Ch 12: Ratchet from Transformers The Movie

Dead Eye

He was PISSED.

First the girls make a bet including him without talking to him first, then they veto his ideas one and two and THEN they tried to get him in some freakish outfit.

HELL NO!

He was doing this his way.

"Excuse me, sir. Do have any fake hand guns? Perhaps with a realistic shoulder holster?"

"Certainly young man, right this way."

"I also have a small list that if you could help me find it'd be a big help."

Ethan looked over the list and raised his eyebrows.

What would a boy going as a bodyguard want with a rubber chicken and fake blood?

"XANDER! What are you wearing!"

"My version of a particular character."

"But it's not a girl!"

The look Xander treated her to could have stripped paint. He was fed up with her thinking she could lead him around by the nose and get him to do anything she wanted.

"I wasn't the one who made the bet! You're lucky I decided to humor you at all so shut up and deal with it!"

He stormed out of the house, not waiting for the girls. He'd meet them at the school.

"What the hell!"

The Browning was a safe, familiar weight in his hand, dropping the chicken carcass without a thought. One minute he was at a raising, client and lawyers waiting, and now he was in the middle of some freakish mosh pit!

"Xander!"

Brown eyes flashed black as he forced the ghost to stop in her tracks.

For a moment he felt guilt when she looked scared.

He'd led them all on, made them think he didn't have any of it left.

And like always, they believed it. Not like Xander could ever be useful.

He still had the powers, trained them diligently, and mastered them before they mastered him. A weekly cleansing ritual helped immensely, as did the fact that Angel was now afraid of him. Turns out the dead were his, all the dead.

"Oh you'll get yours, all those unpure girls."

"Ya know, you talk too much."

"Really, and what would you know?"

"I know that all the Firsts helpers are walking corpses, except maybe for you."

The Slayers and Potentials were all running for the door, only Faith stopping to look back and gape as his eyes turned black as starless sky and the earth began to rumble.

"But I really don't see that being an issue for long."

Caleb, priest to the First evil, knew fear for the first time in a very long time as rotted hands latched onto him from the ground.

And not all of the hands were human.