Chapter 8: Savage

Upon reaching her room she had done two of three things; the first two being locking her door and taking the paints from her sub-space pocket. Setting them down beside the computer, she walked towards the wash rack inside her bedroom. Punching a sequence in the pad that adorned the wall, a clear liquid suddenly shot out from the shower head. Started she jumped back; this wasn't the acid water she was used to taking showers with. Warily, she stretched a hand out to touch the clear stuff. The warmness from the fluid surprised her at first before she enjoyed the feeling it gave her. Foggy, hot steam started to fill up the room. She watched in awe as the fog slowly ate away at the mirror covering it in a white thin blanket. Stepping over the barrier that separated the rest of the room from the tub she basked in the warmth that the liquid gave off. As soon as both feet were planted inside the tub a thin glass shot up to touch the ceiling, like a curtain. The tension that had been collecting inside of her slowly slid away with the water leaving her in a serene state of mind. Shutting off her optics, she let the sound of the running water relax her for a few minutes before a clinking noise had her reacting. Setting her hand on the glass she watched as it silently slid back down. Jumping out of the tub, she grabbed a towel and carelessly washed off water; leaving most of the clear liquid on her to run down her body and into the floor. Her arm quickly transformed in the familiar shape of her plasma gun, her battle mask slid across her face. Stepping into the darkness of her room she let the light from the bathroom light up the room with a pale orange glow. Looking around she waited for something to move. Nothing. Almost letting herself relax a prickling feeling ran down her neck.

Shifting her gaze upwards, she saw a figure floating above her. Reacting she shot at it. The figure bound for her as she tumbled towards the side. The figure sped right past her as it turned itself over and pushed off the wall down at her again. Rolling to her left, she charged her weapon again and shot. Barely missing its wing, she moved again only to have it grab her wrist and haul her onto the ground. An arm slunk around her face and held her onto the ground only to have the stranger put its weight on her. Twisting her legs she curled them into her and let them go straight into his face. He flew across the room as she quickly twisted back onto her feet. Re-charging her weapon she walked towards the crumpled figure on the floor. The light from the bathroom couldn't quite reach the part of the room they were in. Bending down, she pushed his shoulder to turn him over. A pair of devious optics smiled up at her. Pulling her hand away she tried to stand before a hand snapped out and gripped around her neck. The stranger flipped his weight and hers towards the wall where he pushed her up against. The hand slid away from her neck only to cage her in with thick arms on either side. The figure easily towered over her as she slowly reached for her duel-swords. Even without the light, she already knew who it was, Starscream. He smiled down at her only to have her hiss. Bringing his face near her neck she felt like shooting herself as he ran his glossa from her collar-bone up. Stopping at her audio, he whispered seductively.

"I told you I would come back. I'm here. Let's play." His voice whispered delightful things into her with only eleven words. It didn't take a genius to guess at what he wanted. Her body desperately wanted to melt away into his body while her mind screamed. He quickly silenced her mental berating when he nipped a sensitive wire on her neck. Her mind almost wanted to say yes, desperately needed to. But disgust forced its way into the back of her throat and with it her mind snapped back into focus.

Putting her hands on his chest she shoved him away only to have him move an inch. Ducking under his arms, she pushed herself away from the wall. Strong hands quickly grabbed her waist and forced her onto the ground. Starscream hastily took that opportunity and wrapped her legs around him. Wiggling away she frantically clawed away from him. His smile only grew larger, it wasn't till then that she noticed the harder she squirmed, the more she pressed up against him; she stopped. Transforming her arm, she aimed her gun up at his chin. Hurriedly he let her go, watching in amusement as she scrambled onto her feet. Appalled, she aimed at his face.

"Get out." She commanded.

He chuckled as he rose to his feet.

"But, this is so much fun, don't you think." He tried grabbing her again. She shot at his hand, and he snapped it back at his side. Determination reared its ugly head inside of his optics. Igniting his thrusters, he sped towards her. She rolled underneath him, her own determination making her furious. In sync they moved around the room, neither of them wanted to give up. No, their own pride was too much of a prize to let go. It wasn't until she slipped on one of her own small little puddles from the shower that she slipped into jaws of the predator that hungered for her.

