WARNING: THINGS GET VERY VIOLENT NEAR THE END!!!

Velvette

I was sitting with Vox in our penthouse living room, nursing my sprained wrist. We had Striker stationed inside the room as a guard. He's been great so far. However, he really hated royalty. Actually, it could be a bit entertaining to watch him go on a tirade about useless royals.

While we were sitting around, Valentino walked in and plopped down on the couch.

"Hey Val," Vox greeted.

Val sighed happily as he laid back. "Morning to you too, Voxy."

"Where've you been all night?" I asked.

Val waved his hand to brush it off, "Oh, just putting Angel Dust in his place if you know what I mean~"

Vox laughed. "All night? Jeez, what'd he do?"

"He brought his bimbo bitch friend Chandler or whatever and that winged pendejo Starscream," Val glowered.

I sneered and shuddered. "Don't even mention that flying piece of shit to me. He already fucked up my arm. I swear, when my arm's healed, if I get my hands on him, I'll-"

A terrifyingly familiar deep, sharp, British voice butted in, "You'll what, hm?"

All four of us spun our heads to face Starscream as he stepped through the door, sneering like someone put shit in his coffee, or whatever he drank.

Striker immediately came forward and smashed a bottle over his head, but Starscream brushed off the broken glass. Striker pulled the rifle we issued him, and Starscream bent it with one hand. He pulled his revolver, and Starscream took it, used his Null Rays, and fucking melted it.

Vox shouted, "H-how did you get in here?!"

"I scared the guards off. Any of them too brave or stupid to run, I shot them," Starscream explained.

Vox retorted, "What about th-the damn security systems?!"

Starscream scoffed, then used his Null Rays to fry the cameras. "Like that."

Striker charged and tried to tackle Starscream, but that flying freak held our last bodyguard up in the air and tossed him aside like he weighed nothing.

"Are you finished yet?" Starscream asked, looking like everything we've thrown at him just inconvenienced him. When he confirmed we were finished, he walked over to Val and glared at him.

"I have some things to discuss with you pertaining to yesterday's debacle, Valentino."

Val looked up at him, seeing as Starscream was tall as fuck, and spat, "What the fuck is there to talk about?!"

Starscream sneered. "For one, your treatment of Angel Dust. I understand that you own his soul and have every right to do whatever you want with him while he's on the clock. No matter how much I hate the soul ownership system, I can't do jack-shit about it."

Val glowered, "Then what, huh?!"

"For one," Starscream started, "want you to treat Angel Dust better. For two, I want you to stop calling him in all the time and instead let him have time for the hotel. You own him, it's not like he's going anywhere."

"Alright, alright!" Val yelled.

Starscream rolled his eyes at Val's panic as he went on. "Now, the most pressing matter, your treatment of the Princess. Charlie could very well wipe the floor with any of you. Unfortunately, she's too nice. Even then, her passiveness doesn't give you the right to treat her as if you are above her."

Striker butted in, "So what, that blue blood wanted to complain so she sent you? Not our fault she can't handle the real world."

Starscream sneered at him. "One, she doesn't even know I'm here. Two, whether she can handle the 'real world' has nothing to do with this. Even if she wasn't the Princess, a lady still deserves respect."

Striker grumbled as Starscream turned around back to Valentino. "I grew up a Prince, so I learned from a young age that ladies and royals deserved respect. And Charlie is both. So if you don't show that respect-"

Striker looked shocked and livid. "Hold on, you tellin' me that you're a no-good piece of shit blue blood too?!"

Starscream looked like he was on the edge of snapping as he turned to face Striker. "Yes. And?"

Striker stomped his foot. "Okay, I was willin' to work for ya as a double agent despite you workin' for the Princess because I thought you were a self-built man! And now I find out that you're another royal jackass who thinks he's better than everyone just because he was born to a royal family?!"

We barely had time to process that Striker was a double agent before Starscream snapped back, "Oh please. Me being royalty isn't the only reason I'm better than filth like this!" he motioned to me, Vox, and Val. "Besides, I earned my rank after my kingdom fell!"

Striker raised his hand to flip Starscream off. "Shut the fuck up! I'd be willin' to begrudgingly respect you if you didn't work for that Princess! Why do you even stick around with her anyway?! Better yet, why does she keep you around?! She suck ya off or something-"

Starscream backhanded Striker to the ground as he shouted, "BE QUIET!"

Striker glared at him as he continued, "You may think you're the shit, but I can see right through assholes like you! Royals like you are weak! You are pathetic! You are useless! You are-"

Starscream stomped on Striker's head as he shouted, "I AM THE AIR COMMANDER! I. AM. A. DECEPTICON!!"

After his final shout, Starscream activated his jet boots. We watched in horror as he burnt Striker's head to a crisp, constantly increasing the pressure until he crushed the hellborn's skull under his boot. He kept the flames going long after Striker stopped screaming.

When he was finished, he turned to Valentino with a manic look of rage. Val pleaded, "HOLD ON! WAIT!" In one flash of feathers and energy, he knocked Val to the ground and pinned him using his boot. We waited for the inevitable scorching, but Starscream did something else.

That deranged Seeker reached down as he activated his Null Rays. He grabbed Val's lower left wing and he started sending energy surging through him, badly burning our fellow Vee as he screamed in anguish. Eventually, Starscream ripped off the wing, leaving a burned scar and knocking Val out because of all the pain.

He then turned his attention to me and Vox. He went right up to Vox. Vox tried to bargain, "N-N-NOW HOLD ON, I CAN-" But before he finished, that maniac grabbed his head, and smashed it against the wall, cracking both Vox's screen and the wall. Vox was knocked unconscious from the impact.

He then glared at me, and I desperately backed away as I held my hands up. "PLEASE! DON'T! I'LL PAY YOU ANYTHING! I'LL DO ANYTHING! I'LL-" But without listening to anything I said, he grabbed my arm with the sprained wrist and fully crushed it in his hand. I screamed in pain as I scrunched myself up to try to flee.

Starscream, seeing his fucked up work done, made a noise of sick satisfaction as he blew a hole into the side of our building to fly out off. He looked back to see Striker dead, Vox and Val unconscious, and myself cowering.

He walked back to me to tell me, "When the others wake up, give them this message: stay away from Charlie. Or. Else."

I nervously nodded, just wanting him to leave. He smiled and walked to the gaping hole he had blasted, before turning around. At that point, Vox and Val had started to come to.

Starscream let out a sadistic laugh as he gloated, "See how I laugh at you!"

With a final laugh, he flew away to wherever he was going as me, Vox, and Val stared in fear at the scorched stain that marked where Striker once was.