Okay, I know this was not on any of my stats or ideas, but I couldn't resist! When I saw the episode "Legacy," and even before that one, I thought Smokescreen should find a human partner of his own. Takes place kind of during the "Human Factor" and goes kind of AU after that. Okay, in this story, you can expect...
Mentions of slash between Cybertronians.
At least one OC.
Cursing.
General teenage themes.
A Gothic girl who is violent, can be a total bitch, and something like mutant abilities, but isn't mutant abilities.
Possible OOC-ness, but I will try to keep that to a minimum.
Is that all? I think so. If you don't like any of the things mentioned above, kindly click the back button. Consider yourself warned.
Disclaimer-I don't own Transformers Prime
Danger is My Middle Name
Chapter 1
"Please, Lord Megatron, I can be of service! I have one more trick! Please, I beg of you," Silas begged as Knockout was dragging him away. Knockout scoffed, and would have kept walking, but Megatron stopped him, intrigued.
"Very well, Silas. You have two kliks. Start talking."
Silas shook Knockout off him and stood up, walking swiftly to the computer and pulling up a file on a human girl. The profile showed a full-body picture of a Gothic girl with her nose pierced and a scowl seemingly etched eternally upon her face.
"A human child?" Megatron asked, sounding unimpressed.
"I assure you, Lord Megatron, this human girl is no mere child. She has a power beyond any man's wildest dreams. Yes, she's sixteen years old, which is rather young, but the power is there, nevertheless. She calls herself, the Puppetmaster."
"Lae! Where do you think you're going? I told you that you were grounded!" a woman screamed at the top of her lungs as her daughter trooped past her. Said girl dutifully ignored her mother.
"Lae!" At the woman's shout, the girl paused in the kitchen doorway, glanced back at her mother, and snapped, "Go to Hell!" Before continuing on her way. The mother became flustered as she followed the Gothic girl. Lae didn't stop; she stormed out the front door, slamming it behind her on her way out. The mother sighed to herself. Where had she gone wrong with that one? Lae used to be such a sweet girl. Now she stomped around in heavy Goth boots, and wore black and red clothes that had chains on them. In fact, the other day, the girl had gone out and gotten her nose pierced! The mother shook her head and went back into the kitchen, knowing Lae would be back eventually.
Lae was walking around the town they had just moved to. All her siblings were making friends in this dead-end town of Jasper, Nevada, but Lae just couldn't be bothered. Why should she? Friends were a waste of time. They say they would always be there for you, and then they stab you in the back and tell the world your secrets.
So, really, friends? Thanks, but no. She could live without.
As she continued walking around the town, the small amount of respect she had for it slowly diminished until it was non-existent. There was nothing here! Nothing for her to do, no place for her to eat decent food, and why the hell was it so hot outside? They had only been here a week and she already hated it. How was this an improvement? One dead-end to another? Yeah, sure, that's an improvement, you stupid parents. Now, she was seriously beginning to consider stirring up some trouble, if only to give herself something to do.
After all, she could do anything. The world was hers to command, and there was nothing anyone could do about it, not even the government. Although, said government was trying to fool themselves into believing they could control her. They could move her anywhere in the world; she would never bow to them.
So, her mind made up, she smirked and ducked down an alley when she saw some kids coming. One was a tall red-headed boy, who was seemingly mercilessly teasing the shorter boy with glasses. Still smirking to herself, Lae held out her hand towards the taller boy, reaching for her power buried inside.
Pulse. The boy froze, his eyes going wide in panic as he realized he hadn't willingly stopped.
Lae's smirk widened into an almost evil grin. He was under her control. She could see the clear, puppet-like strings of power stretching from her hand to him. And the best part? He would never know what had happened, and neither would anyone else.
Reeeee. The power hummed in her head as she made the boy lift one hand, and then proceeded to make him give himself a black eye. She repeated this a few times, until the boy fell to the ground in a heap, having been knocked out cold.
Now she turned her attention to the younger boy. The whole time the older one had been beating himself up, the younger one had stood there in wide-eyed alarm. He slowly backed away from the body crumpled on the ground, and Lae quickly snapped her hand in his direction; there was no way he would get away from her!
Pulse.
