TFP: Spinning Eyes and Burning Hate

by Dark demon619

For Humanity, weapons, devices, and political power are all methods of gaining power. Yet within them, there lies more. Things to be discovered, to be remembered, and in one boy, something quite ancient. But in truth, what will this strengt lead to? Safety for those he cares about? The end of a massive war? Or just more hatred? TFP/Naruto X-over. Title changed, description altered.

7. Rage of the Eyes, Bones of Flames

Naruto belongs to Kishimoto Masashi, Viz Media, and Shonen Jump.
Transformers Prime belongs to Hasbro.

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RxR- Read & Review please.

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Chapter: Rage of the Eyes, Bones of Flames.

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"Thats it?"

Jack shrugged. He and his friends sat, alone within the Autobot's command center. The owners of the base were gone, doing duties or something of another. Many were recovering from a fairly recent mission, one which included rescuing a Decepitcon from a familiar group of terrorists. But with their absence, Miko and Raf took the moment to ask Jack something that had been far overdue.

The answer they got though, was not what they had been expecting.

"Yeah," he replied, "Thats it. Sorry to disappoint you."

Raf and Miko blinked, nearly collapsing back against the couch they were sitting on. Jack sat at the side, occupying a nearby chair by himself. But upon hearing the boy's response to their question, the teens looked at him with both confusion and frustration.

"But that can't be it! You have to have some idea about what they are!?" Raf asked, holding most of the confusion the pair had.

Miko however, was a bit more frustrated, "Yeah! Those eyes of yours are awesome! How can you have no idea! Thats lame! Super lame!"

Jack gave Miko a look, "Well, what do you want me to say? I. Don't. Know. Okay?"

The two teens were silent. Slowly, Jack grumbled to himself and leaned back. He rubbed his face tiredly while the others looked on. One look at the two teens told him that they weren't going to drop the subject so easily. Miko especially. The girl could hold onto something for weeks if she had to. As such, Jack rolled his eyes and looked up at the ceiling.

"I just..." he sighed, "I don't remember when they started doing this, alright?" "

It happened when I was really young, change whenever I get...upset, and sometimes makes my eyes hurt like I get sand tossed in my face." he told the pair, "Really, whenever my eyes change, all I know is that..."

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"...you're DEAD!"

Jasper, as small as it was, shook unnaturally. The scream, soaked with rage, echoed through the city. To the neighborhoods, the busiest streets, and even the outskirts of the city. All shock underneath the rage of such a roar. The worst that suffered was the abandoned, empty portion of the town. The industrialized section, made for storage and construction. Warehouses were seen in every direction, filling the area to the brim with empty, lifeless buildings. The pavement was cold with disuse, the entire section of Jasper being empty and used for storage.

Such was the perfect place for death, a location to snuff out the life of a family that no one would even miss.

Despite such a plan though, the roar crackled against the air. No despair could be found in Jack's voice, not a hint of fear or regret. A single, dominating force took hold of the boy's voice, a spine chilling rage. His eyes sat dominated with such hatred, transformed by it even.

Instead of the calm blue eyes that Jack had been born with, he stared hatefully with two red orbs. Blood red with anger, pupils sat encircled by three large tomoes with circles at their tops overlapping each other at the bottom. They were like a three sided pinwheel turned on each other, spinning with fire fueling their movement.

One each side of the teen, someone stood on and watched in shock. On one, his mother and the other, Airachnid.

Partially at Jack, and also at the abomination that floated above him. The Golem of bones, the floating sentient skeleton. It was massive, made of glowing translucent bones. It stood as tall or maybe just a bit taller than Airachnid. But what it lacked in size, it made up for with proportion and massive. Its hands were gigantic, easily able to crush a human while its head could bite off a Cybertronain's like a grape.

Along with the flames that constantly surrounded it, the creature stood imposingly among the empty lot, with Jack at its center.

'What...is this?!'

Jack, his rage ignited, shot forward and charged Airachnid. His body screamed in pain, even the faintest trace of movement kicking up the worst pain one could imagine. Regardless, he ran toward the building with his eyes glowing bright red. And with him, the massive construct of bones moved as well. It floated behind him, almost mimicking the teen as he charged.

It screamed, roared, its voice echoing into the distance like a furious beast.

The behemoth launched itself at the building June had been dangling off of and tore into it. Its massive skeletal fists exploded against the unfinished mess and began to tear it apart. The supports, metal or otherwise trembled under the weight of the monster. One punch easily tore a hole in the building and every after did even more.

Like a tumbling house of cards, the building began to tremble as it fell. Airachnid flinched and staggered back, her footing becoming undone as the damage progressed. Parts of the structure began falling to the ground as the Skeleton attacked, the supports unable to keep them suspended any longer.

Of the pieces, a large metal girder fell from the building and bounced off the back of Jack's construct. It did nothing to the Skeleton itself, not even heavy enough to gain its attention.

But as it flew into the air, a woman looked up and blinked.

June sat several yards away, still wrapped up in Airachnid's webbing. After being saved from her painful fall, Jack left his mother sitting just a fair distance away, safe from what he was about to unleash. June herself didn't object, or at least wasn't able to. She was just too shocked, dumbfounded with what she was watching.

But as June watched her son as he began to tear down Airachnid's perch, a slight shadow caught her attention.

Looking up, June blinked when she saw the beam, a random girder flying through the air. It tumbled through the sky, bent from the collision it had made with Jack's construct. But as it flew through the air, the beam began to fall back to the ground.

Which just so happened to be where June was siting.

"Oh...shit." she muttered, her eyes going wide.

Quickly, June tried to sit herself up. But as she tried, June just as quickly fell back to the ground. Once her behind hit the ground, June let out a curse and glared at the webbing around her chest. It was light the toughest rope, making it nearly impossible for anyone to break free. June couldn't even press her hand through the material, it was that thick.

"Oh, come on!" she hissed, "You're worse than my hair half of the time-!"

Still struggling, June froze. Silently, a shadow loomed overhead. Despite her better judgement, the woman turned from her restraints, and looked to the sky.

The girder fell from the sky, about to crush her flatter than a pancake.

"OH GOD!"

Amongst the destruction, Jack stopped dead in his tracks. The boy's ears burned hot, as did his eyes. With not a word, he turned around and narrowed his eyes. The massive Skeleton sudden turned on the spot and smacked the metal beam out of the sky. To the monster's massive, boney arm, the beam was but a fly.

One that had grown far too close to his mother to be comfortable with.

June, mouth wide with shock, just sat in silence. She watched the massive Skeleton literally flick the girder through the air. It crashed into a building in the distance and fell through its roof with a loud crack. The action seemed almost effortless and June had little words that could describe the scene itself. So instead, she turned and looked to her side, and the massive Skeleton that was her savor.

Through the flames and the bones, she saw him. At the very center of the construct of bones, flames and fire, June saw her son. Jack stood at the heart of the beast, literally in the middle of many, many ribs. Each were at least as tall as he was, and all were similar to a humans. As June saw her son through, he saw her.

Jack turned and looked his mother dead in the eyes. Their gazes met for but a moment, a few seconds at the most. In such a short time, June felt a shudder crawl down her spine.

The eyes Jack held weren't the blue he had been born with. These eyes were red, la deep burning crimson.

But more was there, just flickering behind such eyes. But as June silently took it all in, Jack and his monster attacked once more. In silence, the woman watched as her son tore through the building, literally given his monster's size. Atop the structure, Airachnid nearly lost her footing yet again, the very roof buckling as the number of its supports grew even thinner.

At any moment, it would fall, like a crumbling house of cards.

Off to the side, June fell to her knees, a cold sweat dripping down her neck, "Oh god..."

Her head felt faint, weightless and heavy all at the same time. So much had happened, so much she couldn't take. Her son's story was right, giant robots and everything. One was now trying to kill them, and Jack was fighting it with some strange creature floating around his body...

Her little boy. June shivered, the things she had seen in his eyes.

'Jack...' she muttered, watching the boy as the Skeleton ripped a girder from the building's side, 'Whats happening...?'

Piece by piece, the unfinished building slowly began to shake. The Skeleton's massive hands took the structure apart, both in pieces and in scrapes. It ripped girders from the supports, sheets from the walls, and even bend the very piles that held the site together. Each piece taken and tossed away, the building shook even more.

But like all things, the building could not support such destruction. As Jack tore one of its final supports from the site's base, it finally happened. The building, as stable as it was, collapsed upon itself.

An avalanche was what it was. Beams of steel, girders of iron, pipes of led. Every piece of debris that had made up the building came crashing down in a giant pile of wreckage. Airachnid leaped off the building just in time, rolling off to the side as things came crashing down. Jack was less fortunate, having stood at its center however.

