Grimlock promised to leave him alone. Good, one less thing he had to worry about as he predicted. That gave him the opportunity to teleport to Kaon without notice.

Wasp hummed to himself as he treaded Kaon's downtown casually. He was feeling a little frisky but otherwise in a good mood. Nobody recognized him. That worked for him. Now, he just needed to find someone who might know a thing or two of his old buddy.

A bot gasped and gargled blood as the sound of tearing armor and softer protoform could barely be heard. Their shadows on the wall demonstrated a horrific scene. Energon got on the walls. Their body collapsed in a puddle as Wasp walked around the corner with a green flickering optic in his mouth before he crushed and chewed it like it was a simple treat.

He managed to get no blood on his chassis sans his jaw line which he wiped off exclusively before going back into the public eye. Even around others, they were oblivious to what he was eating as he blended in effortlessly with their traffic. He couldn't chew on one piece, the optic spring that kept getting lodged unfavorably in his dentae, so he spit it out like spent gum after he took a stroll in the park, not breaking his stride and simply going towards the docks with nothing but Burnout in mind.

The bot he interrogated claimed Burnout was going to be there. Burnout was said to be a part of a mob under the boss named Thunderhoof. The mob was constantly visiting pleasure models on the east side and liked to do their dirty work in the transport docks. He strode up to said docks uncaring of who or what stood in his way. His only curiosity was why would Burnout go to Thunderhoof? The mech was way less lenient than him, and it didn't strike Wasp as a thing that would benefit Burnout because of his carefree style. Guess anything went now that the war was over.

A couple of mechs were hanging out near supposedly where Thunderhoof's mob was to meet at. Wasp couldn't kill them before the mob got there so he used his claws and agility to climb the building nearby to watch from afar. After several antagonizing minutes of his patience taking a dive, the mob showed up with, surprise surprise, Burnout.

Wasp's optics flared purple upon seeing his former associate. The idiotic sellout would get what's coming to him as soon as Wasp could get him away from his buddies. He observed their operation with interest until Burnout and one mech separated from the group. Stalking the mech with growing ire, he waited until they were isolated in an alley before jumping down to confront the two.

Burnout and the other mech were startled as landed in front of them with seemingly mundane blue optics and a mere snarl. As soon as Burnout recognized him, Wasp set his plan into motion.

"Wasp?"

Wasp laughed, "Long time, no see, Burnout. Heard you moved on without me. I'm hurt."

The black mech gestured to his new partner, a violet and blue bot, whom Wasp cared very little about. "I have a new gig with an actual crime syndicate. Your gang wasn't worth anything. At least I have a body count that means something."

"I'll admit, you and the others did quite an impressive feat tricking me. It won't happen again."

"Yeah? Thunderhoof has leeway with the cops. They will snag your sorry aft and send you to the bottom of the Mithril Sea in pieces."

Wasp twitched eagerly hoping Burnout gave him a reason to kill in "self-defense." He was yearning to execute more bots to satisfy his wrath.

"Or," Burnout grinned, his partner exchanging a similar smile, "maybe we should just dismantle you ourselves."

A rumble emitted from Wasp when suddenly a blade cut through his left shoulder. He gave an insectoid cry as him limb fell to the ground. Unspeakable pain fired up his neuronet and his fight or flight instincts tried to kick in. Whipping around, he caught the blade with his other servo, despite the wound it caused bled heavily, but left himself open for Burnout to slice through his right leg. The violet mech slashed his other leg and finally, the first striker of the unknown assailant cut off his remaining arm.

Each severing was agonizing. It was like his system went supernova and each wound only caused another massive explosion. He couldn't even scream but instead glared with intense fury instead. Then Wasp felt the blade go across his lower torso at a slant...

The bots stood over the six pieces of Wasp laughing at his dismemberment. A long time coming it could be argued. The blue optics were grey. However, Burnout tilted his helm as not as much blood was coming out as he had hoped. The spark wasn't going out.

"What the hell?"

