Come closer.
You don't realize the danger you are in by being anywhere near me. Betrayal is my nature. Like I would tell you that. From both sides, I live to serve only myself, to suit my needs. This war has given me a purpose. To gain trust, and rip it apart at the seams. Oh, the joy it gives me, to see those who have trusted me fall before me, expressions twisted in pain and denial.
Before the war, I wasn't this...bad. But when Megatron recruited me, I began to change, I became the betrayer, the killer. I realized just how much I enjoyed the feeling, and I allowed it to swell through me, changing my Spark to the darkness that I am now.
I stand before you know, watching you as I turn on you, betraying you just as easily as others in my past, once again relishing in your twisted expression. Show me your fear, your hate, your sadness, your pain. I will add it to my countless memories of other similar instances. I have you pinned against a wall now, my blades to your chest. Leaning forward, I whisper to you.
"Too easy..."
With those two words, I watch as your face twists in horror as you realize you are seconds away from being offlined for good. Loud, piercing laughter echos from me as I activate my blades, spinning, cutting, slicing, stripping away at your armor. Energon flies from you as cables are cut, wires sliced...You are fighting to get away, but my other hand is around your throat, holding you tightly against the wall, not letting you move.
Ahh, the pleasure it gives me, watching you die so painfully. As I press harder, gaining access to your Spark casing, I hear your screams, your cries of pain, fear and hate. Primus, the sound is music to my audio receptors. Let you scream more as I rip into you, taking your life slowly. Your Spark casing is exposed, scratched and nearly ripped open. I'll pause for a moment, I think, and let you wade around in your own pain for a bit longer. Your depleted cries for help reach no one. You are at my mercy...and I have none for you.
I enjoy the wait, watching you squirm in pain, watching as you weakly grab my arm and try to fight me off. There is no use. You are all but dead now. More laughter reverberates off the walls of the alleyway I have you in, and my hand presses harder against your throat. Reaching to your Spark casing, I revel in each wire that I rip out of you slowly, growling in pleasure as you cry out each time. Finally there is but a couple left... you are barely online now. One...two...three...your last cry of life runs through me like a shock of electricity as I finally grasp your spark casing and rip it from you, tossing it aside like a piece of scrap metal. Clutching the last wires I have ripped out of you, I step back and watch you slide down the wall, hitting the ground with an unnatural thud. The sound, the look of you as you fall...it gives me great pleasure. I have gotten all I need out of you. Your purpose ran out, and it was time to end your pathetic life. Thank you for allowing me the pleasure of removing the spark from your chest. I toss the last of your wires at you as I turn to walk away, my black and white armor splattered with your energon. As I walk past, I crush the casing that held your Spark, not caring in the least as your dying spark crackles and fizzles out under the crushed metal.
Some may see it as 'All in a day's work', it is so much more to me. It fills a dark side of me that craves for the betrayal, the pain I inflict, the pleasure it gives me. A shiver runs through me as I step out into the moonlight, leaving your lifeless body behind. Time to find another victim, someone to gain the trust of, and someone to kill.
Let my name run fear through the Sparks of others, trust me not, for you will die at my hand. I have no Regrets.
Only fun.
Barricade.