THE RED HORSEMAN

Humanity is not alone. There are gods, demons, dragons, and everything else in between. And then there also those from more distant places, and distant stars. These are The Transformers and they are more than meets the eye...

Chapter 1

The reason why he wanted out of the Church was because he wanted to kill people. Unfortunately for Freed, there was always guard duty and guard duty was inherently boring. Even sociopathic spree-killers like him needed sleep and keeping up at 2 in the morning was not healthy, inhuman physiology or not. It was just him and four other idiots watching the outside in the cold, the rest huddled around the heaters they managed to haul into the abandoned church.

The rogue exorcist was this close to drawing his holy sword. 'Waste of resources' be damned. Light magic or not heat was heat and Freed was standing here freezing his ass off.

"Bike."

Coming up the dirt road was a red motorbike with a rider in a faceless opaque helmet. It stopped right in front of the gathered rogue exorcists with the rider strangely enough just staring straight ahead.

"This road is closed!" the man to Freed's right shouted, "Get lost!"

The biker didn't respond.

"You hear me!?"

Again he did not respond and the five of them began to circled around the mute biker.

"Not much of a speaker." Freed grinned, "Why don't you guys leave it to me?"

The same exorcist snorted, "No time for games Freed. Our friend here-"

Whatever he was about to say died as the rider ... flickered ...

Freed swore, "Shit! IT'S AN ILLUSION-"

Suddenly the bike began to shift and contort. Gears, parts, and plates spun and whirled as the fake biker disappeared as it was enveloped in the swirling, mechanical transformer.

*TSCHE-CHU-CHU-CHU-TSCHE*

Someone started shooting. Freed found himself shooting also.

The red thing shrugged it off. Whatever it was it now stared at him with four baleful red eyes and he saw the blur of it's new arm too late. He hit a tree. Hard. And everything else grew hazy after that...


They were being attacked. And the worse part was that they were being attacked by an unknown. Mittelt had snapped awake at the sound of gunfire. The rest were already up and running to the action.

The petite Fallen Angel looked around and saw their so-called leader shouting at everyone to get to work.

"Raynare!"

A beautiful but cruel face snarled at her, "WHAT!?"

"What's happening!?"

The answer came in the form of a loud whistling noise. Something crashed through the church glass and rolled to her feet. Mittelt didn't know what it was but the humans did.

"GRENADE-"

Suddenly there was nothing but a bright light and burning, agonizing pain. Miitelt hit the other side of the church the rest weren't so lucky. Many died outright, the few that weren't were stunned and scattered with bodies bloodied and burnt. Only her angelic physiology allowed her to survive but it wasn't just a grenade they were dealing with.

A monster burst through the wall. Instantly two more Exorcists were crushed/trampled as the bricks fell onto them. A red giant that was made of nightmares made metallic glared at them with a predatory snarl and armed to the teeth. Each arm had guns of a caliber that could kill them with raw concussive force. Each gun ... was pointed right at them.

Dohnaseek, always the bloodthirsty of their circle, charged at the mechanical brute. It's response was to turn it's gun on the sole male Grigori and shred him apart with a hail of shells. Then it turned it's fire on the rest of them. Both autocannon-size pistols ripped through the crowd of Exorcists. The survivors scrambled to cover amid wood pews and collapsed masonry and fired back as futile as it was. Every shot bounced off the crimson armor plating and anyone stupid enough to charge it with a sword was reduced to pulp as a reward.

A light spear thrown by Raynare slammed into it's chest. The machine stumbled ... and got back to trying to kill them all. Mittelt's leader just barely sidestepped a burst of lead that bisected the man behind her. Raynare hugged the pillar just like she and Kalawarner were. Still stinging from the pain Mittelt huddled behind a mound of newly made rubble.

"Tch." Raynare hissed, "we're leaving."

"Chicken now?" The bluenette fallen sneered.

"Not the time!"

Mittelt instantly agreed.

"Spears on three!" She shouted, "one... two... THREE!"

At the count of three, three light spears flew from the three Fallen Angel's hands. The magic javelins hit the scarlet machine all at once and it gave a metallic roar of pain and rage.

The Grigori took that brief window to fly out and far from the now more than trashed church, leaving the rogue exorcists, and one nun to fend for themselves. The last thing that Mittelt saw was the booms and flashes of that behemoth's weapons and death cries of anyone unlucky to be in it's path.


Fear gripped Asia. So much fear that she was frozen still amidst the carnage wrought by a demon of blood and iron.

It stared at what Lady Raynare and company had left behind as beams of different colored light coming from it's eyes swept across it all. It ignored her for what seemed like ages before it finally turned its gaze onto the nun. Immediately she shrunk back and her hands clenched the cross around her neck. The metal beast reached it's arm out to her and Asia closed her eyes in prayer.

The pain would be temporary. The pain would be temporary. The pain ... was not there ...

She opened her eyes again as she realized that she wasn't dead. In fact she was held protectively in the arms of the monster that had annihilated the entire group of rogue exorcists unflinchingly and drove away three Fallen Angels. She was brought out and gently placed outside the newly demolished church.

Four eyes locked with her two and with electronic tinge he spoke a sentence, "You're safe now."

The machine turned back towards the ruins, off to fulfill some mysterious purpose. It tossed aside the broken bodies of the men it killed as easily as it did debris. With what little Asia saw she could see it begin the process of collecting anything of value. The weapons, the records, the strange cross-shaped machine that Lady Raynare had kept in the bottom basement.

Eventually it-HE had finished picking the church clean. Before her eyes she saw him place them all on a large metal panel that began to unfold into a large box the size of a small car over the loot ... before promptly shrinking into a rectangular block that she could hold in her tiny hands. The shrunken box sunk into the machine-man's hand and it stood up to look back at Asia.

Finally, she drew the courage to stammer, "W-who are you? W-what are you?"

His response was to transform. In just a second all it's whirring machinery and condensed into the shape and form of a motorcycle, now with a sidecab. A hologram flickered to life where the driver would be and the helmet-covered projection turned to her.

"Get in." he said, "It's not safe here."

"W-where are we going?"

"Somewhere that is."

He did not speed through traffic when they got onto the regular streets. He was, eerily enough, acting normal for a transforming warmachine. He followed the traffic rules and did not try to swerve between lanes and cars. Eventually he turned onto one residential lane that looked like any other. Rows of identical compact homes lined each side and they arbitrarily entered the driveway and garage of one of them.

"We are here." he declared.

When the garage door closed behind them Asia stepped out as the machine transformed once again. But instead of a robotic giant like before he retained his size and suddenly Asia was looking at a clearly human face. Thuggish came to mind. If there was one thing that could be said about the machine-turned-man was that his ferocity always carried with him.

"Remain calm." he said to Asia.

"W-why?"

"Because-"

The door into the house exploded outward and a middle-aged women stood right behind it. "OUTRIDER! THE FOOD IS COLD!"

He sighed, "My ... sponsors..."


A/N: Repost from QuestionableQuesting. NOT an SI. I'll be posting the next two QQ Updates in time..