Um...wow, I do not know what to say...really, I don't considering just how long it's been since I last updated this. I was just reading through it and realising how much fun I had writing it and thought maybe I should FINALLY update this. So yeah, I guess I'll do that in between this and the latest They Just Don't Care Anymore (which I swear I'm also in the process of writing, one and a half thousand words so far). Well, once again I do not own Beast Wars or any of the many, many characters which you'd associate with either Beast Wars or The Transformers. So, without any further ado, sit back, please remember to enjoy the following fic, don't forget to leave a review (please) and finally...thanks for reading!
"...And on a sadder note, the body of missing Maximal colonist Treble Shock has been found in an alley this morning. The corpse bears the characteristic chest wound that has been associated with the Puncture Mark Killer." The newsreader droned.
Double Punch groaned as he awoke. In his honest opinion, the morning news was always much too vague for his liking, not enough detail on these murders...not nearly enough.
Getting up from his recharger, he made his way over to a full length mirror he had set up on the other side of the room and admired himself. He was a large, red, bulky Maximal, with some gold and violet additions. His alt mode was a Cybertronian heavy truck, and it was quite evident just by looking at him, as his hands were located inside two large and heavy clamps, while a towing cable was raised high above his head. His head had a dark green visor plate that obscured his upper face and served not only to protect, but also to conceal. Double Punch greatly valued his privacy, and so very few had ever seen his actual face.
He scowled as he eyed a bluish stain that had spattered onto his right leg "How careless" he muttered as he grabbed a nearby rag and carefully wiped it off "I knew I should have worn some sort of protective gear...next time, definitely."
He turned and surveyed his house. It was a small, cramped and cluttered building, filled mainly with all sorts of equipment suited to his job, and engines and other parts could be seen scattered throughout.
He whistled "Cam-1, come here."
Instantly a small, winged camera drone flitted over from its resting place, perching itself on its master's shoulder.
"Replay the footage from last night, I wish to review what happened." Double Punch ordered.
Making a slight nodding gesture, Cam-1 inserted a plug into its masters neck and activated its recorded footage.
"Hmmm...yes...Ah, I see...yes..." Double Punch muttered as he replayed his work from last night "Well, I see what went wrong there...But never mind that now, I must depart, lest I be late for my new occupation."
Said occupation was colonist appointed to the exploration ship known as the Axalon. In truth, Double Punch had not been too keen to leave Cybertron, but he felt that with all the pressure of the bustling city life, and the stress over the recent rash of murders, he needed to get away from it all.
No...please, I-
Double Punch twitched his neck, and it stopped. Making his way out of the door to his small, run down house, he examined the current traffic situation. Not too bad, but of course, it was still early, in time, the streets would be bustling with life, just the way Double Punch hated it.
I don't...No-
Another twitch, and again, silence. In truth, Double Punch preferred either the pitch blackness of the night, or the early morning, when there were few people around, it was quiet and almost desolate...
I never did anyth-
...Well, aside from the occasional person Double Punch would run into.
Why...why are you-
Double Punch grinned. Oh, how he loved it when he encountered strangers alone at night, such fun they would have! And then, when it was all over, Double Punch would revel in the delight that he had inflicted upon his guest.
I-it...h-h-hurts-
And now, he would get to spread his fun to other worlds, full of strange new life...
No...nononoWhyWHYAAAAAAAARRRRHHHH-
"Ah, yes, new forms, new people...new opportunities..." Double Punch muttered to himself with a kind of malicious glee.
... ... ... ... ... ... ...
As he strolled into the stasis pod bay of the Axalon, Double Punch was sorely tempted to "have fun" with all those who were already in stasis...but no, it was much too early for that. He would simply wait until they arrived. He would start with whatever natives there were first...
...And then he would move on to the crew.
Once again, Double Punch grinned at the thought.
"...Ugh...Where am I?" Double Punch asked in a daze as he woke up.
"Slag! We didn't have time to change his programming!" A strange new voice hissed.
"Well...just...I don't know...Lie!" A second voice hissed right back
"You're on Earth my friend." The first, strange new voice replied "And, you're a Predacon."
Double Punch sat up "A Predacon? Don't make me laugh, they turned me down, they said that even though what they were doing was "morally reprehensible" they wouldn't let...how did they put it? Ah yes "dangerous sociopaths" into their little group, they said that what I did was evil..."
The mech before him took a hesitant step back "W-what?"
Double Punch shook his head "It doesn't matter, that's all in the past now...who are you?"
"I am Transquito, and with me is Spittor, and we are Predacons...as are you. Please, you seem to have suffered some damage when your stasis pod crashed, but believe us, you really are a Predacon."
Double Punch looked down, where once had been clamps, now where claws. He moved what had been his tow cable, and now saw a long a vicious looking barbed stinger. A puddle before him revealed that what had once been a visor covered head was now a horribly mutated looking face with a razor sharp tooth lined vertical mouth, two green eyes and a strange, almost conical head.
Double Punch smiled "Perhaps you're right...yes, you just might be...Now, where are the Maximals? I want to have some fun..."
And there you have it, the very long awaited third chapter of Before the beast Wars. Sorry, I'm a little rust with it, but nevertheless, I hope that you enjoyed it. I loved writing severely deranged character, like the previous characters, it was a lot of fun...yeah, don't think too hard about how sane that makes me. Anyway, I hope that you enjoyed the following fic, please don't forget to leave a review, and finally...thanks for reading! Bye!
