Well then, this is the next chapter for Amnesia~! Per request of my friends, the readers, the story would become a long one. Don't worry, I already had planned things out for the whole story but these additional come from the people inspiring me. :D Thank you and enjoy my creation~!
But before that…
WARNING!
This chapter really isn't for children. So I am rating this as M! There are profanities, gores, threats of a kind of rape, and some disturbing images that you really would want to skip. Even I was troubled on how a Con would react. Well, this is my warning! You readers who want to continue; you have been warned.
Those who like/love Gould from the movie or whoever you are pertaining to, please go and skip this chapter… THIS IS MY STORY AND GOULD HERE HAS A DIFFERENCE (huge or not). Please respect.
Chapter 27: Insanity
After coming out of that lousy room, this man knows that he had just scrapped his self for sure. He cursed those bolt of scraps and that woman from coming into his life and putting him in a never-ending nightmare. The she-witch had come to ruin what he thought was his chance. She had come back and that certainly put him many steps back to the corner he was in under the faction of red-eyed robots.
She was dead. That was what he had heard from them. The moment that the news of her being gone had hit his ears like angelic bells, he was making plans on how to get the bolt-heads to abide what he wanted. He deducted that it was easy to make them –the Cons- follow for the damn woman does it often but it seems that with the protection she gets was the longevity of the life she has.
That woman always ruins his every move. He cursed when he thought back at what had happened in the garage. He had just screamed like a mad man seeing a ghost. Well, he thought that she was really a ghost at first but now that his head was clear, he really couldn't help mentally punch his self.
"That woman should just stay in the hole she had been buried in…" He muttered as he went to his room. The gears in his mind were working again like it had done before. Eliminating the competition had been so easy since he was rich but it seems that money is not that much of a power when you are facing a woman with large big robots at her side.
He thought back at what he had done when he had first met that skunk. He had just been taken from his work one day and was held captive for several hours as fear brew in him. The voice full of hate and gruffness never left his mind as he stayed alert for what could it want from him.
As soon as he agreed with the condition that the voice had laid out for him, he was sent away to get back to his normal life but that didn't mean that he was to forget what happened. He stayed paranoid of the things around him as his dreams kept turning into nightmares with red-eyed shadows in them. He tried to relieve his thoughts with his bountiful collection of women –which is a lie- but it just didn't go away.
Well, not until those nightmares began to materialize and this suave and new car came in and gave his life a whole new meaning to reality. Those tentacle wires had sharp pincers at the end with large and long needle that could literally kill you in a slash, made their way to his body but never touching. Then there was that condor of metal that circled around his head before landing at his side with a loud crack coming from the cement it had landed on.
To say, he was fragged up to the highest point that time and he couldn't think of anything but to just pray that that wasn't real. It was almost too good to be true when he woke up the next day in his room, clearly disoriented and aching from the position he thought that he left his self in… until he went down stairs and got in the a car he never once bat a eye on.
"Have you forgotten about our deal, Mr. Gould?" The familiar voice of his top client went through his ears making him twitch in anger at such threat he was experiencing from what he thought was human back then. It was the Lord's voice, the same that haunted his life over and over again.
"I knew that you were a fuck up man, Mr. Deceptio. I will call the authorities this instance and demand that you'd be thrown in jail for the rest of your life! You hear me?! I will make your life miserable for stepping into my property and threatening me with your robots!" He shouted in bloody murder in the top of his lungs leaving him to heave for breath for a few minutes before another voice came again. He had thought that it was some kind of business feud because he was cutting off the profit that the man should really receive.
Because of Mr. Deceptio's entrance in his company, profit had surely made him a billionaire overnight but his employees and shareholders didn't need to know that right? He had to bribe the Finance department but that went well… until that day.
"Filthy insect: won't do that if rational brain is functioning 100%. And if one wants his whole body still functional after this." The voice was truly terrifying and cruel. Added to his fear were the rotating blades coming at him at the end of the tentacles. He could just feel it in his spine that these guys were out for blood –his blood.
Those were the first words that Soundwave had said to him when he had first met the communication officer. The white car with tentacles transformed to a giant robot making him fall to his aft and back away slowly. He could almost see his life flash before him when that giant pede came down, just a few centimeters away from his own foot.
"W-what d-do y-y-you w-w-want w-th meee!" He shouted as the large condor suddenly decided that he was alright to just pick up and left to hang in his beak as his master talk to him.
There were warbles at first that had hurt his ears; something akin like when the DJ decided to stop his music abruptly and flip the records. He thought that his ears could bleed off that instant but when the familiar voice came back, he realized that he was in deeper scrap as he saw the glinting metal of the Lord for the first time.
He had been threatened to be squished, experimented on, tortured and killed overall but his life was just too precious for him to let go even as fear clenched his entire being in a vice grip. He wasn't letting that fragging woman –Shein- that he never knew of that time, replace him in managing his company.
Yes, the Decepticons had planned on just killing him off and replacing him with the witch. He shouldn't be breathing the air he was breathing in now but with the offers he had given, they saw what he wanted them to see from him and let him live for another day… He dreaded the time when his mission would be done and over.
The first time that the faction decided that his presence would be essential somewhere was two years ago, that was the first time he had met her; the woman that made his every day a hell. A year had passed since he was threatened and manipulated to do their bidding as he bended and pulled through in getting what they wanted.
He still could remember that the fragging Condor had snatched him up and then threw him in a F-22 in mid air. They were practically in dangerous levels in the atmosphere then and the fragging bird let him fall from that height. For all he could care, he could end up as a crisp as he fall and blaze like a meteorite entering the atmosphere.