June screamed, gasping as the metal rained down from overhead. Steel, pipes, girders, and sheets of copper all slammed down upon Jack and his monster. The Skeleton, as massive as it was, couldn't withstand such a weight. In a flicker of movement, it wrapped its arms around itself and Jack, shielding him as the metal tsunami swallowed the pair hole. From where there had once been a half finished building, now stood not but a pile of wreckage, the smoke from its collapse billowing into the night shy.

Struck with despair, June fell to her knees and trembled.

At first, she couldn't believe it. Instead of frantically calling out for the boy, June sat in silence. She watched, gazing at the wreckage, hoping for a slight sign of her son. A hand popping up out of the wreckage, a small sheet of metal being pushed aside. She would have even settled for a groan, anything to tell her he was okay.

But after nothing but silence for a moment or two, tears began to seep out of the corners of her eyes.

"No..." June whimpered, "No...please god..."

Off to the side, Airachnid merely watched. She was cautious, ready to move at the drop of a dime in case something emerged from the wreckage. But as she watched, Airachnid couldn't quite ignore her curiosity either. She had seem quite a number of things in her life, especially during her time away from the war. But what her prey had done that very night?

Whatever it was, that creature was surely worthy to be something she could mount on her wall.

The femme let out a soft chuckle, "Well, it had been...at least."

As nothing emerged from the pile of rubble, Airachnid turned around and glanced at June. The poor woman was distraught, barely even aware of the world around her.

"Well, at least I can still-" she mused with a grin.

Just as Airachnid set her twisted optics on June once more, a massive arm slammed into her. An explosion shook the wreckage, sending pieces and debris flying as something emerged. June yelped as the explosion shook the ground, almost knocking the poor woman flat on her back. Airachnid though, had little time for surprise.

After all, her attention was stuck a massive, boney arm that came flying out of the wreckage, clotheslining the former Con right off her feet.

Out from the smoking wreckage, Jack and the behemoth of bones erupted from the pile of wreckage. Their return tore the remains apart, sending numerous pieces flying through the air as they rushed forward. Beams, pipes, and girders all crashed were tossed to the sky before plummeting to the ground below. June screeched and flinched, scared out of her wits as the pieces crashed into the surrounding area.

Thankfully, no girder found it amusing to attack the woman yet again.

Airachnid wasn't as lucky. From the carnage, Jack and the massive Skeleton launched themselves at Airachnid and tore into her. It knocked her down with a sudden tackle, punched her in the frame with one of its arms, and then grabbed the former Con by her very helm. The colossus pulled Airachnid from the ground and hoisted the femme into the air, watching as she struggled for her freedom.

The sadistic spider tore and scraped her claws against the monster's limb, going even so far to pry the bones themselves apart. No matter what she did though, the limb did not budge. Jack clenched his teeth together. As the teen did the same, the construct of bones swung its arm down and plunged the femme into the ground, pressing her helm into the pavement itself.

But he did not stop there. Oh no. Jack didn't let the femme off that easily.

Her face squarely against the cold pavement, Jack took one look at Airachnid and began to run. It was slow at first, like a slight jog. But with a steady pace, Jack ran faster, and faster. And all the while he ran, his Skeleton slowly hovered behind him, dragging Airachnid all the way.

Back with June, the woman flinched as she watched. The ground shook, trembling as the femme skidded across the ground. Sparks flickered up from her helm, and the Spider did a horrid bounce every time she smacked against something solid, like a rock or piece of debris. Remarkably though, what shocked June the most was not the Spider's suffering, but the look on her son's face. He didn't look just angry, he was beyond that, so far beyond that his mother couldn't find a word to describe it.

That aside though, June winced when Airachnid bounced off another chunk of rock

Oh, June hated the Spider. If by just fear of creepy crawlies alone, she hated it. And after all it had done to both her and her son? She despised. But by god, Airachnid's face was starting to resemble a muffler as it was being dragged underneath the back end of an old pickup truck!

If not for the webbing binding her arms, June would have touched her own face.

"That..." she muttered, "Has got to hurt..."

Finally after nearly a minute of torture, Jack ripped Airachnid up from the ground. She felt limp in his construct's hand, stunned from the painful experience.

Jack glared at the Spider, feeling an unfamiliar rage boil in his veins. He felt so much hate by just looking at her. The hell she had put Arcee through, the trap she had laid for his mother, and now the two times she had tried to kill Jack. Each thought made a memory flow through the teen, burning him up from the inside.

The teen tossed the femme up into the air and casually punched her, sending the Con flying like a baseball. he sailed, flying across the landscape without a care in the world. Where she landed though, was another warehouse, this time crashing through the roof before landing amongst a pile of boxes and crates.

"Ugh..." Airachnid muttered, hissing to herself.

From within the warehouse, the Spider stirred. She forced herself onto her feet, brushing off any and all debris that had fallen atop her. But as the former Con stood, Airachnid hissed and touched her face. Orange, burning metal maimed her helm, both heated to the point of glowing and now scratched to the pit and back. Airachnid felt the heat radiating off her helm and clenched a servo.

'That is it! No more games!' she hissed to herself, 'He likes fire!? Well, I'll give him fire! I'll...I'll-!'

"AIRACHNID!"

Snapping her head up, Airachnid witnessed one of the building's walls suddenly cave inward. From the outside in, Jack and his monstrosity ripped their way into the structure and howled at the femme. The colossal Skeleton punched its way inside, its fists smashing through the walls without stopping. Jack glared furiously at Airachnid and leaped through the hole his monster had created, vaulting over metal and stone before running at the femme herself.

Taken by surprise once more, Airachnid snapped to her feet and hissed at the teen, rage dancing in her optics. She refused to be manhandled again. So as Jack lunged at her, Airachnid used her legs as a springboard and shot up into the air. Their combined force sent the femme skyrocketing through the air, up and through the very roof of the building itself.

Once airborne though, Airachnid hatefully glared down at where she had emerged from. Through the hole in the roof, she could still see the glowing form of Jack's construct.

Snarling, the Decepticon used the blasters in her arms and rained down fire upon the building. Bolts of energy collided with the roof in an instant, pelting it with numerous explosions that tore through the surface apart. Once the roof was gone through, the blasts tore into the inside of the structure, including what the warehouse had been containing.

Jack and his guardian covered themselves as energy bolts rained down from above. They bounced and exploded off the skeleton's hide, barely even denting it. Besides the two though, the contents of the warehouse were not as lucky. Crates and barrels were deviated by the assault, with the latter actually exploding once hit with one of the blasts of energy.

One barrel exploding wasn't the end of it. With one, came another. With two came four, and with four came eight. The numbers just continued to rise until they were uncountable. Every individual explosion soon became one gigantic detonation, one that swept over the entirety of the building, and Jack as he turned around.

From the outside, the gigantic warehouse exploded. Windows were consumed, shattering with the explosion. Flames tore through what remained of the roof like tissue paper, and the massive, metal doors were blown off in a thunderous bang.

June gasped as the wave of heat struck her, nearly knocking her on her side. But as she sat up, June looked on in horror as the building burned.

Airachnid landed just seconds later, crouching as the pavement cracked underneath her. She slowly stood and watched curiously as the fire burned. The building crackled, crumbled, and fell to the ground in a pile of ash and debris, rendered unstable after the explosion. She waited, watching in case something emerged. Yet, nothing happened. The fire continued to burn, and after a few seconds, she laughed.

She laughed, hard.

"That," she chuckled, "Was for my ship."

With Jack surely burning alive, Airachnid turned her optics towards June and grinned, "Now..."

Gleeful agony flashing through her optics, Airachnid turned to face the defenseless woman. The moment she turned her optics from the smoke however, something emerged. A massive blue blur exploded forth from the wreckage and smacked against Airachnid. The blue, a massive skeletal fist, tore into the femme's left side. It tore her armor to bits and horribly bent her arm, resulting in it flailing limply as she was knocked off her treads.

June gasped as Airachnid came crashing down, her eyes wide as the femme slammed off to the side.

Airachnid came crashing down to the ground, shattering the pavement underneath. Once she regained her bearings though, the femme shot to her feet and glanced at her side.

Her entire left portion of Spider's frame, aside from her leg was in ruins Her chest-plate had been bent to all hell, crackled and dented while her arm sat twisted to the side. Energon leaked all around, especially from the wounded limb. It was like a pretzel, bent in a way that could make someone question how it was even hanging on still.

"You brat..." she hissed, glaring her optics at the cloud of smoke.

The colossal boney limb, glowing from its ever present blue flames, cut through the cloud of ash. From it, Jack emerged from the ruined building. He and his massive, spectral guardian sat unharmed in the middle of the wreckage. A small sum of flames clung pointlessly to the behemoth's bones, sitting their pointlessly as the marched through the destruction.

The duo pressed forward at a slow pace, each slowly pushing through the flames without a care. They were like demons, emerging from the pit itself.

