Hi! Here is Chapter Four of Insanity! Sorry for the long wait!
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In response to the review from Neon: I know that the Seeker city is named Vos, but I use Vocian when describing a Seeker from that city because I personally have a dislike of the use of Vosian because I do not like the 's' in the word, as strange as that may be. I do ship Prowl and Jazz, but not to an extreme extent, and I wouldn't judge unless you were rude in the comment (which you weren't). And if you think this story is violent...you should check out my other Transformers horror stories and get back to me. :D Anyways, thanks for the review!
...um...there is very, very slight incest in the first section (it's literally only four sentences unless your mind takes you elsewhere). Mainly sadism and masochism, but you all deserve a warning...please don't hate me.
And I apologize profoundly for going a bit overboard with Incarcerator's messed up mind...
Hope you enjoy.
The tense atmosphere hung over everything, its deceitful and spindly fingers filling its targets with apprehension and irrational fear. They were such a futile and inconsequential thing, those emotions. One could not think while fear and doubt clouded their senses and made the ravenous tongue of terror swipe in a loving manner over their shaking heads.
He desired that look...that oh so pleasing expression that one acquired when they knew that their pitiful life was over. He yearned for the taste and the haunting sensation of the grief and shock and pain that overwhelmed his delicious prey, the infuriating yet arousing sound of their screams of regret and horror and agony as his poisoned talons and fangs tore through the weak and soft metal flesh of their neck cabling...or as they sunk deep within the supposedly protective armor of their spark casing. Oh, yes. He longed for the pulsing thunder of their fear-engorged sparks, and he longed for that beautiful collage of swirling colors that would soon come to a gruesome end...oh, yes...
He longed for that delicious taste, the sweet sustenance that was their lifeblood...
Oh, how it would coat his glossa just so...not too much and not too little...
And how it would be oh so sweet...oh so warm...
Beautiful, beautiful warmth...
He was torn from his dark and demented thoughts as ice cold talons traced over the side of his faceplate, dangerous razor points extremely close to vital circuitry as they concealed a thinly veiled threat.
Golden optics burned with a vicious warning as the monster glared down at the being who had dared to interrupt his wonderful thought process, a deep and dark snarl rumbling throughout his broad chassis as the powerful wings on his back rose to an aggressive height.
Amber optics burned as they locked onto the gaze of the larger mech, and the dim lighting reflected off of smooth and flawless silvery-white faceplates. Thin mouthplates curled back into a demented little grin, and the smaller mech giggled with strange glee as his wings twitched and fanned the air. "Movement interrupted your thoughts, brother? Apologies, indeed, are not allowed to be given." His huge talons traced the faceplate of the taller mech once more, carving into the scarred metal ever so slightly, filled with a lingering and brooding promise. The illusory caress was just enough to slice the metal open and allow the fresh Energon to rise to the surface.
The dark little mech giggled softly, amber optics flickering with unrestrained desire. Wings hiking high on his back, as if he were daring the other to interfere in any way, shape, or form, the smaller mech brought his servo closer to his chassis. A thin and slick glossa darted out to cleanse the lethal talons of the blood that stained them so, and the appendage curled around the slim digits with a chilling ease.
The towering mech rumbled deeply, his own taloned servo rising to caress that of the younger, uncaring of the oral lubricant and venom that stained the smaller servos. His powerful electromagnetic field warped ever so slightly to allow his sibling to recognize the fact that he held no ill intentions towards him. "Apologies are not desired, young one. Your hunger will be sated soon if you wait." He was uncaring of the shallow wounds marring the already tainted metal of his faceplate as he held the small yet deadly servos in his own, the iciness of both their grasps chilling the toxic air around them as the long and skeletal fingers of demented lust and hunger caressed the armor of those who were near enough to be overwhelmed by such a thing.
A cruel smirk curled the corner of the mouthplates of both monstrous beings, and armor shifted and rippled in a seemingly well-rehearsed series of movements. The darkness cloaking both supernatural beings writhed and moaned in delicious agony and delight...oh so simple, now. Just a little more, oh a bit more...hunger will be sated, hunger will be satisfied...
