Hi! Here is my new story, Insanity!
Title: Insanity
Rating: M.
Summary: Everyone knows about the typical insane criminal Jazz and stoic Enforcer Prowl. But what if the cards were flipped? What if our beloved emotionless Praxian was the insane one? With nothing in his way, he continues to wreak havoc with an anarchist mind on Cybertron. But what if there was someone who could suppress this madmech? What if one mech could stop his acts before he became known as the biggest serial killer the metal planet has ever seen? Will the madmech be stopped, or will the world as they know it finally come to a gruesome end?
Warnings: Slight gore in first chapter and others to come.
Author Notes: There really is nothing else to say, so...enjoy!
Alarms blared, nearly overriding his enhanced audio receptors with useless and distracting noise.
He was racing down the hall, sensors alert and watching for anything that would show that he was being followed.
"You there! Halt!"
Glancing over his shoulder panel, he noticed the two massive and heavily-armed mechs thundering their way towards him.
With a vent of slight irritation, he subspaced the merchandise and extended his dual Energon blades. The first mech charged at him, swinging as if he were attempting to use his servo as a battering ram. The intruder ducked easily, using his smaller size to the advantage, and slid between the guard's legs, ending up behind him. The guard, being the idiot that he was, made the mistake of turning once more to face him. Rearing back, the small intruder executed a roundhouse kick that sent the guard flying across the room and slamming into the wall with a harsh thud as his armor cracked. Having dealt with him, the streamlined intruder turned to the other.
This guard was smaller but still towered over him. He seemed to use his processor to actually form an attack as he moved in a flurry of blurred movements, giving the impression of striking and falling back, using stronger and more vicious attacks each time.
He chuckled. Looks like he's received some proper training. Ducking and vanishing from view suddenly, the guard was slightly shocked as the smaller mech ended up on his back, latching his arms around his neck. The guard was a winged mech, a Kaonian hybrid by the looks, and his wings were a liability. Twisting in an impossible movement, showing off his extreme flexibility, the small mech raked razor claws through the large and flared appendages, inwardly cringing at the pained and rumbling cry that came from the other. Pulling a syringe from a compartment on his servo, he plunged the needle deep into the struggling and dazed mech's neck, leaping off as he collapsed.
Optics darting, the mech heard the telltale signs of more guards coming. Eyeing the ventilation compartments above him, he climbed up the wall and crawled through the vents, inwardly smirking as he made off with the package.
A lone mech, tall with gray-blue armor and golden optics, bounded around the corner, his vents heavy and labored. Taking in the scene of disaster, his vocalizer let out an involuntary whine as he ran his servos over his faceplate in distress.
Master's going to kill me.
They were all lined up, shoulder panel to shoulder panel, faceplates revealing no emotion whatsoever.
Their optics followed the movements of the lone mech standing before them. Dreading the worse, they all knew that they had something to fear.
Master was not a pleasant mech when he was angry.
Finally ceasing his pacing, the enormous mech remained silent and motionless.
The room was deathly silent, still, and cold. The taste and presence of fear and worry was palpable in the chilled, toxic air.
A rumbling baritone reverberated throughout the room. Wings flared wide, and a powerful and threatening engine growled.
"Explain."
The largest mech, a towering leviathan of a Cybertronian, spoke up. "There was an intruder, sir, and -" He cut off suddenly as he was pinned to the wall, large and sharp claws digging into his neck cabling.
The monster snarled, optics narrowing as he took in the other's guarded fear. "I know what happened. What I want to know is why and how it happened."
"We were caught off guard. There was no way of knowing that the intruder would enter and take what he did." The massive guard was nervous, extremely nervous, and he kept his optics carefully lowered to the taller mech's chest armor, a method all of his employees used to not incur the wrath of the madmech.
Said madmech was silent for a moment, his amber optics glazing over. The tense silence increased, and then the guard gasped as the grip around his neck tightened.
"Did you manage to catch a glimpse of the intruder?" The guard did not respond, fearing what was to come inevitably. He cringed as the casing of his neck began to collapse in on itself, the Energon lines beneath the armor beginning to tear. "Did you?"
"Y-Yes, Master." He nodded as much as he could with the iron grip restraining him.
The larger mech purred deeply, optics flashing as he spoke in an eerily calm voice. "Good. Very good." Suddenly there was a sharp pain in the back of the restrained mech's helm, and his optics widened in brief shock as he gaped at his commander.
"Hush now, my dear mech. This will only take a moment." Initiating the excruciating mental scan, a sadistic smirk curled the corner of his mouthplates as he tore through the other mech's mind, searching for the data he desired.
