A/N: As a horror fan, I love the 'wide' variety of sub-genres horror contains: zombies, vampires, ghosts, psychological thrillers, creature etc. etc. One of my favorite movies is 'The Descent'. So here's a crossover because I'm a whore for crossover fics and I love to use the Cassettes every chance I get; this one is about Ravage. You don't really need to know anything about the movie to read this; I tried writing it that way.

There's not a lot of talking in this chapter because a lot of it is in Ravage's POV. Sorry. Next chapter will have it—promise!

With nothing further to add- enjoy! :)

Disclaimer: I do not own anything in this fic...

FLESH STALKERS

Chapter 1

"Obsession"

APPALACHIAN MOUNTAINS/CHATOOGA NATIONAL PARK, U.S.A
TIME: 20 EARTH HOURS LEFT TO HUNT

He knew it was disgustingly primitive but ever since he discovered the caves it seemed to be the only way to rid himself of the frustration those insufferable insects that habituated the planet gave him.

Civilized fleshlings were too easy for him to kill—most of the time they didn't even bother to fight back and when they did it they still were not worth his time.

He needed a challenge—he loved a challenge. It was what made him such a deadly enemy.

Lucky for him, he found a prey worthy enough of his ferocious proclivity.

He had found the caves thanks to Rumble and Frenzy, except they weren't as thrilled about as he was. Instead of finding coal, they found humanity in it's most primitive and feral form.

After they fought their way through the unknown rabid species of humanoids and escaped to the surface, Ravage couldn't fight the impulses to return back.

He liked his experience in the caves.

They were the best challenge next to an Autobot on this planet to date. Completely adapted to cave-life, they moved with deadly stealth through the dark. Mixed with the color of their skin providing camaflouge, they were difficult for Ravage to track; he sometimes mistook them for the sandy colored calcium deposits that clumped up in the wetter areas of the cave system.

Ravage knew that they couldn't inflict any real damage to him— sometimes they would get under his armor and grab some fuel lines— but it was their determination that he loved. They would do everything, thinking that he was another meal: claw, bite, scratch, screech and try their best to overpower him. Even when Ravage would pin them, they still fought against him with just as much ferocity.

They never quit even though they knew they were finished, wither it primitive courage or animal stupidity, he enjoyed it all the same.

They weren't like the surface creatures he had hunted in the past and the fact that they were also humanoid added more pleasure for him when he sank his metallic claws into their flesh.

He needed them today.

Ravage approached the entrance to their Feeding Station, the mossy Appalachian mountain pines standing in the fog of the early morning the only witnesses to where he really was and what he was doing. He growled to himself. He definitely needed them today, he had a grudge and he needed to kill something that somewhat resembled them.

The Autobot pets. That adolescent male and his female companion. Running him over with their vehicle when he had that Autobot Bumblebee right where he wanted him... his fangs inches away from the fuel cables in his neck...

The smell of copper hit his olfactory unit, causing him to twitch him long nose slightly.

It only took three astro-seconds for his systems to identify the substance and display it on his view...

Blood.

He approached closer to the hole, camaflouged by the messy forest ground and the sticks that covered it; he could already hear some of them feeding… organic dental plates sinking into flesh, making a disgusting wet crunch that traveled to Ravage's audios.

Ravage optics dulled briefly; even though he killed these flesh creatures, the thought of sinking his fangs into their flesh was enough to disgust him— he always used his claws.

A shuffle of wets leaves and cracking twigs caused the cyber panther to lift his head, he turned to see a hunched figure on all fours drag something in his direction. He briefly backed away, allowing the creature room.

It was a large male Crawler (a name that Frenzy given them) dragging a small black bear by it's front-right arm. Ravage stared at him as he passed by him, the creature oblivious to Ravage's presence. He had discovered in his second trip to the caves that their optical functions were extremly poor and instead used their sharp audios and other senses for their vision.

Ravage watched him as he continued to gaze around the area, snarling and sniffing the air with it's pig-light snout, it's bat-like ears twitching for any sound to be heard. Ravage didn't make a sound, unafraid but not ready to kill; stealth was the first part of the exercise — hunting and killing was later.

It screeched slightly and sharply turned it's bald, gray head in his direction, it's mouth opening and revealing a set of shark-like teeth. It tilted it's head into uncomfortable animal-like angles, as if tasting the air with it's mouth. Ravage noticed that his olfactory unit was severely damaged... he couldn't smell him; it must have felt his presence. Pity... feelings wre debatable; smell was better.

Ravage narrowed his optics minutely.

To Ravage's slight disappointment, it didn't seem to know he was there. After a long pause, making sure that there was indeed nothing, it closed it's jaw and continued on; dragging the dead bear into the hole and joining the other Crawlers awaiting for more food.

Ravage soon approached the hole the Crawler just entered, sinking lower to the ground until his metallic belly touched the foliage of the forest floor. Metal against dirt, he attempted to slip inside.

Clunk.