The dark little one pouted, the action so out of place on such a strange and mentally unstable individual, as his wings twitched and reflected the glow of the lights above them. "Hunger yearns now, big brother. Hunger yearns now, and it will be satisfied, whether in your favor or not." Another soft and tinkling, almost musical chuckle shook the mech's chassis as pointed dentia were bared in a feral grin. "Might wishes to stay with you, does it not? Might will stay, yes it will, but only if the volatile spark is relieved of the aching hunger that plagues it so..."
Golden optics darted over to the large and extravagant door, where an alert and submissive Thunderstrike lingered. His uninjured wing was raised higher than the other, and while his scarred one pressed almost protectively against his backstrut the faint aroma of freshly spilled Energon filled the air. Despite the emotionless appearance the young Seeker was currently displaying, it was all too obvious that there was some amount of pain in play, a result of the multiple wounds covering the sensor-laden appendage reopening.
The sadistic grin that curled back the thin mouthplates of the dark blue youngling held enough warning.
Dark armor shifted in a manner similar to poisoned liquid, and fangs were bared briefly in a sudden and soft snarl. "The Seeker belongs to me, brother. You would do well to remember that, for it will seal your fate in the forthcoming future."
A rumbling purr escaped the ravenous young one, and he leaned closer to the larger frame of his relative. Chilled servos rose and clawed digits were splayed against armor that was resistant to any type of force; the sharp edges searched for sensitive wiring and areas that would make the other relinquish his authoritative hold. When the twinge of welcome pain flared through the feared leviathan, he glared down at the other even as the faint flare of arousal and hunger stirred and bared its fangs deep within his spark.
"I am rather volatile this orn, young one." A large servo rose and engulfed the searching claws, a heavy and ancient warning burned deep within their depths. "Do not try my patience."
Light and tawny optics flickered as the scarred wings lowered ever so slightly to show that he was not dimwitted enough to challenge his superior. "Patience is such a small and insignificant thing, brother. I..." A grimace appeared on the flawless faceplates as a visible tremor ran through the lithe frame; the molten depths of gold boiled a vicious shade of crimson for the briefest of moments. "Patience will not be tolerated, not while this ache roars and churns deep within a cold and motionless spark." Fangs were bared in a soft snarl of barely veiled agony, the venom coating them thickening and reflecting the dim lights as the small mech shuddered in distress. "The hunger demands...the hunger aches...stop it, stop it, stop it!" The minuscule mech curled against the contradictory ice of the chassis of his brother, and unrelenting tremors racked the slim and powerful frame. "Make it stop, make it stop, make it stop!"
The monster of a mech flared his wings, the large and intricate panels displaying their obvious power in the motions. A servo lowered to caress that of the smaller one, offering a brief time of comfort to the ailing mech. "Patience, little one. You will no longer be ravenous if you wait for a short while."
The dark blue mech purred in satisfaction, his wings batting the air in slow and almost lackadaisical movements. The maelstrom of tremors that tormented the blue mech died down to mere and uncontrolled twitches, and his optics burned in dimmed arousal and consummation. He nuzzled his spiked helm against the cold and broad chassis of his older relative in an expression that showed he was thankful before he turned away and vanished silently down the hall, giving a slight nod to the lingering and wary Thunderstrike as he began to hum a tune that he was comforted with as a sparkling.
The sleek black mech who had arrived with the energetic and strange little one stepped forward, his claret optics burning. "You are making promises that you cannot keep, brother." His voice was a deep and gravelly growl, heavily accented with the elderly ghost of an ancient Praxian dialect. He leaned close to the taller mech, dark armor flared and wings raised ever so slightly, but not enough to provoke the larger into retaliating in a way that would be violent and merciless. "The little one will not be pleased should he find out. You do know what he will do to those around him as his mood worsens."
Golden optics flashed in the relentless grasp of cold fire. "Our little one will not provoke either of us. The most likely event that will occur will be the quenching of his hunger."
The black Praxian curled his mouthplates back into a soft snarl, his dark optics burning with a storm of irritation. "It is not healthy, my brother. Such a yearning should not be present in a young one like him."
The larger mech rumbled, his armor flaring from his lean and powerful frame. "Your twisted form of morality will not work on beings like us. We will not be restrained."
