[]Yay, another chapter done! This one is slightly darker, and unfortunately I had no space in it for Starscream DX Don't worry though, he'll be in the next chapter. Enjoy![]
Richelle paces slowly into the medical bay, the place for her appointment with Scalpel. The room is huge for someone as small as her, which makes her feel a bit uncomfortable. Big rooms or living things that are taller then herself always make her feel awkward, yet she learned to deal with it. That doesn't mean she doesn't feel it anymore, more like she surpresses the feeling and doesn't show how she really feels.
Curiously she studies the room and takes in the things she sees. There are lots of weird stuff and big tables for wounded Cybertronians to lie on. Computers and electronics were all over the place. It looks somewhat creepy, actually.
Richelle has stopped in her tracks to examine the room with her eyes and doesn't notice the small robot behind her.
"Zhou muz' be ze pazient."
With a startled scream, the girl jumps around and looks down at where the sound had came from, "Who are you!"
"I'm ze doctor!" it exclaims, sounding almost excited about it.
"Wait, are you Scalpel?" Richelle cocks her head slightly to the side as she takes in the sight of the little robot. After all the things she heard about him, she didn't expect it to be a small spider like robot.
The little Decepticon begins to make his way towards one of the smaller operation tables, the ones that are used for the not so tall Cybertronians, "Zhat's me!" His tone was neither kind nor mean.
Not quite sure of what to do, and still a bit surprised, the blonde follows him to the operation table. He prepares things of which the purpose is unknown to her. She just watches, curious about what he was going to do with her exactly.
"Lie down." The spider bot orders her boldly.
Richelle crosses her arms, "I don't hear a please."
Thanks to this reply, the Con stops immediately with what he was doing and turns around, looking sternly at her, "Megatron zold me zou are diffizuls. We will zo zhis ze easy or hard way, your choize."
'Sheesh, such an annoying accent he has. I can barely understand him!" Richelle thinks, meanwhile considering if she would make this easy for him or not. On one side, what could such a small one do to her anyway? On the other, she heard lots of stories about him and being relentless.
"Well?" Scalpel awaits her reply.
"Fine!" It sounds like she actually doesn't want to, but there is a great chance this would make it easier for both of them. Besides, suffering wasn't what she had planned for tonight.
Carefully, she hops onto the cold and hard metal table and lies down on her back. Placing her hands to rest on her tummy, Richelle tries to relax, "There's just one condition: you will tell me what you're going to do before you do it."
"Fine wiz me."
-About two hours later-
Richelle p.o.v.
I stare at myself in the small mirror the docbot had given me. Dang, did I change a lot! Not only thanks to what Scalpel did to me, just in general. I seem older and my eyes are serious now, instead of happy like before. There are a few scars here and there, but nothing too bad. The only thing that's still the same was my light skincolor. I didn't even have pimples anymore! Which was a good thing, actually.
I then inspect my hair that has just been dyed. It's bright red now. I wasn't allowed to choose the color, they had done that already. Not sure why they chose red though. I'm just glad they didn't use anything like blue or pink! That would have been awful.
Scalpel had also ordered me to use make up once I live "alone", so people won't recognize me. Problem is, I seriously hate to use make up. It's nasty.
"Are zhou done zyet!"
Ugh, that annoying accent.
"As a matter of fact, I am, yes." I smile sarcastically at him as I hand him the mirror. With those small... hands(?)... of him, he takes it.
"So, can I go now?" Asking him with a hopeful look, I'm preparing myself to jump off the table.
"Not zyet, human."
Confusion and curiosity takes over, "Why not?"
"Zhere's one ozher zhing I has zo do." He looks like he's searching for something.
"And that is?" Trying to raise an eyebrow, which fails, I wait for him to find what he's searching for.
The small Decepticon takes a device with a needle on it along with a translucent paper with the Decepticon symbol on it, then gets on the table through using a small platform that brings him up.
"Megatron wants zou tzo know whiz side zou're on."
"Eh?" Slightly backing away and not taking my eyes off that needle I demand more explenation.
It glares at me, "Zit still, zhen it won'z hurz much."
I comply, not wanting to have too much pain. Whatever he's going to do, I'm quite sure I won't like it. Needles hurt, and that's why I hate them.
Scalpel comes closer and lifts my shirt up a bit. What's he going to do! After he laid the bottom of my shirt down on my chest, he forces the waistband from my pants down a bit at the side of my right hip. I feel so exposed right now... and it's effing cold.
Flinching in surprise as he puts the paper on my hip, I suddenly think I know what he's about to do. And believe me, I am not happy with it.