"I won't let you, not again. Not one finger..." he swore, rage flashing through his eyes the second she even glanced at his mother.

But while Jack walked, his pace slowed to a slight limp.

He was tired, almost mind numbingly so. The pain wasn't even agonizing anymore, more like a dull pain encompassing every inch of his body. Collapsing in pain didn't even seem all that bad, almost a relief actually. His eyes in particular were horrible, like two boiling coals stuck in his eye-sockets.

What pushed the boy forward though, wasn't pain. His eyes told of much more. They were the windows of the soul, and Jack's told of a burning fire. Kicking wildly, barely contained. Fire, rage, something that felt so unusual for one such as him. Past his pain, weariness, and exhaustion, an inferno of fury motivated his body.

Onward he walked, his rage stabbing at Airachnid like two flaming knives.

"You...wanted to hunt us...me...and my mom..." he hissed, his voice cracking, "Like some...dog..."

Jack grew closer, earning a hiss from the former Con. Clutching her broken arm, Airachnid's remaining limbs snapped to life. On her back, several long, thin legs sprang upward and surrounded their owner. Their tips were sharp, like spears. One clean stab and even one leg could cleanly slice through a Cybertronian's hide. All six legs rose from the ground, ready to snap at any given moment.

Her remaining arm began to glow. The blaster at the very center of her palm revved up, igniting with the intent to fire.

Jack clenched his eyes shut and felt as blood trickled down his face. Above him, the massive Skeleton balled up its fists. The flames that swirled around the monstrous construct flared, burning brighter than before. Its jaws gritted, cracking its massive glowing teeth. And at the very center of the beast, Jack began to twitch, his whole body trembling wildly. But it wasn't in pain. Far from it.

"But now..." he hissed, snapping his eyes open, "Let's see you how like it!"

One roar, and Jack charged. Airachnid snapped her arm up and shot at the massive skeleton, peppering it with blaster fire. Despite the bolts that struck its hide though, the behemoth continued without delay and charged at the femme. The numerous blasts bounced pointlessly off the monster's bones and once it reached her, the Skeleton threw a massive punch at the defenseless machine, something she just barely managed to dodge.

"Come on, stop running!" Jack demanded, his monster leaping at the femme again, "It's no fun if you just run!"

Such sarcasm stained Jack's tone, mocking the sadistic tone Airachnid constantly flaunted. He however, didn't stop there. As the femme leaped out of the way of a fist, another grabbed her out of the air. It wrapped itself around the femme's head and ripped her down from the sky, where it held her, silently squeezing on the Spider's helm.

Airachnid screeched as Jack squeezed. Regardless of her damage, the femme scratched and tore at the limp, doing anything to free herself from its grip. Some of her remaining limbs even joined in on the fun. But as shes struggled, the teen and his construct silently watched, observing her fruitless attempts.

Not matter how sharp Airachnid's claws were, they barely even scratched its bones. It was as if they were gnats, pointlessly poking at something they couldn't possibly hope to hurt.

Seeing this, Airachnid pulled out an old trick. Almost instinctively, she shot a wad of webbing directly at the construct's head.

The webbing smacked into the skull with a sickening splat. Within the span of a second, the entire skull was covered in the revolting substance, entirely encasing it in webbing without even an inch to move. Airachnid, frozen in place, laughed. She laughed hard, after everything, the fact that someone of her webbing had done the trick was almost hilarious.

In fact, she laughed even harder once the Construct stopped moving, as if it had been bound to the ground like her webbing had done so often before.

But as the femme laughed, a sight sent a chill running though her frame. Smoke began seeping up through her webbing as it sat on the construct's face. Its surface turned black as flames emerged from the sticky material. Blue, translucent flames slowly began to tear the webbing apart, the same material that could pin Cybertronians down as if they were sparklings...

...and it was burning, slowly reduced to ash in a manner of moments.

The ruined remains of the webbing fell to the ground in a burnt pile of ash. Without it, the massive Skeleton leaned forward and glared directly into the Spider's face. Its massive, glowing eyes dug into her optics, causing her to flinch back in shock. There were no life in its eyes. Instead, she saw a force of nature, as if staring into fire itself.

Frantically, the femme lifted her hands and blasted the Skeleton dead in the face. The explosion was enough to cause the behemoth to drop her, but not before it punching her square in the chest. It threw her back across the clearing, skidding across the pavement with her legs digging into the ground.

Silently, Airachnid stood. Both she and Jack stared at each other, silently watching from a distance. Neither moved, neither attacked, and neither spoke. But as the two watched each other, Jack twitched.

Many yards sat between both Jack and Airachnid, almost like an entire building sat between them. But even at such a length, his eyes caught something. For just a moment, Airachnid twitched. Her leg moved backwards. An inch or two, barely even noticeable. But the suddenness, the trembling...

Jack narrowed his eyes at the very sight of it.

"No..." he declared, his tone low and fierce, "You're not...not yet.."

"You're not going anywhere! Not until I'm done with you!"

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"I want a status report, what is going on over there?"

"Unknown sir! We're on route now! Explosions visible in the distance! We'll reestablish contact once confirmation is assured!"

In the middle of a warehouse, set dead in the center of the most abandoned part of Jasper, a femme stirred. Many people were running through out a warehouse, scrambling in their military uniforms. But as they ran passed, none noticed.

Slowly, one of Arcee's optics flickered to life.

'W...what...?' she muttered, 'What happened..?'

Pain wracked the femme's form. She felt tired, exhausted, and every indicator of her frame flashed red with a warning. Even moving felt like a chore for Arcee, as if she hadn't had a scrap of Energon in weeks. Her memories were unstable as well, fractured along with the pain echoing in the back of the femme's helm.

What had happened? Why did everything hurt? And where was she-

"Very well, but hurry up! I want an explanation, now!" a sudden voice growled.

Blinking, Arcee slowly glanced to her side. There, in the distance she saw a man that sparked something within her. Silas, the man in charge of MECH stood just a few feet away. His expression was angered, furious even. Though just seeing him sparked an anger in Arcee as well, even if she couldn't move to act on it.

"Damn it." Silas hissed, "Get me some visual contact as well! I want to know what that spider is doing ASAP!"

With a snarl on his face, Silas turned off his radio and stomped off. As he left though, Arcee's optics snapped open.

The pain in her processor vanished, and with it her memories came rushing back. Her and Jack finding Silas' message, coming to save June, Airachnid arriving instead, and the sudden pain that had wracked her frame. And then, there was nothing. She remembered an over whelming pain, the darkness that followed, and the last being Jack screaming her name-

'Jack!'

With energy flowing back into her frame, Arcee swiftly sat up. Her body creaked in protest but she couldn't care.

Shouts and gasps quickly filled the warehouse. The moment the femme stood up, everyone present quickly stopped and stared. Arcee didn't even glance at them though. For the next few seconds, Arcee focused on scanning the warehouse and everything inside. There were the agents who filled the warehouse like ants, some strange devices she didn't want to think about, and even a vehicle big enough to transport a Cybertronian. But of everything she saw, there was no sign of her partner.

There wasn't even a trace of him.

Arcee hissed, "Scrap!"

Standing up, Arcee quickly turned toward the nearest entrance. Before the horde of MECH goons could even shout in surprise, Arcee shot passed them and through the front doors. Bullets pinged off her frame as she ran but little concern was given. After a quick roll through the air, Arcee transformed and shot off down the nearest street.

MECH agents quickly piled out of the building and fired, lighting of the street with bullets. Yet not a one could stop Arcee. The blue motorcycle zoomed on, zipping out of the abandoned section of the city and toward the closet thing she could see. The very thing she heard Silas talking about just a few moments prior.

The pillars of smoke, billowing up into the air in the distance.

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Out in the middle of a vacant part of Jasper, something tore through the side of a building.

Airachnid. flying through the air like a brick, crashed out of the building's interior and fell straight through. The walls, the supports, and even the bolts that held it together fell like paper-mache, leaving a massive hole as the Spider rolled out of the building, gasping in shock.

Sitting up, the former Con glanced around her with a sneer. She clutched her broken arm, feeling the Energon trail down her shattered limb and stood, optics shifting back and forth. Yet Airachnid stood, a slight sliver of Energon caught her attention. The fluid dripped down her cheek, escaping from a shallow cut maiming her faceplate.

Airachnid twitched and wiped it from her face, "You little..."

Looking up, the former Decepticon glanced over what had become of what had been an abandoned part of the little town. A battlefield was the best description of it, wrought with destruction and debris in the far distance. The ground sat devastated with many holes and craters. Buildings burned while ash flowed into the sky from the flames below, leaving a trail of destruction throughout a portion of the city that had once sat so silent, abandoned for barely a point aside from storage.

The very same place, Airachnid had thought the perfect spot to have a little...sport.