All three of them looked at the farthest fallen limb. Wasp's right servo twitched and its digits flexed before it suddenly flipped around on its own. The bots were too perplexed when the assailant was lunged at by the other arm abruptly. He cried out as the left servo clawed at his face and when he ripped it away, it began digging into his torso like a leech. Burnout's partner tried to help him but it went through the chest and broke out of the mech's faceplates, scaring the other bot until it latched onto him leaving the corpse it mutilated behind.

The violet mech was tripped by Wasp's right leg as it dragged back to its owner. Burnout fared no better when was grabbed by the right arm that dug into his back. He slammed himself repeatedly against the wall to break it off. When it fell to the ground flailing with blood on the claws, he kicked it away next to Wasp's torso where it reattached.

Wasp's optics came to life purple and pissed. His legs attached naturally snapping back into place. His torso reconnected and he grunted uneasily from the discomfort. As he rose up, Burnout looked at him in horror. The last limb he needed was his left arm. When the violet mech passed by him screaming, he turned his torso to catch the shoulder and let his arm connect with breaking eye contact with Burnout. Right as he regained control over it, his grip of the other mech unbroken, he snapped the neck of the annoying bot and threw him down.

Burnout raised a servo pleading, "Please, no-no-no, stay away from me!"

Wasp rolled his shoulders as everything fused back together and rapidly healed. The loud cracks of his joints realigning and his armor popping back into place made him growl in satisfaction.

"What's wrong, Burnout? I thought you were used to seeing dead bots?"

In a rare instance of bravery, Burnout gave a shout and punched Wasp's helm. It snapped his neck and turned it a complete 180 degrees. The look on his associate's face when Wasp merely smiled and twisted his neck back with a disturbing symphony of cracks was worth the drama.

"W-What are you?!" The black mech whimpered.

Wasp chuckled darkly and leaned over him as he caught the mech's throat in a crushing grip. He then simply said, "I'm just a monster."

His hold silenced the mech as he tore parts from the chassis. Wasp made sure Burnout stayed conscious each limb he broke and ripped off. He tossed the useless cluster until he reached the spark. Forcing his servo through the chest, he pulled Burnout's spark and caught wires that went with it. He broke it free and held it in front of Burnout as the bot's optics went dark and the dismantled body hung lifelessly.

Wasp crushed the spark in his hold and sneered, "Next time, aim for my spark."

As he tossed Burnout's shell away amused, he reflected on his own words. Waspinator's other unique ability of individual anatomic control made him immune to natural devastation of severed body parts. It hurt like a bitch but as long as there was no damage to his processor or spark, he was essentially...immortal.

As he left the bodies in the alley, Wasp walked in the dusk and found the concept funny. What a shrewd concept: immortality. What made a being that? Indestructibility? Hardly. But in the dangerous game of death, one learned to appreciate it sometimes and despise it the remaining lifespan. Wasp only saw it as a guise of chance. Unfortunately, not a lot of people were smart enough to kill him when they had theirs.

He felt the same way about the need to interface. Worthless for the most part until it was the only sense of fun he had left to look forward to. Twenty-eighty chance it was out of actual desire. He hated when Bumblebee was right; attention was a driving force in brash lust and a need to seem in control of everything. If all optics were on him until death, he would get the last morsel of pleasure to sedate his rambunctious, unchaste obsession.

Wasp could live with himself though. That was what made him so dangerous to even the likes of Megatron. It's why he stayed neutral and chose only his own side. He had the power to acknowledge all this, both vices and virtues. It was why he didn't fear the threat of finally being put down for good.

He bridged outside of Glyph's office and went in unannounced to her surprise. He gave a subtle grin, "I need a little therapy, baby."

Glyph didn't stop him from approaching and she smiled at his presence. "Is everything okay?"

"Yes, I just want to see my favorite counselor. But I've had a tough day, so what can I get for an hour?"

She tapped his chest playfully, "Depends, will Wasp or...Waspinator be more prevalent?"

"We'll see."

"That's not an answer."

"I have a tail."

That earned him a considerate look. Wasp just let his charm take care of the rest.


Three down, only one to go. Wasp whistled as he dragged a Predacon corpse he picked up into his warehouse and threw its bleeding head into the oil pool. Along with its neck and upper torso, it's helm remained submerged and its blood drained to sink to the bottom of the pool where it began turning the oil a crystalline blue.

