Amity-Star: Hello my friends and humble reviewers. Thank you for the
reviews! Anyways, enough with the chatter, on with the story.
Disclaimer: I don't own Caitlin, who belongs to Dual Mistress K, and Transformers Armada. I only own Dawn and my fellow authoress, Torika_Blayde, owns Shadowlocks. Between us, we own the Nikkitacons, but they won't be present very much in this fic.
~^*^~ Chapter 6: The Shopping Disaster. ~^*^~
Shadowlocks was pacing. It had been two days since the new girl, Caitlin, had arrived and arranged for everyone to go shopping to buy clothes and other human necessities for their little 'trip' away from their bodies.
At this very moment, and the reason to why Shadowlocks was pacing, was because she was scheduled to go for a trip with the two humans.
A sudden thought crossed her mind and she ran for the chance.
Looking up and down the hall to see if the coast was clear, she grinned in delight as she sprinted down length of it, only to get tackled by one of the humans.
Caitlin stood there in all her proud glory. Today she wore dark blue jeans with a white blouse with the words 'On Duty' in big black bold letters. "Good morning sunshine!!!" she said with a hint of malic in her use of words. Behind her appeared Dawn, her black hair up in yet another pony-tail and wearing the same orange suite as the day she turned human.
Smiling evilly at her fallen comrade, she helped her up and grabbed one of her shoulders, as did Caitlin, and they both dragged Shadowlocks away, towards the entrance of the base, the girl in their grip kicking and screaming, tearing at her captors' hand and anything else she could get her hands on.
***
Optimus let go of the laughter that was threatening to erupt from the bowls of his lungs. Upon releasing that little amount of air from his lungs, several others joined in, echoing around the base in which the former Nikkitacon Captain had been dragged out, only to get hit on the head by her fellow team mate and higher ranking officer, Dawn.
***
Shadowlocks woke up with the headache to end all headaches. She was in a dark room, strapped to a chair that seemed to be bathed in only one light that hung above her, casting a yellow circle around her entity.
A sudden voice cut through the air like a knife. "The works. Yes, that would do fine for someone such as herself. Yes."
Shadowlocks looked around and her eyes narrowed when she got ready for a battle. "Decepticons." She said with a voice full of hatred and loathing.
"Do it. She will have to fit in." came another voice that was highly familiar, well, I mean, she did have to share quarters with her for the passed five years.
"What do you mean." Said the first voice.
"Well, um, she is, um, the head cheerleader." Came a voice that sounded like Caitlin.
Shadowlocks' head snapped up as her eyes narrowed even more, if they could. "There working for them?!!! I should have known!" she said as she glared at the darkness that veiled her in a shroud of secrecy and lies.
As soon as these words were spoken from her mouth, white hot lights came to life, replacing that of the little yellow light.
Infront of her stood a team of maybe fifty or so woman holding various weapons of mass pain and torture.
Taking a deep breath into her solid lungs, she released a scream and thrashed in her seat.
"You know, she doesn't seem like a cheerleader." Said a man in a long green coat with black pants.
Caitlin and Dawn exchanged looks of uncertainty and laughed nervously. "Ya! Right!" they said in unison as they waved the sentence away.
***
Hot Shot was now, instead of Shadowlocks a few hours earlier, pacing outside the entrance to the base and looked at the time on the wall. Passed ten at night.
Optimus looked at his younger friend and tried to calm him down. "It's alright Hot Shot. You and I both know Dawn and Caitlin, they would never do anything to Shadowlocks." Optimus said placing a hand on his comrades shoulder.
Hot Shot looked up at his leader, his blue eyes full of worry. Smiling on the outside, he was sighing in defeat on the inside. "I know Optimus, but, well, Shadowlocks feels like a sister to me. Like the little sister I never had." He sighed as the doors opened.
Both formers looked at the three figure that stepped out of the light. One was Caitlin, a hand full of large, expensive looking bags under and hanging off her arms with no doubt more expensive cloths. But the other two looked completely different from what they left with.