As the former Con silently watched the landscape around her, observing even the slightest of movements, something emerged from the same hole she had. A colossal, skeletal fist silently pulled itself from the structure's interior and grabbed onto the fissure in the building's side. Blue, translucent bones made up the being, along with a flickering blue frame.

Airachnid lurched back, crouching as the arm emerged. With it, the femme watched as the owner of said arm tore its way out of the building itself.

Jack stepped out from the building, his arms hanging at his side. Red eyes glared at the femme, staring directly into her optics with a heated glare. He and the monster, the massive Skeleton pulled their way out of the warehouse, tearing the hole larger for the construct to fit through. Its massive hands, big enough to crush a person, bent the walls as it emerged, glaring down at Airachnid as Jack did.

The Spider flinched at such a glare and took a step back, "You are really determined today, I'll give you that..."

"What is it Jack, what happened? Finally snap? I'm honestly surprised." she admitted, "I wouldn't have guessed Arcee to pick such a...fragile creature for her partner..."

A small chuckled escaped her, "Though, two minds must think alike-"

Suddenly, the Skeleton lurched forward with its fist raised high. It slammed its massive fist down upon Airachnid, nearly knocking the ex-Con off her feet. The femme quickly leaped back and recovered her ground, nimbly jumping back and forth as the fists continued to come, one after another. She was like an actual spider, whipping avoiding a blow that would surely squash her flat.

All the while, Jack watched in silent, his eyes flickering with every movement the Cybertronian made.

But when the femme rolled out of the way of a large swipe, something happened. As she stood up, the behemoth stretched itself forward with its massive spine, slammed into her chin with an uppercut via its boney fist. It was so sudden that Airachnid felt herself get launched up the side of the very building she had been tossed through. However, the femme saved herself from plummeting back to the ground. With a quickly flicker of her optics, she stabbed her claws into the building's side and clung there, where she glared down at Jack from.

"Agh! You infernal waste of space!" She snarled, "I'll rip you apart so much that you wouldn't even qualify as a trophy!"

Releasing her grip, Airachnid launched herself from the building and dove at Jack, roaring all the while. Her remaining arm grabbed at the Skeleton as she fell, and like the building before it, clung onto its skull like some rabid animal. Holding tight, she attacked the skeleton rabidly with her claws, scratching, tearing and seething at the construct as she held onto it.

The Skeleton roared as Airachnid attacked. It shook itself to rid its hide of the machine. grabbed at her, and even nearly backed itself into the building so to crush her. Airachnid though, was no so easily dislodged. Due to her nimble nature, the femme frantically ducked and dodged most of the Skeleton's grabs. She was like an actually spider, constantly on the move as she remained upright.

And before she could be knocked from her perch, Airachnid focused her optics on the very center of the creature.

Past the bones and the flames...and focused directly on Jack.

"While this has been fun..." she hissed whilst struggling to stay upright, "I think its time we ended this!"

The Construct distracted with her, Airachnid stabbed at the teen with one of her remaining legs. Its thin structure and maneuverability allowed it passage through the barrier of bones, slipping through toward its target. But just as the teen was to be impaled on the sharp limb, he moved. Just an inch to the side, Jack stepped out of the blade's path.

Coming within inches of the boy though, the limb did manage to leave a gash on Jack's face in the process.

"No..." he muttered, tone dead silent.

Airachnid hissed and pulled her leg back. Opportunity gone, the femme stabbed her free arm into the Skeleton's spine. The blaster in the center of her palm glowed bright, energy building to tear the spine apart, and along with it, Jack too. Yet as the femme glared down, Jack looked up.

The two met, their eyes and optics clashing. Red and black eyes stared into her purple optics, glaring into her spark like knives piercing flesh.

The Spider flinched, unprepared for what she saw. There was no despair, nor fear in the boy. In fact, she wasn't even sure she was looking at the same boy from before. The one she met in a forest, one who had ran away and blew up her ship. One glance into the eyes of his teen however, told a very different tale.

Something that seemed...darker, than what she had been expecting.

Jack sneered.

"Not yet." he growled, "We're not done yet."

Just then, the Construct grabbed one of the femme's legs. With a yelp, the skeleton threw Airachnid from its massive bulk and tossed her to the ground. Now free, the Skeleton punched down, decimating the ground underneath it with just its fist.

Jack hissed as the pavement flew by his face, "We're not done until you're a bloody smear on the ground!"

Airachnid though, was quick. Just as she hit the ground, the former-Con rolled out of the way just as the fist met the ground. She leaped to her feet and jumped back, narrowly avoiding Jack as he attacked.

Using her sleek and nimble form, Airachnid quickly began to dodge Jack's assault with the best of her abilities. It was madhouse, frantic minutes spent dodging out of the way of grabs, punches, and entire body-checks. But as the two battled across the pavement, Airachnid hissed.

Her frame, as quick and sleek as it was, creaked under the pressure of her various wounds.

Jack's assault had left the femme in a beaten, worn-out state. Much of her armor was bent and broken, shattered by the Skeleton's ruthless attacks. Along with her shattered arm, many of Airachnid's legs were broken as well. Some had even been plucked from her frame, like a kid ripping the legs off an ant.

Her dodging proving more and more dangerous, Airachnid switched to a more desperate tactic. She blasted Jack with a barrage of webbing, slamming into the teen with nearly three times as much as before. But as with the last batch, the webbing was no match for the flames.

Faster than the femme could react, Jack tore through the webbing and descended upon her. One of its arms drove itself up into her chest, staggering the femme. Its other limb slammed into the femme's damaged side, knocking her to the ground. Airachnid howled in pain, feeling an eruption of agony run through her sensors like lightning.

Jack growled and stared down at the Spider, blood still dripping down his eyes.

"How does it feel to scream, huh?!" Jack demanded, his eyes burning bright with rage, "Do you enjoy feeling this kind of pain!?"

The Skeleton reached down and grabbed Airachnid by the neck. It pulled the former Con to her feet and looked her dead in the optics. The two forces looked into each other, one seeing a vile, sickening creature, while the other...wasn't sure what she saw. But once their stare came to an end, the Skeleton released Airachnid...

"Do you!?"

As she fell, Jack's construct raised both its hands and slammed them into Airachnid's back. Both fists cracked against the armor, sending her crashing onto the pavement. Even after such a devastating assault however, Airachnid slowly struggled to her feet. Her armor was cracked, torn, and in shambles. She looked about ready to fall apart.

Yet regardless, she stood.

Perhaps due to some foolish determination, unwillingness to fall, or some form of insanity. Whatever it was, she stood up all the same.

Airachnid narrowed her optics. She didn't cry at her broken state, nor did she beg for mercy. Instead, she glared up at the massive Skeleton and hissed.

The night sky loomed overhead, filled to the brim with smoke and ash. Fire flickered in the background illuminating everything in a crimson orange. Airachnid looked up and saw not the darkness of the night nor the flames of the destruction they had wrought. Instead, she saw blue. A large, blue light flickering over her frame like a burning fire.

The Construct, the pile of bones stood over her, glaring down with its pupiless eyes. But at its center, the very source of its flames, there sat something else.

A boy, with two red eyes.

"Tell me!"

Lightning, or a sound just like it crackled through the air.

Jack and his construct, the behemoth, struck the femme with all of their might. The Skeleton's fist exploded against the femme's entire helm, face and all. Every inch of their bodies, both Jack and the Skeleton threw everything and struck the Airachnid before she could blink. Jack then took one step forward, pushed with everything he had, and practically through the Spider off his Construct's fist-

And then, she was off.

Airachnid, like a meteor, tumbled through the air and crashed into the ground. Her helm smashed against the remains of the building from before, the same one June had once been tied to. It was now nothing but a pile of scattered debris, and Airachnid sat, dazed in the middle of it.

Speaking of which, June yelped as Airachnid collided with the wreckage, who unknowingly slid right by the woman, "Jesus!"

For the duration of the battle, June had sat safely near the building, or at least what had remained. From there, she had watched the battle progress, the painful assault against the femme and the savagery of Jack's assault. June had seen it all, if just for the fact that she couldn't anywhere. The webbing on her legs made it hard to run after all.

Once Airachnid crashed back down to Earth, June wisely inched herself away from the machine. After everything that had happened, being anywhere near any type of spider or machine was something she could do without, maybe for a month or two. As she distanced herself from the monster however, her son did the opposite.

Jack marched over to Airachnid and glared down at her. He and his monstrous guardian stood and watched, silently observing as the femme sat in silence.

He attacked. Not a twitch, not a sneer, Jack just attacked. He drove the massive skeletal fist down onto Airachnid's chest, practically impaling her with it.

June gasped in shock, watching in horror as Airachnid screamed. She screeched, unleashing a howl that roared into the night's sky without end. It was more than simple pain, this was agony. No hint of anger, revenge, or sadistic pleasure. It was pain, plain and simple.

