Tomorrow Never Dies...
Disclaimer: I do not own Transformers, but I do own Charissa Robbins and Whiplash.
Chapter Two: One of Us.
"AH! What the frick? Let me go! What are you doing?" Charissa pulled at the seatbelt, struggling to get out. "FRICK." Her eyes gleamed with fear, and she did all she could to escape, goospebumps fprming on her skin.
"Hee hee! Megatron'd KILL me if I told him that I didn't find him any oil! But when he sees the purity of THIS stuff, he'll forgive me in a spark beat! And when he finds out I have someone who can lead us to the stations, then it's bye-bye two-bit digger, hello second in command!" Whiplash laughed, obviously fond of his new plan.
"You bastard! I won't show you where it is!"Charissa growled, eyes flaring angrily. She had been trapped, and she knew she should've been smarter.
"No, I think you will. You see, when I do good, Megatron is happy. And when he's happy, everyone is happy. But..."
The seatbelt began to slowly tighten around Charissa's body, forcing her breath out, making her gasp and cough.
"When I do bad, then he gets angry. And when he's angry, worlds burn. Yours, mine, all of ours. And then he finds whoever made him angry, and starts to pull them apart, bit by little bit, slowly enough that they're alive and conscious through the entire ordeal. And I don't want that to happen to me, or you. Because you're mine. I found you, and that makes you mine."
Charissa began to black out when the seatbelt loosened suddenly, letting her draw in a deep breath. "Get it?"
Charissa gulped down air, coughing. "I...belong...to no one. I don't care what you do, I refuse to help..."
"Aww! But I need you...Oh, I know! If you won't listen to reason..." Whiplash let his words fade, an icy edge to his voice.
The seatbelts tightened once again, only they slowly began heating up. She could feel the burn spreading through her small body, heating up her insides, her skin baking. The seatbelts were glowing light red when Whiplash spoke once more. "How about now, eh?"
Charissa whimpered with pain, tears forming in her eyes as she grit her teeth, feeling as if she was in an flaming oven. "Nuh...uh... A-Agh... Kill m-me, I don't care..." Tears fell down her face, giving small, wet relief to the flaming heat spreading in her body. The heat was unbearable, rising with every second, making her shriek in terrible pain.
"Oh, but I do! I need you alive, otherwise I won't get on Megatron's good side!" Whiplash gave a rather insane giggle, he would be grinning if he had been in robot mode.
Small bursts of electricity shot through her, adding shock to her resume of pain. "Just say you'll help us, and I'll stop this! It won't be bad! You'll have a warm, nice place to stay, no one will ever ridicule you, everyone is friends in the Decepticons!"
"AGH!" She felt her head become light, her vision slightly blurry as she gnashed her teeth, her eyes closed as she whimpered. "No... I don't want to... I don't...belong...to anyone..." Charissa felt her body numbing, the pain increasing with every second.
"You won't belong to anyone, child. Not to anyone but yourself. You will be your own being, living free of strife, of pain, of torture... Just pledge your name to the Decepticon cause, and it will all melt away..." Whiplash advised to the human girl, keeping his voice smooth, persuasive.
"Mmn..." Charissa whimpered, opening her eyes. She slowly choked out words, her body burning with intense, fiery pain and crackling electricity. "I pledge...myself...to...the...Decepticon...cause... Please, just stop... I…can't…bear it."
The pain ended as quickly as it began as soon as she uttered those few, hesitant words.
No residual burn, no pressure marks from the seatbelt, nothing. It was as if the attack had never happened...
"Thank you. You have saved both of us a lot of pain." There was a strange tattoo on the back of Charissa's hand, all sharp angles and purple. "You are now a Decepticon. That is your insignia, your mark. Just like mine."
"Ah... What the..." Charissa frowned, sighing as she inspected the tattoo, gazing over the Decepticon insignia. "And what if your boss doesn't want me to be one?"
"Oh, then you'll get vaporized. Or atomized. One of the two." Whiplash replied calmly, chugging along as if it was no big deal.
"Ahhh... I don't want that to happen! Why can't you just let me go? I take it back! I'm WAY freaked out now!"She frowned, biting her lip nervously, letting her hand twitch with anxiety. "I don't wanna get vaporized… Or atomized…"
"Too late. To desert the Decepticons is to gain an instant death sentence!" Whplash gave another sly giggle, sounding eerily pleased.
"Goddamnit. Ugh... Thanks, a lot. I hate you, you overgrown washing machine..."
"I thought you'd appreciate it!"
"Why? I have no idea what I'm getting into, and now I'll probably never get to go to college, or take care of Harley... Or get to feed Razo altoids. What's he going to do without his altoids? ...Agghhh... What DID I get into?"Charissa looked out the windshield, watching as the underground world passed them by.
"An eon's long war between two warring factions of autonomous robotic lifeforms from another planet."
Charissa blinked, then shrugged. "Nice, sounds cool. But how am I supposed to help in a war between giant robots that can kill me in multiple ways? It seems like they'd rather shrug me off or shoot me."
"You will point us in the direction of any and all fuel deposits."
"I only know where the ones around here are though! Most of them are just on highways or near airports... Besides, how long would that really last?"
"Ah, but you could recognize them. We would not." Whiplash internally grinned, loving the way he kept stumping his charge.