Engine clearly showing his protest, the sleek mech bared his venomous fangs. "Threats will not work on me, if you do not recall correctly."
Amber optics burned with a relentless fire as enormous wings flared. "Do my audios deceive me, brother? You dare to challenge me?" The leviathan of a mech took a step forward, a ravenous and maniacal spark igniting the fumes of his building rage. The massive and deceptively elegant wings rose high on his back, flared in a clear and ever present warning.
Crimson optics, filled to the brim with boiling emotions that would show only supported by a blackened spark, narrowed to thin slits as scarred mouthplates curled to form a horrific snarl. "I would be lying if I said I was not."
Moving in a flash, the towering and deadly mech backed the other against the nearest wall, armor flared and wings raised in pure and unadulterated aggression. Despite this, however, when he spoke it was in the softest of voices, an oh so gentle caress comparable to that of the slightest brush of a wing against the armor of a lover.
"I do not appreciate your tone, brother." Lethal fangs were bared in a feral scowl even as they lengthened to the enormous razor points that all feared. Wings unfolded and raised to their full, towering height, the bladed tips reflecting the light of the black crystal chandelier watching over them. "You would be wise to hold your glossa..." A clawed servo rose and then the black mech's helm was shoved against the wall, the colliding metals shrieking and squealing against each other. The crimson-opticed mech hissed in pain as the outer layer of dermaplating was forcefully scraped away, dark Energon rising to the surface to stream over the talons that restrained the other. Golden optics burned with a maniacal and ravenous light as their owner leaned even closer, ice-cold exvents lapping gently at chilled facial dermaplating. "...or I will have to be forced to remove it."
The slightly smaller mech made a hoarse noise that was a mixture between a growl and a laugh. "You have been holding back, brother. In a normal matter, you would have attacked young one sooner and without remorse." Crimson optics blazed with a feral and manic light as a powerful engine growled. "You have become soft during your time here, with these insignificant servants waiting on your every beck and call." Armor shifted in a manner similar to the path freshly spilled lifeblood would make against a stark and flawless metal surface. "You are not truly going to hurt either of us. You are too soft-sparked."
A deep and dark rumble, one that would immediately terrify and freeze any mech or femme who happened to be near them, came from deep within the chassis of the taller mech. Wings flared in primal aggression as golden optics narrowed, filled with warning that would have any other normal and sane mech trembling in their armor.
But the sleek black mech was unperturbed as a hoarse and strut-chilling laugh came from him. "Go ahead and try, brother. Nourish your so carefully kept hunger. Let it overwhelm you until no shred of sane logic and reasoning remain. I know you want to...I can see the hunger and lust burning in your optics." Sleek armor shifted in a deadly dance as an ominous rumble came from powerful engines. "But you would not do that, in truth, would you, brother? No..." A manic grin appeared on scarred mouthplates, venomous fangs lengthening in increasing excitement; a hoarse noise that was a mixture of a growl and a laugh escaped the dark mech's vocalizer. Mouthplates curled back into a disgusted sneer, crimson optics burning with a feral light. "Oh, yes, brother...you are weak."
Scarred mouthplates curled back into a feral grin. "Would you like to test that theory, brother?"
The black mech did not bother responding, grinning viciously.
Rumbling deeply, the older mech motioned with his servo to Thunderstrike and the other guards. "Leave us. I want no indication that any of you have heard a word that passes between us." Turning to face his relative, he flicked his wings in a thinly veiled warning. "You do not want what happened to the Seeker who lost my merchandise happening to you." After they had murmured their understandings and left, the large mech turned on his brother with a vicious fury.
In a flash, the smaller was pinned to the wall, his elder brother looming over him with fury and hunger and lust burning in his amber glare. Clawed servos tightened around slim wrists, and with a lurching strength the joints and wires were crushed mercilessly. Crimson optics flickered at the welcome fire that tore through a frayed sensor network, and his back arched to brush his chest plating against that of the stronger.
With a feral snarl, the obsidian mech ground against his brother, wings scraping against the wall as his core temperature rose. Engine growling, tilted his helm back and moaned deeply, crimson optics flickering as lust made itself present in his electromagnetic field.