The monster pulled away, turning calmly to the rest of the mechs still lined up and motionless. He could sense and all but taste their fear, most likely a result of the screaming and trembling mech collapsed on the floor behind him. With a scowl, he motioned to the guards at the door. "Take him away." They rushed to do their job, inwardly grateful that they would not have to witness the horror that was soon to come.
The madmech began to walk down the line of mechs standing at attention, servos crossed and mouthplates pursed.
He moved suddenly, and then half of the guards were down, trembling in unbearable pain as their minds were exposed to their deepest and darkest fears. The monster laughed darkly, his electromagnetic field flaring as it filled with sadistic pleasure and desire and dark fury.
He paced again, this time stopping in front of a gray-blue mech. A snarl curled his mouthplates.
"You."
The remaining guards could not help but vent in relief, feeling absolutely no regret as their former colleague was dragged out of the room by his wings.
It was cold, dark, and damp.
The sound of labored ventilations filled the air. Hot air cycled out of the restrained frame hanging from the ceiling.
A dark chuckle reverberated throughout the room. A shudder ran through the condensation-soaked prey.
The silhouette of the monster appeared in the corner of his broken peripheral vision. The faint tang of fresh and rotted Energon flooded his olfactory sensors, and he futilely bit back a choked groan as his tanks churned in an uncomfortable impersonation of a maelstrom.
The beast was moving closer. His pedesteps were silent, and he gave the impression of being everywhere at once despite the fact that he was in front of his prey.
A grin spread across his mouthplates, revealing jagged dentia that seemed able to tear through even the strongest of metal. Wings fanned the air in a sporadic rhythm and razor sharp claws flexed.
Oh, yes. This was going to be so much fun...
... ... ... ... ...
"Please, stop. I'll do anything!"
A purr escaped the towering winged mech. Licking his mouthplates as he trailed his claws down the side of that delicious prey, he shook his helm. "No, no, my dear mech. There is nothing you can offer me that will please me as much as this. Now explain."
The bound mech shuddered as excruciating cold carved its way throughout his chassis. "Please, I had nothing to do with that! They left me behind! I swear upon the Allspark, they knocked me out and took the merchandise before I knew what happened!" His ventilations were labored and very heavy as he ineffectively attempted to draw cool air into his rapidly overheating frame.
The monster paused in its inspection of the large and jagged blade he currently held, gingerly, in his servos. "Oh, I know you were not alone." In a flash, he was once again looming over the cowering mech, optics blazing furiously and a vicious scowl on his faceplate. "What I want to know is why you let them."
The trembling mech gasped out a sob, optics widening as the other traced the enormous blade down the side of his vulnerable neck cabling. "W-What do you mean?"
An agonized cry rang out as the blade plunged deep into the side of the mech's torso. The attacker growled viciously as he twisted the weapon deep into the inner workings of the other, savoring the desperate and futile pleas -please, I'll do anything! Just make it stop! -and the wonderful sound of shredding circuitry and organs.
There was another infuriating sob as harsh tremors racked the frame of the restrained mech. Why must they always cry? It would not save them. They did not seem to understand that he had no spark, no feelings...except for the rage, the insanity, the hate. Ah, well. If this mech did not seem or want to understand, then he would have to force him to.
"I will ask you once more: why were you in the vault before and after my merchandise was stolen?" The voice was a dangerous growl, a deep and threatening rumble that reverberated throughout both of the mechs and in the room.
The mech did not respond; he seemed to be unfocused in the processor from severe Energon loss. With an unnervingly calm vent, the torturer -no, not torturer, that was such a plain term- gathered the spilled Energon in his hands and forced the mech's mouthplates open.
The mech could not help but gag as he was forcefully hand-fed his own lifeblood. Life was nothing but a weak and petty promise now; once he gave him the information it was all too obvious that he would not live afterwards. So why go on? What was the point if this...this madmech... was clearly going to terminate him either way?
He cried out as claws dug into his shoulder plating, digging well past the thick armor and slashing into softer and weaker protoform, dragging him forward to come faceplate-to-faceplate with the feared madmech.
Blazing amber optics, filled to the brim with dark passion and insanity and hunger, bore into the dim and unfocused ones of the quarry's. He could not move as the other moved even closer, and he froze in frenzied fright as razor claws trailed over the exposed neck cabling. With just a push, the talons could tear through his neck...slice through the cabling with a startling ease as the rumbling laughter of the killer echoed in his processor, the last thing he would ever hear...
"No, no, no! I'll talk! I'll talk!"
