Both Autobots walked over to her carefully, making sure the femme wasn't just toying with them to make them come close, only to attack them. However, when they got within killing range and the seeker didn't move, the two determined she was really injured, if not unconscious. Prowl and Prime glanced at each other and, after a moment, Prowl reached forwards and gently prodded the femme.
Nightflare groaned from where she was lying on the forest floor, afraid and almost shaking. Where were the other Decepticons? Were they really going to leave her there? To die or be captured? Something inside of her snapped at the thought of that and she quickly spun around onto her back and leapt onto her feet, startling both Autobots. Ignoring the throbbing pain in her back, the seeker femme pulled out her whip, activated it again and snapped it at them.
The second snap hit Prime in the chest, shattering one of his windows and causing him to stumble back, more startled that injured. Nightflare snarled at both and snapped her whip at Prowl, wrapping it around his wrist. She snapped her arm down and Prowl fell at her feet, a bit dazed. The seeker femme turned her attention back to Prime, but froze instantly when she saw the barrel of his rifle pointing right at her face.
"D-Don't…" Nightflare begged, taking a step back. She looked around, trying to find a way to escape this. All she had wanted to do was learn to fly, not fight two Autobots! One of them being the leader!
"Put down your weapon." Prime said in an even tone, watching her carefully. He wasn't going to allow this femme to get the best of him and his first officer again. "Prowl, come here."
Prowl did as he was told, aiming his own blaster at the femme. He heard Nightflare 'eep' softly when she saw both weapons aimed at her and glanced at the femme. She was small, she couldn't fly…so why was she with the Decepticons? Not to be prejudice or anything, but the way Prowl had it figured, they only took in the strongest. And by her appearance, this femme was most definitely not one of them.
Nightflare watched both carefully. She needed to run. She needed to fly! Her wings fluttered nervously, as if understanding her thoughts. She clutched the whip tighter and saw both start to squeeze their triggers. With a cry of fear, the femme threw up the arm that had the null ray and fired at Prowl. He stumbled back, but managed to fire one second after Prime did. One hit her wing and the other hit her midsection. Gasping, she grabbed her injured midsection and glared, but there was obvious fear in her optics.
"Put down your weapon." Prime repeated in the same even tone, "Or we shall be forced to fire again." It was obvious to him the young seeker didn't want to battle, but he wasn't going to let her fire at his troops and get away with it.
"Don't." Nightflare bent down to put her whip on the ground, but then froze when she sensed something. What was going on? Why could she…feel the auras of powerful mechs coming closer? How could she…?
Prowl noticed her freeze and started to raise his blaster, but Prime stopped his, pointing to the glazed over look in the seeker's brilliant red optics. The tactician nodded and Prime started to walk forwards towards her, but Prowl protested, "We don't know if she's faking it this time."
"I don't believe she is." Prime answered, and that was all he would say. He bent down in front of the femme and put a steady hand on her shoulder when she started to shake. He heard Prowl coming up behind him and slowly reached down, taking her whip from her. "There." He placed it on the ground beside him.
"But what about…" Prowl pointed to the null ray on her left arm.
Prime reached up to take it off, but then Nightflare screamed and hit him away, the glazed look still in her optics. She grabbed her whip off the ground and snapped it before jumping in the air and landing behind Prowl. Before anyone could do anything, the tactician had the femme's energy whip wrapped around his neck twice and was on his tip toes; Nightflare was hovering in the air a few feet above him.
Pain. Pain. Pain, that's all she could remember. It shot throughout her body as she struggled to make sense of what was happening. She was lying on a table, strapped down tightly, and there was a body on the table next to hers. Her optics widened she realized that body next to hers was her body. She started to tremble.
"What's going on?" Her voice sounded scratchy and hoarse, as if she had been screaming or coughing for a long time. A chuckle sounded and a mech walked out of the shadows. Orcus. "You!"
Nightflare was surprised. Her creator had her strapped down like this? She knew he was horrible, but she just couldn't believe he would do this to her! The grin on his face made her sick as he walked over; she whimpered. What was he going to do to her?
Orcus said nothing as he stopped at her side and whipped out an energon knife. He pressed it against her chest and shoved it in, hilt deep. She screamed to the matrix as she arched and struggled against her bonds, but found she couldn't budge. Tears welled up in her optics as he ever so slowly cut downward; a bright pink light lit up the room and she closed her optics. She didn't want to see anymore of this. She didn't want to feel anymore of this. It hurt too badly.
He pulled the knife out and covered her mouth with one hand, which was covered with freshly spilled energon. Her optics flickered on weakly; was it over? Oh, please, let it be over!
The werewolf grinned at the look of fright and pain on her face and only taunted her more by licking all of the energon off of the blade of the knife. Once he was done, he put the blade away and continued the 'session' with her.
She whimpered softly as his hand went through her chest, touching and brushing all the wires it could, and reached her spark chamber. He tapped on it and she shook her head. The werewolf narrowed his optics and pulled the knife back out. He stabbed it deep into the spark chamber and she screamed as loud as she could, but Orcus's hand muffled it.
Her world went dark.
The next thing she knew, she was in the air – actually flying – with Prime's second in her grasp; her whip wrapped around his neck. He was kicking and struggling the best he could against her, but with the pressure on his neck, could do nothing. Prime was watching them, wanting to do something, but afraid to hit Prowl. Nightflare gasped in surprise and quickly dropped Prowl, holding onto the whip's handle and letting him slide from it.
