I just wanted to quick apologize for my earlier story: Faster Or Else. It was a story I typed up on my Ipod so I didn't remeber to spell check it. It was really old and I just said eh what the heck might as well :) so. Apologies. And to those who favorited it: Thank you :D
For those who said they were out of character: I did my best. Orion Pax had a huge crush on Megatron when he was in the academy. Everyone has a slightly different variation of how they think he would react. Personally I don't think he ever got over his crush. If you don't like the way I portray him then please don't post that my whole story is horrible. I'm not trying to be mean. But yeah. With Megatron. I would believe I sucked with his character. He's hard. He's possessive, he's a tough lover, and many other undescribable things. Anyway. Sorry I usually can't spell check them. But I do my best. Enjoy! :)
-Opty Fanatic
On My Own
"Sometimes I think nothing goes on in that empty shell of a helmet you call a head! What were you thinking!" The beyond furious con leader roared at his disobedient adopted sparkling. Shaking his fist at him in- not a threat- but a promise of the consequences of his foolish decision.
"I-... I just wanted-" The frightened desperate second in command tried, voice cracking and going pitchy in places. Scooting back several paces away from his enraged parent he flinched again when Megatron's volume leaped.
"How DARE you interupt me!" Starscream cowered, bringing one arm up to shield himself from the possibility of any blows. None came and the towering mech continued on his rampage.
"You think you have the standings to DIRECTLY disobey my orders and then interupt your superior!" Starscream forcfully pushed tears down. As always bottling it up. Tears meant weakness.
Weakness meant insuperior.
Insuperior meant no power.
Power... the feeling of being needed, superiority, something cons needed, thrived on, would kill for, DO kill for. It was bred into them. Star's rose crimson red optics, wide in fear, showed plenty well his hidden emotions. Megatron growled threateningly and roughly grabbed his sparkling's chest. Pulling him up off his feet and inches from his own faceplate. His razor needle fangs bared and a impossible deep growl rumbling somewhere in his chest. Star felt his hot breath from his dad's vents on his face. His plates drooped a bit and he lowered his gaze, hoping to reduce what he knew was coming next. Megatron snarled and slammed him into the ground making the ground shake and knocking the air out of Starscream's vents. He would have yelped but couldn't breath. Not that he needed to. Breathing for mechs was just a cooling function- it still would have been nice... Megatron leaned over him so his sheer weight dented his chest, and pinning him firmly to the ground. Ignoring Star's squirms and weak struggles and whispering pleas. He held him up and punched him, drawing blood.
"You will think twice before deliberatly disobeying me again Starscream" He hissed in his audios before dragging his jagged digits abruptly across his wings, which earned him a shriek and more struggles and pleas.
"P-lea-se! L-ord Megatr-on! H-ave mercy! I- AHH!" His cry was cut short as Megs roughly grabbed his wing and bent it downward. A few whimpers escaped as Megatron promptly dropped him to the floor.
The seeker's blood optics shot open and he snapped up- instantly feeling a wave of dizzyness and he had to spread his hands not to fall off... whatever he was on. Waiting for it to pass he looked around. Med bay...
"Was I knocked out...?" He whispered to himself.
"Figuratively? No. Physically? Yes." The cocky red automobile enthusiast of a medic stepped out from somewhere behind him. Dragging a claw gently and flirtingly down his back and patted Star's aft.
"You better rest. For a long... long time..." He teased and shoved Star down with his hand on his chest. the patient gasped as he was forced back. It took a few minutes to recall what had happened... He had been trying to win some approval... Found the autobot base... Saw Optimus... Optimus scrapped him... He was caught off guard-! And the sun was in his eyes... and he never said go... and he cheated... anyway... Megatron found out... He didn't know how he did so fast. No one could have told him. No matter what he did... he did it wrong... he always managed to mess SOMETHING wrong... His spark drooped and pinched with the all to familiar feeling of rejection... He yanked a tube off his stomic taking deep even breaths to hide how much it hurt. Knockout looked over from his table he was working at. Star yanked another off gritting his dentas. KO looked around,
"Starscream you can't go yet it's-" Screamer growled.