There, on Caitlin's left was Dawn, her previously long hair was cut into shoulder length layered hair, dyed a sandy brown with honey-blonde streaks, that had two bangs hanging at the side of her face. Her outfit consisted of hip hugger, dark blue jeans with a black no-sleeved shirt with letters 'Mine' in italic and white sparkle script.
Optimus could only look on in shock as she stopped her chat with Caitlin and look at Optimus. Seeing him stare at her, she blushed scarlet and shook her head, getting a grip on herself. "Uh, hi guys? Um, you like?" she asked uncertainly as they walked down the hall and towards the control room. Well, Dawn, Optimus and Caitlin.
Hot Shot and the new Shadowlocks stared at each other, actually Hot Shot was doing the staring, Shadowlocks was staring at her feet. Her purple hair was cut shoulder length as well, with metallic green streaks with a few white strands and a white fringe. She wore black jeans with a black sleeveless top with the numbers '07' on the front with the words: 'Death Will Come to Those Who Wait'.
Hot Shot looked at his 'sister' and grinned his trade-mark grin. "Whoa, nice job. I hope they do something like this to me. Wait, that didn't sound right. Um, let's re-phrase that; I hope that I will look good." Hot Shot said as he laughed, earning a swift punch in the shoulder from Shadowlocks. Clutching his injured shoulder, he pouted in her direction.
"That is for reminding me of the torture they put me through." She glared at him as they turned into the control room. "But, I haven't seen myself, well, what I look like anyway. I kinda knocked myself out on what the humans call a hair dryer." She said as she rubbed her head where Hot Shot suspected the hair dryer to have attacked.
Shadowlocks' scream came out gurgled as she stared at the herself in the reflection off one of the walls. Her long hair was different. Her clothes were different. And she felt different. Hot Shot looked at her worriedly as he saw her face twist into one of shock. "Shadow? Are you alright?" he asked as she turned to him, her face filled with shadows.
All of a sudden her face lit up and she was leaping five feet into the air in joy. "I LOVE IT!!!" she said as she touched her face.
Hot Shot grinned and turned into the control room, looking forward to the day that was soon to come.
~^*^~
Amity-Star: There. Done. But I'm not finished yet. Just sit around and pretty soon a new chapter will be put up. But, for the time being. . .
*Blessed Be!!!
Disclaimer: I don't own Caitlin, who belongs to Dual Mistress K, and Transformers Armada. I only own Dawn and my fellow authoress, Torika_Blayde, owns Shadowlocks. Between us, we own the Nikkitacons, but they won't be present very much in this fic.
~^*^~ Chapter 6: The Shopping Disaster. ~^*^~
Shadowlocks was pacing. It had been two days since the new girl, Caitlin, had arrived and arranged for everyone to go shopping to buy clothes and other human necessities for their little 'trip' away from their bodies.
At this very moment, and the reason to why Shadowlocks was pacing, was because she was scheduled to go for a trip with the two humans.
A sudden thought crossed her mind and she ran for the chance.
Looking up and down the hall to see if the coast was clear, she grinned in delight as she sprinted down length of it, only to get tackled by one of the humans.
Caitlin stood there in all her proud glory. Today she wore dark blue jeans with a white blouse with the words 'On Duty' in big black bold letters. "Good morning sunshine!!!" she said with a hint of malic in her use of words. Behind her appeared Dawn, her black hair up in yet another pony-tail and wearing the same orange suite as the day she turned human.
Smiling evilly at her fallen comrade, she helped her up and grabbed one of her shoulders, as did Caitlin, and they both dragged Shadowlocks away, towards the entrance of the base, the girl in their grip kicking and screaming, tearing at her captors' hand and anything else she could get her hands on.
***
Optimus let go of the laughter that was threatening to erupt from the bowls of his lungs. Upon releasing that little amount of air from his lungs, several others joined in, echoing around the base in which the former Nikkitacon Captain had been dragged out, only to get hit on the head by her fellow team mate and higher ranking officer, Dawn.
***
Shadowlocks woke up with the headache to end all headaches. She was in a dark room, strapped to a chair that seemed to be bathed in only one light that hung above her, casting a yellow circle around her entity.
A sudden voice cut through the air like a knife. "The works. Yes, that would do fine for someone such as herself. Yes."
