Vaporous
by SMYGO4EVA
"Let me tell you, they didn't say anything about a con that resembled you. I can't say that I've seen someone like you before. I never forget a killer's faceplates."
Cliffjumper didn't know what to make with the Decepticon, who called herself Airachnid. She had found him in the deserted outskirts, far from Cybertron, and he wasn't one to let a chance to fight a con like her pass him by. Though she was a femme, she was still a Decepticon, the enemy, and she had to pay for what she did to Tailgate, to Arcee.
"Don't worry, Cliffjumper. You'll get plenty more chances. And I'm sure that I'll see the one called Arcee again, very soon. Of course, who knows how long that will last." Airachnid replied, a smug, baleful smirk painted upon her features.
He clenched his servos at the mention of Arcee, and he swore that he would avenge Tailgate should the need arise. The ephemeral light from the sky framed her faceplate. Her violaceous optics intensely bore into his. It was unlike what he had seen before, but the familiar, burrowing fear was present in his spark.
Blue optics widened, and her servo clung to his own.
No. His fear had become vaporous; the fear was fleeting and just like that, it had become non-existent. No, no, Cliffjumper wasn't going to forget what happened, how he found Arcee, what she had been through, and what she had lost. He would never forget that he was going to bring what was coming to Airachnid. He wasn't going to forget what had been overdue for the spider-like Con; it was far too long for that.
"You're going to regret that."
