Hi! Here is my new story, The Veracity of Nightmares!
Title: The Veracity of Nightmares.
Rating: M.
Summary: They were not like anything the world had seen. They were...different, and oh so unusual. They brought nothing but destruction and horror upon the quaint little world, and they would not be delayed in their mission: protect and serve, punish and enslave. They cared for nothing but themselves. So what made them leave the vast confines of their home? What brought them to Earth?
Universe: Unspecified. Tentative universes include G1, Prime, and Animated.
Warnings: This is a dark fic. Be prepared for gore, insanity, angst, and horror. Some other stuff later, as well.
Notes: This is a humanized Transformers fanfiction. There will be a possible tentative romance of some sort, but it will not be a main primary focus of mine.
The world was broken. Oh, so broken. There was nothing left, not even the slightest fragment of what had made up such a small and insignificant planet. Hope was long gone, and nothing but shriveled and worthless despair was felt by the survivors. Lies were ever present, staining the once sacred and peaceful land with the poisoned presence of the venomous corruption known as deception. One measly little question could not help but form in their minds: how could it have come to this?
He stood there; his face revealed nothing except grim realization. A hot, nearly unbearable wind gnawed at his tattered clothing, pulling the sweat-soaked and stained industrialized fabric from his body in a mere mockery of a relief before releasing it and slapping it against his aching body. The dying rays of the fading sun glinted off of the massive sword kept carefully in the bloodstained sheathe on his back, and the marble and wooden handle, one that was embossed with many ancient symbols of his kind, gleamed with dark satisfaction and power.
His breathing was ragged, hoarse and uneven as the short gasps rattled throughout his overheated body. He could feel the damp and nearly scorching warmth moving in its gradual, timed pace down his back, and he could taste the lingering presence of iron on his dry tongue and all around the cavern of his parched mouth. The faint and cautionary burn of the gashes on his hands, arms, and sides warned him of possible infection, but he cared little. With the world destroyed in such a way, why would he ever care or possess the measly and insignificant time to heal the wounds? His body was strong; he would survive, no matter the possibility of death for his comrades. Truth be told, he possessed little concern for the outcome of the others. His kind was powerful, and they did not give up easily, despite the obvious altercations to their bodies and their superiority to the small and weak race that inhabited this disgusting planet.
A deep and endless glare swept over the land, one that absorbed the dying light and only made those piercing eyes darker. The field had once been beautiful, in a sordid sort of way, before the satisfying massacre. There had been a high abundance of vegetation, more than the animate and mobile life, the organic creatures that had produced the most irritating sounds and went on with their day irritating all around them. A variety of sickeningly bright colors had been spread throughout the vast expanse of formerly luscious land, ranging from a pale and creamy white to the deepest and richest hues of crimson and azure. The wildlife that had occupied the territory had been varied in species and abilities. It was such a shame, really, that they were no more. He had come to favor a select few, the...carnivores, he believed they were called. How ruthless and callous they had been, tearing into the weak and thin flesh of their prey with no doubt that they would soon be taken in and broken down by the unrelenting acids that resided in their vast stomachs.
They were so similar to his kind. It almost made him laugh.
It was such a shame that he was not capable of such a thing. He wondered about the sensation daily, but constantly deemed it illogical and a waste of poorly given time. His comrades had done it, smile or laugh, that is, and if he tried it the action made all of those around him tremble and stare in fright.
For even though he could not smile or laugh, he could smirk. And his smirks made the mighty earth quake in terror and even the coldest of beings look away in poorly veiled agitation.
Oh, well. It was a futile attempt anyways. There was no point; the chance had long since drifted away, like the last and hoarse breaths of the man he had fought earlier...
...the one who had foolishly dared to try and harm him. Oh, how could they stand being so mindless and savage? He could easily recall the shocked stare he had given him when his sword had impaled his broad but poorly muscled chest. He could vividly recall his scream of agony as the poison had ripped through his shriveled and organic veins, the way the bone and tendons and muscle had snapped as he had smirked and twisted his gore-encrusted weapon deep through.
That man was at his feet now, his corpse already beginning the horrible decaying process this wretched species went through.
