[Sometime this evening, the phone is knocked off the hook. All that can be heard are desperate little mumblings, the same words repeated over and over again.]
[It sounds like "No".]
[Cutlery rattles at some point, and the water faucet turns on.]
Please no--! Please-!
[ACTION]
[Residents of 1249 Williams Road probably noticed Jolt's friend Sideswipe hiding in the house. He'd had one arm in a sling since a day or so ago, but now it's out, and he's in the kitchen, trying to claw at his injured shoulder with his good hand.]
[It's difficult, and as he mutters his constant stream of "no", he's whimpering a bit in pain. He seems to be trying to get to the
Autobot sigil on his shoulder.]
[Failing that, he goes to the sink, and starts violently splashing water on his face, scrubbing at his eyes in a panic.]
Please no--! Please-! I can't. I didn't want to--!
[Instead of blue eyes and his Autobot sigil, each time he looks in a mirror, all he sees are glowing red eyes,
and a spikier, more baleful sigil. All because he has yet to murder his assigned target... ]