Gore warning again! Midnight is an unforgiving killing machine. That is for sure.
Below me, Sunstreaker raced through the sea of cars on the highway and continued at a high rate of speed. Confusion trickled through with irritation taking over as I was forced to quicken my wing strokes. He was going to catch attention, police attention, if he wen-.
Out of nowhere, an inner force nearly knocked me out of the sky. A frightening danger droned inside of my head and caused me to stop in place. My eyes snapped in every which way in search of what caused the danger bells to go off. Nothing could be seen or heard except the roaring engine of Sunstreaker's vehicle form.
Dread bubbled over internally as terror gripped me tightly. What was going on?! I failed to notice in the first few times of scanning for the source the growing hoard of Jasper vehicles. Above them, at least five jets soar through the sky, heading straight towards us. Where did they come from? Why did my extra sense just alert me of the impending army?
Instead of hovering there like an idiot, I wildly pumped down my wings to gain speed and be able to catch up with Sunstreaker. His form was fleeing the hoard with the kid still in his vehicle form. Is that why he began to drive fast? Ugh! Then why didn't he tell me or something of the large group?!
A vicious mix within between the sudden massive amount of fear and slowly growing anger. Just what I need to take down Jasper and the Decepticons following us.
I dove down once catching up to the tin can and allowed myself to be seen. "We got company if you didn't know!" my voice was hopefully heard over the roaring wind between us.
His engine sputtered at my words. "What?! We're close though. Keep going. I just contacted my brother a few moments ago. Him and the others will be here soon." My extra sense droned on and alerted me we didn't have enough time for them to come to our rescue.
A growl sounded from my throat as rage began to even out with the fear. "We don't have time. Keep going and keep the kid safe. I mean it!" I took a sharp right to start heading towards the growing army.
It was my time to shine and show off all that I had.
My mind wandered over to a form that Jasper was very familiar with: my nightmare form. For battles like these, I used the more powerful, more deadly form to take down massive groups like this. And it was going to aid me in my time of need so I initiated the shift.
First off for the shift, my body enlarged itself to stand at a whopping nine feet or so. A double set of claws grew from in between my knuckles, just as deadly as the first set. Two extra wings sprouted from my back, quickening my pace. On top of my head, the horns multiplied twice to create a crown of some sorts, giving me a scarier look as well.
At the corner of my mouth, four pair of teeth grew; two on the top and two on the bottom. Needle like spikes grew from the bottom of my neck, all the way down to tip of my tail; ranging in length, depending where they sat. The scales, too, became more apparent and added to the scary factor of this form.
Shifting into this form wasn't painful, it felt natural, normal to so. It, also, released a fiery hatred within, fueling the fire inside of me even more. I was ready to kill all that stand in my way and wasn't afraid to do so.
A deafening roar pierced the sky as flames covered my body. Two fire balls grew in my hands as I readied myself to take on Jasper and the Decepticons.
Once seeing the flaming body of my nightmarish form, everyone on the ground came to a screeching halt. The jets in the sky continued forward and began to fire some more plasma shots or whatever they are at me. I immediately went on the defensive side and went into a straight dive towards the ground. Let's test their mobility skills, shall we?
The seven jets followed me like a lost puppy, guns still firing in hope of blasting me out of the sky. One of them was lucky enough to hit the top right wing and cause minimal damage to it. Only a slight sting sprouted from the newly inquired wound. The pain actually fueled my hatred towards them and the humans on the sky.
With the two extra appendages, it lessened the time needed to pull up from the ground. Jets, even if they were aliens, don't have a great turning radius at high speeds and we were clocking about two-hundred miles per hour. They also don't really have any breaks like me.
All of them seemed too focused me to notice the ground quickly approaching. At the very last moment, I unfurled my four wings to catch the wind hurling at me. They whirled past me, nearly taking me out. The jets then realized what was below them and attempted to pull up while putting on full after burner. For two of them, it was just enough for them to skim their underbellies on the concrete.
The others crashed into the ground below like lawn darts. Okay, five down, two to go. That was a great accomplishment to me. My wing muscles on the other hand burned from the strain of trying to stop at a high-rate of speed. I shook it off and went after the two leftover aliens still alive.
I passed over the group of Jasper soldiers on the ground who were waiting for me to tire. Some took the opportunity to fire their guns attached to the vehicles. All except one shot missed me, said bullet struck me in the hip, one of the worse places possible. Thankfully, it went all the way through instead of staying there and causing more trouble.
