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Transformers: Energon City

Chapter 7: The Shadow of the Valley of Death

Optimus shut off the police scanner. It had been an eventful night. According to the latest reports, two Decepticons, Skywarp and Barricade, were out of commission. Skywarp was dead, murdered in a seedy strip club downtown. Barricade was hospitalized in serious condition from a gunshot wound. His own observations had shown dissent within the D-con ranks. Soundwave, one of the biggest threats, had not been seen around Megatron’s headquarters in weeks. Several of the newer D-cons had also come up missing. Now was the time to act. If the Autobots could take them all down, in one solid attack, the turf war would be over, and they could regain control of the city. Prime reached for a fresh cigar, and spun to look out his office window. The Ark Hotel was nearly finished. Some interior work remained, but overall, it was complete. The hotel was his legacy, the only accomplishment that the Decepticons hadn’t stolen from him.

There was a knock at the door. Ironhide stepped in.

“You called me, sir?”

“We attack tonight. Full assault on the D-cons. Their forces are scattered, and Megatron is vulnerable. I want you and Hound to seek out Soundwave and Starscream, they seem to have left the gang, and may be of use to us.” Ironhide nodded. “Send Mirage and Ratchet to infiltrate Megatron’s compound. Try to avoid police interference; we cannot afford to give them an excuse to investigate us.”

“What about you sir?”

“Me? I’ll be here, of course. I am little use on the battlefield these days.” Optimus inhaled deeply, pulling the acrid cigar smoke into his mouth. Ironhide masked his annoyance. The Autobot leader had grown careful and lazy, two traits he could not respect.

Soundwave and Starscream sprinted down the alley, as Ravage deftly leapt off of a dumpster, onto a nearby rooftop. From behind them, more explosions erupted in the night air. Heat and smoke followed them into the street. Ravage broke off from the other two, heading west across roofs and fire escapes.

The three deserters had taken their safety for granted after Blackout’s departure. Within an hour, two Decepticons, Brawl and Destroyer, had arrived. They unceremoniously burst into the loft, hurling Molotov cocktails and small grenades. A combination of skill and luck had allowed Soundwave’s small resistance to escape through the bedroom windows as fire overtook the loft. The building burned behind them, and loud footfalls informed that they were still being followed. Soundwave spun on his heels, drawing his pistol. He aimed and fired, not stopping his sprint, and Brawl fell to the pavement.

Megatron was looking out on Energon City. A dozen stories below him, Blackout stalked silently out the front doors of the building. A small intercom built into Megatron’s desk crackled to life.

“Destroyer is on line one, sir.” The mechanical voice cut out. Megatron picked up the phone.

“Megatron! Sir! Brawl and I took out the apartment building, but the punks took off. Brawl chased them down an alley heading Southward. I saw the puny one heading west. I think I heard a gunshot, but I can’t be sure.” Destroyer sounded out of breath, or nervous, it was hard to tell.

“Very good Destroyer. Continue pursuit, and keep me informed.” Megatron hung up before Destroyer could continue. Everything was still under control. That was when the door opened.

Ironhide was bathed in the orange light of the burning building. Someone had beat them to it. Hound darted around the flaming complex, looking for sings of movement in the alleys surrounding the building. Ironhide didn’t much see the point; Decepticons rarely made a hit this large and missed, and frankly, he had no real desire to join up with the deserters anyway. He’d just as soon see them dead.

Ravage had doubled-back to the apartment. He wanted to be look for remaining D-cons that could compromise their escape. Ravage focused in on a brief movement in the alleyway behind the apartment. Ravage did not recognize the man prowling around the alley, but he had only been a D-con a short time, and didn’t know everyone in the gang. Ravage lined up his shot.

Ratchet stepped boldly into the penthouse office. The room was empty and deathly silent. Ratchet held a large, bulky, rifle in his hands. He swept the sights across the room, searching for any sign of motion. Eventually, he lowered his weapon.

“Mirage, it’s clear. Megatron isn’t here.” Ratchet exhaled a sigh of relief as his partner’s invisible form materialized. Mirage could only remain invisible for a few minutes at a time, and he was glad to save the energy. His back was to the desk, and the great window beyond it. Ratchet looked up at him, and noticed the tall-backed leather chair behind the desk.

