Lucifer's Cry
By SMYGO4EVA
Fury burned in the Seeker's optics, locked determinedly onto the huntress.
But she wasn't the huntress. Not anymore. Flamewar's warm smile was replaced with a cruel sneer; her normally soft optics a vibrant, reptilian gold.
A name, not so much a whisper as a hiss.
Flamewar….
Quickly, Dreadwing lunged forward, one hand blazing with power as he pinned the femme against the wall. She struggled, she laughed and spit in his faceplate, her words a choked jumble of ancient Cybertronian and the Earth language English as she told him how she would end him, how she'd end them all.
He gripped her by the helm, yanking her head back to expose her neck cables to his clawed and blazing servos.
Just before he struck though, the hard yellow faded, turning to wide and fear-filled brown, before there was a sickening and hissing squelch; and then they went glassy.
Dreadwing couldn't help but feel a tinge of remorse as her struggles ceased, and he soon released her, her body sliding down the wall to crumple into a heap, the dark wound on her audial sensors still oozing a bit.
He'd stopped her. He'd won.
He then turned and kneeled down, and fingertips gently brushed the cheek of Flamewar's quiet form, the edge of a Seeker's wing peeking from under the small servos still clutching it.
But he'd still been too late.
This obsession had gone too far…