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themarginalthinker · 7 months

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Brained

(The boys go for a drag race along the beach. They do not use protective gear. Guess they'll just use their thick heads instead.)

Vampire bodies are pretty durable in the grand scheme of things.

Sure, sunlight was no picknick (just ask David, the poor guy couldn't even handle a sunrise) and running water made things difficult (lord knows why Max decided to move them right to the edge of the fucking ocean) but all in all, final death was a pretty distant concept. How many randos on the street would one, just happen to be carrying an authentic, sharpened wooden stake they had the strength to shove through someone's chest - muscle, bone and all - and two, would be willing to do so in public because like hell anyone could sneak up on the pack at home.

'Eternal life' meant just that. Death is a social construct, just like nuclear families and the economy.

Which meant that whatever David was going to do to Paul when he was back in one piece was perfectly fine.

It had started as a perfectly average night. Maybe, if he'd really been paying attention, David might have noticed that Paul had woken first, and been out of the roost before the others had even had time to spend the requisite fifteen minutes sleepily blinking at the wall before moving. Maybe that he'd been the one to suggest going for a drag race at the Boardwalk beach, despite it being just after the height of the season and plenty of people still dotting the sand to make for dangerous obstacles.

Paul had been vibrating with that certain something that drove him, his 'go-motor' as Dwayne called it once, kicking into high gear. Paul had wanted to satisfy that demon inside him, be it a fight, a fuck, a fly. Far be it for David to deny. Most of the time, Paul's instincts lead them to some pretty wild times.

Honestly, after thirty years of knowing him, David ought to have known better than to feed that beast one too many times.

So they'd raced. Marko picked the starting point, just far enough out to give them a decent sized 'track', where the lights of the hustle and bustle of the 'Walk started to blur into the distance, but also, per Paul's own wishes, just close enough to the populated parts of the beach where bonfires in the later season were flickering. 'Good for slaloming', he'd said. 'What's the point of a drag race if all you do is drive in a straight line?'

Alright, so the maniac could still coax even immovable Dwayne into some immortal stupidity once and a while. They were all still young. In a way.

So off they'd gone. David and Paul first, the others hollering after them, keeping pace just to be sure of the winner. (Lord knows David would cheat when he could, bend the rules and be a terrible pedant when that wouldn't work, and Paul would kick up a tantrum twice as hard just for shits.)

It was exhilarating. Not much got their slow, cold blood to actually move in their veins like a hit of adrenaline. Sometimes that was stolen from their prey, like shotgunning smoke from someone else's lips, and sometimes it was things like this. Cliff-diving from what ought to be fatal heights, actual diving to depths humans would get nitrogen narcosis and drown at. And this.

Skidding along the sand at speeds that would barely be allowed in town, let alone out here on the populated beach. People jumped and screamed when they saw what was coming out of the gloom - curses and bottles thrown at them in equal measure as they flew by. Paul showed teeth and David could barely keep himself in check to not do the same. Tawney eyes meet in the dark, flashing in the passing bonfires. David picks up speed, trying to match Paul's insane bobbing and weaving. Christ, but he was like a man possessed tonight. At one point, he comes to a raised section of sand, clearly a leftover from someone's art project that day, and actually gets some air.

Paul's face as he actually leaves the ground can only be described as rapturous. Across the bond, David gets it second-hand. Weightlessness in a very human way. Marko and Dwayne howl with Paul as he lands, building that feeling just to feed off it themselves. It's intoxicating. It's addicting.

So much, he nearly lets Paul win. Their turn around point was the pier, first one back to their starting position wins.

Nearly.

Maybe David should have let Paul have this. After all, he'd started it, and had been the most enthusiastic about it. Getting the most out of the game. But no, David was feeling it too, the air whipping at his face, the competition, the show of teeth, the drive in the bond, egging him faster, better, more, more, more. He'd win, just so he could watch Paul snarl and snap and insist he'd cheated just to race again.