My wings faltered from the overwhelming pain of the bullet wound. Not even my adrenaline could wash away the agony. It still fueled the two fire balls in my hand.
They continued to shoot at me, in weak attempts to hit me. I went in for another round, this time sending the two balls down at them. They scrambled to get away from the inevitable and only tripped over their own feet.
On impact, the two spheres created chaos. One had hit a Jasper vehicle, igniting the gas inside of it. The explosion caused a domino effect around it. Three other military styled jeeps exploded, killing a small amount of soldiers who were too closer. Another small victory for me. But there were still a good seventy or so Jasper soldiers still alive.
Plasma shots barely missed me as the jets resumed their attack on me. More gunfire rang from below. I needed to give me some space or their tactic was going to work.
Blood poured from the opened wound on my hip. The pain was unnerving me and causing me to lose focus on the battle around me. To stay on track, I shook my head to clear my slowly blurring vision and started to gain altitude.
Jasper's guns were powerful, they had to be if they wanted to take me down or kill me. The guns also had a good range on them but always have their limits. The further you are away from a moving target, the harder it is to hit said target.
All four wings gripped onto the air to push me forward. Until I willed them to back into a small dive. The Decepticons were waiting for this, just like I though. I latched onto the nearest one and used the double set of claws to tear into the armor.
The robot transformed to get me off of its body. I climbed to its back and dug like a madwomen for its spine, an important part for a human. Hopefully the same for a Cybertronian.
Its screech caused my ears to ring as a headache began to rise. A small side affect from continuously using my powers with now break and the loud noises don't help at all. I didn't stop and ripped at energon lines and other important looking things until it stopped.
Both of us were now falling towards earth now, Gravity drawing us back. I wasted no time though and leapt over to the other jet. This time, I spat a large glob of acid-venom on its body and got to work and destroying it.
Unlike its buddy, the Decepticon wildly flew to try and shake me off. This is where my double set claws came in handy once more. The acid ate away at the armor, easily breaching past the outer shell of the robotic jet.
The Decepticon finally stopped moving and fell along its partner towards earth. I released my hold on it and went into a slow dive, knowing my wings couldn't handle another abrupt stop.
Soldiers started to fire up at me again after seeing their helpers lose against me. Exhaustion was catching up with and made my reaction times slower. Another bullet pierced the top right wing muscle, drawing a cry of pain from me. I push through the torment and allowed for cold to rush the tips of my fingers.
More bullets zipped past and getting a little too close for comfort. I gritted my teeth and threw down nearly ounce of cold energy to the ground. This battle was dragging out and taking up too much my energy and time.
Long, deadly shards of ice grew at rapid rates and impaled any unsuspecting Jasper soldier. To ensure all the ones here were truly dead, I picked up any fleeing person and used the large icicles as human kabobs. Their blood staining the blue rods red.
I landed at the edge of the battle field with my legs barely able to support me. My chest heaved as my lungs worked over time to get me the needed oxygen after this difficult fight. The wound on my hip stung painful from the added weight of me landing.
Behind me, the roaring of powerful engines catch me slightly off guard. I kept my body facing forward and only turned my head to glance at who was approaching.
Sunstreaker's yellow vehicle form raced toward me. Before he got within twenty feet, he stopped and transformed. His glowing eyes surveyed the chaos around him. The dead bodies littering the ground. Fires somehow staying alive with barely any fuel. Humans stuck on giant icicles. And I standing there, ready to collapse.
Other vehicles rolled up behind me and transformed as well. I was too out of it to react and watched as Sunstreaker carefully approached me. "Midnight?" he called, timid as if checking if it was truly me.
As the energy left me, my body shifted back into its friendlier form. My legs were no longer able to hold my body's weight and gave out. Sunstreaker was just close enough to catch me before I could hit the ground. An action that seemed not very like him. I lazily took note of the buzz in my chest had nearly tenfold by being in contact with him.
Our eyes met, mine were hooded over as the lack of energy made me beyond tired. The tin can lifted me up and somewhat cradled me in his grasp. A caring moving. "Are you okay?"
Out of the corner of my eye, the other robots made their way over to us. I wasn't able to say anything as a darkness clouded my vision and drew me away from the real world.
My conscience floated around the inky blackness of my new surroundings. Did I die? What a pathetic way to die? Wait-the kid! Was she okay? She wasn't with Sunstreaker or any of the other Cybertronians. After all of this, if she wasn't safe, I was going to kill someone. Well, I already did that. A lot of someone's and some robots.
Safe.