Ravage looked over his shoulder plates, kicking himself mentally for forgetting to remove the twin guns on his hips. He only ever removed them for maintenance and the caves (which were just barely big enough for him when he shrunk his form as much as possible. All Transformers had the ability to shrink their body or expand it, the only exception was Astrotrain who could do it to the point of being able to fit Devastator in his cargo bay; a fact that tickled the shuttle mech's ego.

His guns dropped to the ground with a hiss and he proceeded inside.

Metal against rock scratched the air and the Crawler's heads lifted up from their meals.

It was harder to sneak in through this entrance (or exit, depending on who was chasing who) than the others. The fact that he was infiltrating them at where they tended to gather provided more of challenge.

Their nostrils smelled the air, detecting the odor of something foreign in their caves though they couldn't identify what it was.

Ravage had been prepared for the premature detection.

Like a turkey hunter uses a caller to draw in a Tom, a recording of their screeching emanated from his vocalizer.

They screeched back in response, welcoming it as if it was a fellow Crawler.

They went back to feeding.

Ravage slinked into the dark caves, his optics brightening to adjust. Preoccupied with eating and the noise of teeth sinking and ripping flesh he slinked past them, his paws softly steeping on hard boulders with a metallic clink that was drowned out by their ravenous hunger.

It was easy to foul them when they were busy, but it was when they were in hunting that made it difficult for him to sneak by them. It was hard trying to make his metal paws as quiet as possible on the terrestrial surfaces of the caves, but the more he came through this exit the quieter he was becoming, which would greatly pay off on further espionage missions. It was just good practice in his opinion…

A Crawler was blocking his path and he narrowed his optics in annoyance. He was eating and by the looks of the freshly killed deer, he wasn't about to move anytime soon.

Ravage checked his time... he had only twenty hours to kill his fill, return back to the Nemesis, clean up and report to Soundwave's briefing on their next mission.

I don't have the time to wait for you...

But it continued to eat, as if rudely ignoring Ravage's need to get by.

Ravage optics fixed on something at his paws. Clean, white bones from it's last meal. Ravage tilted his head as if in an amused manner and swiped one of the bones to his left.

It clinked against the opposite wall and the heads of the Crawler's immediately shot up. They listened intently for it, wondering what disturbed their feeding. With their attention captured, Ravage swiped the second one and received the expected reaction from them.

They left their animal carcasses and went over to investigate the sounds— including the one blocking his way.

Distracted, he slinked into the caves, searching for his hunting grounds.

GOURGE
TIME: 17.5 HOURS LEFT TO HUNT.

Bones... hundreds of them in a chamber as far as the optics could see. The remains of their meals and any unfortunate cavers that became permanent visitors...

And that was Ravage's destination.

All he had to do was get across the gap in his path.

He hated crossing the large chasm not because it was physically demanding; it was because he had to be very precise. One inch to the left or any hesitation in his leap and would fall into the abyss below. He had only one close call before— the first time with Rumble and Frenzy— and he didn't wish to have another one.

A sound echoing in the distance on the other side of the chasm promised him Crawlers to hunt.

He checked his chronometer.

Seventeen hours remained. Plenty of time, although the last wrong turn would have given him an extra hour to get out and get back.

Ravage didn't rely on his tracking systems; he was using the caves as an exercise and seeing if he could do it without the aid of his other equipment. He was definitely getting better at mapping the caves from memorization.

He backed up slightly, squeezing his way through the hole barely big enough for him. Turning around, the tightness of the passage uncomfortable, he prepared to sprint.

Claws sank beneath his shoulder armor and began pulling at sensitive wiring, viciously trying to injure him. Ravage yowled slightly when it disconnected an important fuel line and rolled onto his back, pinning the Crawler beneath him and using his weight to subdue the fleshling.

Ravage steam-rolled over to his paws and immediately pressed it into it's chest, his metal nails extending and sinking them into the area over it's lungs. It howled in pain and Ravage quickly went to silence it as another paw sliced it deep in the throat, cutting the important arteries in his neck.

It let out a garbled but quiet cry, blood spraying Ravage in the face like a strangled garden hose. Soon it succumbed after a few muscle spasms from electricity and died.

Ravage was dissatisfied.

The Crawler's howl of pain had probably alerted the others. His exercise was ruined.

Now he was angry.

Ravage sprinted past the body of the dead Crawler, jumped across the chasm and landed in the next passage; awkwardly but successfully.

Face already half-covered in his hunts' blood, he turned his head towards darkness of the passage that lay in front of him.

THE BONE PIT
TIME: 16 HOURS LEFT TO HUNT

Squishy and wet… it was the only sensation he could describe it as his feet sank into the decaying meat. The rotting smell burning his olfactory sensors like napalm. He navigated through the low ceiling pit and around the montonous piles of bones.

The bone pit obviously served as their landfill, as well as the center of their home; all the passages of the caves intersected, making this place the most popular out of all the areas in the cave system.

All he had to do was wait.

He crept through the darkness avoiding the bones of dead animals, his audios waiting for the slightest sound that wasn't trickling water. He set himself on a rock near the walls of the cave, sand cushioning his loud metallic paws.

