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I think I might dive into the fan fiction game and I'll start out with a fan made of mine before I begin to explore other characters (Especially those who are canon and can easily be ridiculed because I didn't show them right :p)

The Warwolf

Garrus 7 – Southern Wing - Autobot Rehabilitation Center – Room A139

There was an annoying buzzing running through the small white room. He hated it, it was making him mad. Warwolf sat in his chair, his arms and legs restrained against the chair itself. He budged his arms, twisting his body in a failed attempt to escape.

Let me out! I can’t take much more of this!!

Warwolf shook his head, trying to clear his mind. It was a failed attempt as always though, as the violent thoughts never seemed to disappear entirely. Warwolf shifted his attention to the doorway. He knew there were at least two or three guards sitting out there, in case he managed to escape.

“You slag-lickers better shut off that damn noise! I know it isn’t the lights!” He yelled into the empty room. Suddenly he heard muffled chatter through the metallic door. They must not have been heavily armored as he originally believed them to be if he could hear the conversation outside beginning to heat up. There was a brief moment of silence before the door slid open with a loud hiss. A lone Autobot walked in with a data pad tucked under his arm.

“Ahh, you must be Warwolf I presume,” The Autobot counselor began as he took his seat at the opposite end of the table, facing Warwolf. The door slid back shut and the faint sound of locks tightening could be heard. “I’ve been looking over your file,” He said as he began looking through his data pad, “You seem to be a much different character than most of the other Decepticons we get in here.”

“I’m not a Decepticon…” The restrained Warwolf murmured out loud.

“Regardless of faction, you’re still locked in here for the death of a mister…Gangplank. Says here you ‘viciously mauled out his spark chamber, only to have him watch you crush it in your bare hands in his last few seconds.’ …Is this true?”

This is making me all giddy, let’s give him a first-hand demonstration.

Warwolf’s optics dropped to the floor, trying to prevent his anger from taking control of the situation. The counselor picked up on Warwolf’s actions on trying to prevent his darker half from taking control of himself.

“This seems like quite a touchy subject. Why don’t we come back to it later, shall we? Now tell me about your early life, before or how you got involved with the Renegades.”

Warwolf hesitated to tell him. Why should he have to? He’s responsible keeping him confided in this prison. But maybe he could help him keep his anger at bay, perhaps even remove the thoughts completely.

“My-My early life…I spent most of my time as a smuggler and a low-level thief in the big cities like Iacon. Eventually I got busted and was on a prisoner transfer shuttle en route to a prison planet…I think it was this very one actually…”

Remember the guards on that ship? How they beated us…Like the animal we are!!

“But along the way the ship came under attack, by the Renegades.”

“My records say the ship was destroyed and no one survived the attack.” The counselor said, looking up from his data pad, “How did you manage to live thru it?”

“The pirates liberated the ship, freeing the prisoners as long as they swore themselves to be a part of their crew. Most were already born killers, and they didn’t hesitate on their offer. Those who declined were executed on the spot. ‘A message to those who would defy the Renegades’ they said. So when they asked me I agreed to join, I too didn’t hesitate on their offering.”

Then we got strong. We were taught to kill, plunder, and decimate cities. The bloodlust was a glorious escape from reality.

“I managed to work my way up to second in command of the Renegades; they said I took after our- well, our former captain, Gangplank.”

“I see,” the counselor mech stated as he continued typing more data into his data pad, “Now I want you to tell me more on how you got here, about how you ended up here in this room.”

Yesssss…Tell the nice doctor about how we ended up here…Or should I do it for you?

Warwolf took a moment and began to inhale and exhale deeply. It was a technique he had picked up on while being imprisoned here on Garrus 7 to help control his anger. The more he discussed his past, especially this particular point, the more his feral side clawed at the back of his mind.

“Doc…This isn’t the best time to talk about this…”

“But you’re making such progress! I believe this event might be a trigger for your feral side! If you can learn how to tackle this particular event, you’ll be one giant step closer to containing the beast!”

“But Doc, what if I lose it? What if I lose control of him?”

“That’s what the restraints are for.” The doc said as he waved his arm out in front of him, gesturing to Warwolf’s chair. Warwolf looked down at the restraints, chuckling a bit.

“I’ve managed to break through worst.” Warwolf then took a deep breath, beginning to recall the day he was turned into a monster. “It was on Hydras 7…That’s where the captain said the Energon spike was…It was going to be a simple raid on an Energon mine, nothing new to any of us.” Warwolf said as he cringed in his seat, fighting back the murderous thoughts in his mind.

Keep going!! You’re coming up on the best part!!

“So we entered the mine. It was quiet and dark from what I remember…Soon we eventually found the raw Energon and the sample was miniscule to what we had imagined there actually being. A couple chunks the size of a standard wheel would never trigger such a large spike on the scanners!” Warwolf had to stop his story again, inhaling and exhaling more and more air in an attempt to control the beast the only way he could, “Doc! I-I Can’t keep at this! He…He’s breaking through!!”

“You’re making excellent progress! Keep going!!”

Warwolf clenched the ends of the chair’s arms in frustration. He could feel the primal urges beginning to take over his body. He tried his hardest to muster out the final pieces of his story. “We…We discovered a subterranean science facility…Their machines were the source of the power fluxes we kept picking up…We entered the facility to find the scientist working on their latest experiment; Cyber-genetic modifications or something along those lines…”

“Tell me more about these…Modifications.”

“They crossed the DNA of certain species collected across the galaxy, then tried to cross that with Cybertronian CAN…” Warwolf responded as he began to twitch and cringe in his restraints. “So the doctors said they could give us special talents, turn us into super soldiers… This caught the attention of our captain. He was power hungry…He felt this operation could make us the most feared Cybertronians in the galaxy… So he demanded a test, a test to demonstrate that this kind of operation could work for him…”

Warwolf began to slouch as much as he could within his restraints. The animalistic side of him felt as though it was weighing him down. Warwolf did all he could to resist the change, shaking his head left and right, mentally battling against the killer in his processor.

“Then... That’s when he did it…”

“Who did what?” The doctor asked curiously.

“Gangplank…Our captain…He ordered I be the first test subject…His men, my former allies, turned on me! They removed my weapons and strapped me onto a slab!” Warwolf yelled, his voice beginning to grow shaking and distant from his usual self.

“Warwolf, I think that’s enough for today-”

“NO!” He screamed as he began to tremble, trying to shake the restraints off of him, “They changed me!! Altered my chassis into this monstrous being!!”

“Warwolf, that’s enough! We’re gonna-“ The doctor was cut off again as Warwolf managed to break free of one of the arm restraints. “Guards! The patient is attempting to flee!” He screamed over his comm, but it was too late, Warwolf had managed to rip off the last of his restraints. He quickly leapt towards the doctor and clenched his face with his hand, having no trouble raising the frail psychologist off the floor. The doctor struggled to grasp Warwolf’s forearm, in a desperate attempt to save his life. “Warwolf…This isn’t who you are!” He managed to muffle out from Warwolf’s palm.

“I’m already lost, doctor.” The lupine mech said as the last glimpse of sanity left fell back into his subconscious. The only thought running thru his mind now was to kill.

Warwolf thrusted his free hand up into the spark chamber of the psychologist as he tightened the grip he had on the doctor’s face. In one fluid motion, Warwolf pulled his arms apart from each other, ripping the doctor into two separate mangled pieces of scrap. He lifted the remnants of what used to be an Autobot face over his head and let out a blood-curdling howl.

Let the Slaughter begin…