Maybe 'eternal life' combined with 'eternal youth' meant the synapses were always going to be firing at just a slow enough pace that the earthly gift of 'foresight' would always be a rarity for them.

Before the pier, there was a cluster of rocks along the surf. Part of a much larger formation under the ground that the legs of the pier were situated on, keeping it steady. Paul locked onto these, and David knew what he was going to do practically before he did.

Paul veered off, knowing his own bike wouldn't win on straight speed, knowing that there were no other obstacles to make David have to check around. This might slow his packmate just enough, and give Paul the extra boost he needed. Literally.

His front tire hits the base of a flat, angled rock, and suddenly David knows, like he knows his own name, that this is about to go fucking pear-shaped.

The rock was by all means ramp-like. It wasn't too far off the ground, and dry enough from being out of the tide for long enough. No slippery seaweed or algae coating it. And maybe, that would have been enough.

If it hadn't been for the unseen divot at the very tip of it.

Paul's wheel catches in that hole, and speed can do a lot, but not drive through solid rock. It stops the tire spinning it its track - but all that momentum needed to go somewhere.

There is a moment, like shining, crystal clarity, where all the secrets of the universe align in one's head, where Paul knows just what this means. How he calculates the trajectory, the force, the how his own body is lifting.

But not really enough time to do anything about it.

He flies in a way that rocks dropped do not, but with all of the same finality of destination.

His head hitting one of the jagged stones makes a similar sound.

Marko and Dwayne are already off their bikes and racing to him, David pulling up quickly and dismounting. Paul lays in a sprawled heap of limbs, twisting around in ways they probably shouldn't.

Vampiric blood is thick in the air, drawing the back of David's head - and the other's as well - in. Pack blood. Better than any prey.

Paul's head is. Well. Not quite in two, but the image of an egg smashed onto the edge of a bowl and left to hang there wouldn't be an inaccurate description.

David growls, lips lifting to bare his teeth in utter frustration.

"Fucking idiot!" Marko barks, clambering over the rocks to try and lift Paul's body up. Dwayne is doing the same from the other side, going for legs. Across the bond, Paul's connection is sluggish. Here, but not responding. No shit.

For once, Paul's head was literally in two places at once.

David suddenly wants a cigarette.

"Get him up. Guess we're fucking staying in tonight," he sighs instead.

They do, and manage to sling him onto the back of David's bike. (He was going to make Paul clean every stain he left behind off with his fucking tongue when he woke up.) Marko circles anxiously, eyes never leaving the limp body as David balanced it against him, but Dwayne stays back a few moments by the rocks.

David raises an eyebrow, and Dwayne holds up a finger.

It's a few moments, but soon he comes trotting back. Marko asks what he was doing, and Dwayne wordlessly holds something up.

A long bit of blond scalp and red-stained bone.

Oh yeah, Paul was going to be cleaned all of their stuff for a month.

#the lost boys #injuries #bodily harm #vehicle accidents #stupid vampire tricks

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hes-a-plant · 7 months

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I’m curious. Here’s a poll for those of you who use sewing machines (or have ever used one)

TW: mention of bodily harm

Please share after voting! :)

#sewing machine #sewing #sew #tw bodily harm #bodily harm #injury #injury mention #tw injury #fiber crafts

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qourmet · 1 year

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i Love

how a lot of fandom/fic will treat yllz!wwx as a fragile little thing constantly on the verge of Kicking it but like

the man survived his martial brother stabbing him & spilling his guts and Walking it Off by just stuffing it back in himself, & getting shot with an arrow Did Not phase him enough to flinch in the slightest, not even when he pulled it from himself

which i guess starts begging the question about How Much his body was able to sustain without his prior cultivation, how much of that translated to his demonic cultivation, how much of his previous cultivating reinforced the sustainability of his body against resentment and physical harm, and what Actually Canonically killed him cos despite all the speculation the only "canon" explanation is jiang cheng "killing" him but again even a stab from the man tearing out his intestines didn't do the job so like

yeah i Know the tiger tally is thrown out as the main culprit but did this cultivation reinforce his body or wear it down? it definitely bore down on his soul & mental state of mind & grinded at that but really, how much of that resentment was willing to let go of a physical vessel that could carry out its will?

