Creative Roundup, January 20, 2013

Megatron gave a cold, metallic chuckle, and a derisive nod. "Of course, Genesis. A debt owed is binding, after all."
Genesis frowned, deeply, his body tense, as if coiled to spring. Finally, he gave a resigned nod, "It is."
"Good." The voice was smiling, now. "I'm glad we're clear on this. Load them onto the ship, Genesis. We'll speak more, later."

Her surgical bed began to move,, slowly, the rocking motion lulling her eyes closed. She felt the pressure leaving her body. Her stomach felt like it rose up inside of her, almost as if she were falling.