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Hi! I have been a long time lucker around here and just love everything I view around her. Finally had the nerve to join up here...sooooo, here is the first.
Title: Drive by
Author: Dreamer Way
Rated: PG
Disclaimer: I do not own these characters.
Warnings: None
Prompt: Hound / Wildrider / penance
Summary: All Hound wanted was a day off.
Really don't have a beta yet ^_^; Sorry for any mistake
~*~
There were days that Hound wished the Decepticons would back off.
It was his day-off, to do whatever he wanted. Mostly he would end up exploring the woods. Yes, he must have been through them many, many times before, but he loved it. It was always calm and peaceful. It was how he wanted the whole world to be like someday. He was heading that way when he got the call.
It seems that one of the Stunticons was causing mayhem again and he was lucky enough to be close enough to check it out. Being not to turn down the order, Hound turned himself around and headed towards the highway. In a matter of minutes he found himself in the middle of what could be considered a battle field.
Cars were piled up all over the road. People were crawling out of them, moaning and crying. Blood seemed to be a common sight as most of the humans were injured. Some...some looked like they weren’t going to make it through the rest of the day. Right there, Hound wanted to purge his fuel tank. It was disgusting. It was times like these that Hound hated the Decepticons. How could they always cause such pain, such sorrow to the likes of the humans, in fact to any species?
“Ha! It’s looks like the Autobots finally sent someone! Too bad it isn’t someone that could give me a challenge!”
“Wildrider...” mumbled Hound as he revved engine as the Stunticon laughed, “That is enough! I’m putting a stop to this!”
“Come and get me than!” cackled out Wildrider as he turned himself around and droved off, crashing into more cars along the road.
Not waiting for more people to get hurt, Hound put on the speed. Carefully dodging the people, he didn’t want to hurt any more than already had. How could one Stunticon cause all this damage in such a short amount of time? The cackling of Wildrider was enough to convince him other wise. He and the rest of the Stunticons were monsters on the road. It is the very spark of reason why Megatron had them created. Even thought his alt mode was much slower, he was able to keep up with the Decepticon along the road.
“I have my optics on Wildrider, but I am not sure for how long,” called in Hound towards the Arc.
>>Mirage and Bluestreak are heading off to block Wildrider off. Just keep trailing over him>> paged Prowl over the comm.
“Good,” said Hound as he trailed his way up a hill side road. It was much narrower, but Hound was thankful to Primus that there seem to be no more human drivers.
Wildrider was all over the place, swaying to the left and right lane of the road, laughing like a mad bot. It was becoming more annoying really. Hound found himself becoming more and more aggravated with each passing minute passing. Here it was his day off, off from all the fighting, the pain, the lost of life. For at least one day, he could live in peace before returning to the war filled world. But no...it was because of Decepticons like Wildrider, he was force to back into this too soon.
Having his thoughts distracting him from the real world, Hound failed to noticed Wildrider disappearing behind a curve. Pushing himself his speed, Hound rounded the corner, only to find himself facing a black Mercedes, with a male driver. It was all a surprise, Hound was totally caught off guard.
It was like being a deer in the headlights. A second later as the two of them crash. Hound was still haunted of Wildrider’s cackling, cried of ‘Good job!’ and ‘One of us!’ through his audios. Even after Mirage appeared out of nowhere from behind and slugged the slagger out cold...it was still there, ringing.
~*~
The next day, everyone was talking all about yesterday events. Actually, more so about why Hound had dumped all his belongs, things he gather from all over Earth. All sorts of plants and flowers, all of his books on natures and animals, everything was left outside his quarters’ door. Not even Mirage knew why he had done it. Nor why Hound was avoiding going out, just doing jobs inside the Arc.
Mirage couldn’t understand why Hound would punish himself like this. It wasn’t like the human died, he would be ok. No matter how much he told Hound otherwise.
He continued to punish himself.
Title: Drive by
Author: Dreamer Way
Rated: PG
Disclaimer: I do not own these characters.
Warnings: None
Prompt: Hound / Wildrider / penance
Summary: All Hound wanted was a day off.
Really don't have a beta yet ^_^; Sorry for any mistake
~*~
There were days that Hound wished the Decepticons would back off.
It was his day-off, to do whatever he wanted. Mostly he would end up exploring the woods. Yes, he must have been through them many, many times before, but he loved it. It was always calm and peaceful. It was how he wanted the whole world to be like someday. He was heading that way when he got the call.
It seems that one of the Stunticons was causing mayhem again and he was lucky enough to be close enough to check it out. Being not to turn down the order, Hound turned himself around and headed towards the highway. In a matter of minutes he found himself in the middle of what could be considered a battle field.
Cars were piled up all over the road. People were crawling out of them, moaning and crying. Blood seemed to be a common sight as most of the humans were injured. Some...some looked like they weren’t going to make it through the rest of the day. Right there, Hound wanted to purge his fuel tank. It was disgusting. It was times like these that Hound hated the Decepticons. How could they always cause such pain, such sorrow to the likes of the humans, in fact to any species?
“Ha! It’s looks like the Autobots finally sent someone! Too bad it isn’t someone that could give me a challenge!”
“Wildrider...” mumbled Hound as he revved engine as the Stunticon laughed, “That is enough! I’m putting a stop to this!”
“Come and get me than!” cackled out Wildrider as he turned himself around and droved off, crashing into more cars along the road.
Not waiting for more people to get hurt, Hound put on the speed. Carefully dodging the people, he didn’t want to hurt any more than already had. How could one Stunticon cause all this damage in such a short amount of time? The cackling of Wildrider was enough to convince him other wise. He and the rest of the Stunticons were monsters on the road. It is the very spark of reason why Megatron had them created. Even thought his alt mode was much slower, he was able to keep up with the Decepticon along the road.
“I have my optics on Wildrider, but I am not sure for how long,” called in Hound towards the Arc.
>>Mirage and Bluestreak are heading off to block Wildrider off. Just keep trailing over him>> paged Prowl over the comm.
“Good,” said Hound as he trailed his way up a hill side road. It was much narrower, but Hound was thankful to Primus that there seem to be no more human drivers.
Wildrider was all over the place, swaying to the left and right lane of the road, laughing like a mad bot. It was becoming more annoying really. Hound found himself becoming more and more aggravated with each passing minute passing. Here it was his day off, off from all the fighting, the pain, the lost of life. For at least one day, he could live in peace before returning to the war filled world. But no...it was because of Decepticons like Wildrider, he was force to back into this too soon.
Having his thoughts distracting him from the real world, Hound failed to noticed Wildrider disappearing behind a curve. Pushing himself his speed, Hound rounded the corner, only to find himself facing a black Mercedes, with a male driver. It was all a surprise, Hound was totally caught off guard.
It was like being a deer in the headlights. A second later as the two of them crash. Hound was still haunted of Wildrider’s cackling, cried of ‘Good job!’ and ‘One of us!’ through his audios. Even after Mirage appeared out of nowhere from behind and slugged the slagger out cold...it was still there, ringing.
~*~
The next day, everyone was talking all about yesterday events. Actually, more so about why Hound had dumped all his belongs, things he gather from all over Earth. All sorts of plants and flowers, all of his books on natures and animals, everything was left outside his quarters’ door. Not even Mirage knew why he had done it. Nor why Hound was avoiding going out, just doing jobs inside the Arc.
Mirage couldn’t understand why Hound would punish himself like this. It wasn’t like the human died, he would be ok. No matter how much he told Hound otherwise.
He continued to punish himself.