The plot and Paraleasion is mine. I am not making any profit.
Author's note: If you wanna play with any of the other
characters, I don't really care,
they're yours. Just leave Paraleasion to me. Thanks.
Shadoe
The Stalker of Shadows
Chapter 1 - Escape
By: Shadoe
The bars came out easily when she pulled.
She smiled, putting the pieces of metal back in place, red beams surrounding
them again. There, that was done, now to take care of the transformation
lock attached to her ankle.
"Still trying to escape with that crazy plan
of yours?" a male voice from the bottom bunk asked.
"Yes." she replied.
"I could still tell one of the guards." he
said.
"You draw breath to yell for a guard and you'll
be joining the Matrix so fast you won't know what hit you." she threatened.
"Threats will get you nowhere, Paraleasion."
he replied.
"You can still come with me Hygus." Paraleasion
offered.
"Taking off the transformation lock without
the key is death." Hygus stated.
"Good thing you're a medic then." she said,
turning towards him.
"Why?" he asked.
"Because." she grunted, leaping onto the top
bed. "You can teach me to repair now, so you'll be up and running
when yours comes off." She frowned, "Or something like that."
"That's a crazy idea." Hygus said.
"Why?" Paraleasion asked, rustling around,
hiding her crudely made tools.
"You and others are going to die." he responded.
"So?" she said.
"Other transformers could die." he sighed.
Her head popped into his vision, upside down, violet eyes bored.
"That would tear you apart to kill an innocent,
wouldn't it?" she asked.
"Yes," he answered, "Would it bother you?"
"Why do you think I'm here?" Paraleasion replied.
She thought for a few cycles, "As a matter of fact, you should know.
You helped put me in here."
"You returned the favor, half-breed." Hygus
stated.
"Actually, Aurora did." she said.
"Fine, your Mommy did." he taunted.
The next moment Hygus sprawled on the floor, Paraleasion on top of him
holding an energon knife at his throat.
"Let's get this straight. My parents
are dead and I will not allow you or anyone slander their names in front
of me." she said, "Understand?" When he didn't answer she pressed
the knife harder against his neck. "I could cut off your head and
carve out your spark right now. Nobody would know about it and they
really could care less that a murderer died the same way his victims did.
No one would mourn your passing. Not me, not anyone. You'd
just be another body to add to the scrap heap. Do you understand,
Maximal?"
"Yes." he replied nervously.
"Good." she said, backing off, knife still
out. There was a knock at the cell's reinforced door, making it clang
loudly.
"Everything all right in there?" a male voice
asked. Hygus opened his mouth to say 'no' but Paraleasion is on him,
knife biting deeply under the plate and into the voice box below.
"Everything is just fine." Paraleasion responded,
narrowing her eyes in warning at the other bot.
"Sure?" he inquired.
"Absolutely." she said.
"Okay." he replied, footsteps continuing down
the hallway. Paraleasion waited until she could not hear him and
the sounds from the other inmates filled her ears. She turned her
attention back to Hygus, face set in disapproval.
"I warned you Hygus, now you leave me no choice."
she told him. Hygus grabbed the smaller bot my the waist and hurled
her against the wall in a desperate attempt. She hit the wall with
a sharp thud, slide down the wall and sat in a dazed stupor for a few nanoclicks.
Hygus charged at her with the knife from his throat in hand, not noticing
that she had brought her knees up to her chest. He slammed into her
only to be kicked backwards. She smashed his hand with the knife
on the floor repeatedly, making it numb and lose grip on the weapon.
She picked up the knife and sawed at the transformation lock device on
her ankle. It took a few cycles but finally came off.
"Warning, escape in progress. All units
report to stations." a bored computerized voice informed the guards and
other inmates. Paraleasion went over to the window, jerked the bars
out and attempted to crawl out. Hygus grabbed her ankle and pulled.
"Primus, you are persistent." Paraleasion
spat as she tumbled back into the room. Determined to escape, she
took the knife, burying it in Hygus' chest and pulled it across, causing
a gash that forced him to let go. Paraleasion scrambled out of the
window as Hygus attempted to stop the rapid flow of mech-fluid from the
wound. She slipped into
the shadows and disappeared without a trace.
"Open the door or we'll break it down." a guard
yelled. When no one complied the door burst open and the guards swarmed
into the cell. None of them made any attempt to help the Maximal
prisoner as he slowly died. Hygus shuddered one last time and perished.
One of the guards spat on the body while another kicked it.
"Murdering bastard." one of them muttered.
"Lets go. There's nothing for us to do now.
The rest is up to the cleanup crews and the police." the lead guard said.