#to be Fair he had the best doctor in their known generation backing him so realistically all he had to do #was Not Faint before wen ning could carry them out & take him back to qing post-jiang cheng defect #but also she was working with limited resources so it's all with a grain of salt #yllz makes my brain go goo #mdzs #im just thinking out loud dont mind me #gore #bodily harm

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xvermingirlx · 9 months

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CW: writing about - incest, siscest, self harm, bodily harm, blood, cutting, tabboo love, love through blood.

#tabboo love #siscest #siscon #self harm #bodily harm #blood #writing #fiction #trauma art #trauma writing #intense love

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monster-shoppe · 7 months

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Got into a bad bout of insomnia and decided to work on a piece from a few years ago that my friend still tells me they think about regularly: Taliesin

Taliesin, or Tal, (he/him) is my bard from an old DnD campaign who I adored playing, and I was given a lot of freedom in their creation. He’s young, maybe 16 or 17, and was raised by a family friend after the loss of his parents as a toddler. The family friend, Mundi (they/them) who was played by the co-DM’s, became a mentor and guardian to Taliesin and I just loved their dynamic. Eventually I wrote up bits of Tal’s backstory and this one became both the longest and my favourite.

(I’ve never posted writing like this before so I’ll do my best with tags and info)

Summary: Taliesin tells the story of a fateful encounter he experienced when he was eight

TW: blood, animal death, bodily harm, bodily harm to a child, trauma, eye gore/imagery

Word count: 5k

Thanks for reading :3

Last illustration is Taliesin, now 16-17 ish, at one of the many taverns the fleet may end up at during their travels. He likes to tell this story as well as many others, and he’s always got a proud parent watching from nearby

#original work #fantasy #DnD #based off a dnd campaign #original characters #blood #animal death #bodily harm #bodily harm to a child #trauma #eye gore/imagery #oc #my ocs #dungeons and dragons

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a-chaotically-small-lunta · 1 year

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Cat and mouse

What if there was a world filled with Cat people? Chirre knows and has visited one of these worlds. Although they didn't like it as much as they thought they would. Either way this is their story of that world.

Warnings: mentions of blood, bodily harm, and mentions of eating people

Walking through the portal to a new world was always exhilarating for Chirre. All the possibilities of what could be on the other side made them excited and a bit scared. There’s only so many times you can walk through a portal with no fear, only to be met with an apocalyptic world that immediately is trying to kill you.

Chirre’s feet hit the grass and they blinked from the sudden sunlight in their eyes. They looked around and noticed trees as well as a small town off in the distance. That’s where they would go, it’s usually better to be near civilization than not. They suddenly felt something on the top of their head, it was soft and fuffy. Reaching up they touched their head and pulled on the fluff, only to discover that it was attached to them. Grabbing both side Chirre knew they had sprouted ears. Quickly looking behind them they noticed a tail that flicked every once and awhile.

“Oh guess I’m a cat person here…Neat!” Chirre muttered to themself.

With a sigh and a flick of their tail they started walking towards the town along the gravel road. The sun was high above them, marking it about midday. Chirre made a mental note of it.

Once at the town they looked around with excitement building in their chest. This world was a full cat person world! Everyone had cat ears and tails, while a few even had whiskers on their faces. This is adorable! Chirre walked around looking at the buildings and even the small kitten kids running and playing in the street.

