So, this is a test chapter, just to gather some input, see if you guys want to read more or not! And please don't go saying 'update your other stories', because I know! But I hit horrible, awful brainblock for most of them x.x I know, it's tragic. So, tell me if you want to read more of this or not!
Oh! And I forgot to mention! If anyone wants to write something for the Primal Max universe or anything like that, go right on ahead! Just credit and tell me so I can read and stuff XD Now, onward!
Jack growled quietly, leaning against the wall as he held his head in his hands.
Instinct and fur! Fight for clan!
"No..! Humanity, skin, no violence."
Fang and claw!
"Flat teeth..Blunt nails...!"
The teen fell to his knees, eyes squeezed shut as his fingers dug into the blanket on his bed.
It finally stopped, and his tense form relaed as he went limp, leaning on the bed as he dragged harsh breaths into his lungs.
It had been a year or so since Jack had met the Maximals. He'd become close to his clan, but he was closest with his guardian and mentor, Vukova Prime.
But in the past two weeks, strange things were happening to Jack.
His dreams were of the forest. The scents and sounds, the pure rush of hunting prey. He now heard voices that weren't of the wild, that whispered to him of nothing human but rather feral, primal...
Dangerous.
Jack slowly stood, legs a bit shakey for a moment before he managed to regain stabability.
He turned, going into his bathroom and up to the sink. He turned it on, cupping his hands and allowing the water to build within them. He then splashed the water on his face, effectively have the sweat washed away from his brow.
Turning off the water, the raven male placed his hnds on the edge of the counter, leaning on it heavily.
He kept his head down as he forced his breathing to remain even and calm.
What was happening? Should he tell Vukova?
Jack shook his head. No, he was strong, could deal with his own problems. There was no need to burden Vukova.
The onyx haired teen waited a moment longer, collecting himself before leaving the bathroom.
He went to his dresser, changing his clothing quickly before looking in the mirror that hung above it.
His reflection stared back at him with one dead, dull eye.
He'd long gotten use to seeing his sightless eye, but the ugly scar always seemed to stir something within him. Something angry and powerful. Something that Jack knew couldn't be good.
The teens eyes snapped to the window when there was a soft, metalic bark from outside.
Vukova, Jack realized as he grabbed his father's knife.
Hooking the weapon to his belt, he went outside.
"Morning, Vukova."
"Goodmorning, Jack. Did you rest well?" The Prime asked as the teen easily climbed onto his back.
"Well enough." Jack replied, eyes scanning the area.
The robotic wolf started off, pace slower than usual.
Human eyes flashed as Jack looked down to his guardian.
"Vukova, is something wrong?"
The Prime didn't answer right away.
"...Something is off. The balance of this world...Something is slightly disrupting it."
Jack's brow furrowed.
"I don't feel anything wrong."
Vukova glanced at him momentarily.
"No, I wouldn't expect you to. While your abilities are on the verge of nearly impossible, the disruptance is slight. Like a, as humans say I believe, 'needle in a haystack'."
A humored smile played at the teen's lips for a moment before he forced it down.
"Human expressions don't sound so right coming from you, but I'll take your word for it."
Maximal base, later
Jack, Miko, Raf and the Maximals were all preparing for a recon mission.
In the year they had been with the Maximals, Miko had learned to use a set of twin blasters. She in fact was very good with them. And Raf had come to be good with an EMP generator, a strange weapon considering it was usually used for medical reasons among Cybertronians, but it was effective all the same.
Jack had worked with them on their hand to hand as well, and both could do so well enough. It wasn't that which worried Jack.
It was something else, something that felt...ominous.
The onyx youth looked to the Groundbridge, and the hairs on the back of his neck stood on end.
"Vukova. This isn't a good idea." Jack said suddenly, looking up at the Prime. "Don't say you can't sense it."
The Prime, in his humanoid form, gazed down at him.
"I can sense it as well, Jack. But we must know if there is truely something to worry about, or if it is merely the cause of the Predicons."
Jack nodded, albeit tensely. Vukova looked to Stragle Tooth.
"Fire up the groundbridge."
The medic nodded, setting the coordinates and pulling the lever.
Vukova shifted into his Primal mode, the other maximals following his example.
"Maximals, let us hunt!"
They took off, the humans following.
The moment they stepped in, Jack felt panic grip his heart.
He immediately looked to Miko and Raf.
"Hold onto eachother! Now!"
They looked confused, but grabbed eachothers forearms as Vukova gave the Maximal's the same order.
Green turned to blood red, and his two human friends quickly tried to grab him, but it was too late.
There was an explosion.
Unknown place, later
Miko and Raf groaned as they awoke, sitting up slowly.
"Ugh...What...What happened?" Miko asked looking around in confusion.
She crawled over to Raf, ensuring the fifteen year old was unharmed.
The younger human looked around.
"I...I don't know...Wait. Where are the others?!"
Miko looked about, realizing that they were alone, none of the others in sight.
"The 'bridge must've scattered us." Raf finally concluded, carefully standing with Miko.
"We should probably find a safe place. Jack'll sniff us out, he was always a good bloodhound." Miko stated, grinning lopsidedly.
Raf laughed lightly.
"Yeah, let's go."
The two small humans started off into the dense forest.
Elsewhere
Jack's fingers twitched as he finally came to. He blinked, once, twice.
He quickly sat up, looking around. Vukova, Miko, Raf, his clan! Where were they?!
Lifting his nose to the air, he sniffed, searching for their scents. The teen couldn't smell any of them.
Jack growled lowly, frustrated and worried. He let out a long, ominous howl, then waited for any reply. There was none.
The onys haired teen growled, where was his clan? Were they safe?
Suddenly the voices of the wild became a roar in his mind, making him cry out, doubling over, grabbing his head.
"No..." He muttered. "Not now."
The voices were, for one, merciful. They faded again into the whispers he'd long adjusted to.
Assuring his knife was at his side, he ran, taking off into the trees.