Amber optics burning, the larger mech leaned down, burying his fanged dentia in the cabling of the neck beneath him. The black mech growled, talons shredding through polished armor as he shuddered in painful pleasure.
"Brother?"
The small mech who had left earlier stood there, wings flared and servos crossed over his chest. There was an expression of deep irritation on his faceplate, and the scowl exposing his fanged dentia only increased it.
Groaning, the obsidian mech pushed against the larger, vents heaving. "Little one, do you not know how to knock?"
The younger mech grinned darkly. "Knocking is what you desire? Little one seeks something in return for his interruption."
With a rumble, the Incarcerator stepped forward, reeling in his sadistic desires for the moment. "What is it?"
A giggle escaped the small one. "Little one wants to join, and it must be in the might of your favor." Faceplate clearing of all emotion suddenly, he nodded to the hall. "Visitors annoy little one, big brothers. Little one wants to tear intruders to shreds."
Glancing at the oldest, the crimson-opticed mech shook his helm. "If they irritate you, brother, I will have a word them."
"You will not." Wings flared wide, the largest mech stepped forward, heading towards the door. "Those who disturb little one have come to join me in some business I have to take care of. If you will see yourselves out?"
Not waiting for a response, with a flick of his wings the eldest mech vanished.
Golden optics flickering, the youngest turned to his brother. "Big one in a bad mood from business dealing with annoyances?"
"I can only assume so." He placed a comforting servo on the small mech's shoulder panel. "Come, little one. You need your recharge."
It was cold and quiet, a normal stellar cycle in the Enforcer base.
A lone figure sat at a lone desk pushed against the far corner of the massive foyer-like room, optics shuttered and massive wings lowered. The dull, pounding ache that was ruthlessly spreading its deceptive fingers throughout his chassis was making itself known more and more, increasing in brutality each time. The cool air lapped at his towering frame, icy tendrils eager to pierce through the thick veil that the overwhelming heat of the monster created.
His ventilations were low and hoarse, rattling throughout his chassis with a muted ferocity that would shock any being that happened to be nearby. It would not, however, concern any of the said beings. No, he was far from having others grant him the mercy and graces of their concern, and he could care less about that grim realization.
Bloodstorm...
A hoarse, strained voice nipped with deceitfully soft yet venomous fangs at the edges of his chaotic reality. Claws tore through the refined metal of the table he was currently seated at, and the aching fire that had tore through his chassis mere joors ago roared to voice its fury. A harsh and unrelenting series of tremors began to assault his powerful and lean frame, further contributing to the attempts of the fire to make him relent beneath their combined force.
He grimaced, feeling the remnants of his sanity beginning to slip, the claws of the beast tearing into the protective shell that had formed around the seclusive corners of his mind. A deep rumble tore through the eerie silence that reigned over the empty room, the sound of his engines displaying their distress. Heat overcame him, making the process of cycling air through his forcefully spread manifolds become increasingly difficult.
Fight it. Do not let this overwhelm you. Stay calm. Control.
Give in. Do it. Do it now.
You know you want to.
Wipe them all out.
The triple changer groaned, talons shredding the thick metal of the desk beneath him. The dull ache in his processor and chassis was beginning to grow stronger, nearly overriding his senses as he struggled to control the dark urges threatening to overwhelm him.
His senses wavered as the faint pneumatic of the doors to the Enforcer base opening caught his audios. No, no, no. No one could be near him right now...he was not in control...
"Bloodstorm." A soft and musical voice appeared beside him, and a cool servo was placed against his overheated chassis.
A low growl rumbled throughout his chassis as he shook his helm, silently warning the intruder to stay away from him.
The grip on his armor tightened to uncomfortable levels as a low hiss sounded. "Stop trying to push me away, triple changer. You know as well as I that I am not leaving."
He forced his optics to online as he turned to level a glare at the intruder through a static-laced haze.
A pair of crimson optics stared back at him, narrowed in clear irritation and the slightest hint of exhaustion. As his optics readjusted themselves, he realized that it was the Seeker femme who had assisted in incapacitating him when he had lost control and nearly attacked all of the Enforcers that worked under him.