“Oh fuck…” Ratchet’s gun was too heavy, and his reflexes too slow. In a second that stretched on for minutes in front of his eyes, the chair spun around, revealing the well-dressed Decepticon leader. His eyes burned with bloodlust, and his hands were full of two automatic pistols. Megatron’s lips spread in a sneer, as deafening thunder filled the office.

Mirage fell first, oblivious of his own death. His body faded in and out of sight as death throes overtook him. Ratchet blasted only a single round from his rifle. The bullet passed harmlessly over Megatron’s right shoulder, disintegrating the massive window behind him. Two bullets landed in Ratchet’s shoulder, another in his chest. Ratchet staggered backward, blood trickling from his mouth. His gun hit the carpet.

“Dammit,” Ratchet stammered, between hacking coughs. “I never would have thought that a coward like you would have fought back.”

“A coward? You must not know who I am.”

“I have studied your tactics for years, Megatron.”

“Then, my boy, you have been grossly misinformed.”

“You’re insane.”

“Insane? I should say not. Only those foolish enough to follow Optimus Prime’s corrupted ideas of Justice would consider a man of my vision to be insane. That man’s mind has rotted with greed, and weakened with guilt. You, Autobot, you kill to save lives, you fight wars, for peace. And you dare to call me insane. Such heroic nonsense.”

Megatron stood, pumping two more shots into the intruder. Ratchet fell as the last bullet tore open his throat.

“See anything Hound?” Ironhide called out. There was no reply. “Hound?” Ironhide stepped around a streetlight, trying to get a better view of the alleyway. His jaw fell open.

Hound was on his knees, barely lit by the flickering flames. His hands were behind his head. Obscured in dark shadows, a figure was standing over him. Only his right arm was visible in the soft light, and it held a large handgun pressed against Hound’s forehead. Ironhide broke into a sprint, hurling his body toward the scene. But no matter how hard he ran, it seemed like he was only getting farther away. Hound’s mouth formed a few words, and his eyes closed. The shadowy figure fired.

Ironhide, fueled by rage, dashed through the alleyway, following the dark figure. Ravage was only a few paces ahead of him now, and knew that catching up with the others was his only chance. He would not survive a straight fight with Ironhide. The enemies raced through bands of light and shadow, the occasional streetlamp breaking their dark flight. Suddenly, Ravage rounded a corner, and there they were. Starscream had fallen, having twisted his ankle on a discarded bottle. Soundwave was huddled over him, desperately trying to lift the teen to his feet. Destroyer lay dead beside them.

“Ravage?” Soundwave began. Ravage ran past them, ducking and rolling to the side as a blast from Ironhide’s shotgun ricocheted off the asphalt. Soundwave leapt to his feet, drawing his pistol. Ironhide entered the alley, his shotgun pointed directly at Ravage’s chest.

“Don’t fucking move, Autoshit!” Soundwave leveled his gun with Ironhide’s temple. Ironhide froze, weighing his options. He was outnumbered, and out-armed. Retreat would be impossible. He had to play along for now, and hope that help arrived. “What are you doing on D-con turf?” Soundwave demanded.

“Have you been out of Megatron’s rolodex that long, asswipe?” Ironhide smirked, this might be easier than he thought. He noticed a light fog beginning to rise around them. No, he thought, not fog, smoke. The smoke grew thicker, obscuring the combatant’s feet. “I think it’s about time for my exit, friends.” Ironhide dropped to the ground, as a loud hissing noise filled the air. The alley became entirely obscured by the thick smoke, only a few inches of breathing room remaining clear near the ground. Soundwave and Ravage fell heavily to the ground, unconscious. After a few moments, the smoke cleared and Ironhide stood up. He was joined in the alley by a stocky man wearing a filthy gray mechanic’s jumpsuit. He wore thick working boots, and had a large sack thrown over his shoulder. His face was covered by an ancient-looking military gas mask. The glass eyepiece covering everything from his nose up was painted with a crimson skull.

“Smokescreen,” coughed Ironhide. “I owe you my life, you ugly son of a bitch.” Smokescreen nodded silently, and gestured toward the three bodies on the ground. Starscream had been lying down during the gas attack, and had thus been unaffected. Ironhide bent over, placing one strong arm on the injured teen’s back. “You seem like a pretty good hostage, boy, cute mouth too.”

