(I know that the proper terms are carrier, sire, and creators, but I find that these hold no emotional value whatsoever, so I will be using the terms mother, father, and parents in this story. Wildclaw is my OC and if anyone has any ideas for his vehicle mode besides 'jet' please let me know. Can you tell I know nothing about air crafts whatsoever?
Also I wish to thank RoboDiamondDragon09 for another very nice review and Dragonlver22 for following this story. It means the world to me:)
Airachnid shook her helm in confusion. How had that human child left without her notice? There was no time to ponder this, Airachnid decided. She needed to focus on finding a way out of the autobot's base. Now that Enigma wasn't here to laugh at her, Airachnid tried to shift forms again. This time she tried her beast mode and, much to her delight, her t-cog worked properly.
Airachnid quickly scaled the wall, as she wondered if her helicopter mode still functioned. She would probably discover that it didn't at some critical point when flying was her only option. Airachnid transferred herself to the hallway's ceiling. The bots would never see her coming from above, unless of course, she happened to run into the Prime. Airachnid shivered at the thought. There was no way she could possibly get away from him.
The femme rounded a corner to find… yet another hallway with no exit in sight. Airachnid grumbled to herself. All these corridors looked exactly the same to her, then again, the Nemesis wasn't much better. From the corner of her optic she spotted movement. Airachnid barely had time to flatten herself to the ceiling before the black and yellow scout appeared. He had his blasters out and was carefully searching for something.
Enigma had been right. Airachnid had barely been out of the cell for a minute before the autobots knew. Bumblebee made his way down the hallway, and Airachnid stayed motionless high above the unknowing 'bot. All he had to do was keep moving, the spider femme thought. She wouldn't bother him if he just continued on his way, because it would be far easier to get out of here if her presence stayed undetected.
Of course he just had to look up. Bumblebee began to blast at her with one gun, while contacting the others over his comm. "Found her," was all the scout had time to whir to the others before being hit with the spider's webs. Though the rest of him was pinned, Bumblebee managed to free his left arm to continue firing at her.
In a stroke of good fortune, Bumblebee hit one of her spider legs, and she fell from the ceiling. The ground came upon Airachnid too quickly and she landed on her back with a moan. The femme reacted on instinct and rolled to the right just before Bumblebee could put a bullet through her helm. Airachnid shot out another blast of webs and finally captured the resistant scout.
With the hunt over, Airachnid allowed herself a moment to look over her injures, even though she knew the blaster shots would have alerted the other autobots to her position. Her spider leg was only attached by a bit of wiring and dangled limply. Terrific. Even if she could take her helicopter mode, that rotor would never support her.
The spider femme stood and approached the bound scout. Bumblebee glared at her fiercely. "Do your worst. I don't fear you," he buzzed.
Airachnid's entire body went rigid and her optics widened as a long since forgotten memory overtook her…
Smoke and ash darkened the skies of cybertron as the city around them burned. The sounds of a battlefield could be heard in the distance, but all the high-ranking decepticons were here. They stood like silent sentinels as they watched their silver leader. The light from the surrounding fires gleamed across Megatron's muscular torso, and caused his features to take on a skull like appearance. The gladiator grinned cruelly and Airachnid's spark went cold. In that moment Airachnid recognized him for what he was. Death having taken a physical form.
Digits entwined with her own, and Airachnid glanced at her younger brother, Wildclaw. The green youngling was covered in soot and he shaking. Airachnid squeezed his servo within her own, as they stood slightly behind their parents. If Megatron's attention had been on her, Airachnid doubted she would have been able to stand much less glare back at him defiantly as the autobot youngling did before Megatron and his officers.
Megatron slammed a servo into the yellow and black 'bot and sent him flying. The youngling crashed to the ground and sparks flew as metal was scraped against metal. The warlord's disregard for life awoke within Wildclaw his innate sense of right and wrong. Airachnid realized that her brother was about to make the reckless and costly mistaken of running forwards to help the other youngling. The youthful femme pulled him into her embrace to not only restrain him but attempt to comfort him as well.
Wildclaw resisted for a few seconds, but gave up eventually. Instead, he clung to his sister as lubricants ran down his face plate. The siblings went unnoticed by the other decepticons who had optics only for Megatron and the autobot youngling. Wildclaw buried his face into Airachnid's throat, as the sounds of crunching metal and carnage continued. But the autobot youngling never screamed…
Airachnid closed her optics. She couldn't watch this vile display anymore. Wildclaw was still sobbing soundlessly, and Airachnid felt a rising nausea. She had just decided to turn off her audio receptors when a voice penetrated her jumbled thoughts. Airachnid looked up in time to see the young autobot struggle to his knees and glowered at Megatron before speaking for the first time while in the decepticon's presences. "Do your worst. I don't fear you."
