Fic: Wake up Call - Ch 1
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camfieldTitle: Wake up Call - Ch 1
Universe: G1
Characters: Prowl, Jazz, unnamed mechs
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Death, Mutilation, Mind fuckery, Dark fic, references to interfacing, language
Disclaimer: I claim nothing but my own poor writing and ideas.
This story will be more explicit in future chapters. Please do not read if this makes you uncomfortable.
Chapter 1
The first time a mech showed up dead in front of the Ark, it was chaos. No one had seen or heard anything, and the security feeds were blank one minute and had a body in them the next.
Red Alert had fritzed and been taken to medbay while the officers gathered around the body, the rest of the crew murmering as they were herded back inside.
*~*~*~*~*~*~
The second time a mech showed up, bots started traveling in pairs and groups, everyone was constantly looking over their shoulders.
The officer’s meeting had an air of urgency as they reviewed the meager information available, but no one had a clue what was going on.
*~*~*~*~*~*~
When the third mech appeared on the doorstep of the Ark, bots started to flat out refuse any solitary duties. Never mind the fact that this one had been a con, not an Autobot, and the officers agreed. They imposed curfews, Red Alert flat out refused to leave the security room and had hardlined himself into the Ark’s defenses, and ordered everyone to check in with Teletraan on a regular basis.
Ratchet had pulled the command team into the medbay to show them the bodies with a dark look on his face. Each and every one, he said, was missing their spikes. They had been very obviously aroused, then twisted and ripped off while the mech was still online.
Ironhide had nearly purged when Ratchet slid back one of the dead mech’s panels to show them. The damage was… extensive. Torn and ragged plating stained with transfluid and energon.
But Ratchet had said what bothered him more were the glyphs carved into the body plating.
Each mech had the same glyphs carved in their plating.
‘Betrayer’
‘Infidelity’
‘MINE’
‘Liar’
The glyphs were repeated over and over in the plating, carved while the victim was alive because you could see the congealed energon pooled in them.
They might have lived, Ratchet explained, but they had each had their spark crystals shattered. The glyph ‘Heartbreaker’ carved on the back of their spark cases.
*~*~*~*~*~*~
Optimus had his head in his hands. There had been 8 mechs show up on their doorstep dead. Each one killed the exact same way and it didn’t seem that the killer cared if they were Autobots or Decepticons.
Megatron had contacted him privately to question him about the missing Decepticons, only to find that not only was it happening to the Autobots as well, but that neither of them had any evidence on who was behind it.
All they knew was that suddenly soldiers started going missing, and turning up dead on the front of the Ark.
It was maddening. It didn’t even seem like their precautions were making a difference! 2 of the Autobots taken had been WHILE those bots were with their groups!
Mechs were getting frantic. Optimus knew it wouldn’t be long before they started refusing to go out on patrols and that was something they could not afford to have happen.
They had to find whoever was doing this. They had to stop whoever was doing this.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
“So sad, that you chose them over me. So sad, that I wasn’t ever enough to satisfy you.”
The mech held up a spike, the end dripping with mixed fluid, and looked at the one he had just torn it from.
“Was it worth it? Did you enjoy interfacing him, fucking him? I’m sure that it must have been worth it, seeing as how you ignored my warning.”
He sighed as the mech strapped to the berth alternated between screams and pleas.
“Perhaps… this is as much my fault as it is yours. I must not have been good enough if he chose to seek out a mech like you. Too bad that this punishment is as much for you,“
The mech leaned forward and dragged a blunt piece of metal through the other’s plating, carving glyph after glyph into the places he knew his lover had touched.
“as it will be for him.”
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
On the Ark, a mech bolted upright on his berth. A long forgotten comm channel singing to life for astroseconds with pained screams before dying out just a quickly, a dark voice echoing in the background.
“Wake up call, lover.”
