Transformers Belongs To Hasbro

Chapter 12

Pixel had been lost for words when Megatron had said those words to her. He never intended on letting her go. She was treated well here but she would always be a prisoner, no matter what words she said to the tyrant. How long had she been here? Weeks...Months...? Pixel wasn't sure but she knew it the days she had stayed here, there had been no obvious attempt at anyone trying to rescue her. What if they had given up on her and presumed that she was dead?! The thought was too terrible to entertain for very long.

Megatron wanted to mate her, that much was true. What would he do if she refused him? He was a monster but would he really go so far as to force himself upon her if she back? Pixel did not know but she afraid that one day that day would come. A little voice in her processor whispered doubts to her. They said that she would give herself willingly to Megatron, but she couldn't believe the words. She cared for him but he taken so much from her and done so many heinous crimes against her people, even if she came from a caste that made her a toy in their optics... That bit of truth made her spark ache painfully. Was he telling the truth?

The sliding of a door opening caught her attention. Was Megatron back so soon? She quickly wiped the tears from her face. Pixel did not want him to see her crying again. It seemed like that was all she did nowadays. Back on the ship, she never wore a frown and was always happy. But that felt like a lifetime ago.

"Aw, did Megatron make you cry again, sweety?" a cool, feminine voice asked. Pixel's optics widened as she realized who stood in the doorway: Airachnid.

"W-What are you doing here? Megatron said that only he or Soundwave was allowed to fetch me from his room..." Pixel questioned, weary of the older female. Megatron spoke of his distrust of her and had always said to keep away from the spider woman. If Megatron was concerned about her, then Pixel was utterly terrified of her. Airachnid had been the one to beat her beloved Captain so badly.

"The last time I checked, I didn't give a frag about what that mech had to say. Now, we are going to go for a little walk and you're going to come along like the good little femme that I know you are." Airachnid purred, strutting up to the smaller female. A smile curled her lips as Pixel curled away from her. The arachnid had loved to play with femmes like her when she had ran the interrogations back in Kaon. Sweet tears wetting their features, bright optics begging for mercy, their sweet cries when she had inflicted her punishments. The look in Pixel's optics brought back such good memories.

"I...I'm not going with you." Pixel stuttered, but trying to stay firm. She couldn't let this femme intimidate her. There was no way she trusted her or the way she spoke of Megatron. Pixel had always been safe under his jurisdiction, but this femme did not follow those rules.

Airachnid simply smiled as she ran a claw down the wall as she walked toward the berth. Pixel flinched as acid ate through the marks already left. She had to get away from this femme before those claws made contact with armor.

"At least give me a reason you want me to go with you!" The smaller femme whimpered, trying to buy time. Maybe if she was lucky enough, Megatron would come back early and cease this scene.

"It's quite simple, sweety. Megatron cares about you, which makes you valuable. Valuable enough to buy me into an important bot's little club. Once he has you, Megatron will cease to be the one in charge and I'll be one step closer to taking over this faction and making it something respectable, as me as the Decepticon Queen." Airachnid explained. Pixel did not quite understand.

"So...you're kidnapping me for a bot that wants to take over the Decepticons...? But how would that make you the Queen? That bot will be the leader." Pixel asked, hoping the explanations would last long.

"Naive child, I was proposed a spot at this mech's side if I was to bring something of value to him. He has other bots that follow him. It's a lot easier to take down Megatron when you have friends to help you." the older femme chuckled, coming close enough to run a talon gently across her shoulder. Pixel shuddered at the attention.

"So you want others to take out Megatron for you... and then you take out their leader when they don't expect a thing?" Pixel asked, slowly putting the pieces together. Airachnid wanted to kill Megatron and she was going use Pixel to do it!

"Oh you are a smart one. This mech has been around for quite some time, why do you think I came to this dirt ball of a planet? Now, why don't you come along and not give me trouble, hmmm?" Airachnid asked, bringing her face close as she gripped Pixel by the chin. The older femme's lips were so close that it frightened her.

"NO!" Pixel cried, pushing her away and the grip on her chin. Primus only knew what these new mechs would do to her! At least here, she knew that Megatron would keep her safe from others.

Airachnid hissed harshly as she swiped at her. Her claws easily ripped through the berth coverings as she grabbed at the tiny femme. Oh, she enjoyed the chase but she did not have time to play around with the brat.

Pixel rolled off the berth and away from Airachnid's grabbing servos. She had to make it to the door and escape! There was no way she could take on a full grown warrior class femme in a fight.

"Get back here!" Airachnid screeched, catching Pixel around the neck. The smaller femme was quickly flung against the wall to put an end to her little rebellion. Pixel cried out as her back struck and pain shot across her neural sensors. Before she had the chance to stand, Airachnid was already on her. Long legs straddled the smaller femme and long servos came up to pin her servos against the floor. Airachnid smirked down at her prey as she asserted her dominance. Pixel looked utterly horrified as she looked up at the witch.

Her venting hitched as she felt lips pressed against her delicate neck plating.

"Ah, you smell lovely, sweety. I heard you were a companion class but I never knew they gave off such a wonderful scent. It must be fun getting to play the part as Megatron's little whore." Airachnid chortled, lips moving softly against the neck plating. Pixel whimpered as she weakly struggled. There was no way she could get free. She was no whore and the comment stung sharply. Was that how all the Decepticons saw her? Megatron's little whorebot that he kept locked away for his pleasure?

