Unforeseen

Chapter 36

I do not own Transformers. Only my OC's.

Chapter 36

I was dead. Done. Massacred. I had been shot in the head with a rocket and blown off a cliff.

"You really suck at this game Mel," Pat, my murder, laughed.

"Shut up," I whined as I waited for my dinky little space soldier thing to respawn. When the green clad dummy reappeared I bolted up a nearby flight of stairs, grabbed a shot gun and… was snipped. "No fair!"

Jeremy laughed evilly.

"I'm feeling the love guys, thanks," I pouted and waited for yet another respawn.

"I'll help ya," Jessy chirped.

Jeremy snorted, "you're barely any better than she is."

She stuck her tongue out at him and continued flailing around the screen the best her character could. The only challenge the boys actually had was in killing each other.

My next death though was entirely my fault. I pressed the wrong button after picking up a rocket launcher and blew myself up.

"Nice one," Jeremy smirked.

Even Ron had to snort back his laughter from where he sat beside me. "I believe the object is to shoot your opponent, not yourself."

I didn't honor him with a comment, instead I thrust the bulky controller into his hands. He stared at it for a long moment, earning a rather pathetic death at the hands of Patrick.

"You're supposed to pay attention on the battle field," I mocked.

He cast me a sideways glance before fiddling with the devise. All in all he got the mechanics down pretty fast, figuring out what all the buttons did and how the joysticks worked. It did not help his aim however. That feature took getting used to and he had been thrown right into the throngs of battle with two elites and one kamikaze player.

Not the best time to learn.

"Killing spree!" The TV shouted at us when Jeremy snipped Jessy.

"Yo!" She cried, whacking him playfully.

"Stop sitting in the open," he laughed.

I watched as she respawned and an all too familiar character came upon her. 'Whack!' she was murdered when the butt of Ron's gun collided with the back of her skull.

"PRICK!" She yelled, earning a grin.

It was to be Ron's only kill however. Jeremy and Patrick's dominance was too strong. They knew where all the best weapons and power ups were and, most of all, knew how to maneuver their characters in a way I thought should have been illegal. Still, he proved to be better than me and even dodged a rocket or two. All the same he took my title as worst player.

Ron didn't seem to mind if Pat or Jeremy whipped his face on the map, but when Jessy miraculously landed a plasma grenade or a rocket on him he would growl. He dealt her several near-death injuries, but that was as close as he came to a second kill.

With his ego effectively bruised he tossed the controller back into my lap. "Not so easy huh?"

He grumbled about something or another and got up.

"Sore loser," Jessy called after him.

"Try me in real life. Then we'll see who the sore loser really is."

I looked back. "You wouldn't dare."

A lone brow quirked upward. "I believe you have paintballs to take the place of bullets."