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Chapter 2
Universe: G1
Characters: Prowl, Jazz, unnamed mechs
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Death, Mutilation, Mind fuckery, Dark fic, references to interfacing, language
Disclaimer: I claim nothing but my own poor writing and ideas.
This story will be more explicit in future chapters. Please do not read if this makes you uncomfortable.
Chapter 1
The first time a mech showed up dead in front of the Ark, it was chaos. No one had seen or heard anything, and the security feeds were blank one minute and had a body in them the next.
Red Alert had fritzed and been taken to medbay while the officers gathered around the body, the rest of the crew murmering as they were herded back inside.
*~*~*~*~*~*~
The second time a mech showed up, bots started traveling in pairs and groups, everyone was constantly looking over their shoulders.
The officer’s meeting had an air of urgency as they reviewed the meager information available, but no one had a clue what was going on.
*~*~*~*~*~*~
When the third mech appeared on the doorstep of the Ark, bots started to flat out refuse any solitary duties. Never mind the fact that this one had been a con, not an Autobot, and the officers agreed. They imposed curfews, Red Alert flat out refused to leave the security room and had hardlined himself into the Ark’s defenses, and ordered everyone to check in with Teletraan on a regular basis.
Ratchet had pulled the command team into the medbay to show them the bodies with a dark look on his face. Each and every one, he said, was missing their spikes. They had been very obviously aroused, then twisted and ripped off while the mech was still online.
Ironhide had nearly purged when Ratchet slid back one of the dead mech’s panels to show them. The damage was… extensive. Torn and ragged plating stained with transfluid and energon.
But Ratchet had said what bothered him more were the glyphs carved into the body plating.
Each mech had the same glyphs carved in their plating.
‘Betrayer’
‘Infidelity’
‘MINE’
‘Liar’
The glyphs were repeated over and over in the plating, carved while the victim was alive because you could see the congealed energon pooled in them.
They might have lived, Ratchet explained, but they had each had their spark crystals shattered. The glyph ‘Heartbreaker’ carved on the back of their spark cases.
*~*~*~*~*~*~
Optimus had his head in his hands. There had been 8 mechs show up on their doorstep dead. Each one killed the exact same way and it didn’t seem that the killer cared if they were Autobots or Decepticons.
Megatron had contacted him privately to question him about the missing Decepticons, only to find that not only was it happening to the Autobots as well, but that neither of them had any evidence on who was behind it.
All they knew was that suddenly soldiers started going missing, and turning up dead on the front of the Ark.
It was maddening. It didn’t even seem like their precautions were making a difference! 2 of the Autobots taken had been WHILE those bots were with their groups!
Mechs were getting frantic. Optimus knew it wouldn’t be long before they started refusing to go out on patrols and that was something they could not afford to have happen.
They had to find whoever was doing this. They had to stop whoever was doing this.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
“So sad, that you chose them over me. So sad, that I wasn’t ever enough to satisfy you.”
The mech held up a spike, the end dripping with mixed fluid, and looked at the one he had just torn it from.
“Was it worth it? Did you enjoy interfacing him, fucking him? I’m sure that it must have been worth it, seeing as how you ignored my warning.”
He sighed as the mech strapped to the berth alternated between screams and pleas.
“Perhaps… this is as much my fault as it is yours. I must not have been good enough if he chose to seek out a mech like you. Too bad that this punishment is as much for you,“
The mech leaned forward and dragged a blunt piece of metal through the other’s plating, carving glyph after glyph into the places he knew his lover had touched.
“as it will be for him.”
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
On the Ark, a mech bolted upright on his berth. A long forgotten comm channel singing to life for astroseconds with pained screams before dying out just a quickly, a dark voice echoing in the background.
“Wake up call, lover.”
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Chapter 2
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Date: 2011-12-11 07:06 am (UTC)this is very, very good work! cannot wait to see more of it.
-Siro =^.^=
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Date: 2011-12-12 04:53 pm (UTC)no subject
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