Their ears suddenly caught the sound of a crowd and curiosity took over Chirre. They wandered over towards the crowd and noticed a whole market. There were shop stand set up selling breads, trinkets, and- Chirre immediately froze, their ears pinned down and tail straightened out as they stared at one of the stands. It was just a fish stand…one would see that in almost any world…but Chirre couldn’t shake the feeling they had in the pit of their stomach. The fish were just mermaids…dead tiny mermaids and it made Chirre feel sick. Who would design a world of cats and make probably all the animals also humanoid?? Are they intelligent? Could they speak? Didn’t they have feelings that could be expressed to these people? It’s just the nature of this place but…why did someone design it this way?

Chirre felt ill and was a bit grateful that they didn’t really have a stomach…or needed to eat. They were not going to eat any meat here. Chirre shuddered and turned away, they couldn’t do anything about it, unless they wanted the creator of this world’s attention. They really didn’t want that, not again.

Chirre looked around the small town more, trying to shake the unnerved feeling off, but swing a shop for mouse traps quickly brought it back. Guess I should be glad I took a cat form… they thought. Eventually they noticed the town was getting quieter and the sky grew darker. It’s getting late, better find an inn or something.

They wandered around until they found a small inn where a little old woman with gray striped ears and hair was sweeping the floor.

“Hello miss, Um…I’m looking to stay for one night? Can you or someone help me?” Chirre asked, their ears tucked back.

The lady perked up and smiled, “of course kitten! Come along now, I’ll get you all set up”

Chirre followed the woman to the desk where she sat and dug through some drawers pulling out a key with a wooden tag inscribed with a 3.

“One night will be 5 silver coins,” she smiled and held out her hand for the coins.

Chirre smiled back and dug into their jacket. I have some silver coins somewhere….I got some saved and copied from that pirate place…I just need to copy it 5 times…if I can fin-Ah Ha!!

Chirre dropped the coins into the woman’s hand, who looked at them questionably.

“Odd coin designs here…you must be from somewhere very far away” she said with a raised eyebrow.

“Oh haha yeah” Chirre laughed, She’s more right than she thinks.

“Enjoy your stay, Kitty!” With that Chirre walked down the hall, “OH! Please do inform us if the mouse trap caught anything! We’ll give you a pretty penny if you do!”

Chirre ran cold, “A-Alright,” they shouted back. They quickly ran to their room and unlocked it. Once inside they shut the door, locked it, and slid down the door, minding their tail. They placed their hands to their head, and let out a sigh. I hope nothing gets in the mousetrap…where even is it?

With this realization Chirre looked up and glanced around the room, scanning the dark blue floors and along the blue walls. They eventually spotted it, it was empty. Is it broken? Is it ready to spring? I’m realizing now I’ve never seen a mousetrap and have no clue how it even works…I do know they hurt a lot though… Chirre sighed, as long as it didn’t catch anything it would be fine. They stood up and quickly got ready for bed. Looking into the dresser, Chirre found some clothes with a note on top.

“Dear guests,

We request that you wear these provided clothes while sleeping. Due to past problems of sheets being torn up, we have provided a way to prevent that.”

Chirre rose an eyebrow, I don’t know what happened but okay. Chirre then changed into the green sweater, soft pants, and socks. They felt weird wearing the socks, they’ve always preferred to not have shoes or socks. They like to feel the ground beneath them, and now they couldn’t feel the carpeted floors.

Walking over to the bed, Chirre plopped down and closed their eyes, maybe I can just sleep until I’m able to open a portal again…maybe…Like that they were out.

SNAP

Chirre immediately shot out of bed from hearing a loud snap go through their room. They had no idea how long it’s been since they fell asleep but they definitely knew what that click was. Carefully they got out of bed and headed towards the mousetrap. Please don’t have anything, please don’t have anything, please be okay if it has something but PLEASE DON’T HAVE ANYTHING

Chirre gasped as they looked down at the trap, there was a small mouse person trapped. Their little tail was snapped by the contraption and was definitely wounded by the small amount of blood On the trap. He looks so young. As Chirre stared, the lil one squeaked out in fear and climbed onto the trap trying to distance themself from Chirre.