"A-are you going to give me a tattoo!"
"Very good obzervance, human. It's zhe only way zo give zou zhe Decepzicon symbol." The Con takes the paper away again and a blue colored symbol is now on my hip.
"But you have to shave and clean the place you're going to put a tattoo on first, you idiot!" I'd do anything, just everything, to not get a tattoo. Alright, I might be considered one of them by now, but marking me for life is just too much!
The doctor seems to think for a moment, jumps of the table and comes back a few minutes later with a shaver and wet cloth, "Here zou go. Be zuick."
I take the shaver with a shivering hand and press the button. A buzzing noise fills the room and I shave my hip while shaking a lot. I do not want a tattoo, I do not want a tattoo... I just do NOT! But what can I do?
I know what I can do...
As I throw the shaver at Scalpel, I quickly jump off the table and make a run towards the exit. If I'm able to hide from him until tomorrow, I might be able to leave without having that symbol engraved on my body!
Of course, the small robot did not follow me, just like expected. His legs are too small to be able to catch up with me! I smile as I leave the medical bay, feeling victorious already. Well, I did, until I ran against something big, cold and hard.
"Ouch..." My hands go up to my nose to find it bleeding. "Just what I needed."
"Why in such a hurry, fleshling?"
I freeze. That was Megatron.
Stuttering a lot, I lie: "Scalpel was done and well, I wanted to go show Starscream my new Decepticon symbol..."
His big claw lifts me off the ground and puts me on the other. One of his fingers goes to my hip, and I'm starting to panic. If he finds out I don't have it yet, I'm doomed! But unfortunately, Megatron pulls my pants down a bit using just one finger, and growls as he sees there's nothing there. He tries the other side as well, but of course, there's nothing.
Without any words, the Lord of the Decepticons brings me back into the medical bay. I've got no chance on escaping now. Nonchalantly he throws me on the table and pain soars through my back as I hit it while blood from my nose covers my face.
One of his big claws pins me down, making sure I can't escape.
I glare at Scalpel, "You called him, didn't you!"
"I zold zou, easy or hard way." The doctor gets on the metal table again, with a new piece of paper.
Almost singing it, I say: "You first have to clean the spot."
"Silence, human."
My head shots up at Megatron's stern voice. I have a feeling he's mad.
All of a sudden I feel something wet on my right hip and I look to see Scalpel indeed cleaning the spot. Why'd he do that? I thought he didn't care.
After that's done, he puts the new piece of translucent paper on my skin and removes it a bit later. The needle comes closer and I start to struggle in fear. I do not want a tattoo!
"I thought you were braver than that." Megatron sounds like he's enjoying this while his claw is keeping a firm grip on me.
As I felt pain and heard some kind of noise I knew that Scalpel had began with making the tattoo. And I tell you, it HURT! Out of reflex I tried to get my hip away from the pain, but Megatron made sure I couldn't move it.
I groan in pain. It's hard to describe how it really felt, actually. Kind of burning, literally like someone is putting a needle in your skin a thousand times. All I can tell is that it seriously doesn't feel pleasant.
Only good thing now is that my nose stopped bleeding. Finally.
-An hour later-
The pain suddenly stopped and my eyes shot upen. Was he finally done? I take a look at my hip, and there it was. A completely black Decepticon symbol on a now pretty red and irritated skin. I groan as the spot still feels sore and painful.
"Now that wasn't so bad, was it." Our leader is seriously teasing me, isn't he?
"Just shut up." I mutter as I fall back on the cold metal, groaning again, this time out of irritation.
When I feel something touching my hip once more, I look down and see Scalpel covering the new tattoo with something like a bandage, "At least you know how to take care of it. Say, do you have lotion too? Else the tattoo will be messed up and ugly in a few weeks."
The Con seems to nod and leaves the table, most likely to go get it. At least, that's my guess.
The face of Megatron comes closer to mine and I look up at him, a bit afraid he'll do something to me, but I don't show it, "I'm glad you finally accepted your fate, fleshling."
"It's not like I had a lot of choice." Rolling my eyes, I sigh. "I hate you, Megatron."
[]This chapter was fun but hard to write (why? I seriously don't know anything about tattoo's... had to do research to make sure it was written well). Perhaps even the best chapter in the whole story so far. Please review to tell me what you think of it and to keep me motivated to write? :3 (And to tell me if I did Scalpel's accent right... I've never written accents before...)
I hope you guys like that it got a bit darker, btw. If not, feel free to tell me. I am always willing to improve. ^^[]