A clicking sound in the darkness caused him to turn his head. He narrowed his optics. It was them no doubt and the fact that they were making noises told Ravage that he had succeeded; they would have been quieter if they knew he was there.

Ravage turned his head in another direction at the sound of the high-pitched animal call in the distance.

He now knew where two fleshlings were... but where were the others?

Something warm and muculent hit his right shoulder plate.

His optics landed on the transparent mucus, dripping from his shoulder to the sandy ground. Another Crawler was heard clicking nearby...

Weight dropped on his shoulder plates from above and rolled the cyber-cat forward. Ravage was on his paws instantly to meet the Crawler who slashed him in the face with it's primitive claws, only managing to scratch him. Ravage returned the favor and unlike the organic caused more damage.

Ravage's claws sank into his chest and swiped his claw through his meat as if he was throwing heavy mud.

Ravage pounced and crushed the creature beneath his weight, pinning him down by his damaged chest and eliciting a screech of pain. Ravage smiled inwardly as he watched it struggled, still trying to free itself and viciously fight back. Where did this creature get his ferocious attitude? Did it even posses the common sense to know when it was finished?

It almost wasn't a fair battle... almost.

He was tackled from the side and thrown off his prey. The new Crawler attacked, swiping blindly for him.

Ravage sprinted to the side but the monster was quick to locate him. It came at Ravage from the front and with incredible strength managed to force the cyber-cat onto his back. It reached down and bit the crook of Ravage's neck— it's signature death move.

It screeched back with a jaw of broken and bloody teeth. Ravage hissed in disgust at the feeling of saliva sinking into the dented metal of his neck armor. The Crawler, clearly angered, growled deeply and attacked again.

Ravage was faster. He raised himself to his hind legs and slashed the air, his claws connecting to it's throat.

Another kill and more blood to stain his black form.

One still lay alive, screeching out painfully; the first Crawler that attacked him.

He let it screech— it would alert the others...

Ravage slinked back into the shadows, his optics aglow brightly as the dark concealed his form.

Minutes passed before another Crawler came to it's aid. Ravage's optics slanted with satisfaction as he watched it, his back exposed to the black panther behind him.

Ravage watched with humored and malicious fascination the scene unfold between the two. Seemingly able to detect that his fellow Crawler was done for, it sniffed it's body once and then quickly went to work euthanizing his fellow cave climber.

A pained cry issued from the injured Crawler as teeth sank into his throat before he was instantly silenced. Ravage grimaced with disgust as he witnessed the Crawler pull at the stubborn arteries still clinging to the flesh of his fellow comrade like bloody harp strings.

With no more than a small animalistic coo, it grabbed the slain Crawler and dragged it towards another part of the cave.

It suddenly turned back around and snarled threatingly as it heard Ravage's paws hitting the ground behind him. Ravage pounced on the creature, pinning it beneath him. The Crawler, surprised but quick to recover, brought it's naked feet up and pushed against Ravage's abdomen.

Ravage, slightly taken back, pressed his paws against the Crawler's head and unsheathed his claws.

It cried out in agony as Ravage dug his claws into it's skull, drawing out blood as he pushed his head into the rocky surface of the cave's floor like a toddler trying to pop a balloon.

After several moments of the creature crying in agony and struggling, Ravage managed to break the back of his skull with a crunch. Ravage continued digging the Crawler's head into the ground, all the while giving it small twists as if he was squeezing the juice out of an orange, until the Crawler finally stopped shrieking.

Ravage slowly retracted his claws and pulled out his flesh, a new coat of sticky blood rolling of his paws and onto the cave's ground.

He looked at his kills, mentally smirking to himself. He was already starting to feel a little bit better...

Another screech echoing in a nearby passage caused him to look up.

But there was no shame in trying to reach full satisfaction.

He lifted his paws and stepped over the fallen Crawler and headed towards the dark passage the beckoned him to add another kill to his growing collection.

THE NEMESIS
TIME: EXPIRED

((Ravage acknowledge.))

Same as the last attempt; no answer.

"Ravage acknowledge."

Logic and instinct informed him something was wrong.

Ravage always answered his calls; wither over the Decepticon Comm channel or through the link. He hadn't received a response for either but the link wasn't void of his presence, a clear indicator that even though Ravage was online, something was keeping him from answering his calls.

Cause was evident.

Ravage was in trouble.

Soundwave set to work trying to locate Ravage's location.

A red indictor dot showed the approximate area where Ravage was, though it was not a strong signal.

Soundwave pulled up the topographical map of that area.

It was a densely forested and mountainous region, containing several caves systems nearby. Though unlikely, Soundwave suspected that the reason Ravage's signal was so weak was because he had ventured into the caves. For what purpose Soundwave couldn't be sure until his cassette was back at the base for questioning.

Soundwave's blue hand reached for the button on his shoulder. There were only two cassettes that could fit in those cave systems…

"Rumble, Frenzy; eject. Operation; search and escort."

To be continued...

A/N: Next chapter will have more dialogue. With Rumble and Frenzy venturing in the caves, you can count on it. Hope you liked it and see you next chapter. :)