Optimus was worried. Mirage and Ratchet had failed to report in. Ironhide had located Soundwave, Ravage, and Starscream, but after running into mild resistance, had taken the boy hostage and left the other two Decepticons. His assault was falling apart. Ironhide refused to explain his actions, saying only that it would be more fun this way. Now, as he looked out his office window, he saw lights coming on at the unfinished Ark.

Several miles away, Blackout was walking through an alley, heading toward a burning building. Megatron had known that Brawl and Destroyer were too incompetent to finish the job, and had sent him to block the most probable path the fleeing deserters would take. However, they should have been here by now. Blackout was growing tired of waiting.

Starscream felt groggy. Smokescreen had held a damp rag against his face in the alley, and he had passed out. He felt cold, strong wind rushing through his hair, and across his naked body. Starscream opened his eyes, trying to figure out what was going on. He found himself staring down 43 stories to the muddy construction site below. His body was being supported by a series of straps and chains leading to a large steel hook dangling from a crane on top of the building. He swung gently back and forth in the breeze.

“Finally awake, eh?” Ironhide’s gruff voice came from behind him. “I was starting to think Smokescreen used too much chloroform.” Ironhide grabbed the boy’s ankles, spinning him around until Starscream faced him. They were on top of the Ark, though Starscream didn’t know that. Smokescreen stood at least a hundred feet away, guarding a steel door that presumably led to the main stairwell. Starscream noticed that he seemed to be watching for people coming up, more than anyone trying to go down. Ironhide was standing over him like a hunter over his game. He was also naked, his erect cock dripping with some form of lubricant.

“I read an interesting article this morning on the internet. I think you’ll find it interesting.” Ironhide spun Starscream back around. “Hundreds of years ago, lonely mountain farmers would fuck their llamas to get their jollies. Problem was, the llamas would always run away. So a few inventive farmers learned that if you walked the beast up to a cliff, and then fucked it, it would be too terrified of the cliff to fight back. In fact, they would even push back!” Ironhide pulled Starscream toward the roof, until his feet barely hit the concrete. “I got to thinking, I wonder if Decepticons would do the same thing?”

Ironhide pulled Starscream’s thighs apart, pausing to let the boy gain footing on the rooftop. Ironhide stepped forward and placed his cock at Starscream’s opening.

“Let’s see if they call you Starscream for a reason…” Starscream did not disappoint. His shrieks echoed off of the exposed concrete as Ironhide took him. His suspension made every movement painful. The leather straps bit into his wrists, and the chains cut his tender stomach. Starscream’s asshole stretched unwillingly, giving passage to Ironhide’s cock. Ironhide secured his footing, and began to thrust into the teenager. Every thrust pushed Starscream over the edge of the building, and he was forced to use his shaky balance to keep from tumbling to the mercy of his bonds again.

Starscream’s tears dripped from his chin, falling eternally down to the ground below. He was sobbing uncontrollably, choking out shrieks anytime Ironhide gave a particularly forceful shove. He turned his face to the wind.

“Soundwave!” He called between sobs, “Please! Please come to me!” Ironhide laughed.

“Call all you want slut! No one can hear you but Smokescreen, and the only interest he has in you is sloppy seconds!” Ironhide’s cock slid easily into the dangling boy’s ass. Against his will, Starscream pushed back toward him, trying desperately to avoid losing his footing. His ass held Ironhide with a vice grip, milking pre-cum from the man’s cock.

“Please stop! Why are you doing this?” Starscream pleaded.

“Why? Well why wouldn’t I? I’m not going to waste a perfectly good hostage.”

“I don’t want to die! Let me down!”

“I can untie you if you want,” Ironhide teased, “but I think it would be better for both of us if you just continue to take my cock.” With that, Ironhide began vigorously thrusting, shoving his cock deep into Starscream. Starscream’s mouth fell open, another piercing scream filling the night. Ironhide’s cock was rock hard inside him, and it rubbed pleasurably across Starscream’s most sensitive inner areas. Starscream was enjoying this, and hated himself for it. His cock had become erect, and drops of fluid were falling 43 stories down from his cock. Ironhide paid no mind. He was only concerned with his own pleasure. Ironhide stepped forward, laughing. He pushed Starscream effortlessly over the edge of the building, until he was dangling at the mercy of his restraints. As Starscream shrieked in fear, Ironhide grabbed his hips. He used the pendulum effect of the suspension to pull Starscream back and forth on his cock, the boy’s legs dangling by his own.