A deep growl rumbled in the back of his throat.
Do it.
Do it now!
Kill her.
Kill her!
Bloodstorm vented harshly and turned away, ventilations becoming hoarse and ragged as heat radiated off of his frame in thick and heavy waves.
The Seeker femme scowled and placed petite servos on the sides of his faceplate, forcing him to meet her burning gaze. But before he could, a wave of acid fire washed over his sensor network, and suddenly he was pinning the flier to the desk, fanged dentia bared and wings raised high in dark and demented aggression. Snarling lowly, he loomed over her with his extended talons digging well past thick armor and sinking deep into soft protoform.
She winced and shivered, her cold composure wavering the slightest bit as the considerable weight of the triple changer began to crush and warp her armor. Venting deeply to calm her frayed sensory network, she boldly met his gaze and spoke in a soft and emotionless voice. "Listen to me, Bloodstorm. Everything will be okay. You only need recharge. Do you understand?"
There was a flicker of recognition within the violent scarlet depths before the enormous mech shuddered violently and forced himself off of her. He would have collapsed had the femme not steadied him and assisted him in easing into a seat.
An irritated snarl came from behind the Seeker, and out of the shadows Darkblade appeared. "I would listen to the femme, mech. No matter how much your mind may be unraveling, going against her words will no doubt end in you being eviscerated and her being incarcerated for life."
Bloodstorm let out a shaky exvent, and with a grimace he braced his servos against the desk before him and rose to his pedes, heat radiating in wild waves off of his frame. "Where...are the...others?"
Darkblade grinned slyly, wings twitching as he examined his talons in a lackadaisical manner. "Out and about, you know. Wherever they happen to be."
The Seeker femme shot him a glare - which he merely shrugged off with a haughty flare of his wings - and placed a cool servo on the crimson mech's shoulder panel. "They had some personal errands to take care of. They will be back, of that I can assure you."
The crimson mech turned to face the other mech. "Keep the sedative on you. I am barely in control." As if solidifying his statement, his optics flashed a murderous crimson.
Darkblade vented deeply, leaning against a nearby wall as his engine rumbled. "You need not remind me. Should you give in, I will be ready to tear your neck wiring apart with my needle."
"Keep talking and you will make him snap." The Seeker femme had moved behind the burgundy mech, hitting him in the back of his helm and ignoring the hiss he gave.
Bloodstorm gave a hoarse laugh, not noticing the way her wings flicked up in appreciation. "That is enough, Silverhearth. You need not antagonize the assassin so."
"The assassin has a name," the darkly colored mech growled, snapping at the femme as she made to hit him again. Dark optics smoldering, he glared at the crimson mech with a sudden ferocity as he stalked towards him.
Bloodstorm's optics flickered, and his wings swept back in a wide and aggressive motion. A deep snarl rumbled throughout his broad chassis, and he bared lengthening dentia in a manic expression as his talons twitched as if they were eager to tear into fresh prey.
"Blade..." Silverhearth extended a cautious servo, her voice taking on a stern tone as her optics ridges creased in worry. "I would not approach him at the moment."
"No, Silver. I am fine...for the moment," the triple changer growled softly as he shuddered with a dangerous brutality. His armor rippled as he backed away from the two, turning to brace himself against a nearby desk. "I would say not to antagonize me, but clearly that warning will not work with someone like Darkblade." A heavy vent left his flared manifolds as he shuttered his optics, wings lowering to a neutral position. "What do we have so far?"
Silverhearth stepped forward, moving around Darkblade, who was now seated on the floor in front of her, and took a datapad from her subspace. "We have a few interpretations of the phrases from the riddle we acquired from the Incarcerator, but they seem to lead us nowhere. Perhaps it is only because we are not thinking of the right things."
Bloodstorm ran a clawed servo over his faceplate, seeming to recollect himself before he turned back to them and took the datapad from the femme's servo. A deep rumble came from his engines as he glanced at her. "Where did these interpretations come from?"
