𝑰𝒍𝒍𝒖𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏 ➳ Transformers [HAITUS]

𝐭𝐰𝐨 ➳ 𝚛𝚎𝚟𝚞𝚕𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗

Warning!!! This chapter may contain gross and uncomfortable dialogue/scenes.

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Sweat dripped from Johnston's forehead as he struggled against his attacker. His eyes narrowed in frustration, glaring at the man who smirked with amusement. Yet, despite his harsh glare, Johnston knew that the man could see the fear swimming in his green eyes.

The Satyr's smirk widened, clearly enjoying the scene in front of him. His gray eyes snapped up to the numerous guns aimed at him.

- ten minutes prior-

Pity.

That is what Carlston first felt when his eyes fell upon the dancer.

She sat on a large, rectangular, silk pillow. A navy-blue, satin blanket with gold markings cascaded over her body, covering it almost completely with the exception of her legs that were bent and stretched to the side. 

Carlston froze upon noticing the girl's legs. Her sheer stockings: instead of being her signature navy color were a similar blue hue to that of Optimus' alt-mode. This made Carlston frown. Surely, it was coincidence, it had to be. Yes, that's it! It was nothing but mere coincidence. Perhaps it was just the color blue in general that was the girl's signature color. Of course, that's what it was. His frown soon disappeared, replaced by a gentle smile towards the girl.

The girl didn't acknowledge him, though maybe it was because she couldn't see him, her head was slightly bowed, leaning against the side of the armrest with her long, raven-black hair falling over her face like a curtain. Carlston felt a shiver go down his spine. He could feel a cold gaze pierce through his skin with hate-filled murderous intent. 

Against his better judgement, he turns his attention towards the one responsible, his eyes narrowed into a defiant and fearless glare. The Satyr's lips twitched as he stared down at the soldier with amusement. He crossed his legs and tapped his cane against the marble floor, his grey eyes never leaving Carlston's hazel ones. 

Carlston watched as the girl let go of the blanket and rose up onto her knees. She grabbed the Satyr's hand and kissed the large silver ring on his finger. However, it wasn't this that angered Carlston, nor was it the reason everyone stilled in disbelief. 

The girl's, for lack of a better word, 'skimpy lingerie', held the colors of the Autobot leader. As a matter of fact, it was the Autobot leader's colors. His red and blue hues down to the embroidered flames, it was all exact. Carlston knew it wasn't a coincidence. Proven by the metal collar around her neck which had the Autobot insignia engraved onto it. 

Johnston could feel his anger rising at this. That symbol was not something to take so lightly. To him (at least), it represented the fallen Autobots who died protecting his planet and his kind from the evil Decepticons.

In short, it represented both his fallen and still alive comrades. 

Maybe it was too much of an exaggeration, to get so angry. After all, though it greatly disturbed and offend the Autobots, they were not as angry as Johnston was (well, with the exception of Ironhide who was extremely annoyed by this). 

An idiotic human. That's all they thought. 

At least until the Satyr spoke up.

"Do you like it? I had it made especially for you", the Satyr grabbed the dancer by her collar and lifted her up so they could get a closer look. 

"I will allow her to cling onto your side as a token of my generosity", the Satyr pulled the dancer harshly towards him before pushing her in the direction of the shocked group. The dancer fell with a heavy thud, causing the NEST soldiers to wince.