Halloween Massacre (Transformers)

1, Prologue.

A red mech stood on the flight deck of the nemesis, his paint closer to the colour of blood than cherry. His chest was made up of taillights and he had a bulkier frame, two larger and two smaller horns placed perfectly on his slightly scarred helm. His cherry red optics glued to the land below.. They were flying over a large city, somewhere in the U.S., the city was.. plain to say the least, sure it had the many different shades of brick and concrete but it lacked quite a bit of greenery and a couple highways. To the mech it looked dull. 'Thankfully my paintjob isn't as dull as those buildings.' he thought with a smirk.

"Slaughter!" The screechy voice of the femme-like seeker shouted as the sounds of lighter yet upset pedesteps echoed into his helm. He stopped rather close to the blood red mech and placed a servo on his hip-plating.

"What may I assist you with, Commander Starscream?" The bulky mech questioned, turning calmly to the SIC.

"Your little cassette friend is causing chaos in the bridge!" The seeker whined, tapping his pede impatiently.

"Have you tried asking him to stop?" Slaughter questioned, his optics dimming as he was fed up with the femme-like mechs bitching.

"Yes! I have and he wont listen! Get him to stop or I will throw him off the ship so he-" The seeker was cut short as his neck plating was grabbed by the larger mech, he was held off the ground, optics widening in surprise and fear.

"You will not lay a claw on Bandito, if you are to ever do just that I will slowly, and painfully break your wings you love oh so much, I will leave you in energon, allowing them to gather slight rust, I will then break them, piece by piece like hardening clay. Do you understand me?" Slaughter growled, his optics burning brighter as he stared the seeker down.

"Y-yes." The SIC said and was immediately dropped onto the deck. 

"Run along now." The larger mech said with a toothy grin. The seeker nodded and ran back off into the nemesis. 

Slaughter sighed making his way to the bridge. He didn't have to worry about Megatron beating his aft after what he had done to Starscream, the boss bot had a small -and only a small- amount of respect for the blood red mech. He was a killer, he enjoyed to psychologically and physically torture his victims, he had left certain Autobots broken to the point that they had caused their own offlining. Hound was a good example of his work, he had found the Autobot on a deserted planet with a crashed ship, he had somehow convinced the mech that everybody was dead, that he was the last one, that Primes ship had been shot down in front of him as he crash landed. He had convinced Jetfire that the Autobots murdered all the seekers and that they were coming for him next, the mech gladly came back to the Decepticons, he rested as an inmate after Knockout had said the mech had gone crazy. He now refused to leave his quarters out of fear of the Prime. But the cherry on top was Tailgate and Cliffjumper, Slaughter was a good friend of Arachnids and she was fed up with the femme, Arcee's attempts at rescuing Tailgate. So he had convinced the mech that he was alone, and had taken apart his stabilizers and rigged bombs in them, bombs made by Dreadwing, he had given him his energon rations for a week for that! He convinced tailgate it was all fake, and he was Cliffjumpers murderer, of course, the Autobots didn't know this, but whenever the femme had been captured he made sure Screamer ranted about how much of a pain the mechs body was to clean up, he got inside their heads without even touching them, of course, he could use those needle things in his digits if he was desperate, but he was good for now. 

"Slaughter!" Megatron shouted as the blood red mech entered the bridge. Every bot had quieted at the sight of the bulky mech, even his cassette friend, who was on Soundwaves shoulder chirping away with Lazarbeak.

"Yes my lord?" Slaughter said kneeling to bow at the silver mech as the room slowly re-gained the chatter and beeping of monitors.

To this Megatron smirked, his optics showing pride and anger at the same time. "Soundwave has reported that you snuck off of the ship last night past moon high, and you only returned a few hours ago. Where were you?" The mech said, in a monotone voice and his clawed digits tilted Slaughters helm up so his optics would meet his masters.