Another thing he didn't care about was Predacons. They were cool in appearance, not much else. It was kind of an insult to himself by saying that, but he hardly cared regardless. This particular Predacon he caught out of midair while scouting Torus Heights for Minerva. Unfortunately, Minerva was not in sight.

The animal sanctuary was on three-mile-long plates stacked around a huge spire over thirty miles tall reaching the sky. It was not easy to fly around. Over fifteen plates curved like stairs on the spire, each its own little village and pastures set up for animal caretakers and animal rehabilitation. The top-most plate was the huge complex and research facility. It was closed to be a citadel for the Autobots during the war, now reopened and operational. Minerva, like many others, got a new start in the area helping Cybertron rebreed and save its dying species from extinction.

She was a kind soul, but she was also a hopeful fool. Wasp tolerated her the most because she would listen to anything he said...but she listened to the others as well. Joining his crew was because she had warrants out for her arrest for dealing and abetting known Decepticons like Thundercracker and Straxus. Minerva was a follower through and through.

It could be argued she was fooled into following Dropkick and the others. Wasp didn't care of her innocence until proven guilty. She was a part of the betrayal. He would see to it she paid the same price. He had zero tolerance for traitors of any kind.

As he debated his approach to finding her, he looked at the pool with the Predacon and grabbed its wing to examine it. His digits tapped in consideration of the possibilities of what he could do with a corpse such as this...

He peered up with a thoughtful expression. No sooner did he begin dismantling the Predacon and set aside the parts he wished to use. Some pieces were too difficult to remove by servo as a regular Cybertronian, so Waspinator's form had to step in. He spent a whole day cleaning the useful parts and hanging them up as decor and furniture.

The Predacon's head with its open jaws did well over his berth room entrance. The wings were on the wall adjacent to the tainted pool, the tail was broken apart and turned into a pillar-like creation adorned with parts of the chest, and the optics became mixed in with a couple new lamps. If anyone asked, he had the excuse of buying it, and no one would question that because he was, well, Wasp.

After he had done all this, he came back to the pool and watched the denser blood illuminate the bottom. But before he could decide what to do with it, a ping of his commlink stirred him from his thousand-yard stare of his delusional thought process.

"What are you doing right now, Wasp?" Bumblebee demanded.

Wasp hummed, "Getting ready to go to recharge or getting ready to stick my spike into a hole. Decisions, decisions. Just to clarify, the wall is looking pretty decent right now in my...acute loneliness."

"Can you not make things interfacial?"

"I only have three modes: sedated, angry, and horny. Primus forbid the latter two happen at the same time. Insecticons have a natural need which has driven my desires up tenfold, and being also part Predacon doubles that for the worst because they like to breed like turbofoxes. So, half my processor is cluttered with boredom and the other half is wanting to frag something just to stay sane."

"Oh, the horror," Bee mocked. "How did you ever survive prison?"

Wasp grabbed a random panel piece from the Predacon's chest and bit into it unfazed as he gestured vaguely, "They were actually nice. They gave me a few things to keep me occupied when I was in isolation. It was great."

"I was...being rhetorical, Wasp. I-I didn't need to know that."

"Ask stupid questions, get stupid answers. Now, leave me alone," Wasp said with a fake smile even though he was alone.

This time, he hung up and snorted with smoke blowing from his nasal vents irritably as he peered to the side. Out of frustration, he turned back into Waspinator and laid in his pool uncaring of the blood below. Yanking whatever remained of the Predacon's body off the ground, his jaws separated to bite whole chunks off. He stewed in his ire while stress eating. It was either that or jerk off, and he wasn't exactly in a mindset to do it right now despite his boasting.

Bumblebee needed to stop bugging him or else he would have no choice but to resume his first ever form of revenge...

But there were so many difficulties in killing Bumblebee than ever before. Everyone was aware of their feud. If he were to rebound in his promise not to do so, there would be no protection or any way to blow off any outcome and consequence of the situation. And Waspinator did not have the means to endure against both Autobots and Decepticons in total unity. It was easier back then to get away with murder and other crimes because both factions were focused on each other. Now, there was no hiding.