"Oh, don't cry. I'm not going to hurt you. Torrent wouldn't want his little prize in bad shape. I'm sure you'll see him when you wake." Airachnid purred, glossa trailing the soft plating before her mouth opened and revealed sharp fangs. Pixel screamed as the the dentas sunk deep into her neck plating and hot fluid poured into the wound. The poison made quick work of shutting down her systems until only her optics were left on. They stayed on long enough to see a taunting kiss planted on her forehead and then everything went black.

Pixel feared she was dead when she awoke. Her chassis could not move and her optics would not online themselves. All she knew was that she was awake and could hear. The words were muffled at first and then began to clear up enough for her to understand.

"So this is what you spoke of, Airachnid? The femme is barely matured and looks as if she would break upon contact." a voice chuckled darkly. It was a voice she did not recognize. It was voice that spoke with confidence and sounded as if he feared nothing in this world. It reminded her of how Megatron spoke to others.

"Trust me, Megatron likes her so much that he keeps her locked up in his room all day. He wants her all to himself. You know how possessive he can be, Torrent." a voice she recognized as Airachnid chuckled.

"Ah, she's a pretty little thing. I wonder if she has much of a personality on her." the voice belonging to 'Torrent' questioned. Pixel could hear heavy footsteps approach her and a heavy servo stroked the length of her back. The contact almost felt nice against the aching plating.

"Hmph, the only thing I've seen from her is terror and a lack of speech. I hardly can see what Megatron likes about her besides a pretty face. She's probably just good for a nice frag every night." Airachnid scoffed. The other figure seemed to be contemplating something as Pixel felt his servo stop on the small of her back.

"Oh, Megatron hasn't interfaced with her yet. You can see it in her features. They are too innocent. Once a femme is mated, you can see it in the face. They gain a look of maturity around the optics. She still has the look of virgin femme." Torrent chortled. Pixel felt his servo leave her back. Instead, a large digit stroked under her right optic. Why was this mech touching her and why was he so gentle? Surely he meant her no harm to touch her so kindly.

"You always were the one to read bots, Torrent. I would expect nothing less from one of Megatron's ex-general. He will not expect a thing from you. Doesn't he think you're dead?" Airachnid asked. A husky chuckle flitted through Pixel's receptors.

"Ah, I'm sure those rumors have spread to him by now. I'm sure it will not surprise him to find out that I am 'dead'. Bots die everyday in this war. It's a shame we have to kill him but the dark energon has seemed to make him rather unstable as of late." Torrent responded, his servo removing itself from Pixel's being.

"Of course, now has my gift been a sufficient token into your organization. You even seem to be fond of the brat. The little slut has a way of attracting all sorts of bots." Airachnid scoffed, but wanting an answer.

Pixel's optics were finally starting to online themselves and she could make out two shapes. One was familiar and she knew it must be Airachnid. The other bot was a massive mech. He was about the size of Megatron but he was not boulder of a mech such as the Autobot Bulkhead. She could tell he was well built and very strong from the look of his build. She could make out the molten gold that made up one of his optics, the other was marred by a rugged scar that crossed the optic.

"Was the femme sufficient? Oh, she was more than enough. You have brought me quite the gift. I certainly was not expecting a femme to be brought to me on a silver platter. But, you made a grave decision, my dear. You have taken me for a fool." Torrent said, his charming voice turning dark. A look of confusion flashed across the spider's features.

"W-What do you mean?! I brought you what you asked for!" Airachnid hissed, taking a step back.

"Quiet yourself, fembot. You have never stayed true to any faction you have been apart of. You care nothing for any ideals, dreams for a better future, or even your fellow soldier. I would never allow a sickening excuse for a bot like you into my ranks." Torrent said, his tone so cold that it sent a chill up Pixel's back struts.

"Your reward is a quick death." he finished, drawing a blade from his back. Pixel's optics widened as she realized what was happening. She wanted to speak but she could only weakly move her lips. Before either femme could blink an optic, the sword was bedded into Arachnid's spark chamber. Torrent's optic was narrowed as he yanked the blade out with ease, slid the energon off, and sheathed the weapon. Pixel thought she was going to be sick as she watched the lifeless form smack the ground.

"N-...No..." Pixel weakly made out, the words barely escaping her lips. She thought her spark would stop as Torrent trained his one good optic on her. It was like he could read her processor in a moment.

"Do not weep for her, child. Your spark is too soft. Her fate was decided the day I asked for her assistance. There is no place for traitors among my ranks." he said, his voice solid but not threatening. A smile even graced his lips.

"The-There's n..never a good...reason to kill..." Pixel struggled, flinching as he came closer.

"You are no warrior. It's harder to watch others kill when you have never done it yourself. You are fortunate and yet, I pity you because it has made you vulnerable. Go to sleep. The poison is still working it's way out of your system." he ordered, his digits lightly touching the bite marks on her neck. Pixel flinched from the contact, her whole neck felt like it was broken. Pixel could not help it but her optics were already closing again. She felt so weak.

The last thing she saw before slipping into the abyss was a single golden optic staring down at her.