It lasted for countless seconds, an hour for something that only came to amount for a slight moment. But as silence slowly replaced the howl, Airachnid went with it. Her optics dulled, her head limped backwards, and all movement disappeared from the femme's frame.

She was silent, having fallen into unconsciousness.

Flames crackled in the background, fire burning as wreckage came crumbling to the ground. Jack stood up, and glared at his fallen foe, hesitantly watching in case she was faking it. June did as well, waiting to make sure the Spider didn't sprang back to life, ready to kill either of them with a sneak attack.

But, after a minute or so of waiting...nothing happened. Nothing at all. Airachnid continued to sit there, limp and unmoving. She was out of it, done for the time being.

June let out a sigh and leaned backward, "Thank god..."

Maybe now the poor woman could get some answers. Though truthfully, June would much rather be free of the damn webbing first. It was tight, painfully even.

But as June finally began to relax, a painful groan caught her attention.

Off to the side, Jack picked up Airachnid. His construct, the massive Skeleton, reached down and grabbed the femme by the helm. Slowly and without a word, it lifted her off the ground and held her there. The hand was so massive that her head fit almost entirely within the Skeleton's fist.

But then, with a hiss, they squeezed.

Jack and his construct pressed down, the massive hand squeezing against the femme's helm. While unconscious, the metal that made up Airachnid's head began to Skeleton's massive fingers pressed inwardly, squeezing the helm so hard that it began to bend inward. It screamed, begged, and pleaded with Jack to stop.

He didn't. All Jack did at the moment, was watch. His own hand tightened, mimicking the actions of his monster.

The crushing continued, straining the femme's head until it was nothing but a crushed, ball of scra-

"Stop!"

One scream tore through the air, echoing in the distance. Upon hearing such a piercing sound, everything seemed to come to a halt. The groaning came to an end. The Skeleton, still with its hand wrapped around the femme's head, loosened its grip. She still hung limply in its hand, but that was it, neither did anything more.

Jack, with his eyes still blood red, stopped dead in his tracks and turned around.

Off to the side, just beyond the reach of the destruction, sat June. Regardless of the destruction, the woman had somehow managed to remain out of most of it. Perhaps Jack constantly threw Airachnid away, keeping their battle from getting too close? Or maybe it was just dumb luck? Neither knew, and that was a fact. She still sat there with the Spider's webbing wrapped around her body, making it nearly impossible to move.

But mobility aside, June screamed out to her son, yelling at the top of her lungs. The effort left her short of breath, but...she didn't care.

There were limits to the things she wanted to see. Airachnid deserved what she got, that was something June couldn't deny. Hell, she had a feeling she might of deserved more. However, there were limits. Limits to how far they should go. And how far Jack should go. She didn't want her son going this far. He had won, he had beaten her. So, there was no need for him to stoop to her level.

He wasn't a monster, and she wouldn't let him become one.

"Thats enough..." she muttered, "Its okay..."

Jack stared at June, still as a bone. Silent, he glanced up at the broken form of Airachnid. For seconds he stared, watching as the femme swung limply in his monster's grip. No hissing, no sadistic comments, nothing that he hated Airachnid for was there. All Jack saw was a beaten creature, unmoving and silent. Defenseless, vulnerable, and at his complete mercy.

Turning away, Jack looked down at his fists and watched as they twitched. He could feel the tension in his bones. The anger that swelled within. He wanted to snap the femme's neck, crush her head like a broken pile of scrape, just for everything she had done.

But with a sigh, Jack dropped his hands and looked away.

"Alright," he muttered, clenching his eyes shut, "...alright..."

His lowered, Jack turned back to his mother. Without a word, the massive Skeleton released its hold on Airachnid, and floated after Jack. The beast's hands loosened and dropped the femme's helm, allowing to fall to the ground. Such furious attacks, the stature, and even the presence of the beast began to drift off, cooling off like a simmering fire.

Airachnid, without anything holding her up, crashed into the ground and landed face first. It was there that she sat. Silent, motionless...but still in one piece.

Now vanquished, both mother and son took a moment to relax. June leaned back and sighed, her nerves shaking like a leaf. Though, they were nothing compared to her son's. At the moment, Jack could actually feel everything begin to drift off like a weightless cloud. The anger, the tension, the very urge to bury his boot into someone's face. All of it began to drift off, like steam being released from the lip of a hot teapot. There was just so much that Jack felt his shoulders go limp in relief.

Which seconds later, they immediately went rigid with pain, Jack bit his lip, "Ow..."

As the tension vanished like a bad dream, the teen felt himself awake to a sea of pain.

Without a goal in sight and the anger to claim it holding everything back, an eruption of pain gripped the boy's body. His skin felt as if it was burning, his cells were tearing themselves apart, and his bones? Each had a crack within them where lava pooled out from within. If Jack hadn't been feeling a dull version of the pain since it had started, he surely would have screamed.

But with his anger disappearing, something else faded into the night The massive, behemoth of a Skeleton. The thing that had fought for Jack, that had protected him, slowly vanished from sight.

The flames that had burned so bright in the night, vanished as if a rain had doused them. Its might limbs that had beaten the Cybertronian into submission, fell it its side as if the life had left. And even the beast's glowing eyes disappeared, leaving its skull empty and void. And without even a flicker, the beast vanished. Its bones disappeared, dissolving just as they had when they first appeared. All that remained was Jack, who sat along with a tingle in his eyes.

With a sigh, Jack glanced at his mother and smiled.

His body felt in pain, worn out like a year old punching back. If he had the choice, Jack would have honestly gone to sleep for an entire week, not even giving school or work a second thought. But regardless of the pain he felt or the stingy, anger that clung pointlessly to the back of the boy's mind, Jack smiled at his mother.

At the very least, she was alright.

"So..." June murmured, shifting in place, "I guess...you weren't kidding about the robot thing, weren't you?"

Grasping his knees, Jack let out a soft, cough ridden chuckle, "Oh, you remember that...? Heh, nah...I wasn't. Though, I...kinda wish you didn't have to meet one...like this..."

Out of all the ways Jack could think of for his mother to find out the truth, this wasn't one of his top choices. In fact, if he had a list, this wouldn't even be in the top a hundred choices. Jack wouldn't have even his worst enemy pit through such a hell they had gone though. If anything, he would of been just happy with showing his mother Arcee and then being done with it-

Jack snapped upward, his eyes going wide, "Oh god-!"

His anger no longer blinding him, Jack remembered everything. Arcee, where she was, what had happened. How MECH had knocked her out, intent on doing god knows what to her like they had done to Breakdown. Jack, how he had merely left her to go chase after his mother. How he had sworn to go back and help her after he had made sure his mother was okay.

She was still back there, in that accursed warehouse. Alone, defenseless, and abandoned by her own partner!

Horror filled Jack, a deep fear of what he had let happen. Gripping his head, the teen shook frantically and silently muttered to himself over and over again, "No, no, no, no, no!"

June looked up at her son, alarmed, "Jack? What is it?!"

Frantically, Jack looked around. The section of Jasper they were in was a painful mess. Holes covered the ground in every direction, fires were everywhere, at least three buildings had been reduced to wreckage, and the fires. A bomb looked as if it had been set off, and that seemed to be an understatement.

'Where, where is...come on, where!?' Jack yelled at himself. He searched for the path he had ran in from not so long ago. He figured that from there, he could make his way back to the warehouse Silas had tricked him and Arcee into coming to. If he could get back there, maybe he could save her too.

If it wasn't too late.

"Jack!" his mother screamed again, "Whats wrong?!"

The teen clutched his head and took a knee. What if it was too late? How long had he been wasting time? Again! First beating up on those MECH agents and now Airachnid!? What was wrong with him!? Instead of attacking them, he should of been doing what was important! His mother had almost fallen to her death because of his delays and now...

"No!" Jack yelled.

As emotions continued to build, a single drop of blood rolled down his cheek, "I...I need to get back! They still have...I can still-!"

Watching confused, June tried to stand up so to approach her son, "Jack, please! Talk to me, whats wrong!?"

The sound of his mother's voice snapped Jack back to reality like the sound of glass shattering. Quite violently, Jack nearly ripped a good chunk of his hair out as he looked up. Still slightly twitching, the teen looked to his mother with a frantic and slightly unnerving look in his eyes.

"Arcee! M-my motorcycle! These guys knocked her out and I need to go-"

"What the hell..."

An unknown voice broke through the air. Jack stopped, frozen in place. His eyes grew wide while his hands balled into fists and his mouth clamped shut.

June in the meanwhile, blinked confusingly, "Huh?"