He was only now pulling his revenge on the traitors that led to his arrest because they were nobodies. No one would miss them and even if they did, it was much simpler to cover their demises than it was his brother's. Bumblebee was a war hero. There was no way to cover up the sudden death of a mech so beloved compared to him. And since Waspinator was out of prison, all optics would look to him. Killing Bumblebee was off the table.

He slowed down on his chewing, unbothered by the pieces that escaped his jaws and went crumbling into the oil onto his chest and abdomen beneath the surface.

But humiliating Bumblebee wasn't.

Finish what he started with Minerva, deal with Bumblebee after. But just how would he humiliate him? There was...one thing that Bee would never be able to tell anyone without ruining his own life. Waspinator actually had to think on that. It was a huge line to cross, but it was easier for him because he didn't care about Bumblebee. If he pursued the questionable idea, there was no going back.

"Eh, not the worst thing I've done and not going to be the last."

Waspinator tore off a portion of the torso and spine, munching a little until he separated a hard piece of a spinal barb and spit it out. The barb embedded in the adjacent wall with a crack, and he just chewed the remainder of his bite in anticipation. Stupid Predacon. Animals were so simple-minded...

He was about bite into another portion when he got another idea, this time one that could possibly get him to Minerva. He had plenty of acting lessons over the years.

A wicked grin curved on the edges of his mouth with an insectoid rumble. "Minerva, I'm coming for you, my dear."


Waspinator made a straight grimace in thought. Who would recognize him and who wouldn't was a dilemma to deduce. He needed to go through the process of the Torus Heights Sanctuary by getting himself captured and processed. First, he needed to make them see him.

He sat on his hind legs, tail thumping against the ground as he held his chin thinking. His wings sagged across his back during this and drumming claws from his other servo beat on his abdomen. In a spur of the moment, he engulfed air and boiled his interior glands that produced fire to raise the energy up into his neck and prepared to come out his mouth. He exhaled...and only a few embers and a brief plume escaped. Peering down at the last smoldering ember with a grunt of disbelief, he narrowed his optics in frustration.

It bothered him that all his powers built back up but his pyrokinesis was still not activating. He hit his chest a few times and tried to blast a tree, a few more purple flames came out but lackluster in delivery.

"Well, frag me..."

A sudden prick to his thigh made him growl and look to see a latched injector releasing some type of fluid into him. Who the hell dared to shoot him? Another shot to his arm and two went into his neck when he realized they were tranquilizers. He gave a peeved roar and faced a group of Torus Heights troopers that guarded the area.

He swung his tail around to knock down trees and foliage to drive them away. But then he started feeling unwell, drowsy even. He refused to stop though. As he threw anything he could grab and tried to fly, his movements became sluggish. His wings weren't responding in time propel him off the ground. It only caused him to make several small crash trails.

Several more injectors pierced his hide. He sauntered unbalanced dragging his tail and his limbs felt like jelly. From all fours to crawling on his arms, he collapsed angrily with hard breaths trying to fight the pulsing darkness.

"Son of...a...bitch..."

Lights out.

When everything came to again for what felt like a long blink, Waspinator grumbled and tried to look around. He barely recognized he had his long rigid glossa hanging out. Everything was woozy, he had a throbbing in his audial receptors, and he was hungry.

"Specimen is unknown breed. Insecticon and Predacon CNA points to a mutation-"

No shit.

"-and glands in the lower throat point to possibility of pyrokinesis, common among Predacons, but it seems to have been inactive for some time causing the glands to restart on their own but not at full power. I wonder what led to that? Glossa, optics, spark, and processor appear healthy but with strange abnormalities unrelated," a scientist said.

Waspinator tried his hardest not to groan. He was physically inside one of the sanctuary buildings. Which one was questionable, but he was not willing to wait long for Minerva. He needed to sneak out by shifting back but with all the attention on him...not possible.

A few other researchers noted his awakening and told the head scientist. Waspinator glared at all of them with a snarl. He was strapped down from head to tail with his wings tucked. He wanted to kill this bot so bad.