“Hey hey, it’s okay,” Chirre carefully and slowly approached them, “I’m not going to hurt you,” Chirre lowered themself onto the floor near the trap, the boy was shaking from fear. T-This is cruel! Who would do this? Who would even want to do this!?! I…I can’t understand it

Chirre carefully reached out towards him, gathering the trap and the child, they lifted them up. The boy squeezed their eyes shut and Chirre could barely hear the whimpers and “please no” coming from the mouse boy. Their heart broke at the scene, but the went to work on freeing the kid as quick as possible.

Carefully lifting the metal bar up, they used a finger to slowly move the boy’s tail out from the trap. It was injured and was bleeding, but a few bandages should help it heal up. Chirre placed the trap away and with the small boy in one hand, they dug into the sweater searching for some bandages. Come on come on, I know I saved some. Chirre was digging through their saves, a collection of objects, trinkets and food they had collected or “saved” over their travels. They could access this collection through their chest…they just don’t like doing it when they aren’t covered…makes them think about it too much. Eventually Chirre found a small bundle of bandages and pulled it out. Quickly they took some and using their newly sharp canines, bit a piece off. They quickly wrapped the wounded tail and tied it off. The boy still hadn’t opened their eyes, they had tears spilling down their checks and were silently sobbing.

“There we go,” Chirre said, causing the small boy to open his eyes and look over, “See? Everything is alright now.”

The child was staring at the bandages on their tail. He went to grab it and examined it. His eyes were amazed by the handiwork, Chirre felt a little proud of themself in that moment.

“W-why did you help me?” Chirre froze and looked down at the small boy in their hands. He looked up at them with wide and confused eyes through his curly red brown hair.

“Cause you’re a person, you shouldn’t be treated like you aren’t!” Chirre said in a hushed yell voice. They didn’t want to scare the poor boy with a louder voice and they definitely didn’t want the inn keeper busting in here.

“B-but I was alwa-ways told that-t we were no-nothing more than p-p-pests and fo-food…” tears welled up in the child’s eyes, “an-and my m-mommy was e-eaten…so I thought…”

“I would never eat someone!” Chirre interrupted, “I would never eat anyone who had feelings, a soul, intelligence, or anything like that” Chirre looked at the boy with concerned eyes, “I promise, I’d never do that”

The boy sobbed and without a second of hesitation, Chirre lifted them up to their chest in a makeshift hug.

“I won’t let anyone do that to you either,” Chirre said softly as the boy weeped into them. Gently Chirre rubbed the kids back and stood up. They walked over to the bed and laid down. They waited until the sobs of the kid had stopped, and they looked down at them. The little mouse boy had passed out from crying… or perhaps they had settled down finally and felt at peace. It didn’t matter really, but Chirre was glad to protect them and drifted off to sleep as well.

In the morning Chirre noticed the boy was still asleep on their chest, they slowly stood up and placed him on the pillow. Quickly they got dressed in their classic outfit and placed the other clothes into the dresser. They walked over and gently scooped the boy up. With a steady hand they placed the boy within the fluff of their jacket, hidden just under their cape’s knot. Chirre quickly left the inn, thanking the inn’s caretaker and left without any luncuh.

They were speed walking towards the town’s exit when they felt some rustling.

“Shhh, it’s okay. I’m trying to get out of this town, so don’t move to much…you’re in my jacket so don’t freak out okay?” Chirre whispered under their breath, while carefulling lifting the knot to reveal the mouse boy who just woke up. His face was covered in fear until his eyes met Chirre’s and his whole body relaxed. He then nuzzled back into the fluff as the knot was lowered back down.

Chirre finally reached the edge of town and quickly walked through the quiet woods, the only sound that was heard came from the town behind them. Once the town was out of sight they paused and revealed the mouse child again.

