Here is Chapter Two! I apologize for the wait!
Title: The Veracity of Nightmares.
Rating: M.
Summary: They were not like anything the world had seen. They were...different, and oh so unusual. They brought nothing but destruction and horror upon the quaint little world, and they would not be delayed in their mission: protect and serve, punish and enslave. They cared for nothing but themselves. So what made them leave the vast confines of their home? What brought them to Earth?
Universe: Still unspecified. I am thinking about making this a Shattered Glass universe, however. But the Prime, Animated, and G1 hybrid if more likely.
Warnings: Gore and horror.
Notes: As stated previously, this is not a light-hearted story. This is rated M for a reason: there is more than enough gore, insanity, and other things. Do not read this if this affects you negatively in any sort of way.
Also, I will be posting replies to reviews on upcoming chapters should more be posted, but so far, I have only had TheDarkestCon review and make this story one of their favorites. Thanks once again for your support!
Enjoy!
It was cold. Oh, so cold. There was little sense in how cold it was. The horrid beast that was the icy storm pierced them, striking through their supposedly indestructible flesh with a dark and poisoned fervor.
He watched as his breath crystallized before him…those strange, bizarrely shaped crystals that were made from something so insignificant. It made him wonder…how? How could something so awe-inspiring come from something that was considered so useless and unimportant? His kind did not need to breathe, not as much as this wretched species that was quickly being wiped out during the skirmishes that relieved them of their boredom or by their mindless attacks that seemed to grow in size, as if they were all being controlled by one mind that only had one goal in mind: fight or die. But then again, his kind did not need to breathe, at least, not this type of air.
No.
They were used to a much darker, much more ruthless taste.
Their atmosphere, their now broken and diseased and destroyed atmosphere, one that had been destroyed by their endless fighting that had gone on for hundreds to near thousands of centuries, was not one to be aggravated. The ancient brew of millions of toxic chemical agents that his kind was immune to would terminate this moribund race in an instant; the thick and cloying toxins would char and tear into the slick mucous lining of their throats to extrapolate all of the moisture needed to keep their respiratory systems online. One might wonder how he knew such a thing, but he had made it his priority to study this nauseating species in order to develop and test new chemical warfare agents whenever he could not test them on his so-called comrades and associates, or at least when his commander restricted him from doing so. Not out of fear for his soldiers, no, his commander was known for his stone-cold heart and ruthless nature, but out of annoyance at having to look at fighters who were missing a limb or an eye or had faces that were covered in infected rashes or patches of charred and broken flesh. All of the injuries -though he would not call them that...something more along the line of unfortunate accidents- were more often than not caused by him, who was always grinning as he inflicted such supposedly horrid wounds.
It was not like he cared what happened to the organics. No one from his world ever did. They were merely an inconsequential, horrible, and all-together useless race, one that was all of those factors so much that he and the other scientists often wondered why they had been created in the first place, if not for the sole purpose of conquering or destroying with a ruthless iron hand. He had not even wanted to come to this wretched and poor planet anyway. He knew, however, not to question the orders of his leader; that was something that everyone knew not to do unless they somehow desired everlasting torture at the hands of the feared medic, who was known to be a very powerful sadist and masochist, or to be terminated on the spot by the dark and horrid power that was their leader. No one he knew was that idiotic, except for those few unfortunate souls, people he was glad were gone from this world; they had been a burden anyways. To challenge the power and authority of their leader was such an idiotic and suicidal risk, for his commander would not hesitate to unsheathe his widely known and feared sword and use it to dismember his body before he would even know what had happened.
He knew what others thought of him. He knew the whispers that they did not bother to conceal as he passed.
There is enough insanity concealing this place already, yet he seems to only add to said emotion. Is it really better with him here, or should we terminate him like we did the last?
More often than not, if his kind found one to be too far gone, mentally or physically, or not promising enough in their achievements, they would, eventually, hunt that person down and terminate them in the most brutal way possible. Their methods were harsh and unrelenting, and depending on the offender, the length of their punishment was founded upon that. They had even gone so far as to form a group to carry out their actions, serving out plentiful helpings of revenge and punishment for those who dare go against the word of their leader.
