Somebody to Somebody
The girl with brown hair dyed with different colored streaks watched her gang celebrate another victory. She couldn't help but fell disgusted at how low the actual victory was, two of the more idiotic guys had held their victim down as her leader had beaten him. The red streak fell into her eyes. The fallen, the leader of another gang, had given up his territory. And two of his own men had joined with them.
"Spitfire, you thinkin' again?" She glanced up at her leader. He hadn't started drinking yet.
"It's not much of a victory, we only gained a block and two more men. That other gang we keep havin' to retreat from still has twice our numbers, and we're spreading ourselves to thin. They'll pick us off if we don't get more recruits." 'Spitfire' as her leader had named her, focused on his eyes. "Omega, we need more recruits, that little cretin you have as our recruiter keeps bringing in runawaya and posers, they wouldn't last a night on the streets, especially in a gang fight."
"Hmm, maybe your right . . . but that's not much to worry 'bout now." He wrapped his arm around her shoulders. "Your my second in comand, you supervise gathering recruits, Spider's got to respect you too."
"Only if I break his arm." She glanced away. Omega only really understood beating people up, and getting things his own way. Spitfire was only like her namesake when she was mad and in a fight, the rest of the time, she was silent.
"Then do it. You're my righthand man! Don't be weak!" His arm was off her shoulders and his fist hit her face in a flash. "I won't tolerate you slacking off!"
" . . ." Aw, hell, he's high. for some reason he got violent when he was high. After a few more seconds of him hitting her, he stomped off, then was drawn back into the celebration, leaving her to nurse a split lip and soon to be black eye. "Don't be weak, huh? I wonder if you noticed I don't cry anymore, that I can't even scream or yell anymore."
"Hey, Spitfire, you okay? Did one of the guys get you?" Another older boy, playing with a lighter, slipped up. One of the newbies who'd been dubbed, thanks to the fact Omega gave names to his gang members and had just read an X men comic he'd found in the garbage, Pyro.
"I'm fine, Pyro . . . what do you want?"
"Just wondering, can you bend metal? Heard from Sneaker you were psychic." Spitfire rolled her eyes. Trust Sneaker to start blabbing to the newbies about why she was the second in comand.
"I can sense metal, and to a certain extent see things before they happen, so yes. But I can't control metal, otherwise I'd probably be called Metallica, or something." She glanced at him. "I'd stop playing with your lighter-"
"OW!" Pyro almost dropped it, he'd burned himself. "Did you predict that?"
"No, I just figured that out, My main function, other than controlling the gang when Omega is gone, is to figure out which battles will be won, or lost."
"Oh . . . so why 'Spitfire'?"
"Because that's the nickname an old man gave me, refering to the fact I didn't restrain my thoughts on people, and was rather emotional." She gave the same talk she gave to every new member, who knew of her power. "I amused him alot. Omega was there, and he started to call me that, stuck ever since."
"Ah, so what's your real name?" He never saw the hit coming. In a few seconds, he was down on the ground, Her foot on his throat.
"If you want to know, I'll whisper it as you die." She made eye contact with him. "The only one that knows is Omega, and it'll stay that way. Besides," She leaned close. "You're part of this gang, Your real name is no longer your true name, Pyro. You lose it when you join." She rmoved her foot. "Now go join the group, and don't bother me unless it's something important." He quickly moved away from her, scared. Then he forgot about it as soon as he grabbed a beer and started burning things in the trashcan fire they had going.
She stayed on the outskirts, watching the guys party. She was the only female of the gang, and therefore, one of the most ruthless. She watched everyone eventually stumble off to home, then she started walking away. But not to her house, that place wasn't home, anymore than the streets were. Her mother was either dead or locked up somewhere, she didn't understand what her father had tried to tell her when she was five, as for her father, he was either drunk and abusive, or sound asleep/away at whatever odd job he had now. She headed into the junkyard, having made friends with the dogs that guarded it. Bored, she wandered through it to her hideout, a car that was more rust than metal, couldn't even get picked up by the giant magnet thing, (she never asked what it was called) and passed it.
"What's that?" She heard a ringing in her head, like a persistent call for help. She took a step forward, and it increased. She followed it, and soon found a lead container, shaped similar to a locker or cabinent, with a small hole for air or something, which she opened. A Marble statue of a sobbing woman stared out at her, She stepped closer only to hear the door swing shut, making her panic a little.
FFFFfreeeeee . . . Warily, she took a thick metal pole, and started to smash it. Eventually, she uncovered a shiny, almost glowing, green shield w/ a M on it. She freed it, and then, with her headache suddenly increasing, sent . . . she wasn't sure how to describe it, was it her thoughts? or was it just wishing the pain away? in any case, she did something, and the shield turned into a minirobotic looking thing. "What the-" Big blue optics blinked at her.
