saw an older mech walk next to the gold mech. "Riella, my name is Prowl, and this is Yoketron. We're going to help you, just hold on." Prowl rested his forehelm against hers, rubbing her back. How could bots be so cruel to a fragile femme like this? Prowl thought to himself.

The poor and unlucky, the weak and the odd.
I thought we all were the children of God.

"My...hero.." Riella muttered as her optics closed. "I'll keep you safe." Prowl whispered. "I promise."

*Touches eyes* Why are my eyes wet? Oh yeah, you're crying! *grabs tissue and blows nose. * I'm fine* Grabs Prowl* this is so sad!

Prowl:You wrote it.

Me:Shut up. So any songs yo want to see in her and Riella please don't kill me! Peace out!