“Hey there, hope you aren’t uncomfortable or anything. Hehehe, um…I’m Chirre by the way, uhhh do you have a name?”

The boy tilted their head up and nodded, “My name’s Sean” Chirre smiled.

“Nice to meet you Sean, I want to ask you something…”

Sean tilted his head in curiosity.

“You see I’m not from this place and I was wondering if you would like to go with me to the place where I live…No one will try and harm you there and there are people like you! Except I’m not exactly like you haha…but I won’t force you to go if you don’t want to…soo do you want to go?”

Sean paused and thought, “There’s nothing for me here so…YEA!”

Chirre smiled and their tail flicked, “Awesome! Alrighty then,” Chirre looked up and noticed the sun was at the top of the sky, “we’ll be on our way then.”

With that Chirre stepped back and flicked their wrist. A Diamond shaped portal formed and revealed a bustling town filled with a magnitude of different kinds of people, creatures, monsters and more.

“Welcome to your new home”

Decided to write a story for this as well as make a lil comic of one of the scenes so hope you enjoyed and here’s the comic

#Story #g/t #giant/tiny #my art #g/t writing #Chirre #OC Chirre #OC sean #blood #eating people #bodily harm #my writing #gt #Chirre but make it G/t #Chirre has probably visited a lot of worlds with G/t vibes honestly #not because i want them too noooooo (shut up)

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blustankgirl · 1 year

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Johnny was propped up against a fallen bot that she has managed to blast with the last of her rocket but not before it had walloped her within an inch of death. It hurt to move, to breathe, hell, even to blink. A bloody and gaping hole had torn through her side, holding a hand there to keep her stomach and kidney from falling out.So the soldier let the fading conscious dance between the states of awareness and fuge with eyes close, blood draining around her and the robotic corpse.

Soon, the soldier felt the disappointment of having a quiet dignified death as she heard gravel shifting underfoot of someone approaching. It took alot of effort to tilt her head back so she could see from under her helmet. "Can't anyone just die in peace anymore?

#meet the martial artist #ic #bodily harm

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neonpaperlanterns · 10 months

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My Dear

(A/n: I had this sitting in my drafts for years. It's a small part of a story that I fell out of. But I liked this part so I decided to post it here. Though to be safe I put the mature rating on this. It does contain depictions of violence. Yay blood!)

Ana watched as Megatron’s optics took on a hazy quality, lost in memories he seemed to have no desire to remember. His grip on her loosening as he looked through her. Swallowing around the lump in her throat she shifted, ignoring how his talons pricked along her skin she tried to move back.

Put distance between them.

She didn’t get far. Her back made violent contact with the cold metal of the table as Megatron loomed above her. Her reprieve was over as he yanked her wrists above her head.

“Optimus Prime took away who I held dear, it is only fair that I do the same.” The sound of his sword unsheathing made her heart jump into her throat.

The slow torturous death Ana had anticipated was gone. Megatron’s expression became unreadable as he raised his arm. There was no time for Ana to think as he lunged downward. Ripping her wrists from his grip she felt as the skin tore. She chokes on a scream as she throws herself to the side. The blade slicing along the left side of her neck.

‘He’s going to kill me!’

“Do something!’

‘Distract him!’

‘HOW!?’

‘DO ANYTHING!’

Throwing her arms up, her blood smears across his shoulders as she smashed her lips against his. Tears slipped down her face making everything damp. The taste of salt and metal is heavy on her tongue.

The room is still.

Nothing is happening.

She refuses to open her eyes.

Ana is terrified, she can feel herself trembling. She is expecting to be run through at any moment. But Megatron isn’t moving.

Pulling away she slowly opens her eyes. Her lashes stick together and she feels a whimper get stuck in her throat. Burning optics look at her, his mouth slightly hanging open. The dim purple light glints off his denta and she wants to get away but suddenly he is pulling her closer.