"Where do you think? Most came from Darkblade and I, but he helped with the others. We - " Silverhearth stiffened suddenly, her optics glazing over as static roared over her communications link. She faced the crimson mech again, wings twitching to express her regrets. "I apologize profoundly, Bloodstorm, but I am needed elsewhere." She inclined her helm to the burgundy mech as she exited the room.
Darkblade vented heavily as he stood, stretching his wings wide as he made for the door.
The triple changer narrowed molten golden optics as he glared at the retreating mech. "Where do you think you are going, mercenary?"
Dark armor rippling, he glanced over his shoulder. In the dim lighting, it almost looked as if the mech had no optics. "I have business in high places, triple changer." Noticing the way the mech's talons clamped dangerously over the online datapd, Darkblade scoffed and rolled his optics. "Surely you know who assisted Silver and I in decoding the messages. You can go to his residence on your own, can you not?" A twisted smirk curled back his mouthplates to expose his long and pointed dentia. "Or do you not possess the control to do such a thing?"
Bloodstorm waved a servo dismissively. "If that is what suits you, then be my guest. But do not expect me to be the one to explain to the Chief as to why you decided to abandon your post."
Darkblade bared his dentia in a satisfied grin before vanishing from sight.
Letting out a deep exvent, Bloodstorm sunk into his seat and pressed a digit to his communications link. "Jazz, where in the world are you?"
A lone mech stood beneath the dim light of the stellar cycle, servos crossed over a narrow chest that tapered off to a slim waist. An infuriated vent left his flared manifolds as he tapped his digits against his armor, shifting his weight as his optics roamed over the land.
"He is late."
Beside the irritated mech, another appeared, large purple and slit pupil optics burning bright. "Ah, cool ya jets, mech. You shouldn't be talking like that when he ain't here."
"If he was not late, I would not be speaking of him in such a way." The larger mech turned to face the other, and the weak light reflected off of his sleek silver armor. Bright orange optics burned from the darkness within the mech's faceplate as he glared at the smaller.
"You would be wise to watch how you speak of me when I am not present." A deep and rumbling voice sounded in the darkness behind him, and with a relieved vent the silver mech turned.
The mech that had appeared was facing was extremely tall, with sleek obsidian, silver, and crimson armor. Large and powerful wings rose high above him, tipped by blades that glinted dangerously in the dim light. His stance revealed that he was not in a pleasant mood, and that he had no doubt been interrupted from whatever it was that he had been doing.
"How's it goin', boss mech?" A large grin appeared on the smallest mech's faceplate as he spread his clawed servos in a twisted form of a welcome.
Wings flicked in clear irritation as the towering mech bared his dentia in a snarl. "Enough of your games, dealer." He turned to the silver mech, optics burning with a storm of emotions. "Do you have what I desire, Mercury?"
The silver mech nodded once, motioning with a clawed servo to the smaller mech. "If you would, Swindle."
Purple optics burning bright, the illegal arms dealer opened his subspace and pulled out a large metal case. "Everything's in here, boss mech. Just like ya asked."
The Incarcerator grinned, a horrific action full of fanged dentia and sadistic intention. "Excellent. You may leave."
Mercury bowed and Swindle laughed maniacally as he did the same, turning and leaving their superior to his thoughts.
Long and venomous talons traced almost lovingly over the metal case as powerful wings flared.
The plan is coming into motion.
Everything must be put into place accordingly.
For the world as we know it...
...is coming to an end.
Once again, I apologize for the long wait! Some notes:
a.) In Chapter Three, I had said that Darkblade had black optics, but I am thiking about changing it so that he has no optics and is blind. Does anyone know who his father is (the mech I mentioned in the last chapter)?
b.) This Darkblade has no relation to the Darkblade I use in A Spark in the Darkness, where Prowl states that he is the son of Lord Darkblade. That'd just be weird to use that here...
c.) I have yet to hint who the Incarcerator's brothers are. If you've guessed, good for you, but I changed both mechs a lot in order to fit my story. I will say, however, that they are not any of my OCs.
d.) Mercury belongs to me. I don't think that he will get a biography on my profile page, though. Should there be any more of him, would any of you like something like that?
e.) This chapter may be updated in a week or two. I'll let you all know when.
I think that is all for now. Review, pleaze! Let me know what you think and what I can improve! :D