Mother and son turned around and set their eyes on a small portion of the clearing, one that was untouched by the chaos. No fires had tainted the ground or sky, the pavement and concrete were still intact, and the builds had naught a scratch on them. But from this peace, the voice along with who it belonged to, revealed themselves.

The voice, unknown to either, had emerged nearby. Several men stepped into the clearing through a nearby path, one set between two buildings that had been untouched by the battle. To the naked eye, most would assume police officers or even firefighters might have been responsible. A response from the authorities over the destruction was overdue.

But as the men emerged, the boy narrowed his eyes. They wore nothing that could be considered normal. Masks adorned their faces, grey military uniforms graved their bodies, and rifles sat in their hands.

A spark flickered to life within Jack, the very sight of these men triggered something within the teen.

"The hell happened here?" one of the men muttered, eyes wide in shock."

Another shrugged, "No clue...looked like a bomb had gone off..."

"Did the Spider plan to blow them all up or something?"

"Not a clue..."

Stepping out from the shadows, many of the MECH agents glanced around the area with confusion. Their job had been to find out what was going on, as their boss had a feeling things hadn't been going alright with their 'partner'. Perhaps some of the other machines had shown up, or she was just playing a little rough, no one could guess which.

But when the squad arrived at the location, none had been prepared for what they had found.

"Yeah..." one of them muttered, "...I'll just call this in."

As the rest of his squad looked almost ready to turn tail and run, one of their numbers lowered his weapon and activated his radio. They had been sent there one for a reason, and he at least was going to keep to that reason. Yet even then, the man could not keep his eyes off what they had found, especially the looming...thing that stood over Jack.

They weren't the only ones who could not keep themselves from gawking though. June looked on at the group in shock as well but for another reason.

"You-!" she almost cried, "You're the-!"

June remembered, those last few moments of consciousness she had before waking up here on that building. Her ending shift at the hospital, walking out to her car, the van pulling up. She remembered everything, and she remembered the men in that van. They were the last thing she had seen, and they looked exactly the same to the men she looked at now.

They were the same, which meant...

These jerks were the assholes that kidnapped her!

Such news shook June frantically. She hadn't given the men a thought due to the monstrous commotion Airachnid and her son had caused. Now that she knew though, June turned to her son and tried to warn him. But the seconds she gazed at her son, June stopped and gazed with wide eyes.

Jack faced the ground, his eyes hidden behind his hair. His body was still like a stature, unmoving aside from his hands. They were clenched shut, so tight that his nails nearly pierced skin. Bones popped painfully as his knuckles turned white. A sneer sat trembling on his face, no words escaping his throat.

"...Jack?" his mother asked, growing concerned.

The teen twitched, almost awakened by the woman's voice. Painfully, Jack lifted his gaze up and glared across the clearing. He ignored his mother, he ignored Airachnid, and he ignored everything else that could possibly draw his attention. Jack focused everything on the men, the agents of Silas' organization.

And he saw red.

"You!"

One word cut through the silence. It was loud, echoing and powerful, as if someone had spoken through a loud speaker. While it echoed through the empty lot though, the word smacked into the squad like a bag of bricks. Raw emotion crashed into them, as if they had been pointed out from within a sea of people.

Flinching, each man turned their attention towards the source of such a cry.

Jack, silent as the grave, began marching towards the men, much to their confusion.

"The hell?" one of the men muttered, dumbfounded.

Remarkably, Jack's approach wasn't what confused the men. In reality, it was the fact that he was doing while in the condition he was in. Jack's body was in ruins. His legs constantly dragged themselves through the lot while his arms hung limply at his sides. The teen's shoulders were slumped forward without a hint of resistance, unable to keep themselves up.

With every step he took, Jack wheezed and coughed like an old man. Blood continued to drip down his face, falling to the ground as he marched toward the group.

Of his whole body, only the teen's eyes remained untouched by his weariness. While the rest of him sat ready to fall into unconsciousness, his red orbs continued to glare across at the men. Strained, bloodied, and as red as the most furious flames, Jack's eyes pierced the agents as he slowly marched towards them.

Unaware of such a glare, the squad watched dumbfounded as the teen approached them. Some were amused by his stumbling while others were just, confused, "Is this kid serious?"

"No idea," one of them muttered, "Think we should just...you know?"

The others shrugged, "Dunno, the boss wanted to see what was going on here...speaking of which, you get a hold of him yet?"

One of the men shook his head and fiddled with his radio, "Working on it. This town has some of the worst connection I've ever seen, its nuts. Though, might as well just clean up. I bet the boss would be more than up for ripping that bitch apart too. Been creepy as hell while shes been around."

None of the others objected to that. Airachnid had made their daily activities an utter hell while she was around. Made many of their operatives wonder if they'd be able to walk the halls of their base alone, in the dark without having to worry about her pulling anything.

Quite a few of them had nightmares of the...webbing incident where their boss had first ran into the giant mechanical spider.

A grunt lifted his rifle and shrugged, "Right, we're likely to get our ears yelled off if we don't."

The remaining members of the squad nodded. With the authorities now on the hunt for them, MECH had very little room to leave things behind. The kidnapping scenario, retrieving those two bumbling idiots from the police after they had been caught. Nothing could be traced back to them, not a word or a whisper.

Not even a kid and his mother-

"You...all, set this up..."

Stopping, the squad slowly turned around.

Across the clearing, Jack continued to walk toward the group. The sight made the squad laugh, each amused by the boy's determination. On the other side of things, June struggled with her bindings, unable to do a thing as her son approached. These were the same men who kidnapped her, and the sight of those guns did not help cool the woman's worry.

But as the wind itself looked ready to knock Jack on his behind, a angered hiss escaped through the teen's bloody teeth.

"You and that bald...bastard of a boss!" he hissed, "You helped her find us, you led her in our direction!..."

Clenching his eyes shut, memories flashed across his line of sight, "You involved my mother, you attacked Arcee! Everything you've done here, all of it is one your HEADS!"

Even as a horrid cough gripped Jack's lungs, he continued forward. The squad's laughter vanished swiftly, disappearing as they grew ever more uncomfortable. Jack continued forward, almost beyond what he should of been able to do. His feet dragged themselves across the ground, his hands trembled as they clenched together, and blood continued to drip down his face.

And yet, he continued onward, much to the men's confusion.

'The hell is with this kid!?' one of the grunts thought, 'Hes about ready to fall over, and hes insulting us? Did that spider...mess...with his...he...'

The grunts, armed and dangerous, stopped in their tracks. Suddenly, their blood ran cold. Disbelief invaded their bodies, and an uncomfortable feeling slowly began to grip their spines. Slowly, their eyes panned up and gawked at a sight above Jack, something of a looming shadow flowing overhead.

"What..." another man muttered, his body going numb, ...the fuck..."

"...my god..."

As his feet slowly crawled across the ground, an inferno erupted around Jack. Flames, unnaturally blue, burst to life and surrounded the teen. It began as sparks at first, such as a flicker that came off of Jack's shoes as he walked. But from these embers, the fire grew. From a flicker of like, an inferno, a massive blizzard of blue flames erupted around Jack, seemingly consuming him.

The squad looked on in confusion. At first, one glance had told the men that Jack was gone, disappeared within the eruption of flames. But with the inferno raged, the men gasped when they saw Jack, unharmed and at the center of the inferno, as if he was the heart of the flames themselves.

'What...what the hell...' an agent trembled.

'The hell is this!?'

The crackling of fire drowned out nearly everything. Jack's wheezing, his coughing, all of it was overcome by the flames crackling. Yet even then, something else appeared within the flames.

Bones. Massive, colossal, and translucent bones appeared from within the fire. They formed from nothing, appearing out of the heat itself as they took a familiar shape. A massive spine was first, followed by ribs, an upper body, arms, fists, and finally a skull. Massive, colossal bones appeared within the inferno, towering over Jack as tall as a Cybertronian would have.

Its eyes, empty sockets in the skull, came to life. Energy, as if power itself illuminated the skull interior, giving life to the entire frame. The Skeleton's massive arms lifted themselves up and slammed into the ground, creating a near earthquake with their force alone. The Skull reared itself back and roared, its unnatural, primal voice echoing throughout the area.

"Holy shit..." one of the men muttered, the rest to shocked for words.

With a crack of its boney neck, the Skeleton glared down at the men, just as Jack had. Merely looking into the monster's pupil-less eyes made the men twitch. They raised their weapons at the monster, but could not keep them steady. Like their bodies, their hands twitched uncontrollably, fingers barely touching the triggers.

None weren't prepared, not for this.

Both Jack and his monster closed in on the men, they neared the breaking point. Many began muttering, fear and doubt taking hold. But as the group talked, Jack felt something twitch somewhere within his mind. A slew of memories raced in, everything the group, their boss, their entire organization had done to them.

And it was gust them, not the bots at large, not the Decepticons, and not even solely Jack himself.