There was a moment of uncomfortable and terrifying silence.
Then a dark and sadistic laugh.
"Very well." The pressure on his chassis lessened, and the blades and claws retracted into protective compartments. Relief could not help but overwhelm the interrogated's mind, his processor and spark all but leaping for joy.
Something sharp embedded itself into the back of his helm, and he flinched in surprised pain and shock. Claws tightened around his chin and shoulder panels, stopping all variations of movement.
"Nothing but a processor scan, my dear mech." He was unperturbed by the disgusted groan that came from the prey, rewarding his insubordination with a flare of heat from his internal fans. Not the comforting heat one found in the arms of a lover or in a thermal blanket...no, nowhere near that type. This was the heat, the searing pain, associated with an explosion of injuries. The heat he enjoyed the most.
Ignoring the pained whimpers, he tore his way through the dimly lit mind with the speed and efficiency of one used to such a process. It was clear, however, that this mech was not used to the process, though his attacker could care less, by the way he thrashed and writhed and moaned. Hmm. Such a futile attempt to dislodge his enraged grasp. No, no, no...not this time, dear prey. This time... he would come out in the end.
Ah, yes. There it was...right there.
With a satisfied and grim chuckle, he tore the connection away, leaving the dazed mech groaning and trembling violently. Such inevitable weakness...how did one go through a regular orn with such stupidity? He never knew and never wanted to.
The beast chuckled darkly. The darkness cloaking his spark twisted and writhed in pleasured agony and delight...no amount of light could pierce that brewing storm that was merely at bay, waiting for the right moment to strike and tear into the insignificant pest who dare steal from him.
A choked gasp of shock erupted from his mouth before he realized what was happening. Looking down, he realized the blade, the same exact one that had been sheathed mere moments ago, was sticking straight out through his chest. With a strangled and gurgling gasp, Energon poured from his mouth and dribbled onto his rotting and graying armor.
The beast watched as the mech collapsed in on himself, optics flickering and dying forever more.
With a growl, the mech turned and headed out of the room, shaking the Energon from his claws and wings.
"Sir?" The massive guard rumbled in a neutral tone, not extremely respectful but enough so that it did not subject him to the wrath his superior was capable of.
The Praxian flared his wings wide, rumbling in content as he motioned with a servo in a lackadaisical manner. "Leave the body. They will be here soon, and they need to see my message." A sadistic smirk curled venomous mouthplates.
They turned and left the scene of horror behind them.
"Sir!"
The massive green mech turned in his seat, yellow optics holding grim realization.
The messenger stopped short. "Do you know?"
Yellow optics flickered once as the large mech stood, his size almost intimidating the smaller. "Yes. Gather a transport and meet me there."
Mere breems later, the ominous warehouse was quarantined by Enforcer tape and mechs and femmes awaiting orders.
"Sir!" A black and blue mech ran up to him, vents heaving and white optics narrow.
The Chief rumbled, crossing his servos behind his backstrut. "Explain."
"The body is only a few joors old, with rather gruesome wounds inflicted by a large serrated knife and what appears to be poisoned talons. But sir..." The Enforcer looked up with optics filled with disgust and rather morbid interest. "There is something else. A message."
The Chief's optics widened. "He actually left a message?" Moving forward in long great strides, the enormous mech pushed his way into the warehouse.
The body of the victim, a mech of approximately thirty thousand vorns, lay there on the ground, half propped against an Energon-soaked metal chair, an item that was so out of place in a sight of such morbid horror. The mech himself was in a gruesome state. Shredded armor covered his lean frame, Energon still trickling from the wounds. Deep lacerations peppered his body, armor around the edges of the gashes inflamed and holding the telltale sign of dying nanites still trying to perform their now useless job. The most horrifying thing, however, was not the infected wounds or the oozing metal. It was his faceplate. One optic hung from its socket, the ligament connecting it to its host hanging on by a thread. Deep gashes covered the sides of the mech's faceplate, torn armor hanging in thin strips. His mouth was open in a silent scream of pure and unadulterated terror...most likely the result of the massive blade sticking straight out of his chassis.
"Sir...look." The blue mech pointed with a shaky hand, clearly fighting back his body's instinct to violently purge his tanks.
There, on the floor near the mutilated chassis, was a message written in congealing and drying Energon.
I am here...let the game begin, Iacon.
Signed, Yours Truly.
The Chief pressed his mouthplates together, narrowing his optics. He turned to the waiting mech, armor flared.
"Contact Jazz. Tell him we have a...bit of a problem."
Not the longest, I know. Let me know what you think!