Evil Intentions

Sadistic amusement and anticipation danced like flames in the vicious tyrant’s red optics. Like the thunderous footfalls of a Tyrannosaurus Rex, each step was slow, deliberate, and gave off an impact tremor that reverberated throughout the corridor. Just enough pause was left between footsteps to intimidate his prey, give him time to try to imagine the horrors about to befall him as the footfalls came closer…and closer…and closer. The tyrant smiled cruelly. Oh yes, stalking was a most delicious sensation. He could almost cut his teeth on it as he imagined the hammering of his victim’s fuel pump. His was a hunter’s soul and there was no greater satisfaction than the hunt, terrorizing one’s prey, the anticipation of the kill, and finally the kill itself.

His footfalls stopped just outside the door to his prey’s quarters, where inside the prey cowered in a corner, trembling in abject terror. Savage glee rose in the tyrant’s being and he tipped his head back, howling in wicked laughter just outside the door. Yes, it had been much time since this hunter had last been so amused, so invigorated. It felt liberating! The maniacal laughter continued as a powerful hand punched its way through the metal door. The hand flexed for a brief moment, then grasped the door and in one powerful motion ripped it out of its frame. Tossing the bent and crushed piece of metal aside, the tyrant took its place in the doorframe, blocking the exit with his mammoth frame. Ebony hands curled tightly once more into their trademark fists and his optics glowed brilliantly with sadistic glee as he took in the satisfying sight before him. This scene was never tiring.

“N-n-no, Megatron! Please, it wasn’t my fault!” Starscream covered his head with his arms, hoping to fend off what he knew was going to be another severe beating. Fear poured from the red jet like energon from a punctured cube and like most predators, Megatron could smell fear. He relished it, savored it.

True, Starscream hadn’t really fragged up anything major this time. He was simply a convenient target for venting his fury and frustrations. The Decepticons whipping boy, if you will.

“SILENCE!!!” Megatron grabbed Starscream by the throat and hauled him to his feet. Releasing the throat, he circled his Second in Command, menace emanating from him with staggering intensity.

The petrified seeker watched Megatron cautiously out of the corners of his optics until Megatron came to stand in front of him again. Then he began pleading for forgiveness again. An evil smirk appeared on Megatron’s face and an icy chill settled over Starscream’s spark.

Megatron rubbed his chin thoughtfully. After a moment, he grinned.

“Oh relax, Starscream. I’m just tormenting you.”

The fear turned to fury as Megatron turned and exited Starscream’s quarters, grinning evilly and with much satisfaction. Starscream ran for the door, powering up his weapons. Megatron was going to pay for toying with him! Without looking back, Megatron called out.

“Don’t you fire at me, Starscream, or else I won’t be playing games anymore.”

Starscream glowered balefully at Megatron’s retreating back, before screaming down the corridor after him.

“DO YOU KNOW HOW MUCH I HATE YOU, YOU PIECE OF SLAG!!!”

Megatron’s wicked laughter echoed through the corridor, mocking his Second in Command. Primus, he relished playing games with that little seeker. After all, hunting was a sport.

Ah yes, how could Megatron ever completely get rid of Starscream. He was so useful in so many ways.