"Of course..." Charissa pursed her thin, pink lips into a straight line, fearful worry tearing at her mind. "As long as I'm not vaporized or eaten, I'm good."
"Why eaten?"
"Well... You're big. I'm small. Do the math. Besides, I know I taste good, like vanilla and strawberries. Don't ask how I know that... You won't eat me, right? Eh heh... Or anyone else?"
"Uhhhh… I'm sure no one wants to eat anything organic."
"You sure? It just...scares me... I have an irrational fear of being eaten."
"Aw, don't worry!" The seat began to softly vibrate, the sound and motion calming Charissa. "You'll be safe, I swear it."
Charissa smirked, frowning. "Why are you being so nice now, after threatening me? And you said I could still get killed!"
"You weren't a Decepticon before. And that's the price of being a Decepticon, death is a constant threat. Only those high in ranks, incredibly loyal, or incredibly useful live for very long."
Charissa sighed, frowning. "But... I don't want to die. I didn't want this, you forced me! I was never useful to any people, so how could I be any more useful to any huge alien robots, besides finding the stupid gas stations? Ugh... I know my future plan was to be a serial killer and eliminate all the assholes, or something like that, but STILL."
"You are useful to us in the form of both an ambassador to the humans and a spotter for fuel stations. Believe me, in this war, that is high on the list of uses. Hold on." The rumble through the cabin as they dug through the earth ended, and they were falling. Charissa could see out the windshield, spying a massive underground chamber, a gowing blue lake at the bottom. Then, they impacted the other side of the chasm, boring into the rock and leaving the lake behind.
Charissa gave a bored frown, leaning back against the seat with a worried sigh. "So... What's it like where I'm going to live now? I have to say this is...interestingly...awesome. I've always wondered about alien,they've been one of my main thoughts in this life... I thought they were different though, like short little green guys."
"Well, you're probably going to want to make friends with a lot of us, because the base is big, even compared to me. You'd probably get stepped on if you were to go it alone. So, stick close to me at the beginning, okay?"
"Right. So, stepped on? Lovely... Ah, this'll be fun... If I die though, I'm coming back to haunt you, Whippy."
He stalled for a moment, then resumed his decent into presumably the center of the Earth. "Whippy?"
"Whippy." Charissa grinned, crossing her arms with a smirk.
"...I like it." He continued eating through the rock, moving fast and gaining speed.
"Well, good then!" Charissa was silent for a few moments, leaning against the door. "So, Whippy? Are we almost there?"
"Just...About...Here!" They burst from the rock wall, flying through the air at high speeds. Unfortunately they were going backwards, so Charissa could only see the rock wall falling away from her.
"Oh, God." She just stared out the window, her eyes wide. "Please don't crash..."
"Heh. A purple glow surrounded them, forming a powerful bubble which slowed their decent dramatically, bringing them into a controlled slide down.
"Whew. That's relieving. But...I can't see anything! Aw..."
Whiplash spun around, giving Charissa a view of where they were descending. And it was breathtaking. It was colossal, taking up half the depth and most of the width of the enormous cavern they were in, the cavern itself at least five thousand meters deep and half that wide. It stood on thick pillars over a deep lake far below, glowing a radiant purple. Massive spires shot up from the main base, containing weapons, communication arrays and other things that a mere human couldn't possibly wrap her mind around. Panels were opening and closing on every side of it, allowing fleets of robots to dive out and fly into one of the many tunnels in the surrounding walls. But the real dominating presence was the thickest, biggest tower, standing up like a proud mountain, sleek and smooth and tapering into a piercing spike on the top. The bubble that surrounded them was being drawn towards one of the panels, held aloft by three or four bolts of purple lightning. The entire cavern was aglow with activity, and literally aglow with light from the pool down below, the multiple lights on the towers themselves and one spectacular glowing symbol, identical to the one on the back of her hand.
Charissa held her breath, eyes sparkling with wonder and amazement. A glittering smile creased her lips, and she stared out the window, sighing as she gazed onto the magnificent sight. "Wow... It's...so...awesome. This...is gonna be epic."
"Eh, I've seen bigger." They finished their float, landing softly on the runway and trundling forward into the huge portal that revealed the inside of the base to whoever was in the cavern.
Charissa looked out, eyes glittering happily. She had a rather Hellish life, emotionally confused about who she was. She constantly was curious of some of her killer feelings, longings to destroy her peers that made her life Hell, to make them bleed, make them fall. It even scared her at times, but other times she embraced it. She had a hatred for the human race, and was a faker...constantly faking happiness and plagued by depression and a bad habit that had lasted for a few years, the pain easily cutting her like a knife, hurting more than what she had endured with Whiplash.
But now, she could forget. Maybe all that pain was over, in the past... Only time would tell.
This was a new chapter in her life. And she was ready to face it, headstrong.
Author's Note: Poor little Charissa, having to go through that pain. D: At least she's okay. Now they're at the Decepticon base... We'll see what happens to her. I'll try to update ASAP, because I know this was a little short!
OH. I also have a DA account, so I'll post pictures there every now and then. I have lots of irrelevant stuff on there, but I'll start making more Transformers pictures. I just made a picture of Charissa, along with her profile. .com/