He remembered everything they had done to him, his mother, and Arcee.

Jack bit his lip as the memories flowed in, sending a tremor of hate spiraling through his body, "The people you've harmed, tried to harm-"

These men had helped kidnap June, starting the whole affair. Silas had taunted Jack with his mother's disappearance, sat back as their signal tortured Arcee, and watched without even a hint of humanity as Arcee was knocked unconscious. None of them cared what Airachnid was going to do, they KNEW what she was going to do and gave them up anyway!

Every detail, every word, and every comment built up within the teen, like a ticking bomb. And all of it, in one flashing moment, made something just...

Snap.

"All of you!" he howled, "For what you've done, why don't you all just-!"

In one swift instant, Jack clapped his hands together. What happened next was like a blur. Jack's hands moved like a blur, casing the grunts to look on with what confusion they could muster. None had all that much chance to notice his actions however, as their attention was instead drawn to the behemoth and its own actions.

Whilst Jack flew through his hand-signs, the Skeleton moved its arms. It looked as if it was moving out of the way of something. A fact the men realized far too late.

Finished, Jack brought one hand up to his mouth and glared at the squad, one final time.

"-Burn!"

Nothing prepared the agents for what they witnessed. Jack, with one small exhale, unleashed a massive fireball upon the world. Flames had erupted from his mouth and transformed upon touching the air, forming the fireball from the bowls of his being. The orb flew through the air like a cannonball, shooting towards the group as looked on.

Frantically, the squad shook their heads free from the confusion and did the first thing they could think of. Some fired at the ball of flames, praying to something that their bullets could stop its rapid approach. Others simply threw their weapons aside and ran for it, taking the flight option rather than fighting.

But as the flames drew closer, one grunt took one look at the orb and dropped his gun, "Well..."

"Shit."

With a colossal bomb, the fireball crashed into the side of the warehouse in a thunderous explosion. Flames shot up and across the building's side, some even truckling across the ground in the aftermath. Such a detention shook the very ground itself, sending a backlash of heat that nearly felt similar to a hurricane's wrath.

Again, June nearly found herself knocked on her side by the force of the heat while her son watched on.

But off to the side, a slight twitch occurred, unknown to all others.

The MECH agents weren't so lucky. In a span of seconds, many of their number were consumed by the fiery blaze. Some were instantly vaporized, reduced to husks of ash within the blink of an eye. Those who tried to run fared slightly better, but their backs suffered the fire's wrath all the same. Anyone not burned to a crisp were tossed to the side, the force of their landing knocking them into unconsciousness.

Darkness claimed them, leaving the once strong and ready group in the chaos that had been created. The warehouse they had gathered in front of was a smoking wreck, stained with ashes and burnt bodies. Death, charred flesh and leather, and chaos reigned, all from the hands of one teen.

June gawked at her son, her eyes wide in disbelief, "I..."

Jack himself stood in silence, watching as his flames slowly vanished into the night. The ash and smoke of the blast slowly became all that was left, resulting in one more scar among their tiny town. But as the smoke drifted off into the sky, Jack frowned at the remains, glaring at where the bodies had fallen.

Even while covered in ash and smelling of burnt flesh, the teen couldn't help but sneer.

'Better than you deserved-'

"!"

Suddenly, Jack dropped to the ground. He fell on his knees and wrapped his arms around his body, "Ah-!"

Pain. A vicious, horrifying pain gripped the teen. He froze, gasping for air as his entire body lit up like a Christmas tree. Every inch, every cell, every pour he had screamed out in agony. Jack could barely even contain it, the pain was like nothing he had felt before. His body trembled, fingers shook, and hands dug into the sides of his arms.

He couldn't even scream. The limits he had were gone, torn apart by his ambition. All that remained was pain, an agonizing sensation ripping throughout the boy's entire body. Hellish, nightmarish torment, stabbing at the very core of the boy's essence.

Recovering from the massive heatwave from earlier, June looked to her son with shock, "Jack!?"

She tried to stand, she tried to get some footing so she could run over to the boy. But once more, the woman had little luck. A certain spider had left the woman without a way to move effectively. She was bound, tied up like some pathetic damsel tired to a train tracks. And while no train was coming to run her over, June looked to her son helplessly.

The boy himself sat withering in pain. His clenched his eyes shut, begging for the pain to end.

In the distance, a sudden rumble echoed through the air. Less than a few yards away from Jack, from June, someone could hear the sound of stones crumbling if they listened close enough. Like a few boulders falling off a mountain, bits of concrete and pavement fell to the ground, breaking into even more pieces.

June, caught off guard by the sudden noise, turned around, unsure of what it was.

But as she looked, she gasped at what she saw, "Oh god..."

Pushing herself from the broken crater that had become her home, Arachnid limped back onto her feet. Beaten, broken from the pummeling Jack had delivered onto her, the spider glared across the landscape with one functioning optic. Everything else on the femme was utterly trashed, from her frame to her broken arm. Even her helm had dents in it too.

Regardless of all the damage however, Airachnid stood and hobbled off.

Straight toward Jack.

Horrified, June watched as the femme stumbled her way towards the teen. Her feet scraped against the ground, dragging themselves in a painful, slow limp. Jack however, remained perfectly still during the entire exchange. His body sat trembling, frozen as if he was in shock. He didn't even glance back at Airachnid and see the femme as she approached.

Eyes widening, June yelled to her son as loud as she could, "JACK! The Spider! She-shes up again!"

Everything June could think of, she screamed it. Begging, yelling, demanding, ordering, and even crying, she said it all, everything she could think of to catch her son's attention. But as Airachnid drew in for the kill, Jack stood still, like a statue unaware of the hammer about to come down upon him.

"Jack! Come on! Move! Please! Shes coming! Right now! You gotta move! I know you're tired but...Jack! Please! MOVE!"

The teen remained still, paralyzed with pain.

Finally coming to a stop, Airachnid stood just feet behind Jack with her optic glaring down at the teen. As silent as the grave, the former Con lifted her remaining arm and straightened out her palm, sharp claws and all. Slowly, she pulled her arm back and aimed it at an angle, where its very tip found itself aimed directly at Jack's back.

June screamed, helpless as Airachnid prepared to end it. She pulled her arm back and swiftly lurched forward with a hiss, stabbing at Jack with the sharpened limb.

Seconds passed by in what seemed like an eternity. Airachnid's claw shot towards Jack, aiming straight for his spine. June screamed and struggled frantically with her bindings. And Jack remained still, unable to move, to talk, or even think due to the hellish pain ripping through his body.

But just as the Spider's claws aimed to strike home, something appeared.

At first, it appeared to be a low rumbling, like thunder sitting up within the clouds. Then, it grew louder and closer, like something approaching the battlefield. June stopped screaming, and glanced up, as did Airachnid. It wasn't thunder or something of the like...instead it sounded like an...

Engine?

In the moment of confusion, something shot forward. A blue blur flew through the air and smashed into Airachnid. None had seen where it had come from, as if it had emerged from nowhere. But the force of its arrival alone knocked Airachnid to the ground, hissing as she fell. Both it and the Spider fell to the side, away from Jack and June. But as Airachnid landed, the blur began to transform.

June blinked, "Is that...the motorcycle?"

No one was driving it, but June recognized the blue. The motorcycle that Jack had drove almost everyday, it was the very one that had caused their argument for the past few days. It had crashed into the giant robot and knocked her off of Jack, and now...it was transforming into something...bigger.

Something humanoid, and something that made June gawk, "I don't believe it."

Slowly, Jack willed himself to look up. The pain he felt was excruciating, but one glance at the bike as it finished made him smile. For the first time since the fight had begun, Jack felt relief. Not relief from the pain of course, that still burned bright. But, relief in itself.

'You're okay...' he sighed, 'Thank god...'

Falling back to Earth, the motorcycle stood transformed. Out of the bike, Arcee sprang forth and landed, her body standing between the boy and her dreaded enemy. She stood just as tall as Airachnid, blue armor glowing in the light of Jack's construct. Two massive blades deployed from her arms, shining in the moonlight. She glared across the broken landscape, her optics ignoring everything but her foe.

Airachnid pushed herself up from the ground. Her body creaked and moaned in resistance, but she forced it none the less.

"You...slagging.." she slurred, Energon dripping down her mouth.

Arcee crossed her blades, the metal gleaming as she took a fighting stance, "I won't let you touch them, you hear me? Never again!"

The spider twitched. Her frame trembled, shaking wildly. A wild, fierce look exploded within her remaining optic. In a moment of utter insanity, Airachnid threw herself at Arcee. She crashed into the femme and tore into her like a rabid dog. She scratched, tore, and clawed at the Autobot, all with her remaining arm.

"Touch them!? I won't touch them! I'll do worse than that! So much worse!" she hissed, "I'll rip them apart, make them feed for some animal, I tear them into ribbons, and I'll make you watch!"