Megatron lost it. In an act that had no other purpose than to inflict pain, the gladiator's blade shot from his right arm. Airachnid's optics were almost unable to follow Megatron's next movement due to the speed. She wouldn't have believed it, either,
if not for the burst of energon that had erupted from the autobot's throat. The youngling collapsed at Megatron's pedes. Airachnid realized she had not been the only one to have witnessed this brutal action as her brother's optics never left the crumpled form of the other youngling.
The warlord didn't offer the crippled autobot a second glance as he turned to his officers and bellowed, "Return to your assigned duties!" He transformed into his sleek cybertronian jet and shot off into the burning sky as his followers scrambled to do as their leader demanded. Soon the only ones left were the siblings. Wildclaw tried to go over to the leaking autobot, but Airachnid stopped him once more. Whether it was to spare him the grisly details or prevent him from getting in trouble she wasn't sure.
Airachnid shook her helm at him. "Don't worry Wildclaw. I'll take care of him. Your absence will be noticed before mine will, so get going," she nudged him away. Wildclaw was instantly reassured. He knew his older sister would make everything better, so he turned to leave, but glanced back at her.
Wildclaw's optics had dried, but his voice trembled as he swore to Airachnid, "I will never be a decepticon."
He transformed into his jet mode, and Airachnid watched his receding silhouette before making a silent promise of her own deep within her spark, "I will never let Megatron or any other hurt you…"
Airachnid's thoughts returned to the wounded youngling, and she went to check on his condition. The young scout was leaking from multiple wounds, but the one on his throat was by far the worst. Airachnid was no medic, but she had watched a few at work. She quickly produced a strong silk-like spider web, before binding his wounds. This particular kind of webbing wasn't sticky so it wouldn't reopen the younglings injuries when it was removed.
With her nimble fingers she bound his wounds as tightly as she dared. Airachnid glanced up and her gaze met the young autobot's. She had been hoping he was unconscious. In the youngling's optics lay a question that he could no longer voice. Why?
His question made her pause, but only for a moment. "Not all decepticons are like Megatron. We're not all sparkless killers."
The scout tried to nod in understanding, but Airachnid stopped him so he wouldn't cause the gash in his throat to worsen.
Airachnid touched the scout's arm. She was searching for something, something that she knew all autobots carried in case of an emergency. Airachnid was not disappointed, as she found a small metallic device. She activated the autobot distress beacon, before glancing back at the youngling. His optics were now unfocused and glazed over.
Airachnid darted into the shadow of a crumbling building to wait. Not fifteen minutes had passed when she heard approaching autobots. From her vantage point, the spider femme could see an orange and white medic leading the group followed by a blue femme and a horned red mech. The medic was holding a datapad and the other two had their guns out.
"Careful, Ratchet," the blue femme cautioned, "This is most likely a trap."
The only response the medic gave her was a grumpy hmpf. Then the medic's optics widened in horror as he beheld the youngling's mangled form. "By the All-Spark…," the medic muttered as he rushed to the little scout's side. Airachnid quietly slipped away and the autobots never noticed her presence. When she had told the young autobot that not all decepticons were evil, he had believed she had been referring to herself. She hadn't been…
Back in the present time, Bumblebee was more than a little freaked out. He assumed Airachnid had been just about to rip his spark out when she had suddenly frozen. He hadn't seen any sign of her being hit by the Immobilizer, but he wasn't about to rule that option out. A few seconds passed and Airachnid regained all movement as she began to advance on the pinned scout once more.
A single claw like digit forced Bumblebee's chin up, and exposed his neck. He really hoped she wasn't about to bite him. He knew death by her poison would be particularly unpleasant. With a second digit Airachnid traced his scar. Why was she acting so creepy? he wondered. Well, creepier.
"I see your injury mostly healed, little bug," Airachnid murmured.
Bumblebee's optics widened at her soft words and gentle touch, "Were you there?"
A smile played across the femme's lips. She wasn't all that surprised he didn't remember. He had been, after all, a little over half-dead and delirious. "Yes, I was," Airachnid whispered before placing a gag over the scout's mouth and racing down the hall. Bumblebee watched her until she rounded a corner and disappeared from view. He was now officially disturbed.
