Drabble - TF07 - Cade/OC - PG13 - Just So Easy
TITLE: Just So Easy
AUTHOR: xdangerous_game
RATING: PG-13? (just violence)
PARING/CHARACTERS: Barricade/OC, Barricade/Frenzy (if you squint...really hard)
SUMMARY: It would just be so easy to kill her.
NOTES: I know, most people generally don't like OCs paired with Canons, but to be honest, 'she' could be anyone you want. The whole point was to get the plot bunny out of my head before it killed me. Wasn't going to post, but I thought that Cade fans might be amused.
Humans were feeble little creatures.
Their skeletons were made of bone, such an easy thing to crack, while the soft, squishy skin and muscles were hardly decent protection. After all, they needed clothing to regulate their body temperatures and sufficient nutrients to stay alive. And all the internal organs were so flimsy, the smallest puncture wounds and the human was in bad shape.
Intellectually, they were an inferior race, smarter than some life forms, but hardly as intelligent as his superior race. Their inventions were still primitive, no match at all for the vast instruments that existed on his home planet. It surprised him that they existed at all.
Barricade disliked these beings, but somehow found himself playing ‘Master’ to a youngling of the species.
She slept now, curled up in his backseat, slender appendages tucking into her body for warmth. Her breathing was even and deep, signaling an intense recharge and moment of utter peace. Pristine hair fell over his leather, tickling the sensitive equipment with each gentle motion of her head, while her warm breath gently washed over the seat. His partner, the sharp little ‘Con he had learned to appreciate, was in recharge along with her, resting atop the dark blanket and against the seductive curve of her hip.
The Decepticon mused then, feeling her delicate form shift around the seat, smooth skin slipping against him in a teasing manner and idly he turned up the heat.
It would be so easy to kill her, gratifying even. Watching as her bright eyes widened in horror, while his hand closed around her supple flesh. She was young, and innocent, hardly versed in the ways of the world in which she inhabited.
Perhaps that’s what made the idea much more tempting.
Barricade could predict her bones would crunch and grind. The weaker portions would go first; her delicate rows of ribs, and protruding collarbone, followed closely by her curvaceous pelvis. She would be dead by the time her ribs were crushed as the sharp, jagged pieces of bone punctured her heart, stopping the fragile organ mid-beat, allowing the blood to flow freely.
The machine could feel it: the warmth of her blood, dripping against his cold metal hand, running rivulets down sharp claws while the white bones stuck out at odd angles. The human’s life-giving liquid would splash to the ground, if not spatter all over his chest-plate.
And her scream, it would be music to his sound receptors. That melodious voice hitching up and crying out in sheer agony, perhaps even pleading with him to stop - Barricade, please, no! - in the few, vital seconds before his fist enveloped her quivering body.
Oh, it would be so easy, because she trusted him. She did his bidding, obeyed his every command; allowed him to do things that she probably would not have if he were of her species. And, much like Frenzy, she depended on him to live; had faith in his ability to support and sustain her life.
This gorgeous little creature just needed him; Barricade knew it.
She needed him.
AUTHOR: xdangerous_game
RATING: PG-13? (just violence)
PARING/CHARACTERS: Barricade/OC, Barricade/Frenzy (if you squint...really hard)
SUMMARY: It would just be so easy to kill her.
NOTES: I know, most people generally don't like OCs paired with Canons, but to be honest, 'she' could be anyone you want. The whole point was to get the plot bunny out of my head before it killed me. Wasn't going to post, but I thought that Cade fans might be amused.
Humans were feeble little creatures.
Their skeletons were made of bone, such an easy thing to crack, while the soft, squishy skin and muscles were hardly decent protection. After all, they needed clothing to regulate their body temperatures and sufficient nutrients to stay alive. And all the internal organs were so flimsy, the smallest puncture wounds and the human was in bad shape.
Intellectually, they were an inferior race, smarter than some life forms, but hardly as intelligent as his superior race. Their inventions were still primitive, no match at all for the vast instruments that existed on his home planet. It surprised him that they existed at all.
Barricade disliked these beings, but somehow found himself playing ‘Master’ to a youngling of the species.
She slept now, curled up in his backseat, slender appendages tucking into her body for warmth. Her breathing was even and deep, signaling an intense recharge and moment of utter peace. Pristine hair fell over his leather, tickling the sensitive equipment with each gentle motion of her head, while her warm breath gently washed over the seat. His partner, the sharp little ‘Con he had learned to appreciate, was in recharge along with her, resting atop the dark blanket and against the seductive curve of her hip.
The Decepticon mused then, feeling her delicate form shift around the seat, smooth skin slipping against him in a teasing manner and idly he turned up the heat.
It would be so easy to kill her, gratifying even. Watching as her bright eyes widened in horror, while his hand closed around her supple flesh. She was young, and innocent, hardly versed in the ways of the world in which she inhabited.
Perhaps that’s what made the idea much more tempting.
Barricade could predict her bones would crunch and grind. The weaker portions would go first; her delicate rows of ribs, and protruding collarbone, followed closely by her curvaceous pelvis. She would be dead by the time her ribs were crushed as the sharp, jagged pieces of bone punctured her heart, stopping the fragile organ mid-beat, allowing the blood to flow freely.
The machine could feel it: the warmth of her blood, dripping against his cold metal hand, running rivulets down sharp claws while the white bones stuck out at odd angles. The human’s life-giving liquid would splash to the ground, if not spatter all over his chest-plate.
And her scream, it would be music to his sound receptors. That melodious voice hitching up and crying out in sheer agony, perhaps even pleading with him to stop - Barricade, please, no! - in the few, vital seconds before his fist enveloped her quivering body.
Oh, it would be so easy, because she trusted him. She did his bidding, obeyed his every command; allowed him to do things that she probably would not have if he were of her species. And, much like Frenzy, she depended on him to live; had faith in his ability to support and sustain her life.
This gorgeous little creature just needed him; Barricade knew it.
She needed him.