Transformers
Fan fiction:
Lone
Night Predacon
Lizzy
Underwood
Prologue
The
sky growled angrily and deep throatily. A black shape slowly
descended from the sky, the midnight black wings disrupting the
silence. Two burning yellow eyes glowed in the surrounding darkness.
A Predacon awkwardly landed, her claws nearly slipping from
underneath her. The destroyed human city was desolate. A prefect spot
for her to recover and hope that she’ll be alone.
She
settled on a demolished building and examined her wounds. Every part
of her body screamed in agony. Predaking attempted to dominate her,
but she wouldn’t be the lesser Predacon. Her wounds stung as
she touched them. Light blue liquid dripped from her gouges. She had
no medical knowledge of treating wounds, so she was screwed. She laid
down, resting her head on her on her front claws. Her tail hung on
the other side of the building, slowly lashing side to side. She
closed her eyes for a short time, letting out a defeated a defeated
sigh.
The
sound of sky-falling Cybertronians landing on the rubble, awoke her.
She jolted upwards, hissing threateningly at the Hunters that
surrounded her. The Hunters all held electric whips, ready to capture
her. She roared and ignited her fire. One brought his whip back and
whipped her right side. She hissed and shot her fire at him and
missed. Another’s whip wrapped around her left hind leg and
jerked, pulling it out from under her. She dug her claws into the
wreckage. Another whip wrapped around her mouth, yanking her head
aside. Another wrapped around both of her front legs and her right
hind leg. She tumbled down the wreckage, unable to get free. The
Hunters pulled on the whips, restraining her. She fought with all of
her might.
A
familiar figure approached. “It’s not every day that you
find a lone Predacon.” She narrowed her eyes, wishing she could
lash out at the bounty hunter in front of her. Lockdown,
she thought. Just
perfect. “Bring
Shadowstorm aboard.” Shadowstorm barely had any strength left.
Her roar was muffled. But, there was nothing she could do. She glared
at Lockdown, the bounty hunter’s smirk only made her want to
rip his spark out more. He followed her into his ship as the bay door
closed. “Put her in stasis and tie her to the table.” One
of his mercenaries grabbed a staff and jabbed her spark with it. She
felt the voltage course through her body. Then, it was darkness.
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“Wakey,
wakey,” Lockdown growled.
Shadowstorm
moaned. “What did you do to me?” She opened her eyes and
narrowed them. She was no longer in beast mode, she was in robot
mode. Her arms were strapped down at every point. Her midsection was
strapped down, along with her chest, and her legs. Lockdown stood
next to her, his arms behind his back. She tried to fight the
restraints and get free, but she couldn’t move.
“You’re
going to give me information about the Predacons,” he said. She
hissed.
“Make
me!” she spat. Lockdown pulled out a pole with a burning tip.
He jabbed it into her chest, pushing it deeper and deeper. She
screeched, the smell of burning energon filling the room. He pulled
it out, light blue liquid dripping off of the tip. Shadowstorm’s
optics widened as she fought for breath.
“Spill
it!” he hissed. She hissed in pain.
“N…ne….never!”
she gasped. Lockdown gritted his teeth and jabbed it into her chest
again. She screamed in agony. Her chest metal began to melt and
became scorching hot. Her body thrashed as Lockdown pushed the pole
deeper and deeper into her spark chamber. She screeched, thrashing
like crazy. Lockdown narrowed his eyes and pulled the sharp tip out.
Light blue liquid covered the pole. He tossed it aside, leaving his
tortured prisoner on the table. She moaned, energon streaming from
her chest and mouth. He entered the cockpit and sat down. His
mercenaries put her into a hanging chain machine, leaving her
dangling helplessly. He reentered the room, smiling at her helpless
state.
“Now,
give me what I want,” he demanded.
She
growled. “Bite me.” Lockdown seized an electric staff and
jabbed it into her left eye. She hissed, feeling the voltage course
through her. He pulled it out, light blue liquid dripping down the
tip.
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