He knew that people would question his reasoning, and he could not blame them. His reputation was strained, as well as his social abilities. For all they knew, he could have been a complete sociopath or a being who was completely at ease with those around him. Truth be told, he was not so sure which one he was.
There was so much more to this supposedly righteous group than people first believed. No one ever knew who they where and what they did to them until it was too late...
...it was that single, dreaded moment when terror filled their souls, twisting and writhing like a maniacally pleased beast bathing in the blood of its prey, the steaming and fresh liquid coating every visible part as the insane and sadistic hunger made them writhe in delighted pleasure. The heat would run through their veins, an acidic fire that was welcomed with open arms to invite the aching and the agony that was desired so wantonly.
A shudder of deranged delight tore through his body, the welcome monstrosity roaring around him in the form of flames and charred bodies and flesh, as he ceased his infuriating pacing and leaned against the ash-coated and jagged rock near him. Darkness blocked out the world around him, its thick and icy tendrils gradually piercing the once protective shell that had formed itself around the sphere of what little sanity he had left, and he was subjected to the beautiful horrors of his mind.
The subject of the experiment was strapped down on the lab table beneath him, perspiration staining the flawless skin and slithering its deceitful way down into the crevices of battle-scarred flesh that marred the body of the terrified being. The widened eyes tracked the moves of their tormentor, dreading what was to come.
The scientist deliberately disregarded all of the inane and infuriating and pleasing cries the prey made, feeling the pleasure burning through him mercilessly. He knew his teeth were bared in a vicious grin, the elongated weapons coated in his signature poison, one that many knew well for its horrid affects. But he favored his toxins and chemical agents far more than a mere blade or barbed noose.
He was staring at him, that delicious fear ever so present in those watery and unfocused depths that would soon loose their weakening light.
The cold and cruel, dangerously sadistic grin widened even more. Oh, this would be so much fun...
The prey gave a satisfying scream as his fangs tore through the once protective and hardened flesh, the poison rushing from the weapons writhing in delight as it tore through the veins and shriveled the arteries with an audible hiss. Eyes widened even more as the restrained offender arched off of the cold and unyielding metal lab table, that delicious fluid known as their lifeblood welling up and overflowing down onto the floor with a hiss as feral as the rabid organic beasts they had come to know during their stay on this horrific planet.
The laugh that came from him was heart-stopping, cold and ruthless enough to make even the strongest of beings crumble like the disintegrating and once imposing rock formations that had been eroded by elongated periods of time...
The merciless beast known as thunder roared above him, mocking the restrained prey with a coldhearted and emotionless eye as it declared its everlasting power to the measly world beneath it, the warning ever present as the monster dared them to challenge its authority.
The slick rainwater poured through the insubstantial roof hanging over them, piercing their bloodstained flesh with an unerring accuracy to chill them to their very core. The ice tore through the defenses the infuriatingly worthy warmth had barricaded itself in, striking with a ruthless force that made the now weakened protector crumble beneath the unyielding and taloned grasp. It would never make it now...
He was jarred out of his pleasing fantasy when a cool hand rested gently against his own. Bottomless eyes shot open, blazing in denied lust and frenzied hunger and rage as they fixed with an unerring accuracy onto the being who would dare interrupt him.
Pale and clouded eyes stared at him, their sightless depths somehow able to muster the strength to force themselves in the right direction. The wandering thoughts and mind reigned in to form a tight, unbreakable coil, and focus fixed on his mate.
Beside him the overwhelming power of his guardian stood, clear and ever present warnings radiating off of the enormous frame. Amber eyes burned with a manic and hungered fervor, the boiling and churning emotions softening only the slightest bit in the presence of those he was supposed to and ordered to protect.
The arousal that had formed during his nightmare like fantasy vanished, curling in on itself as it moaned and withered and died.
They nodded at each other, aware of their summoning.
It is time.
We will fight.
And we will prevail.
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