Transformers Short Story #1 [Return]

[Repo Man]

Just something I wrote a while back. Decided to post some of it here. However, its unfinished, but I'm almost done.

[Repo Man]

What would he say? What would the Transformer do? Nightwatcher was in quiet frustration and fear of the unfolded scene only hours ago. Dragging himself in utter defeat, cascaded with his blue blood, the freelancer had failed an assigned misson for the first time. Also, he was returning with more than a scratch. He was returning to his ally, Shockwave, with the gift he was given, in total destruction and chaos. The telekinetic frequency that was blessed so graciously to the Transformer was now in complete disray within his head, and it was growing harder and harder to withstand the blasting sounds that appeared randomly with each robot he passed. Sauntering painfully toward Shockwave’s Tower on Cybertron, Nightwatcher could feel the burning eye from his comrade. However, he hoped the Decepticon would understand. However, he guessed far from that.

He reached the door and pressed the intercom button to call to the top of the skyscraper, directly to Shockwave. “Are you there? Its me, Nightwatcher.” His voice was twinged with agony, but he had learned not to display his pain, so the assassin stood with a steel face.

There was no answer for a while, but soon his friend was displayed with the purple Transformers face. “Ah. Nightwatcer, so glad to see you’ve returned...” Then, his head dropped up and down, scanning his comrade. “What happened to you? Lost control?”

Nightwatcher didn’t feel it was right explaining himself in broad daylight for others to hear, so he shook his head slightly. “Shockwave. I must talk with you. Its something about the frequency. May I come in.” It was difficult for Nightwatcher to show his state of urgency to inform on his mistake, so he did his best with his lack of emotion.

Shockwave was silent, and soon raised and hand and pressed a button on the control board. Soon, the door slid to the left and allowed the freelancer to enter.

Before long, Nightwatcher exited from the elevator and entered the large room of the calculating and logical Shockwave, Decepticon defender on Cybertron. With slight relucantance, Nightwatcher muttered, “Shockwave. Something happened on my misson and...”

“First of all Nightwatcher... what exactly was your misson?” Shockwave presented with a fold of his arms, his cannon arm tapping against his other in curiousity.

Oh... he wasn’t going to like this answer either. The two of them were good buddies (well, Nightwatcher saw it that way), but his misson wouldn’t be that good of a welcome. Nightwatcher was quiet for a while before answering. “I was assigned by an anunoymous Autobot to assassinate and kill Soundwave.” He said in a very blunt tone. He wasn’t the type to keep secrets.

Shockwave didn’t react, although Soundwave and him were very good comrades, especially in the beginning of the Cybertronian War, but the Transformer stayed absolutely still and calm. Nightwatcher returned the stare with his own blank expression. Soon, the freelancer zapped his concentration into Shockwave’s mind, maybe pinpointing an overloading rage that Nightwatcher just couldn’t see from the outside. He got nothing.

“So?” Shockwave muttered with very little interest. If it was Megatron, his reaction would’ve been slightly different.

Nightwatcher stepped toward the other and sighed. “That’s not all.”

“I can see there is. You never return to me in such a state as this.” The logical Transformer informed.

“During my battle with him his...soundwaves jumbled with my frequency as well as my processor and I can’t seem to turn off the telekinesis.” Nightwatcher explained, adjusting his sunglasses that were cracked along the right eye. He was still bleeding quite badly, but he stood firm.

Suddenly, a blasting energy surged into his brain as the enraged Shockwave burst from his controlling shell. “WHAT!” The Decepticon said with exploding rage. He thrust himself toward the defenseless Nightwatcher, who took slight steps back in slight disturbance, and also the accumilating sounds that were blasting into his circuits.

“I worked so hard to get it right, to make it perfect! I paid you, my trusted friend because I knew you would follow me in this quest for dominance and triumph!!” He bellowed, slinging his arm around the others throat and bashing him into the wall, causing a loud moan. “The logical planning that went so deep into this project, and you destory in because of your ridiculious carelessness Nightwatcher!” He paused and tightened his foul grip, Nightwatcher clawing and gasping for breath.

“Nightwatcher. My patience has grown thin for you now! You were not the logical person to trust in his matter, and now I shall correct my mistake.” The Decepticon thrashed the others body toward the opposite wall. Nightwatcher grunted as his body crunched into the metal hinges, digging within his metallic body and deeping the wounds lined along his protoform. Blue blue etched itself along the wall and his body shuddered from the senseless beating. The Decepticon stepped slowly like a looming shadow toward his former friend. His cannon rose toward Nightwatcher’s face and like a grenade going off, his visions was blinded and disrupted by the force of the blast.

His eyes burned and his face twitched with agony. He tried to move, but nothing seemed to react. What’s going on?! What happened! He tried to yell, but he uttered not a single word. As the blurred sight began to regain its control and begin to make more sense, he realized what exactly he was in. Bolted to a slab and mouth silenced by a block of some kind, he could see Shockwave in the corner, back turned as if secretly preparing something.

What was happening! Was Shockwave serious? Nightwatcher lied there, and for the first time, was compelled by an unknown emotion. It made his circuits shiver and his spark seemed to stop glowing every few seconds. His body was in total catastrophe shutdown. He didn’t know what he was feeling, because the emotion rarely crossed his processor, even in battle.
“Nightwatcher. This is for the both of us. Mostly for me, but I need to teach you that this cannot happen again. A failed project must be terminated.” He spun his body, the glowing lightbulb in the middle of his face glimmered red.