>
In the spaceport, two watchbots nodded at each
other as they walk past one another, not noticing the dense patch in the
nearby shadow. The area was nearly deserted at this time of night,
the only ones around are the watchbots and the four legged
companions that sniff the cargo for any illegal drugs. Unfortunately,
these animals were not aggressive and would not rush into a foray to protect
their handlers.
Clank.
"Did you hear that Beum?" a green and yellow
bot asked her partner, who was engrossed in a magazine.
"Hear what?" the red and blue bot responded, looking
up.
"That noise." she asked.
"The only thing I hear is you talking, Vena."
Beum replied.
"Whatever." Vena sighed, "But I'm pretty sure
I heard something."
"It's probably a rat or something." he said.
"You're probably right but I'm going to see."
she replied, disappearing around the corner of the guard station.
"Women, they're so paranoid." Beum muttered,
returning to his reading.
Vena walked between the stacked metal crates,
shining her light into the deepest shadows, looking for any sign of intruders.
She spotted an old bot huddling between two crates, trying to avoid detection.
"What are you doing here?" she asked.
"I'm trying to get home." he answered.
Vena eyed the transformer suspiciously but he looked harmless enough.
"Where do you live?" she inquired.
"I don't remember." he replied.
"Okay, why don't you come with me and we'll
get you home." she promised,
holding her hand out to lead him away. He
looked at the offered hand for a moment and shook his head. Vena
sighed, and turned back the way she came, sure he would follow.
"Where are we going?" he asked.
"To the guard station so we can get you home."
Vena responded.
"Oh, okay." he said. She shook her head,
pitying the old bot That was one thing she really didn't want to
get when she got older was what humans called 'Alzheimer's disease.'
This form gradually corroded the memory circuits until it claimed it's
victim. There was no known cure because it had appeared just
recently. Vena rounded the corner of the guard station and approached
the seated form of her partner, who's back was to her.
"Beum. Hey Beum." Vena said. She
frowned.
"What's wrong?" the old bot asked.
"Stay here." she ordered, approaching her
partner. "Beum?" She got close enough to grab the chair and
turn it towards her. Beum's sightless eyes stared up at her, his
face a mask of surprise and fear. A gaping hold that drips mech-fluid,
shows where his spark once was. Vena gasped, hand moving to her weapon
but never making it. A small matte black femme bot leaped out of
the shadows, ripping the gun from it's holster and knocking Vena down.
The bot slashed out at the watchwoman, creating shallow wounds. Vena
was frozen in fear, helpless while the attacker killed her. They
mysterious bot stood after cleaning the knife and putting the weapon away.
She looked behind her and saw the old transformer. He teetered over
to Beum, looking him over, then Vena and finally looked at the other bot.
"Well, they're dead." he commented.
"Yeah, I know." she replied.
"Really. How?" he asked.
"Easy. I killed them." she answered.
"Oh, okay." he said, "Ya know, they're dead."
"You already said that." she pointed out.
"Really? I couldn't remember." he said.
"Right. Well, I'll be going now." she
said.
"How am I supposed to get home? That
lady bot said she'd help me get home." he stated. She blinked at
him, considering what to do.
"I'll call a cab for you." she offered, picking
up the phone and dialing the number.
"Cybertron Cab Service, how may I help you?"
a femme voice asked from the other end of the phone line.
"Uh, yes. I need someone to pick up
an elderly bot down at the spaceport guard station." she said.
"Okay, a cab will be there within the next
megacycle to pick him up." the voice answered.
"Thank you." she said, hanging up. "There,
someone will be here to pick you up in a little while."
"Such a nice girl. What is your name
dear?" he asked.
"Paraleasion." she answered, knowing she had
better leave soon. When the cab driver would get there the only one
to alive would be the old bot. He would get the blame for the two
deaths and she would be long gone.
"Thank you." he said.
"You're welcome." she replied cheerfully,
going to the tarmac. There she planned to steal a ship and track
down those who had put her in jail. A small gray shuttle had caught
her eye and she walked over to it cautiously. Nobody was around but
she was still cautious. The door opened easily after she picked the
lock. The inside was nice, not a luxury shuttle but not one that
was falling apart either. She went inside, looking at the interior
in awe, door hissing shut behind her. The short hallway led to the
main control room, where she sat down and got the ship ready for flight.
"This is The Icarus requesting permission
to enter the runway." Paraleasion said into the radio.
"Runway clear, go ahead Icarus." the
radio replied. She piloted the craft over to the entrance of the
strip effortlessly.
"The Icarus requesting permission to
takeoff." she said.
"Permission granted." the radio replied. Paraleasion
revved up the motors, speeding down the runway and lifting off.