The combination of pain and pleasure caught up with Starscream, and he gave in to orgasm. He rained cum upon the construction yard, spasming even as the pain in his arms grew. Starscream’s asshole tensed rhythmically on Ironhide’s cock, and it wasn’t long before the Autobot was approaching his peak. Unexpectedly, he pulled his cock free and spun Starscream around. Just as Ironhide came into focus, the rapist shot his load into Starscream’s face. Ironhide stopped Starscream’s rotation by yanking his hair until he fell still. Ironhide’s cock rested on Starscream’s cheek, the last few jets of cum spraying across the boy’s nose and jaw.

Ironhide was too distracted to hear the stairwell door open. Knocked aside by the quickly swinging door, Smokescreen was unable to shout a warning. Ironhide was finally alerted by heavy footfalls approaching him. The battle-hardened warrior fell to the ground, rolling instinctively to the left. He narrowly avoided a haymaker punch from a sprinting Soundwave. The D-con was bleeding severely, and caked with mud and sweat.

“So Smokescreen failed to kill you then,” Ironhide spoke steadily, while getting back to his feet. He kept his eyes trained on the Decepticon.

“Must be hard to aim a gun with that mask on.”

“Must be.” Ironhide launched himself at Soundwave, aiming to throw his muscular shoulder into the intruder’s stomach. Soundwave sensed the attack, and braced himself against it. The clash left Soundwave stunned, but uninjured. Panicking, Starscream struggled to free himself, but only succeeded in losing his footing. The teenager swung precariously out over the construction site. Distracted by the boy’s screams, Soundwave let his guard down. Ironhide took advantage of it, landing a heavy blow on his adversary’s jaw. Soundwave stumbled backward, and found himself on the edge of the building. Ironhide laughed as the Decepticon struggled to steady himself.

“Beautiful view, isn’t it?” Soundwave did not reply. The Decepticon struggled to think. He was losing, badly, and unless circumstances changed, the Autobot would finish him. Suddenly, Soundwave saw movement from behind Ironhide. Ironhide noticed the slight change in the direction of Soundwave’s eyes, and turned to follow it. Soundwave made the most of the change, and leapt at Starscream’s attacker. Behind him, the boy swung in the air.

Soundwave’s move was a mistake. The movement was not a late-arriving Ravage, as he had hoped, but Smokescreen, slowly traversing the rooftop. The Autobot fired a poorly-aimed shot at Soundwave, which struck the concrete by his foot. Soundwave slipped, and fell. Ironhide, discovering Soundwave’s failed attack, ran to the downed Decepticon, planting a hard kick against his shoulder. Soundwave slid backward, his legs escaping the roof, to dangle in the air. Ironhide smiled, kicking him again, before he had a chance to recover. Soundwave lost his grip, and was pushed over the edge. He clung to the rough concrete with one hand. His right arm had been wounded from Smokescreen’s first attempt at killing him.

“It seems that once again, you aren’t quite able to measure up.” Ironhide stood over the Decepticon, his boots planted on either side of Soundwave’s hand. Starscream’s shrill cries echoed against the night as the boy pleaded for his lover’s life. “Don’t worry, kid,” Ironhide said, projecting his voice so Starscream could hear him. “You were excellent bait, so I will be kind enough to let you two spend eternity together.” It all clicked for Soundwave. Smokescreen had never intended to kill him. He was supposed to come here, supposed to die here, practically in Optimus Prime’s back yard.

“You bastard.” Soundwave spoke through gritted teeth. Ironhide ignored him. Smokescreen handed Ironhide’s shotgun over, which the Autobot accepted graciously. He cocked the weapon, raising it to aim at the defenseless teen.

“I WON’T LET YOU!” Soundwave bellowed, pistoning his injured arm into Ironhide’s shin, shattering the bone. The shotgun misfired, sending a shot into the rope that supported Starscream. As Ironhide shrieked in pain and defeat, the teenager fell, plummeting toward the earth below.

Soundwave did not think. He pushed away from the building, launching himself into the air, catching the rope trailing Starscream as he fell. Wind rushed past his face as the Decepticon pulled himself to Starscream. He wrapped his arms around the boy, and kissed him as they fell.

“I love you,” Starscream whispered.

“I love you too,” Soundwave whispered back, “More than you’ll ever know.”

To Be Continued…
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- 7
- 8
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