"I'm fine thanks for your 'concern'." He hissed. Putting sarcastic air quotes on 'concern'. Forcing his aching limbs to do what he wanted he yanked the last tube off. Energon dripped a few places. Knockout shook his head,
"Starry listen buddy... you gotta take it easy for a few days... just do what you do best and slack off! You're already so good at-" Starscream ripped his arm away from KO's touch.
"No Knockout I don't need you! No one wants me! Fine! No one gets me! It's easy for you to relax! All you have to do is flounce your pretty little frame and you have a new fan club! All I ever wanted was to be accepted and approved of but I guess I can't do anything. So scrap it all!" More tears edged his voice. Jumping straight to the point even if it had nothing to do with what knockout was saying. KO was taken completly by shock and stood there confusedly. The shaken second in command stormed away limping heavily. His tanks ached. Second in command never had much energon. Lord got all his sparks desire but the second in command was expected to put everyone first. If someone said they were hungry he had to give his. More the not the cons would eat as much as they could hold... only for the fact that he would go hungry... He didnt exactly have the best social skills... A nice blunt way to put it was, he got the left overs. His tank growled and ached. He didn't stop. No matter what he did. It wasn't good enough for that under appreciating big headed son of a scrapped slagger. He never cared. Well you know what. He won. Starscream stormed to his office, he spent most of his time here... Grabbing his Rubix cube, duct tape, pencils and pens, and a few other misplaced items he stalked the automated heavy metal door. His tanks hurt and he was getting dizzy spells from hunger. Coughing once in awhile with oil results. He knew flying was thee stupidest thing he could do while like this. Then again. What did he care. What did anyone care. As he marched in his simmering anger he tripped and sprawled onto the floor. He quickly scrambled up scooping his mismatched items into his small sack and looked for what he tripped over. Soundwave stood a good ten feet from him, one tentical raised and wiggled in a waving motion. He seemed to be smiling- either that or staring into his soul... Star glared at him bottling yet another wave of pure hatred away. He wanted to die. He was going to die. The second in command pulled himself together and transformed- as always doing a graceful backfilp and grazed the floor as his jets propelled him away. He wobbled a bit as his wings caught air and he angled them to gain height. The one thing seekers live for. Speed. Flight. Wind. Starscream's spark soared. A small smile of delieght creeping onto his now tear stained faceplate. He didn't know if the tears were of relief or hurt. Screamer transformed and started freefalling. Arms out. Wind whistling through his plates and getting higher pitched as he gained speed. His jets kicked on and he did a somersault in the air to break the sudden push force and sped back up. Pushing himself higher. Feeling his cooling mechanism working faster as it churned the thinner air through his systems to carry out the hot steamy used air. He caught his breath as adreniline cursed through his wires and energon. Opening his long shut optics he looked down as he smoothly arched and let his jets go idle. As he spread his arms wide to catch the wind he dipped back and forth, chuckling in glee at the small pit of danger that prodded his tanks. He opened his optics again and did another somersault-except... no jets... The knot that he enjoyed not two minutes ago suddenly swelled to the point where it almost made him sick. He kicked slightly trying to get them to start. Knowing why they wouldn't start he mentally slapped himself. Energon level warnings flashed in his view as he tried to painfully force them on.
"I DON'T CARE IF IT'S HAZARDOUS! PLEASE JUST TURN ON!" He pleaded with his own systems as the ground was fast approaching. He kicked the air again and looked around frantically optics wide with fear. Finally he curled into a ball and hugged his knees cringing for the impact. A blast from one jet as it flickered on shot him sideways and sent him spinning. He flailed again and yelped as a branch wacked him in the stomach. Crunching up in a ball again and covering his head he gritted his dentas. The breath was forced painfully out of his chest as a shatter was heard and he nailed a large thick branch coming to a dead stop. Sliding off and falling to the ground he groaned painfully. Star's optics were fuzzy. He knew he was going to get it from Megatron... Whimpering pitifully he pushed himself up with one hand. His arm shook and gave out again. His neck hurt... and when he looked down a thin trickle of energon was running down his chest. The worst was by far his wings. Being the most sensitive place it had been wacked multiple times and stung like fire. Dents littered his shoulders and wings. One jet was missing. Slowly lookig down as his vision faded and he swayed slightly he saw his protective cock pit over his spark chamber had been crushed and shattered inward. He slumped against a tree and swallowed hard. The blackness edging his vision slowly took over.