-Hi . . .- She blinked realizing it was talking to her. -I'm . . . I'm . . .- The little robot was about a foot high, all of the metal was in a sort of rounded and streamline shape, and he was colored black, or so she guessed, it was kinda dark in the container.
"You don't remember?"
-No . . . Don't want too . . . too much pain, too much fighting.- The little thing trembled. -Please, keep me safe!- It clung to her. -I don't want to go back!- Spitfire blinked down at the little robot, feeling some empathy wash over her.
"Okay . . . but I can't keep you with me always, you're too obvious . . ."
-I can hide, tranform into gadget. Any small gadget!- It's grip tightened, it was starting to hurt.
" . . . Alright, come on, we'll find something you can change into." She picked it up, and then shoved open the door, leaving it to close behind her. This time, she headed to her house.
"Okay, this is my house, it's not much, and my dad is rarely here, but you can stay . . ." Spitfire got the little creature to her room. "This is my room." It was clean, and every furniture item and the walls were painted black, though on the walls some neon spray paint made swirls that resembled galaxies. She'd painted herself, while her dad was too drunk to care, and had gotten as many things black as she could, including sheets and cushions. She liked the effect.
-Dark.- The little guy, that's what she was pretty sure what it was, glanced around, blue optics blinking at the room. -But nice.-
"Glad you think so Midnight." Spitfire watched as his head, like a little owls, rotated completely around to look at her, Blue optics shiny and big. "That's the time I found you, and it's better than saying 'you' all the time." Spitfire blinked as the robot hugged her. She decided she wouldn't correct that behaviour just yet, and opted to bring up something the little bot had said. "Midnight, you say you don't want to fight . . . what do you mean?"
-Big war, Decepticons hurt Autobots, Autobots hurt Decepticons . . . use minicons to fight battles for them . . . then lose of memory files, and Midnight is here, away from fighting.-
"Midnight . . . I'm, I'm part of a gang that fights others, I won't have you fight my battles for me, but I thought you should know . . ."
-Warrior?-
"Er . . .to some extent, yes."
-Keep Midnight safe? Not make Midnight fight?- Spitfire dimly wondered if he liked the new name that much he wanted to talk in the third person. Grant it, it was cute.
"Yes, to both questions."
-Then Midnight not care, Midnight stay with Warrior.- He crossed his arms, decided.
"Midnight, my name's Spitfire."
-Midnight stays with Spitfire.- Her cell phone rang, she'd bought and paid the bills for it herself. Heck, she even had her own bank account and credit card . . . not that she'd tell her father or the gang, it was hard enough trying to explain she had a job that wasn't illegal. -What's that?-
"Cell phone." She answered it. "Spitfire here." She scowled. "No thank you Omega, I'm busy, I'll see you tomorrow, in school. Yes I'm still going, I cant get out of it, I already missed the amount I can for this month, any more, and I'll have to hang back a year, or have that idiot social worker here again. And I want to get out of the school, with a diploma." I sure as hell won't be like my mom or dad who dropped out of highschool. "I know, I'll be there, chill." She hung up. The cell phone was black, and was actually pretty thick.
-Midnight can become cell phone, stay with Spitfire.-
"How?"
-Watch.- Spitfire watched as Midnight took the phone, and plugged into it, downloading everything from it. (essentially, cloning it.) He then scanned the design, and transformed. (Okay, this is mainly because of how Soundwave can transfome into a tape deck, with is obviously way to small for a thirty or so foot robot to transform into in reallife. I apologize to the die hard fans who read this, but I Have a hard time swallowing that. (same thing with (I think) G1 Megatron becoming a gun) I'm sorry, but I am only a newbie into the Transformer universe . . . result being I'm still skeptic of some transformations, that said, Starscream and Bumblebee are two of my favorite characters- oh wait, The story!) Spitfire picked up the phone, and tested it out, before smiling, and putting her other phone away.
"Very cool, Midnight, very cool." She curled up in bed, the cell phone turning back into a miny robot, who was apparently what he called a minicon. Midnight curled next to her, staring at the paintings on the walls.
Well, this is my attempt at a transformers fic . . . Midnight is a minicon I made up, and the all Gang characters are from my head as well . . . Constructive Criticism will be appreciated, The story is set just after the episode where Starscream betrays the Autobots and goes back to the Decepticons, might be a slight AlexisStarscream pairing later (I kinda like that pairing), if people squint, and please, cut the newbie a little slack with names and who turns into what, I haven't gotten that down pat just yet. That said, please review!