The freelancer gave a tiny gasp in his throat and did his best to back away, sensing the trouble that was about to start. Shockwave on the other hand, if having a face, would have had a grin spreading long across his still face. “Hold still. I wouldn’t want to break something extremely important.” Shockwave said with a teasing tone, rolling his fingers in excitment. Nightwatcher had always known the Decepticon to be the type that enjoyed taking things down to their basic building blocks, but he did it in a painful and agonizing way. Now, he was the next victim.

The Decepticon gripped his weapon of choice, a rather sharp blade of some sort. It was like a scalpel, thin but looked sharp enough to cut through anything. Soon, he was drawing closer and closer to his victim and soon, he dug the blade deep into an already formed wound. Nightwatcher grunted and groaned in pain, blood decorating him, Shockwave growing more and more into the mood and he acted as if painting a masterpiece.

Nightwatcher's hands tensed, his fingers slicing into the metal of the table as the torment continued. The screech caused himself extremely uncomfort, but the torture was just as hard to control with a straight face. Shockwave took it as a thrill and dug deeper into the hole, and like water in a trapped space, the blue fluids spilled all over the scientist and his scapegoat.

He had to get out! Nightwatcher had to escape. From Shockwave’s blood lust speech, he doubted he would live this night through. He needed to leave as quickly as possible, and leave this disturbed Decepticon forever. Because if he was on the run, he would guess that he would surely follow.

With a vicious tug, his right hand snapped from its bolted prison. Like a mad creature escaping its cage, he threw his arm to Shockwave’s oval head. His arm struck its mark and the Transformer soon bashed with the floor, a violent crash following after it.

Popping all the other restraints from his body, he threw himself off the table and onto his feet, no matter how much his body already ached from his quick jolting movements. He rushed toward the exit door, or what looked like a door to him in the condensed room. Suddenly, he was thrashed to the right and he tried to bellow a scream, but his mouth was still sealed by the metal board screwed on his mouth. Nightwatcher slid along the wall, his blood smearing as his body slumped painfully. Then, he could feel Shockwave’s cannon arm dig underneath his chin and shoving into his throat. Before the freelancer knew what was happening, he was in the air, legs dangling weakly. He tried to raise his limbs, but all his processors failed him and he only stared beneath his deep black shades in unknown horror.

“Clarity of thought before rashness of action Nightwatcher. I’m surprised you thought that you could escape that easily from me.” Shockwave muttered, voice rolling with its very eccentric style. “Your just asking so much of me.”

Nightwatcher shuddered in the Transformers grip, waiting for the final blow to overload his telemetry. Shockwave arched his cannon slightly, Nightwatcher’s throat soon bare for the kill. The Decepticon hauled his free arm, during the feud had released his scalpel weapon. What was he hoping to do, Nightwatcher thought in frantic loss.

Suddenly, Shockwave’s hand thrusted toward the others throat and scratched at the metal, piercing through it as if it was just paper. The wires zapped and coiled as the Decepticon wrapped his slimy fingers around his voice box. Nightwatcher could only wail in muffled agony, watch as his blood burst like a bomb into the air, splattering along the far wall. Soon, even the sheet along his mouth couldn’t withhold his endless screams and howls of pain. However, Shockwave dug and seared at the Transformers neck, face cold as ice. But Shockwave was never the type to show physical emotion. He couldn’t, but the force and dedication were all but said in his madness of logical experimentation.

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[Repo Man]

((Thanks. That's kinda what I was hoping to come out in the story. Not finished. The rest is actually on my computer at home. T.T I'll post the rest of what I have and then finish it when I get home. ))

[Friday]

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[Repo Man]

Then, like a rag doll, Nightwatcher was once again tossed to the side, striking the ground limp and motionless. He was stunned, and if only Shockwave could see the eyes of pure terror through his sunglassess. Just a look could inspire him more, and Nightwatcher knew that. He had to gain control, he needed to get up and escape. Even with his light, empty body which was squirting out blood like a fountain, he still felt heavy as a rock. The sadist Shockwave’s footsteps could be heard clearly in his ear, each one causing a tensing shudder in his wires. As Nightwatcher soon felt himself rising again from the floor, he expected a teasing retort from the other. However, their was silence. Eerie, creepy stillness, even in his mind. There was no thrill, but there was no remorse. It was second nature at this point for Shockwave, and this process was nothing but mindless joy for him.

Nightwatcher was hurled back onto the table, smothered in his fluids of blood. His body refused to sit up or budge, only lie in its defenseless stature. However, he was able to erect his shivering hand toward his throat and feel the ice cold liquid between his fingers. His own blood dripped along his hand and he looked at the clump of blood in disbelief.

“Don’t worry. There is more to come.” Shockwave uttered simply, gripping his previous weapon and creeping directly over the freelancer. Before the start of the affair, the Decepticon pulled from beneath the table a screwdriver or something of the sort. He pressed the ends into the screws that bolted Nightwatcher’s mouth and he began to slowly pry it from his lips. “I want to enjoy this moment Nightwatcher.” He said soothingly. “So let it last.”

When the tiny slab along his face was removed, it all began in an instant. The knife dug into Nightwatcher’s metal body and Shockwave was tearing harder and harder into his body, slicing through him like butter. He followed the voice box circuits, zipping through them like they were nothing. Nightwatcher screamed in agony, thrashing his body uncontrollably and on a rampage. His voice gurgled with the blood pulsing from his mouth as he could feel death swiftly coming.

“Sh-Shockwave... plu-plu-please.” Nightwatcher pleaded, his hands gripping the sides of the table to succumb the torment.

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