Shadowlocks looked around and her eyes narrowed when she got ready for a battle. "Decepticons." She said with a voice full of hatred and loathing.
"Do it. She will have to fit in." came another voice that was highly familiar, well, I mean, she did have to share quarters with her for the passed five years.
"What do you mean." Said the first voice.
"Well, um, she is, um, the head cheerleader." Came a voice that sounded like Caitlin.
Shadowlocks' head snapped up as her eyes narrowed even more, if they could. "There working for them?!!! I should have known!" she said as she glared at the darkness that veiled her in a shroud of secrecy and lies.
As soon as these words were spoken from her mouth, white hot lights came to life, replacing that of the little yellow light.
Infront of her stood a team of maybe fifty or so woman holding various weapons of mass pain and torture.
Taking a deep breath into her solid lungs, she released a scream and thrashed in her seat.
"You know, she doesn't seem like a cheerleader." Said a man in a long green coat with black pants.
Caitlin and Dawn exchanged looks of uncertainty and laughed nervously. "Ya! Right!" they said in unison as they waved the sentence away.
***
Hot Shot was now, instead of Shadowlocks a few hours earlier, pacing outside the entrance to the base and looked at the time on the wall. Passed ten at night.
Optimus looked at his younger friend and tried to calm him down. "It's alright Hot Shot. You and I both know Dawn and Caitlin, they would never do anything to Shadowlocks." Optimus said placing a hand on his comrades shoulder.
Hot Shot looked up at his leader, his blue eyes full of worry. Smiling on the outside, he was sighing in defeat on the inside. "I know Optimus, but, well, Shadowlocks feels like a sister to me. Like the little sister I never had." He sighed as the doors opened.
Both formers looked at the three figure that stepped out of the light. One was Caitlin, a hand full of large, expensive looking bags under and hanging off her arms with no doubt more expensive cloths. But the other two looked completely different from what they left with.
There, on Caitlin's left was Dawn, her previously long hair was cut into shoulder length layered hair, dyed a sandy brown with honey-blonde streaks, that had two bangs hanging at the side of her face. Her outfit consisted of hip hugger, dark blue jeans with a black no-sleeved shirt with letters 'Mine' in italic and white sparkle script.
Optimus could only look on in shock as she stopped her chat with Caitlin and look at Optimus. Seeing him stare at her, she blushed scarlet and shook her head, getting a grip on herself. "Uh, hi guys? Um, you like?" she asked uncertainly as they walked down the hall and towards the control room. Well, Dawn, Optimus and Caitlin.
Hot Shot and the new Shadowlocks stared at each other, actually Hot Shot was doing the staring, Shadowlocks was staring at her feet. Her purple hair was cut shoulder length as well, with metallic green streaks with a few white strands and a white fringe. She wore black jeans with a black sleeveless top with the numbers '07' on the front with the words: 'Death Will Come to Those Who Wait'.
Hot Shot looked at his 'sister' and grinned his trade-mark grin. "Whoa, nice job. I hope they do something like this to me. Wait, that didn't sound right. Um, let's re-phrase that; I hope that I will look good." Hot Shot said as he laughed, earning a swift punch in the shoulder from Shadowlocks. Clutching his injured shoulder, he pouted in her direction.
"That is for reminding me of the torture they put me through." She glared at him as they turned into the control room. "But, I haven't seen myself, well, what I look like anyway. I kinda knocked myself out on what the humans call a hair dryer." She said as she rubbed her head where Hot Shot suspected the hair dryer to have attacked.
Shadowlocks' scream came out gurgled as she stared at the herself in the reflection off one of the walls. Her long hair was different. Her clothes were different. And she felt different. Hot Shot looked at her worriedly as he saw her face twist into one of shock. "Shadow? Are you alright?" he asked as she turned to him, her face filled with shadows.
All of a sudden her face lit up and she was leaping five feet into the air in joy. "I LOVE IT!!!" she said as she touched her face.
Hot Shot grinned and turned into the control room, looking forward to the day that was soon to come.
~^*^~
Amity-Star: There. Done. But I'm not finished yet. Just sit around and pretty soon a new chapter will be put up. But, for the time being. . .
*Blessed Be!!!