" I SWEAR TO FRAGGING PRIMUS IF YOU PULL THAT STUPID SLAGGING STUNT AGAIN, I WILL MURDER YOU WITH MY DAMN BARE HANDS!" He flinched at the volume of the scream, ears ringing during the aftermath.
Sam sat at smooth, wooden table in the military cafeteria. Sitting across the table was a glaring female teen, daring him to make a sound, while next to her, unsure of what to do, was her twin brother, whose eyes were glancing back and forth with each other, wondering if he would have to call a certain….friend.
Sam glanced nervously to the side, staring at his compainian on the side, silently begging him to help. The man was young, around his early twenties, with spiky silver hair, a light olive skin tone, and unnatural neon azure eyes.
Noticing the desperate look in the teen's eye, he gave him a incredulous look, mouthing ' Oh hell no! I ain't getting into this fight, nu-uh! Zero, zilch,zip, nada!' Glaring at him with a betrayed look in his hazel eyes, Sam turned back to the still glaring girl, wondering if he should call for help. Sighing, he decided , as someone said long ago, though couldn't remember who, to do it with style or don't bother doing it.
" It ain't my fault Megatron decided to shoot me. He chose to do it, while I was trying to get to Optimus," he whispered, "Kierra, we all knew that we were targets, not to mention the Fallen wanted me handed over to him, I knew the risks of doing this. I knew that I could possibly get killed. The Fallen was going to destroy the sun, and only a Prime could defeat him. There was no other way. Shit, if it was me living, Optimus staying dead and Earth destroyed, or me dying while Optimus lives and is able to defeat the Fallen, I would have done it all over again."
Gray eyes softened, tears welling in corners. They threatened to fall any moment. Lifting a pale finger, she silently wiped the tear away. A somber smile on her face.
" You know," Kierra began, "Whenever the jackass "popular" kids asked me why I hung out with you, I told them, 'If you spent time with him and actually get to know him, you will know, bitches." Smiling at him, pride gleaming in her stormy gray eyes. "Don't change, Sam. But please. Don't die in the process." A sad smile crossed his face.
" I'll try," he promised. "But don't expect it to always happen." Tense silence filled the air. Quietly returning to their lunch, they enjoyed their silent company. All of a sudden, a young girl plopped herself on Sam's lap. She had wild dirty blond hair and bright chocolate eyes.
" Hi Sam and Kierra! Hi Nathan! You prank anyone Sideswipe?" She chirped from her position on Sam's lap. The three year old wore a red longed sleeved shirt with a truck on it, while wearing jeans and black tennis shoes.
Nathan smiled affectionately at her.
" Hey Annabelle, how was the trip here?" he questioned, handing her a Snicker bar. Eyes lighting up, Annabelle took it, tearing the wrapper off. Taking a small bite, replying.
" It was so BORING! I wanted to see 'Hide and 'Mia last month, but that meanie told Daddy that and I quote: 'Children shouldn't know about those mon-mon…" She trailed off, unable to pronounce the word.
" Monstrosities," questioned Kierra, a suspicious look in her ash colored eyes. Annabelle nodded, still chewing her bar. Swallowing quickly, she returned to her tale.
" Yeah, I was ready to get my water gun and shoot him with it, but Mommy said not to do it," Annabelle pouted, then an evil grin formed on her face, "Daddy wasn't happy with the meanie. I heard him yelling cybertronian profanities." Kierra burst into laughter, falling on her ass. She laid there curled up on the icy, concrete floor, giggling like a maniac. Sam, Nathan, Sideswipe, and Annabelle stared at her with wide eyes, confused. Kierra managed to get enough breathe in her lungs to respond.
" I know of only one person would call the Autobots monstrosities," Kierra admitted. Suddenly she grinned, a maniacal look in her ash colored eyes. Nathan, Sideswipe, Annabelle, and Sam shrank away from her in fear. When Kierra has that look, you run in the opposite direction like hellhounds were chasing you, because she is terrifying with that look.
Annabelle decided to jump the gun, cause why not? They all wanted to know. And Kierra seemed to hold the answer.
" W-who?" She asked, barely stopping herself from whimpering. Kierra , somehow, cackled louder.
" Gallow-fucking bitch-way, someone I wanted to cuss at so many times," she cackled. Flecks of crimson started to appear in her stormy eyes, showing she was slowly getting livid. Sideswipe bolted out the of the room, in the distance he screamed "Oh hell no!" Nathan slowly shuffled away from her, trying to melt into the gray wall. Annabelle excused herself, rushing off to find Chromia and Ironhide, her two favorite Autobots. A panicked look had already wormed its way on Sam's face, and he was on verge of passing out.
Thankfully, help came in the form of a wrench-wielding holoform of their resident CMO.
" WHAT THE SLAG IS GOING ON HERE?! He roared, waving a wrench threateningly as he marched into the cafeteria . Kierra immediately stopped cackling, a wary look on her smooth, pale skin. Sure, Kierra is terrifying, but even she admits that she would be put to shame by Ratchet's famous (*cough*infamous*cough*) temper.
Besides, she would rather not have a very LONG lecture about cackling like some sort of psychopath. Last time she took a rather nice nap.
Before she had been woken up because a bucket of freezing water had been dumped down her back. Yeah, no repeats please.
She placed a wide smile on her face. " Ratchet! What a pleasant surprise, how are you on this fine sunny day," she asked, trying not to fidget. Ratchet did not look amused, tapping the wrench in his palm, glaring at her while tapping his foot. Kierra dropped the smile, fear seeming to crawl onto her smooth face.
"Sooo," she drawled, "Whatcha doing here then?" The wrench and foot started to tap faster. Sam stared at the showdown, his mind screaming at him to move his sorry ass, but his body decided to disobey him at the WORST possible time.
Ratchet's neon blue eyes started to glow with annoyance, his mouth opening to spit out his curses.
The loud screeching of the alarm stopped all activity in the cafeteria.