Maeve had to patch up that leg. Damn little bugger had chewed out a proper chunk of skin and flesh.
She winced as she pulled the stitches tight, biting down the pain as she installed the patch, copper wire and bronze plating glistening slickly with blood.
She steadied herself by breathing slowly and deliberately.
"Stop steadying yourself! Stop hesitating! JUST DO IT!" came a booming voice from the opposite roof. Shia Lebouf descended in a cape and spandex, telling her in vain to follow her dreams and JUST DO IT.
She nodded and smiled nervously, before transforming into a tank. "You fool, Whitwicky! The All-Spark will be mine, Megatron's."
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Consequences I : Utopia
HumorConsequences – the game where we write a short story by passing it around a table. Each person takes it in turns to write a line. To make it more interesting, they can only see the one line before theirs. Everything else, including the start of the...
