Riot - Three Days Grace
If you feel so empty
So used up, so let down
Optimus and his team did not like patrolling in crowded areas, but it seemed that several Decepticons had started to take refuge in the city; obviously knowing that the unsuspecting humans acted as a shield against the do-gooder Autobots. Ironhide; who was obviously a little less warm towards the fleshy beasts, was currently frustrated at having to drive around in his Alt mode; hunting for a Decepticon that they had briefly picked up on their radars.
"No sign of them yet, Prime."
A heavy sigh sounded over the Com-Link in response; the sound of their leader's voice echoing through Ironhide's receptors, "Any idea who it is?"
The Topkick mech gave a low growl before answering, "Barricade. I can smell him."
"Easy Ironhide. We have to be careful here; the area is heavily populated and Barricade will not hesitate to kill humans."
"I know Prime; keep the humans in the dark," he paused for a minute, deciding to play smart, "not that it would be hard to keep them in the dark in this weather."
It was currently very late in the afternoon; and it was pouring rain from the almost black sky above them. They had split up into single units to cover more ground because each of them had briefly picked up a Decepticon signal before it had obviously been masked.
Barricade may have been a lackey amongst Megatron's ranks; but he was not stupid. He was either laying low so that he could escape their detection, or biding his time to strike them. Either way, Ironhide was ready to chase him down.
Little did he know; the Decepticon was already watching him.
If you feel so angry
So ripped off, so stepped on...
A low hiss escaped chapped lips, exhaling smoke before passing the rolled up drug it came from over to the next person. Crystalline eyes darted down to the thin black belt in her hand as she strapped it firmly around her upper arm. A syringe, filled with a liquid that she was more than familiar with, found the stressed vein in the crook of her elbow; puncturing the skin with a slight pop before the liquid was pushed into the bloodstream.
As the illegal substance coursed through her veins; a ringing buzz made its way into her skull and her pupils dilated a little before she slumped back against the wall with a contented expression.
There was nothing like a high.
She was amongst a small gathering of people; all of them squandering in an alley so as not to be caught out in their activities. She didn't know any of them from a bar of soap; all they were was clients of the same drug dealer. They knew each other's names, but it was every man for himself in this world; and there were no loyalties among thieves.
"Mierda," (shit) she whispered in Spanish through her teeth; feeling the heroine burn through her system in familiar pleasure, "Such a fucking rush."
One of the other members of their congregation; a far more addicted drug user by the street name of Twitch, ran a hand through his oily, unkempt hair. "You said it, Ruby. Best fucking kick I've had all week."
There was a ripple of people agreeing that resounded amongst the company; most of them too out of it to do anything but nod. This was Ruby's life; it was how she lived.
On the edge with nobody to answer to.
She had never meant to get involved on the wrong side of the tracks, but sometimes the path one walks has no forks; and is decided for them. She would never admit it, but she had been one of those people; too weak to fight set her own path. She was different now...her lot was her lot and she knew it well. She knew how to run, hide, fight; hell she'd killed for her own survival. Which was why when she was alerted by the group's lookout of a 'pig' approaching, she knew it was time for them to split.