"Release it into one of Plate 9's solitude aviary. We'll have the Predacon experts give it a good home until we find out more about it."

Waspinator's restraints were attached to a platform that could move. As the large bay doors opened, the platform followed a track going outside. He peered up once he was in the light of day to see a plate higher up nearly overlapping the area he was in. When he looked out to Torus Heights, the large conservatory forest could be seen for miles distant city light on the horizon. He was far up already and it wasn't close to Plate 9 it seemed. He could barely turn his helm to see a plate far up the spire and even more distant one further than that.

The elevator that took him from Plate 4, as he regrettably found out, to Plate 5 was slow. The transport he was on could only go so fast from his weight and what it was designed to do. Each plate was separated over a couple thousand feet one overlapping the other up a spire. Only good thing was the view. By the time he reached Plate 9, even the mountains lining the metal forest began to look small and there was fifteen plates total!

His platform was guided into a dome-like pasture but the bots escorting him didn't follow. As soon as the doors locked, the restraints released and he shook off the tension as he stood. Donkey-kicking the platform with malice, he looked at the other pastures with Predacons, some that were in small flocks and others had to be isolated for their size or attitude. He sneered at them.

This wasn't part of his plan. As soon as the bots were gone, he searched for a keypad or anything. If they got trapped in here, there had to be a way out in an emergency. He spotted one but it was smaller than his claws could use. Where there was a will, there was a way.

"Oh, that must be the new creature!" A familiar voice said excitedly on the other side of the dome enclosure.

Waspinator paused and turned to see a blue femme with blue-tinted white secondary colors and matching baby blue bio lights. Minerva. So, she did pursue her dream of being a conservationist. Good thing was Minerva never saw his Waspinator form before. Only Dropkick, Shatter, and Burnout were all there when he revealed his then new form. Minerva was only told of his ability.

"Wow, a new species! And it's a hybrid?"

"Yes, first of its kind," another femme said.

Minerva looked at him sweetly, but Waspinator knew it wasn't for him specifically. It was because of the monstrous form itself. Out of everyone he ever had work for him, it stung the most how Minerva still betrayed him, and she was supposed to be the nicest, naive, little follower. But when being told he was a monster, it must have been so easy to turn her away from him.

He then saw Minerva punch in a code on her end to open a small door he couldn't chase her out of as Waspinator, but as Wasp...it would be a matter of getting into a blind spot and shifting when no one was looking. Minerva then typed on his side of the panel a combination he used his hyperfocus on to memorize and she hit one of three buttons on the side of the keypad that activated a transparent barrier so they could get close to him without harm.

Waspinator was silent the entire time they chatted about him. Apparently, she liked his wings most. It was humiliating to say the least. If anyone learned he was stuck here, it would cause an investigation and if he killed Minerva, that would prove it was him hunting the other traitors.

When he was given food, dead livestock with no blood, he found that a little insulting. He ate it regardless but it wasn't as fresh as he liked. Minerva seemed fascinated watching a living creature eat, like nothing else ever did? He had to wander and stretch and pretend to go to sleep until it satisfied those idiotic scientists to leave him alone.

In the meantime, he noted there was a security orb on the ceiling that monitored a 360-degree field of the dome...so no blind spot except on the ceiling. Well, he would just have to break it, quickly change, and open the doors to escape. Blending in with workers would be a chore but as long as he found Minerva, he could deal with the rest of the complications.

Finally, Minerva and the others left near dusk. She went into the larger building a further distance away from the pastures and that's when he began scoping. Most workers were dealing with a rambunctious Predacon griffin. No one was near him. He climbed up the wall to the ceiling upside down with a snicker and raised his claws. Swiping the camera, it was sent spiraling down to hit the ground and break.

At the same time, he leapt off and only used his wings to slow his descent, hitting the ground with a roll as he morphed back into his Cybertronian form standing upright in a smooth motion. Quickly typing Minerva's code, he saw the buttons indicated either the small door his size, the big door for the animals put in, and the barrier. To make it look like his beast mode escaped, he hit the big door and slipped out quickly to run into the shadows before slowing down to go around a corner and blend into the small group of bots there.