Digging his claws into her shoulders, she was forced onto the floor. Clamping her fingers into a fist she hit him face. It only made him angrier. Sitting on her he forced her hands into one of his and held them above her. The other hand slithered around her body. No! Her mind screamed. Bringing his face towards her own she slammed her forehead into his, sending a howl erupting from him. Using the moment, she pulled herself from underneath his heavy body. Reaching over her shoulder she reached for her sword. Before he could react she pulled the sword into two distinct ones and shredded his wing. The snake that was her anger curled around her neck, squeezing her till she couldn't breathe as it sank its fang into her spark. Cold fury blurred her vision as she slashed another hole into his wing. Kicking him onto the floor she held him down with her weight. Refusing him a chance to escape, she carved her claws down into his back leaving scars racking down his body. Twisting around, he went for her throat, except she beat him. Twisting her body around, she kicked him in the throat with the back of heel. Knocking him out cold, her fury still hadn't evaporated. Snaking her claws underneath a piece of armor in his chest she pried it off. Without regret she clawed her name into him. Light enough for it to leave a permanent scar where her name would forever rest but not deep enough for it to bleed.

Stepping away she looked down at the sleeping form of Starscream and smiled at the villainous work of art that she had just decorated him with. Feeling no pity, she kicked him in the ribs, pushing him onto his stomach. Cocking her head to the side she silently pondered as to how she was going to move him. Deciding she was just going to kick him at the wall, she rolled him over again.

The door to her room slid open on its own as she continued kick him out; malicious and vengeful thoughts swarming her mind as she rolled him over and over. Passing by her father's quarter she stopped. The poisonous through of humiliating him scrapped across her mind. Swiping her hand across the pad it denied her access. Undeterred from her mission she dug her claws into the crack in the middle. Using all her strength, she pulled them apart. Satisfaction coursed through her veins as she noticed the room was empty. It was surprising his door didn't have an alarm to advise that unwanted intruders lurked within his sanctuary. Soundwave must be taking care of the cameras. She thought. Shrugging she grabbed hold of the unconscious seekers ankle and dragged him into the room. Throwing him onto the floor without a single thought, she looked around the room for a data-pad. Finding a blank on the desk, she scribbled away on it until she was satisfied beyond reason. Then she threw the pad on top of the unconscious seeker's lap before walking out. This time she didn't have to force the doors to open for her.

Megatron walked through his base as he collected status updates of his ship. All was fine at the moment. Reaching the doors to his quarters he froze. Dents in the shape of fingers formed into the metal as if someone had forced their way inside. Fury made him roar as he swiped his hand across the door panel. Whoever was responsible for this would pay, he roared to no one but the air that surrounded him. The doors opened to reveal a sight he hadn't expected. Walking to the familiar figure that was his Second-in-Command, he reached down to pick a data-pad that lay on the seeker's lap. Pushing the button at the top, the screen lit up with a note written in English.

Found your trash inside my quarters. Thought I'd be nice and return it to you.

–Shadowblur

P.S. I would have liked to insult him more, but with his intelligence, he wouldn't get offended. I'm sure you agree.

It was one of those rare moments when Megatron would truly smile; this seemed to be one of those moments. And, as soon as the smile had appeared it had disappeared. Looking down at the seeker, he grabbed his ankle and dragged his sorry-aft into the hall only to leave him there. Walking back into his quarters he looked at the dents within his door and growled. At times he himself felt like taking pot-shots at his army, and today was one of those days. Shadowblur's smart-assed comments like this would only make this feeling grow wider.

A/N: Ta-Da! I finished! Hope you liked it. Also, if anyone wants to give a shot at drawing Shadowblur with the new colors, purple, white and blue hey be my guest. I don't know how I'll mix those colors yet but if any of you wanna help I'll be glad to incorporate it into the story. You can ask for my email address with a P.M. (Private Message)

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