by prowl123 » Tue Aug 30, 2011 5:41 am
- Motto: "If your house burns down... it's my fault."
- Weapon: Sniper Rifle
Chapter 1
Who am I? What have I become? Why do I take pleasure in ending innocent lives?
My name is Deadlock. I am the second-in-command of Turmoil and his ship. I was accepted into the Decepticon ranks by Megatron himself. I am feared highly by many Autobots. I'm a murderer.
And I've gone soft.
"We are approaching Iacon," a voice says over the ship's PA. "Prepare for bail-out now."
The cargo door open, and all of the Decepticons in the ship jump out. The only one who doesn't is me, held back by my master.
"You don't seem focused, Deadlock," Turmoil says. "Get your head in the game."
I nod, and jump out of the ship after the others under Turmoil's command.
I slam into the ground, crushing an unfortunate Autobot beneath my feet. As soon as I do so, I know that this is going to be a pretty f**king bloody battle.
I whip out my pulse rifle, and begin shooting. Each blast connects with one or more part of an Autobot's body. I do not miss once. Lazers from enemy weapons are flung at me, and nearly all of them miss. Only one shot hits me, and it only clips my shoulder. I pull out a knife, and throw it across the battlefield. It embeds itself in some poor 'Bot's head.
The battle continues like this for about twenty more cycles. I don't enjoy any of it in the slightest. After that, most of the Autobots are dead. The others have fled. Three have been captured. Turmoil stands over them, a pistol pointed at one of their heads. He fires the gun, and the 'Bot's head flies off. He does the same to the second one. I cant stand to see such merciless slaughter at the time. before he can kill the final Autobot, I step between the two of them.
"What the f**k do you think you're doing?" Turmoil bellows at me.
"What have these Autobots ever done to us do deserve to be massacred like this?" I ask.
"They've held us back, and kept us from what is rightfully ours!" he screams.
"But do they really deserve to die for it?" I ask. When I finish the sentence, Turmoil points the gun right at my spark.
"I don't think I'll be needing your services anymore, Deadlock," he says. Before he can pull the trigger, I slap the gun out of his hand, and punch him. I then decide to cut and run. Turmoil's team shoots after me, but I am not hit. I hastily make the descision that I no longer want to be a killer. I am about to do what no Decepticon has ever done.
I want to defect.
~prowl123~
Don't take anything I say seriously, because what I say may not necessarily be what I mean.