Simple, elegant, and done with finesse. Now, Minerva needed to meet the real Wasp. And he made quick time to the building she disappeared in. Going to the lobby, he saw her name and credentials that pointed to her office being on the 3rd floor. He casually saluted the desk associate who didn't check him at all. Besides, why would they? How else would a bot get all the way to Plate 9 if they weren't authorized?

He took the elevator up and found her office, knocking and putting on the fakest smile he could muster. When Minerva opened the door, her expression was stunned and amazed at the same time.

"Minerva, how are you doing, babe?"

She placed a servo on her chest and smiled, indicating to him she had almost forgotten about him. "Wasp?! Hey, I'm good but how are you?"

"Got back from...a long journey of reflection and inner peace. You know, I thought I'd meet my old friend again if it's alright."

"Oh, no, yeah, I've just gotten off work with the new creature we have. It's a beautiful deep green and black striped hybrid. Lovely purple lights and everything. Oh, you should see it!"

Wasp coughed, "I-I don't have a whole lot of time. I paid for a bridge, so they are going to be using it soon to get me a ride back. Why don't you come with me for a drink or something back in Iacon? I know your job must have its own bridging. I have yet to obtain my own codes."

If not the biggest lie he ever told...

Minerva always had the prettiest smile. "You know, that sounds good to me."

He spawned a ground bridge back to Iacon pretending it was a "buddy's" and escorted her away from Torus Heights to not rouse suspicion. He led her to Maccadam's and pretended to listen as she talked about all her adventures since she left the crew.

It hurt to know despite everything she helped do, she was never caught while he rotted in his curse as a monster, imprisoned and hated for what felt like an eternity while she got off scot-free. His poker face was from years of practice, but the dark thoughts lingered of just what he could do to her.

He lied multiple times when telling his story, how he got on a good track after being arrested, not mentioning it was partially her fault. She seemed proud of him. He hated her for it with a twitch she missed that edged his smile. After a few drinks, he decided to take her back to his warehouse. When she entered it, Minerva paused.

"This place...you still have this warehouse?"

Wasp shrugged casually, "Well, I got it back and many of my things over time. I understand you couldn't keep it. It is rather hard to maintain with only myself and even with other people."

Minerva saw the pool and drew closer but Wasp got in front of her chuckling nervously. "Pool's inoperable right now. I'm still fixing up a few things. Best not."

"Oh, I get it. Yeah, I remember that thing used to get clogged up with Energon." Wasp remained neutral in expression listening to her oblivious banter. "I used to badger Burnout how Energon was getting in it but he acted like he didn't know. I'm still certain he poured Energon out on purpose in it. The filters can't handle that.

"Yes...I personally thought it was Shatter...but Burnout's a lot more reckless for sure," he agreed falsely. It was actually him all those times, but she didn't need to know that.

"I did miss you," Minerva suddenly said.

Wasp blinked with his face falling gradually. Something rippled inside him, both good and bad. "You...did?"

"The crew fell apart after your departure, and I missed the times we were together. I never got with Shatter like you believed. I never went with anyone else." The femme began to press close, making Wasp's door wings sink. "I only liked you."

He was kind of leaning back a little surprised by the admission of their time together, but it wasn't until she kissed him that he realized it was mostly true. He wanted to push her away to prevent himself from falling. His need to play rose with contact and started to kiss back eagerly preparing to take what he wanted from her.

With a grin, Wasp lifted her so her legs wrapped around his hips and carried her to his berth. He laid her on it and knew it didn't take much to get her to open her legs. He could go about thinking of killing her in a moment. He wasn't about to pass up interface for anything.

Wasp adored her chassis and her noises. She wasn't shy in being loud, and he wasn't afraid to hurt her because she always used to like it rough. Some things never changed. He rammed her with his glossa sticking out like a cyber-dog. Her body was like a temple and he was its worshipper. He definitely missed this if anything.