His screams came out his mouth until he felt his air get knocked out. That was when he had realized that he was in the F-22 that clearly doesn't follow air traffics and laws… more importantly, it has no pilot. It took him a minute to freak out and turn hysterical at what was happening before he felt the seat shove him hard forward, making him hit the console before blacking out.
Then, he wakened up on a hard metal bed in a giant metal room with deadly saws and tools hanging on the walls that he knows that the power industry uses to hem or cut metals. There were even wires hanging and sparking at the side and he could remember the scent of fluid hanging in the air. It was like a garage or something, making him want to puke and get out.
His body didn't protest when he got up and slid through the metal slab. As he reached the edge, he calculated the height and decided to jump down. He was about to leave the premises through the large sliding metal door, that was when he had seen her oh-so-glorious form standing at the corner of the metal room doing some inventory of the stuffs in front of her.
He could say that he was entranced by her jade eyes as they glinted in the low light. His footsteps carried him to her as his breathe became ragged. He was only looking at her back but he felt so hot and bothered already. And since he was so full with his self that time, he made his arms lace around her waist, hands meeting at the front and his body pressing itself to her warmth. His head rested on her shoulders as he smelled her perfume that doesn't reek of oil and engine rubbers. She smelled too much of a flower he had no name to say.
He didn't feel her tense up that instant when he did it and continued in his lust-filled mind.
"I know this expensive restaurant and hotel that we could go into and spend the night in, sexy babe." He said as his right hand to slide to her buttocks to grope them. He could remember their firmness and softness as the same time making him think of different things.
While his left hand began slowly moving up, caressing the skin under that hanging shirt of hers.
"Just you and me, getting to know each other, I could give you whatever you want—" He wasn't able to finish what he wanted to say because a fist as hard as a brick, collided with his nose and making him fall back and land on his ass.
He cursed as he tried to get hold of what happened and saw his blood stained hand. His face held his furious anger as his eyes turned daggers to the one in front of him. That was no other than the girl looking more deadly and cold at him.
"Now, that wasn't as bad as I thought wasn't it?" Her voice laced with malice and a silent promise chilled him to the pit. That was when he had snapped out of his stupor and back away from her.
The present Gould felt nauseous at remembering the events. Too bad, he had to hit on her and tried to bang her up right then and there when truly, she was an angel to those who she likes –the cons-. It was the worst ever decision he had made, creating a foul start and forever placing him in her death wish list he knew she had.
He had only managed to live after that day because that fragging car that was living off of him told her that he was still useful and quite important to the plans of the Lord. He could still hear her voice laced with that silent promise as she held his face near hers with her hands gripping his throat in order to suffocate.
"Be thankful that the Lord had something he wants from you, you low processing screw from the aft of Unicron, or else, I would have laid you to rest right this instant." She ended her words with a bang of his head to the floor where he was laying on. He had just managed to lay a large bump on the back of his head with a scrambled mind. His head had ached so much and his body felt totaled that time that he thought he was already dead.
From that day up to several weeks, he had resented her from the distance as she spent her time with a metalloid police robot. She would always be seen with him in a bad mood until that mech snapped and approached him. Let's say that their conversation range from him going into jail, be butt-raped, get his crown jewels chopped off and fed to him, to his body being mutilated and be crushed slowly by the Con's pede until he was a blot of red below. After that, he wanted to stay clear of her.
He still holds that fear of her in him but he just couldn't scamper in the mud beneath her shoes. He asks himself about what was so special about her. What was so special about that whiny, witch-bitch that held the Cons respect and endeament?
Truly, he does not know and he doesn't plan on knowing. Whatever she was, he was a freak for him; she was the slut of those Cons and she was the bitch that he doesn't need to fill-up even if she was the only woman in the world. (Although he was lying with that statement, Gould would really take advantage of that kind of situation)
If he could just control her, then he would also have control over those metal dicks. With that, he could even control the world! He just needs her out of the picture or for her to be under him…
But those thoughts died a year ago as she had proven herself to be much more than just a slut and bitch. She was also useful to them. That was what he had concluded. She was also being used here. Gould concluded as she continued existing with them. She was their pet and she was there to serve them like him.
His thoughts shifted that if he was more useful than her, he could have the control she has over the red-optic mechs. That was why every day; he wanted her gone from their sight. He tried kidnapping her and that didn't end well when Barricade, the mech that got assigned to be her guardian after the first incident, intervened. His men died and he couldn't care less as long as he was not found out that he was the one pulling the strings.
He also hired guys to kill her after doing whatever they wanted to her per what they had agreed on but that plan also failed when they got their selves face to face with those cassettes that love her so much. Those goons were mutilated and never to be heard of again even in the news.
Then, there was that drowning part that he remembered to also fail. She was able to escape the ropes that bound her as she sunk into the lake that one of his hired fellows had thrown her in with a sack on her head.
As far as he could remember, all his plans for her had failed and almost all of his men had been left none to be heard of again. Others that were lucky to live after being entranced by her beauty, he had disposed of them.
He groaned in frustration as he thought that the witch was like immortal or something.
Gould cursed his life.
He had it all; he had the money, he had his business, he had women*lies* begging to get into his pants every day, he had his luxurious house and lifestyle…
And all of it! ALL OF IT WAS GONE BECAUSE OF HER! He couldn't wait till the time he ensues his last plan in action before those Cons notices his true intentions.
He will make it sure that he would have the last laugh after he carried out his last plan for her. He may die of it but he has nothing to lose now other than what had he lost firstly; his sanity.
To my dear readers, how do you feel after you lot had found out?
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This is inspired by TRANSFORMERS created by –not me- and made by –not me- .
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