Disgusting.
A dark snarl would have erupted from his chest, had his throat not been on fire with the ashes he had inhaled in rather large quantities earlier during the battle. It was not the worst thing that could have happened to him. He had been through far worse, both by the hands of his kind and his enemies. He had the scars and fragmented mind to prove such a thing. But it was far more likely that his kind had less sanity than any other race that had visited this horrid planet.
The faintest breath escaped him, his breathing having died down to a meagre and insignificant process that would not assist him in any way at the moment; he could recall how his comrades had wondered if he had forgotten how to breathe. What fools they had been. He turned from the scene of morose horror and made his way through the ravaged field, his anaesthetized mind and body unresponsive to the way the bones crunched beneath his feet or the faint squelch of bodily fluids from the reckless and former inhabitants of the area that had attacked them. It was clear that the results were unappealing to their kind, but they did little to affect the viewpoints and beliefs of his kind. They had not seemed to grasp the fact that once they set their minds to do something, nothing, not even their delicious screams of agony or their infuriating and nauseating pleas, could stop them. They just could not accept that this had merely been an act of sheer and undivided boredom, a means to alleviate their souls of the shroud of mediocre tedium that had plagued them so desperately.
They found little feeling within them to care for the destruction of this pathetic little sector. He could recall the frenzied violence that had blazed in his companions' dark and burning gazes, the morbid satisfaction in others, and the dark silence that had veiled some. There were the ones that had benefited from such a relief and the ones whose minds were broken, either for the first time or even more than they already were, by such inane horrors. He had no idea where they were now; they most likely had returned to one of their many bases. There was no doubt that their High Commander was reprimanding them for their actions, even though he knew that the probability that he was just doing it for the sake of seeming strong and righteous was extremely high.
There was a faint flash in the corner of his peripheral vision, ever so faint, so similar to the charred sun roaring above him reflecting off of his armored limbs. A faint rumble sounded, originating from deep inside his chest. The irritation that had vanished those few moments ago reappeared, and he let out a deep and ragged sigh. Why did these idiotic creatures never learn?
Heavy weight settled on his cloaked shoulder, and in a second he had whipped around with fanged teeth bared and dark eyes blazing, powerful hands rising to pin his irritator against a massive and jagged rock that was quickly relieved of the load it held...a load that happened to be a pile of corpses covered in half-rotted flesh. The bloodstained sword was unsheathed and pressed dangerously close against his aggravator's throat, enough to draw the slightest bit of blood from beneath the war-hardened flesh.
Two pale and blazing eyes glared back at him, their nearly crystalline depths filled to the brim with emotions that flashed through them so fast one would deem it nearly impossible to decipher each and every one. The full lips of the prey were pulled back, baring gleaming white teeth and a forked tongue that flicked out as its owner hissed at him.
He gave his own rumbling snarl, pressing even closer as his enormous weapon began to carve its way into the throat of the other male, the venom starting its treacherous path through the restrained body. The attacker growled, and then razor-like fangs tore into the swordsman's fabric-covered arms, rerouting the poison back to its owner. The larger man narrowed his dark and bottomless eyes, glaring down at the other as the welcome fire tore through his limbs. A shudder ran through the other as delight tore its way through both of them.
There was barely any time to register the fact that both of them were moving in a whirlpool of entangled limbs and fangs and claws. The sounds of shredding flesh and howls and snarls of pain echoed throughout the decimated battlefield.
Breaths that were not needed heaved throughout the now scalding hot bodies. Dark eyes met pale, and tongues traced over sanguinary teeth. The smaller man nodded, pale eyes flashing, to his mate.
It is time.
We are needed.
The end is nigh.
They rose.
Armored feet made no sound, nor did their labored breathing, which was all but a faint whisper in the broken and stained winds roaring around them.
The world did not dare look them in the eye.
Yes, this is not the longest. Though this is sort of a teaser. Hmm...my best work? No.
This had actually been part of my Creative Writing exam in school. Never though it would turn out to be this...
Hope you enjoyed! Please take the time to feed me your thoughts on this...