He prevented himself from changing or showing any of Waspinator's features to not scare her as he grinded into her. She nearly dented his armor with her grip. Their stamina was equal too. She was one of the few bots who could meet his interface drive even before it was upgraded with his beast mode.

Time was a myth. And it wouldn't matter anyways.

Minerva called his name multiple times. Music to his audials. He came on her abdomen, twice on her back, and maybe got some in her. She wasn't complaining though so no issues there.

By the time they were done, he nearly gave himself away with his darker vocals panting. He coughed to clear it back to his regular tone. They nuzzled together until he needed Energon blood and instinctively was heading to his storage to get some, but he was stopped by a servo wrapping around his waist and a few lovesick kisses on his cheek and shoulder.

"Okay, baby, hang on, I just need to refuel."

He turned around and let her bop him on his noseplate as she said, "Well, I can feed you."

"I meant Energon, not your body," he warned dangerously hidden behind a playful demeanor.

Minerva then threw him off guard as she hugged him. "But I miss you so much. We should have come back for you. I wanted to after you were caught."

Wasp slowly glared in her direction unaware to her and a tension built that helped none for his restless ire. They had the chance to come back for him...and they never did. That made him look beyond the side of her helm and grit his dentae together. His fangs were starting to shift in and his optics flashed purple.

When Minerva leaned back to look at him and frowned upon seeing his tranquil anger, she narrowed her optics. "What's wrong?"

"Oh, I think you know what's wrong," he muttered, meeting her optics darkly. "You have the audacity to betray me, and then I only now know you had a chance to free me but you didn't take it? Heh, how poetic."

Minerva shook her helm, "It wasn't like that-"

He gripped her shoulders tightly. His blood boiled and smoke started to rise from his nasal vents and between his teeth. He nearly yelled, "I know exactly what it's like! I know all of what you did and you say you love me? You're the worst offender of all because you actually cared about me, and yet I was in the gutters because of you!"

She saw his optics turn purple completely, his fangs now out with a furious growl. His spine was raised and his body threatened to shift abruptly if he didn't calm down. "By Primus, you are a monster...and that means you're the...?!"

Wasp held his breath. In a sudden flare of rage, purple bio lights shot up from his chest to neck and then his mouth. Her optics went wide when his jaws erupted a concentrated blast of purple flames directly at her. Her screams were rivaled by the intense fury of the roaring fire that began to melt her armor in seconds. She flailed in his grip until she broke away, staggering as she burned.

He cut of his fire breath as she ran and started to laugh as he realized his pyrokinesis had finally returned. Watching her try to run was amusing as he simply walked out of his berth room to follow her. His flames were hard to extinguish from the composition. Only other Predacons and himself were immune to its effects. Minerva wasn't fireproof though.

As she stumbled and fell to crawl with antagonizing cries, Wasp just took in the sight of the beautiful femme who now looked like a million miles of bad road with most of her body melted and her Energon catching fire. She was going to die. Even if he put her out and knew how to treat her, the damage was too fast and too horrendous to fix.

"You know, Minerva," he said loudly over her screaming, "I kind of miss you too. You were always good for a laugh like the dumb clown you made yourself to be."

With the casual expression he wore with lack of empathy, Wasp immediately kicked her struggling form into the pool. The density of oil prevented it from catching fire when she went it, but he watched her sink to the bottom where other corpses lied. The flames went out finally but she ceased moving. Only downside to her on the bottom was unlike the others she joined, there was a possibility she was going to stick to the ground.

Whelp...

At least he got something out of her. Just like old times.

Wasp grabbed a cannister of harvested blood, cracked a few windows and sat on his lounge chair drinking away with a chuckle to himself. He ignored the smell of burning metal. It would clear out in a few.

All four of the bastards were gone. Now, he technically could go after Bumblebee to keep him silent for quite some time. Glyph was his new go-to girl so no worries there. Grimlock made peace with him thus far, but maybe the Dinobot would need a few reminders he still harbored a grudge for the one called Sludge. He had yet to kill a Dinobot.

All in all, he would cover the loose ends in the morning.


AN: Wasp's revenge is quick but he is still a raving mad lunatic. I like what I made him into. He fits well as a serial killer.