Lockout: A Transformers Story

Chapter 19: I may have killed a guy

Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. I crushed the clock in dark fingers, releasing the now broken parts onto the table. My sister-in-law peered at me through her long locks, rose pink orbs dimming in the flickering lights of the room. She then continued to comb her hair, each brush neat. "Does crushing innocent things help you find satisfaction?"

I averted my gaze, I didn't care what words she dared whisper. "It was annoying, that's all."

"Do you ever think that something like that doesn't want to be, but it must?" Her voice was stern while she thought. "Destroying things that bother your mind isn't always the right decision."

"What is it?" I finally wondered, a bit of snap in my tone. "What caused you to say such ridiculous things? You sound like an Autobot." The comb she held, flew across the room, aimed at my helm. I jumped off the bed, the comb crashing against the wall harshly, shattering. "The hell was that for?!"

"Fuck off!"

"So there is something," I breathed with a smirk. "Or someone?"

"No."

"Better not be."

"Yet you hardly remember my pain." Her words pissed me off. I shoved her into the washroom, punching her jaw, sending the femme to the ground. I pulled my blaster from my hip and aimed it at her, optics dark.

"You know nothing. You get over nothing." I pulled my blaster back into its place on my hip. My optics flashed a red.

Taking a step back, my optics became an almost orange as the light in the room finally gave up. My heels clicked against the floor while I walked off. Some realization hit me. My sister can be difficult to get along with, but there isn't anything I wouldn't do to protect her. As I... had failed to do with her son.

The more I walked, the more my mind wandered. While working on Cybertron as an assassin, my life was only pain. I cause pain to more than my sister. I was a target. I stopped in front of Shockwave's lab, I wished to visit him. I wanted to know that I wasn't quite the monster I was made out to be. And there he was, his back turned. My spark rate increased, yet I hesitated.

F-Fuck!

I watched as the large mech worked, moving each muscle carefully. I could only imagine what things he could do. What he could do to me-

Shockwave!

Shockwave turned around, I hid behind the wall, breath hitched. A light blush dusted my cheeks, at least the mech wasn't a dirty bastard. That I knew of...

I shook the thoughts from my helm, finally releasing the cold breath. There was a certain mech I thought back on, yet, he was quite evil, and more Midnight's type. I gazed in at my lover, then walked off.

Stepping into a bar, golden orbs watched every movement made by the drunk bastards. I strode up to the counter, leaning against it, taking a look around.

"What can I get you, Miss?"

"Let's go with a Diablo Heat tonight," my optics met with his, the contact deep. "I'm feeling confident."

"Believe you can handle it?" He popped the lid off the bottle, poured it into the mix, then closed the lid. I watched his muscles as he shook the drink up.

"I can handle it plenty."

"I like that," he breathed, pouring the drink into a glass. "The confidence."

Another gaze around the room before I finally discovered my target, gambling, as rich mechs did. He was dark, mysterious, eyes burning a brilliant orange tone. The mech had rich, deep turquoise, red, gold, and black accents. He was ripped... his suit vest hugging his frame tightly. I quickly swallowed the drink, a burning sensation sizzling down my throat. I set the glass on the table, fixed my hair, then strode over to the mech.

I grasped the chair the mech sat in, bending over slightly to allow a glance at my curvy frame. "What are you up to, love?" My optics were glowing a brilliant hue of Scarlett, Midnight sure enjoyed the fact of an ability to freely flirt and kill. Something she enjoyed quite often. "Why don't we do some other things, I know of a very fun game we could play instead."

The mech smirked, "How about a dance before we take it that far, darling." He led me to the dance floor, one hand around my waist and the other in my own. "You're quite beautiful."

"Thank you"

"Tell me about yourself," he spun me gently, then pulled me back into his arms. "Who are you?"

"Just an admirer."

He bent slowly closer to me, pulling me to his chest. "I don't believe any of that," his smirk turned to a grin. "You wouldn't be planning my murder if you truly admired me."

Words did not come, I had frozen for a moment. Finally, I shoved my hand to his chest, forcing the mech backwards. I covered his lips. His back collided with the shelves in a nearby janitors room as I locked the door behind us.

"Isn't that right, Lockout?"

"You know nothing."

The mech let a dark laugh escape his lips. "I knew already what you were up to as soon as you entered that bar." I remained silent, considering his words. "The Princess of the Decepticons isn't the only assassin after me."

"Do you want a reward?"

"I may take that into consideration," he grabbed my ass and caressed my facial features gently. "Your pretty looks don't fool me."

I shoved his hand away, taking the dagger from my thigh, pressing it to his throat. "Fuck off."

"To do or not to do." Dirty bastard...

"Don't test me." I slowly pressed the dagger to his neck a bit more, drawing soft bits of energon. "I was sent to finish a job, not to fuck the target."

"Maybe we should take this elsewhere."

"Fuck you."

"When and where?" His hand wandered up my ass, then to my back. I then shoved my dagger into his throat, watching as he dropped to the ground. The mech choked, ripping the dagger from his bleeding neck.

"I liked you, but work comes first..."