A Predator's Playground
A/N: This is the sequel to, The Crazed Plushie. So make sure to read that one first! I want to thank G'reth the Air Dragon for all the help that she has offered me. Thanks Pal! I don't own Rampage/X none of the Beast Wars character's that may be mentioned, anyone you don't recognize I own.

Blurb: X has his doll, and now he wants to play. With you!

Chapter 1:
The image was embedded into her mind; she had just witnessed the inside of the sinister Predacon. There it was; his spark, it was all there! "No! No, no." Frantic, the girl clutched her body, feeling all over, making sure she was still in one piece, more importantly; that she was alive! The girl shifted her fingers around in the direction of her face. Doing all this with her eyes sealed shut; she was trying to open them, but no response. Fear that she was got to rip her eyelids in half, what if the sick psycho glued them shut? Her nails weren't abnormally long, but if she dug them far enough into her skin, she would know if these events were really happening. She was wishing more than anything this was just a lucid nightmare. Lashing her right hand towards her face-

Thunderous cackles emerged in an echoing like way, sounding like the monster of the chuckling was right near to her ears. Overlapping her constant shrieking, "What's wrong? Don't want me to play with you?"

"Oh GOD!" Hearing the voice had stopped the female from attempting to find out what was true and what was all make believe. She knew that in dreams, you couldn't feel pain, well you weren't supposed to...

Planted on her stomach, the girl started tossing and turning; gesturing her hands hysterically from side to side. Unable to budge all the way to one of her sides, her eyelids tore open. She was immovable! "What-?" She half mumbled as she turned to see what was holding her back. It wasn't what; it was who-

"Ah, dear, you have revived. You're not going anywhere. Not anytime soon." Wait a second, this was sounding way to familiar. She heard him say this before.

Obviously confused couldn't even describe what she was feeling. She listened to him continue to articulate: "You're as alluring as a porcelain-"

"Doll?" She gulped as she cut him off. Hoping that was not what he was going to say, but what else could he call her, which was porcelain that would make sense? What else would he say that would be spine-chilling?

The figure appeared astonished but nodded slowly, "I hate when I'm interrupted as I'm complimenting my prey."

"Prey?"

Seeing dead bodies, lifeless souls, corpses painting the walls as far as the eye could see. Human remains garnished the walls and ceilings like fashionable décor. The stench was revolting, but to him, to him it was mouth-watering.

She could tell who the figure was by the sound of his voice, but she had not yet seen him. "Light…light, I need a light." She whispered as she was attempting to crawl to search for her phone. It was never more than a few feet away from her.

"Ah-ah-ah." She felt more than a tug, like someone was trying to tear her leg off the bone itself. Being jerked away several feet, she gazed up and saw a pair of emerald optics, piercing down at her. "You're not going to get away that easily, my darling."

Squatting down there he was, Rampage, the girl's once preferred Predacon. But that was before he was real, and tried to cause her immense amount of ache for her not doing exactly what he'd order her to do. His hands were wrapped around one of her feet, lower down, closer to her ankle.

"Th-is is-n't r-real!" Shaking as her voice cracked between each word. She knew she just had a lucid dream; a dream in which you know you are dreaming, and most of the time they are very difficult to awaken from. Or when you wake up in your dream, but not in real life. But what was incorporated in this dream? Was everything a dream, and she never helped Rampage, and he managed to get his spark back by himself? The part of her being a doll? She needed answers!

Not able to look back all the way, or really able to see anything, hence why she wanted the phone. The screen itself would be better than no light, but she had a flashlight application that would be most helpful in this sort of situation. As she was slapping the hard ground from one point to another within arm's reach she heard a sound of what sounded like-

*CRUNCH*

Dim light was slowly trying to peak out, not actual sunlight, no it was way past the sun's curfew. "Oh, I don't think you'll be needing this." Crumpling the expensive electronic device with no effort whatsoever, his fingers trailed over one another to get all of the pieces off his colossal hands.