“I’m so-”

Megatron cuts her off. His mouth crashed into hers, splitting her lip in the process. Blood is mixing with her tears as he lets out a low snarl. His serovs wrapped more securely around her thighs. The grip is unforgiving and she can feel her flesh give way. The metal table beneath her is stained red as he pressed into her harder.

Ripping her face away, fresh tears stream down her cheeks. Blood oozes from her pulsing lip and sluggishly trails down her chin. She can’t catch her breath, her lungs ache as she claws at the seams on his neck and shoulders.

A hiss passes his blood smeared mouth as he seeks to return it to hers. Time slows as she takes in his crimson painted face. Her eyes track the trickle of blood that rolls down his chin.

‘He’s covered in my blood.’

Bile builds at the back of her throat. It burned as she swallowed it back down. Her head felt light as she teetered, her vision becoming unfocused. He was kissing her again and it hurt. His servos dragged down her legs making more blood bubble to the surface. Ana shoved weakly against his chest, she wanted him to stop.

And for a merciful moment he did. He pulled back, the faint smell of ozone drifted from him as he stared down at her. Her thoughts were swimming as she sucked in air.

Then Megatron was lunging forward. Razor sharp denta digging into her shoulder.

A scream tore from her mouth, ripping apart her voice box.

Her skin tears and blood is streaming down her shoulder. Drenching her shirt and she continues to scream.

Everything is on fire. It hurts, oh god it hurts so much! She was going to die. He was going to kill her. He IS killing her. Desperately, frantically she claws at the cabaling on his neck and yanks. Something gave and neon blue rushed out and down her arms. It seeped into the torn skin of her wrists and it throbbed.

Nausea curled in her stomach but it made Megatron lurch away from her. More blood smeared across his face. Slowly dripping to splatter onto the ground. He looked feral. His optics lit up the room, she could hear the faint sound of a fan whirling as his glossa flicked out to run along his teeth. His chest bumped against hers and it felt like he was on fire. The molten metal made her cry. Ana didn’t know if she wanted to continue to face this with her eyes open or if she should screw them shut.

But she didn’t have to.

The door was blasted open. Blue energy screamed across the room and slammed into Megatron’s face. In his reduced size the hit sent him flying. Ana’s head rolled to the side.

Optimus’s optics flared as she watched him storm over to her. Anger and guilt vied for dominance on his face. A fresh wave of tears wracked her body as she tiredly reached for him. She was trying to smile as she sobbed with relief. She was so happy to see him. She could feel blood slipping down her chin and she heard Optimus make a noise that she doesn’t think she’ll ever forget.

Carefully but fervently he lifted her up transforming around her until she rested safely in his cab. He took off after that, racing down the hallways with little regard for his surroundings. An earth shattering roar sounded from behind them. An involuntary whimper snuck past her lips as she curled in on herself.

Megatron must have recovered.

Optimus drove faster.

As he rounded a corner they were being flanked by Bumblebee and Bulkhead. A horde of Vehicons tailing behind them.

“You got Ana?” Bulkhead’s voice resounded through the entire cab.

“Yes.” Optimus’s tone was clipped, angry. It made her uncomfortable. Blaster fire hurled down the hall, whizzing past. Barely grazing the Autobots as the corridor was alight with garish red hues. Furious screaming proceeded ground shaking steps and molten purple hits dead center of the hallway. It forces Optimus to swerve violently, almost taking out Bumblebee in the process.

“Ratchet, we need a bridge. NOW.” The edge in his voice made shame swirl in her stomach. She caused this by not being careful enough. She was the reason he was so angry.

Harsh neon green blue swirls burst to life in front of them. Ana has to close her eyes against the bright nauseating colors. Shouting was heard, something was being said. It could have been a ‘stop them!’ or ‘don’t let them escape!’ but it didn’t matter. The three Autobots and one human slammed into the swirling gate, disappearing and leaving behind nothing but tire tracks.

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