Huh?! Confusion and fright raced through as another voice sliced through the silence. Comfort flashed as an emotion for me even it wasn't my own before fading. I then fought against the suffocating darkness. I needed to get out here. Now!
It wasn't safe here, the opposite of the voice, not in my mind. And I had to ensure Anna was safe and alive. If Sunstreaker gotten her killed, I was going to kill him instead.
The inky darkness tried to pull me back as I swam/fought against. A light shone off in the distance, becoming my main goal.
My muscles ached the closer I got to the light as the agony in my hip increased. So I wasn't dead, just in a very deep sleep. Those rarely happen. The only times they was when I used every ounce of my powers or my body had taken too much damage to heal while awake. A coma, my body would put me in a coma.
A gasp tore at my throat as my eyes snapped open to taken in my surroundings. White, everything was white. I painful sat up and scanned the room I seemed to be in. A hospital style room. Where was I? Where was Annabelle?!
I pulled at the medical equipment attached to me and went to stand on my feet. Moving my hip caused agony to explode from the wound. A cry/growl passed my lips as the equipment beeped wildly, alerting to a non-existent danger.
Then, I noticed the specialized suit was gone and in its place a blue hospital gown. This was so degrading. It didn't bother as much as any other human would since I was use to being naked. Shifting tears clothes and they don't magically come back like in the movies.
Sounds of pounding feet outside, caused me to sit up straight, unsure of whoever was approaching. Four humans breached the door, eyes locking onto mine. My lips curled up as I went into a defensive mode. I pushed off the cot to face the medical team but instead fell to the floor.
The wound's pain only tenfold from movement. One of humans timidly came up to me, clearly scared of me but wanting help nevertheless. He held out a hand for me to take, muscles tense as if waiting for me pounce.
Instead of hurting like he thought I was going to do, I gripped the side of the cot and shakily stood. "Where am I? And where is Annabelle?" I grounded out and watched him also stand up after I declined his help. None of them seemed dangerous nor did they give off a threatening vibe. All they wanted to do was help but were terrified to do so. Understandable.
"You're, you're at a military base in Washington. For Anna, she's a few rooms down, asleep," the first helper answered. I released a sigh of relief that we had made it to the Autobot's base. This mission had been completed with the safe return of Annabelle and Sunstreaker. Now, it was time for me to leave and/or escape if they tried to make me stay.
Painfully, I took three steps forward but was stopped by the one closest to me. "Where are you going?"
"Away." Another short, sweet answer. I made two more steps before he stood in front of me. "Get out of my way." My voice was low and threatening to ensure he moved.
He gulped visibly and stood their dumbly. "No, you aren't going anywhere. The right side of you pelvis is shattered and your right… wing tendon has been torn. The only place you're going is back to bed." Confidence for him seemed to grow at each word he said.
Did he seriously think he could stop me? "Doctor Lands, should we alert Ratchet about her awakening?" one of nurses, I'm guessing, questioned, nervousness clear shown in her body language.
Wait… Ratchet? Anna has mentioned that name. Maybe he'll help me. "Yes, please do. Also, make sure Major Lennox knows as well," newly named 'Doctor Lands' ordered the nurse. Said nurse left the room as the other two hung by the door. "You two can go, I'll be fine with Midnight." How does he know my name?!
Relief passed over their features as they quickly left the room. "Anna has said a lot of things about you. You're brave soldier for facing the Decepticons all on your own," he stated. Where did his fear go? "Sit back down, you aren't in any shape of leaving, let alone, walking."
Unfortunately for me, the doctor was right. Grumpily, I eased myself down onto the semi soft cot and glare daggers at him. He paid no attention to my attitude and began turning off the beeping machines.
Silence grew between the two of us. I took the opportunity to look the doctor over seeing if maybe I knew him since his fear had dissipated so quickly. He was rather short, with medium length golden brown hair and a longer, oval shaped face. The doctor's face suggested he was between thirty and forty. His eyes had a beautiful color to them: the color of the sun shining through whiskey. Nothing of his features reminded me of someone I knew.
The opening of the room's door, many minutes later, broke the growing silence. In stepped another man, this time not a doctor or nurse but a soldier. N.E.S.T and Lennox were printed out on his vest, neither name I knew of. The scent that came with him, I did know: Anna's. He was very recently with her. What for?
Protectiveness swelled in my chest as my eyes lock onto his brown ones. He dipped his head to Lands who left the room after being dismissed. "Hello there, Midnight. It's nice to finally meet you when you're awake. I'm William Lennox, father Annabelle."
Oh shit.