He hit the ground with a crash and coughed up a storm, trying to breathe. Prime gave the tactician a worried glance, but then opened fire on Nightflare, aiming for her wings. Said femme yelped and tried to dodge the best she could, but with no formal training and it being her first time flying, she was hit quickly. She collided with the ground and moaned, optics flickering. She felt someone's foot connect with her wing and cried out, trying to get away.
Ironhide looked down at the femme as she struggled under him, trying to get free. He looked up at Prime and Prowl and nodded in a 'hello' gesture, "Sorry it took so long, Prime, but, uh, we encountered some lil' birdies who wanted t' play."
"Did they sing?" Prime asked, looking over at Ironhide.
"Dey were lookin' fer someone. Mah guess? 'Er." He put more pressure on his foot and the femme withered underneath him, her wings unable to take the pain.
"Please…get off of me." Nightflare begged, looking at Ironhide with pitiful optics. The Autobot snorted and shook his head.
"Ah knew 'Cons were cowards, bu' still-"
His words were cut off as a shot hit him square in the chest, sending him flying backwards. Prime and Prowl turned and raised their blasters, aiming at the two Decepticons that had appeared. Orcus and Megatron. However, just as they stepped out into the open, so did Jazz and a very peeved Omega. The latter of the Autobots saw the werewolf and roared, launching himself at him.
"Nightflare." Orcus' voice was calm and cool. It frightened the femme. "Get him."
Not wanting to take his wrath, the femme jumped to her feet and lunged at him. She tackled the male seeker to the ground as the others opened fire on each other, but instantly regretted listening to her creator. Omega flipped them so she was pinned under him and he straddled her stomach, knees on her wings.
"Where is she?" He snarled.
"Who?" Nightflare asked, instantly afraid of the hate and rage that she saw shining in his visor. She wiggled under him, but then cried out when Omega backhanded her.
"You know perfectly well who!" He roared, putting his hands on her shoulders and leaning against them so his face was in hers, "My sister, you Decepticon! I swear if you've so much as scratched her paint, I'll rip you and your little friends to pieces!!" His visor glowed a luminous blood red that scared his fellow seeker. She whimpered softly and he punched her face, "Where is she!!? TELL ME!!"
"I-I don't know! I'm the only femme in the Nemesis, I swear it!" The Decepticon squirmed again and Omega pulled out his blaster; it was aimed right for her face.
"If you don't tell me," He voice was now calm, too calm; it reminded her of her creator, "then I shall blow your head right off of your shoulders. Don't think I won't." He knew that it went against Autobot code to kill a defenseless enemy and he could get deactivated for it, but he didn't care. Without his sister, he had nothing. He might as well just be put out of his misery.
His optics went dull, "I need her back."
"Omega, look out!"
The warning came to late. A shot hit the black seeker right between his wing joints, sending him flying – literally. He hit a tree and then fell cartoon-style onto the ground, groaning. Nightflare watched this, but then looked up to see who had saved her. It was Starscream. He snarled at her and grabbed her arm tightly, yanking her to her feet. His grip was so tight it caused her armor to creak.
"Don't make me save your useless hide again, or I'll personally launch you to some barren rock. In pieces." The red and blue seeker snarled, pushing her back.
Nightflare stumbled, but nodded at the mech. She looked out at the battlefield, then for her whip. She found it, but the thing was, it was behind Megatron – who was fighting Prime. The seeker considered her odds. If she was seen, Prime would probably shoot her, but she needed her whip! Oh, screw it all!
The femme lifted herself into the air and flew towards her weapon.Her internal computer beeped something and Nightflare instantly felt dizzy. What was going on? She tilted downwards a bit and crashed into the ground, grunting as she did so. She clenched her fist and groaned, her hand tightening around something. Her whip, she realized.
"Please, stop spinning, world…" The female seeker begged, trying to get a grip on reality. Her fuel tank clenched and she remembered she had emptied it last night when she was coughing up salt water. "Oh…"
"Heads up, Flare!" Someone shouted and a shot hit the ground near her foot. Startled, the femme stumbled backwards and hit the ground. Two people grabbed her wrist and lifted her into the air. "Ya okay, Flare? Hey, Flare?"
Nightflare looked up and recognized the cassette twins – Rumble and Frenzy – as they lifted her into the air. She looked around, trying to keep her vision clear, and realized that Soundwave and Starscream had joined the battle; along with a few Autobots. She felt her feet touch the ground and stumbled slightly. She had to grip onto a nearby tree to keep from falling over.
"Flare, ya okay?" Asked one of the twins – Nightflare had yet to learn the difference between them. "Ya look…sick."
"I don't feel so good…" Her optics flickered and she looked over at the blue one, "Since when were there three of you?" She asked as she struggled to make her fuel tank stop clenching and turning in pain and hunger.
Both twins blinked, "Uh…whatcha talkin' 'bout, Flare? There's only one of me. Two of us total." Frenzy assured her.
"N-No…I see…s-six of ya…Oh…" She doubled over and moaned, shaking her head. The femme gagged and blacked out.
YP: Yeah, crappy ending. Her body is low on energon and her spark is rejecting the body. Please review. You get more than way!!