Transformers ( Bayverse ) - I Bleed Into Darkness

33 - Whore

        The shadows held Fay in her place, the girl staring blankly ahead as Malakai stalked around where she sat in her room, motionless, her eyes glued to the wall. She was trying to pretend this wasn’t happening. Fay was desperately trying to pretend this wasn’t actually occurring in front of her. This wasn’t a real thing. It wasn’t in any way real. That was an impossible concept in a very closed off world. Fay was a wounded swimmer, Malakai was the shark. She was the prey, he was the predator. And soon enough, her throat would be ripped out for his own dark desires.

        He would spill her energon and blood, she just knew it in her spark. The calm she projected infuriated her as much as it did him. It was the calm before the storm. Malakai had seen it in her before. He had seen it that day on Cybertron.

        ~~~

        The first flash of blue energon had been through a deep, stabbing gash straight into the neck of one of the drones. The fluid that sustained the mechs life spurted out in a large arch, the fluid splattering onto the ground, onto several other Decepticons. FarLust stood there silently, like the crime hadn’t just been committed. Like she hadn’t just murdered another Decepticon for no cause. Because in her processor, there had been more than just a cause. A betrayal had fueled her act. A betrayal that wouldn’t be allowed to go unpunished.

        FarLust vented slowly, allowing the silence to settle around the Decepticon troops like a heavy blanket, seeming to ignore the fact that she’d just caused a ‘helpless’ Decepticon to offline by her hand. It was something she’d been waiting to do. Something that she had wanted to do for cycles now. It was something that had been more than deserved.

        FarLust hoped her message would be well received. Not in the sense that they would take it well, but in the sense that it would sink into their processors, reminding them who was a true danger on this battlefield. None of them were a match for her. None of them could stand against her and stand a real chance. FarLust would easily dispatch each and every one of them. After Kaol’s unceremonious offlining, she would be more than delighted to. Far wanted to teach them all a lesson they wouldn’t soon forget.

        “You will all perish so that the rest of them understand my loss,” she said plainly, the silence allowing her voice to carry to many of their audio receptors. Megatron stared down at where she stood in the center of the crowd.

        “FarLust,” he growled in a low tone, glaring at her. “Step down.”

        She refused to listen to him, temporarily deafening herself. If she could not hear him, she would not obey his orders. Her audio receptors were closed off by the time he’d finished calling her name. FarLust was not leaving to crawl into a corner. Not tonight. Tonight, FarLust was going to give the Decepticons a mere taste of the pain they’d caused her. This war had cost her lives, including the creation of her, and the loss of several others.

        An uproar began when FarLust sliced open the neck of another drone, his energon spurting from his cabling and onto the ground. The blows from the drones began to cycle in then. While FarLust took a few blows and strikes, she still fought against them, her weapons striking straight into sparks and helms, offlining the Decepticon army as quickly as they were coming, but FarLust was vastly outnumbered. While she was holding her own, the random blows that struck her were taking a toll on her, the femme wincing every so often, growling, even, as mechs attempted to break through her armor. They were attempting to disarm, if not offline, FarLust.

        She wouldn’t have it.

        FarLust’s anger surged, her fist striking a blow straight to the spark chamber of one of the Decepticons, her hand reaching through, her grip reaching around the spark itself, and yanking it out. The identity-less mech fell to the ground, a broken and emptied husk.