Arcee flinched and skidded back. She held her arms up and used her blades as a shield against Airachnid's frenzy. She struck wildly and without end, her claws tearing and scratching against the sides of the blades, denting and scratching them with every strike. One thrust however, proved too fierce. The claws struck too hard and bounced off the blade, sending themselves and their owner wide.

Arcee, seeing this as a moment, quickly struck back. As Airachnid tried to pull her arm back under control, Arcee kicked the femme in her side, smashing into her broken frame.

Pain flared against the Spider as Arcee fought on. She followed up her kick with another and stuck the Con's upside her own helm. But she didn't stop with just one. The Autobot furiously attacked again and again, pummeling the damaged femme until she staggered backwards.

Now limp in a daze, Arcee twisted herself around and slammed the very heel of her leg onto the top of Airachnid's head. Such a blow cracked the Spider's helm, buckling her legs as the ground grew ever closer.

As the femme dropped however, Airachnid dove at Arcee and tackled her out of the air. Neither able to hold the other up, both Cybertronians slammed back onto the ground, their bodies cracking the pavement. Off to the side, Jack flinched as the impact shook the ground, his eyes watching as the two continued to struggle, even then.

While grounded, both machines rolled and struggled amongst each other, grabbing and pushing in an attempt to gain an advantage.

It was practically a blur of fists and claws, the two femmes grunting and cursing while they fought.

As they rolled, the tables suddenly turned. Airachnid, by use of what remained of her legs, pinned Arcee to the ground and began swiping maddeningly at her. She had only one arm to use but the talons were as sharp as ever. Luckily, after one swing missed her helm by just an inch, Arcee caught the Con's arm and held it back, just barely keeping it from scaring her hide.

For what seemed like minutes, the pair sat stuck in a stalemate. Airachnid, with only one arm, pressed down on Arcee while the bot desperately kept her back. But with the ground underneath her, the bot found herself in an odd position with little move to maneuver.

They were trapped, stuck staring into the eyes of their enemy.

Smirking, the former Con leaned forward and chuckled, "Now...this seems familiar."

"Tell me, how often have we found ourselves in such positions...I'm curious," she mused regardless of Arcee's struggling, "We really have been doing this for a while...too long in fact. Its been the same dance for years and I'm growing quite sick of it if you ask me..."

"So...if you don't mind..."

Furiously. Airachnid pressed down, forcing her claws ever closer to Arcee helm, "Lets put an end to this and let me tear out your spark!"

The ground, the very dirt underneath the two bent underneath their weight. Airachnid, by force of will alone, forced her arm down, drawing her claws ever closer to Arcee's frame. The Autobot pushed back, giving all she had. But with the ground pressing back against her, Arcee found nothing to fall back on. She was without support.

A fact the Spider laughed at, sounding almost unhinged, "Thats it! Just a little more!"

Slowly, her claws began to press forward, inching downward toward the bot's face. Arcee trembled, struggling as the limb continued forth. Her elbows dug into the ground, her hands shaking as she pushed back. All the while, Airachnid laughed, finding amusement in the struggling she saw in the femme's optics.

As she laughed though, Airachnid failed to notice something. A creaking noise, akin to bones cracking. The soft patter of footsteps in the distance...

And, a bright, blue-ish glow that shined off the back of her frame.

"Enough."

Just as Airachnid began a shiver of laughter, something silenced her. A massive, skeletal fist rose up from behind the two femmes and grabbed Airachnid by the face. It was so large that it nearly entirely engulfed the Spider's head, leaving not even a sliver of her helm sticking out from between its fingers.

As she struggled, the fist swiftly lifted Airachnid off the ground, freeing the Autobot from beneath her frame.

Able to sit up, Arcee followed her foe up and readied her blasters. But as the bot glanced upward, she stopped. Her optics widened and her blasters slowly lowered to the ground. Upon first arriving, she had skimmed over it, Airachnid having taken her focus the moment she saw her. But now, Arcee saw it. The flaming Skeleton, the behemoth of bones. Standing just as tall as an average bot, blue flames swirling around it, glaring forth with massive glowing eyes, and finally...

Her optics widened in surprise, "What..."

The person who stood, slouched over in-between its massive ribcage.

"I'm tired, and I'm sick of seeing your twisted face..." Jack hissed, his eyes twitching painfully, "So, please..."

"GET LOST!"

Clutching the machine as tight as he could, Jack took one step and lobbed Airachnid across the clearing. The massive Skeleton whipped the Spider through the air, sending her flying across the pavement and smashing painfully in the one final building. A lone warehouse, far across the clearing on the clear other side of their battlefield.

Airachnid slammed into the warehouse and ripped right through, leaving a massive hole in her wake. And just like that, Airachnid vanished, disappearing into the shadows without a sound.

Shadows, she did not re-emerge from.

"Primus..." Arcee muttered, optics wide.

Lowering his arm, Jack cracked his neck. He watched, silently observing where Airachnid had landed. His eyes narrowed and looked deep into the shadows, scanning for even the slightest trace of movement. But, when nothing came about, the teen let out a sigh and turned to Arcee.

"You okay?"

Flinching, Arcee blinked and shook her helm. She turned to Jack, trying her best not to look as confused as she felt. Something that wasn't all that easily given the massive Skeleton that sat floating around the boy's body. It was about as distracting as Bulkhead wanting to solve a problem with anything besides punching or blowing something up.

"Um...yeah...fine." she muttered, almost a whisper.

Another sigh escaped the teen, "Good..."

Slowly, Jack turned once again. This time, his gaze fell upon his mother. June had thankfully remained out of range of the femme's battle. She still had Airachnid's webbing tied all around her body, and her hair wasn't in the best condition given all the explosions, fire, and ash that had torn up the sky, but aside from that? His mother looked fine.

Least, that was what the boy's eyes could tell him, "Mom? You feeling alright?"

A wide look in her eyes, June turned to her son and blinked, "...I think so.."

"Not really sure of...anything thats going on anymore..." she muttered, glancing down at herself, "But...I'm fine, kinda want this stuff off though..."

Silently shaking his head, Jack sighed. Relief quickly filled his chest, like a nice warm shower after one hell of a day. And if Jack knew anything, he knew they had been having more than a hell of a day. The notion of it simply being that felt like a gross understatement, at the very least even.

Taking a step forward, Jack rubbed his head and nodded, "Alright, thats fair."

"I'll just..."

Before he could even finish his sentence, Jack fell to his knees.

Arcee sat up while June looked over at Jack, both alarmed, "Jack?"

Suddenly, a smack of exhaustion struck Jack across the face. His entire body, from the very tip of his head to the bottom of his feet grew tired, to the point of near collapse. Legs grew numb, unable to move. Arms fell to the side, limp and lifeless. Breathing became troubled, wheezing and coughs taking root. And even his head slumped, as heavy as led.

June and Arcee called out, alarmed by the sight. Regardless of how much they screamed however, Jack didn't hear them, not the slightest whisper.

"...get to that..." he gasped, holding his chest with a trembling hand.

Slowly, the world grew dark. Jack's eyes turned dull, the life draining out of them like a leaking pipe. The strange transformation, sparked by rage, slowly disappeared. They shifted back to normal, first the bizarre form he had grown used to over the last few weeks, and then the stormy blue eyes he had been born with. But as the red left his orbs, a haze set in.

A tiring fog, creeping in from all sides.

"...in a minute."

One final whisper, and he fell.

Jack collapsed, falling face first to the cold hard ground. His eyes began creeping shut, a darkness flowing in from all sides.

Voices echoed, screaming silently in the distance. June and Arcee shot to their feet and ran, their voices echoing into the night. But to Jack, he heard nothing. He felt nothing. Nothing at all, aside from a dull, cold feeling. His hands were numb, his legs were numb, and the teen slowly felt his eyes creep shut on him.

Of the last things he saw, two blurry figures ran in the boy's direction...

And then, darkness.

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A.N:

Damn. Well, at least it was about as big as the last one. In word count anyway. But still, how as the chapter guys? I actually wanted to include more...but, I felt this was a nice way to end it. Would of been REALLY big if I included some of the other stuff. Still, things get a bit more...explain-y next time, and then the fun gets rolling! Jack's eyes have been awakened, June knows about the bots, and Arcee is VERY confused.

She missed, quite a bit, didn't she?

Wait, do I say that a lot? I have a feeling I do...Oh well, I'm not lying. I'm sure there iss a lot of questions coming up, but things are going to get banging soon, and we might even see a few familiar faces that some people from the other side of this story may know. Not who you're expecting of course, but...we'll see.

Regardless, I hope you guys enjoyed this Chapter, if you got a question, PM me or leave it in a review, and I'll see you guys next time!

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RxR- Read & Review please.