The power rushed to obey, the strings of power attaching to the young boy. He didn't look much older than eleven years old. Poor thing would be traumatized if she turned him into her puppet. Lae didn't pity him at all.
The boy now stood in a half-running position, and Lae manipulated him to walk back towards her. Stiffly, like a robot, he walked over to her. He was resisting, Lae could actually feel his mind struggling to regain control, but she was much stronger. She always had been, and she always would be. It was a fact of life. Freaks would always be on top.
The boy stepped closer, and Lae pushed away from the wall she had been leaning against to coo, "Hello there, little one. Don't you know how dangerous it is to be out all by yourself?" Here, she could not resist a sadistic chuckle. The poor kid looked terrified by her mere presence. Good. Scaring people was fun! Hurting them even more so. After all, they couldn't fight back.
Because of these beliefs-Freak superiority, racism, scaring people being fun, hurting them even more so, etc.-people often called her evil, heartless, sadistic, and that one time another freak with similar beliefs had called her diabolical. She was none of the above, although that diabolical one sounded pretty good, and yes, maybe she was a little sadistic, but she wasn't heartless. She still had a heart in there somewhere, even if she had put up so many walls that no one could ever touch it again, it was there, and something in this little boy's eyes almost made her walls come crashing down, and her smile faltered.
The key word, however, was almost.
Then the sadistic smile was back full force, and the powers binding the boy tightened. "You know little one, I have ultimate control. I could make you kill your friend there-" "He's not my friend," the boy said, but Lae continued on as though he hadn't spoken, "It would be the perfect crime. Your fingerprints would be on the dead body, and I wouldn't get caught for my own crime! Oh, so tempting..."
"Lae! Quit it!" someone shouted. Lae glanced to the entrance of the alley to see a familiar figure, and she scowled. Really, must he always ruin her fun?
"Oh fine, brother dearest," Lae sneered, dropping the threatening stance and scary voice as she glared at the tall boy approaching her. It did not escape his notice that Lae still held the little boy's mind captive.
"Let him go, Lae. What would Father or Mother say?" the boy asked with a pointed look in his sister's direction. Lae bristled at the mention of her father.
"I have never given a damn what that woman ever thought, and as for Father, don't pretend you care, Reginald! You hated Father! You have always been Mommy's Golden Boy, Mommy's little Angel, and I've always been the family's dark little secret, the skeleton in the closet, the Dark little Devil! Father cared, though, because Freaks have to stick together! I bet we wouldn't even be having this conversation if you had the gene, too!" Lae exploded, glaring at her brother as the anger burning inside her overcame her, controlling her mind and twisting it beyond all rational thoughts.
Reginald met his sister's outburst with a cool stare and an expression on his face suggesting this wasn't the first time they'd had this conversation, and then he said, "Go home, Lae." He was indifferent, as though every last accusation Lae had just thrown at him was true.
Again, Lae was enraged, "I will not! You are not the boss of me! I can control you; I can control the world! Power to the Freaks!" She flicked her wrist, and the young boy fell to the ground as he was suddenly released, and Lae ran off while her brother simply sighed, shaking his head as he watched her leave.
Reginald turned to the young boy, saying, "I'm sorry about my sister. She's a bit sadistic, heartless, evil, diabolical, crazy, or all of the above. When she was born back in Germany, and the government realized she was a Freak three years later, we were kicked out of the country. When we reached America, the government here took her away for several years. When we finally got her back when she was seven, she had changed. Instead of being the sweet and kind girl she was four years before, she was bitter, hateful, sadistic, twisted, and I go so far as to say evil. When our Father died a few months ago because of some Freak-haters, she kind of went off the deep-end. If she ever gives anyone in this town trouble, tell them to ask for Reginald Mallow. I'm the only one she listens to."
The small boy stood and dusted himself off, saying, "No, I understand, really. That sound horrible. There is no need to apologize. I'm Raf, by the way. Thanks for saving me."
The taller boy shook his head with a slight laugh, "Man kid, you forgive too easily. Whatever, Raf. If Lae gives you any trouble, ask for Reginald." With that said, "Reginald" walked away to find the loose cannon that he was (not) proud to call his little sister.
Yeah, okay, so maybe I like being mean to OCs! Maybe I like to try writing for miserable people every once in a while. Even if you don't like that style, please leave a review/constructive comment, please!
