Nightfire's Dark Demented Mind

Cupid’s Revenge

nightfire99201@gmail.com — Sat, 09 Feb 2008 00:27:32 GMT

Title: Cupid’s Revenge

Fandom: G.I.Joe

Character: Zandar and Nightfire

Prompt: Writer’s Choice

Word Count: 754

Rating: PG 13

Summery: An interesting discovery lands Zandar in deadly danger with a Joe.

Disclaimer: I do not own Zandar, the Dreadnoks, Cobra or G.I.Joe; they are all owned by Hasbro. I do own Nightfire and Vito.

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Zandar quietly dashes into the ancient ruin temple of Venus with that new female Joe following him. It would be easier to hate this Joe more if she wasn’t so damn gorgeous. She has been a major nuisance to him and everyone else in Cobra since her first appearance and she had a really bad knack of showing up when she wasn’t even wanted. No matter what Cobra or the Dreadnoks where involve in.

‘Damn that bitch,’ thought Zandar bitterly as he ran though the maze of halls that led deeper into the temple, ‘how in the fucking hell did she know I was here?’

Unknown to Zandar, hiding in the shadows, was a former servant of the goddess Venus herself. His name is Vito and he is a fallen cherub. His blood stained white wings folded tightly behind his back lightly shivered as he saw Zandar running closer to the temple’s hidden treasure. Fallowing not far behind Zandar was Nightfire, and that’s when Vito really got excited.

‘Well, isn’t this a sight. I wasn’t expecting to see her here.’ Thought Vito as he followed both the Dreadnok and the Joe through the passage ways, hidden from view of the two humans; ‘There is only one way to deal with these intruders and it will be fun.’

“Come back here Zandar!” yelled Nightfire as she ran towards the Dreadnok who just ran into the temple’s inner core.

After he entered the inner sanctum of the temple, Zandar eyes caught the exquisite glint of a quiver of arrows that, what seemed, where made of silver and gold. Slowly walking towards the strange quiver, Zandar seem to notice that one of the arrows was giving off a faint red glow. But the one thing that Zandar couldn’t understand was that the glowing red arrow seemed to call to him.

“Touch me Zandar and I will give you your darkest desire. Take of your glove and touch the golden arrowhead. You know you want to Zandar.” Said the glowing red arrow inside the mind of the Dreadnok.

Zandar somehow couldn’t resist in taking off his gloves and picking up the arrow. Hiding behind a statue, Vito watched Zandar as he saw the young Dreadnok looking at the arrow with awe and wonder. All was going according to plan. All he had to do was to make sure that Zandar cut or pricked himself with the arrowhead and things would end in something deliciously evil.

As she finally ran into the main room, Nightfire saw Zandar holding the odd glowing arrow in his ungloved hands. “Don’t touch those!” she yelled to the redheaded Dreadnok, but he didn’t listen. Instead he accidentally sliced his left palm with the sharp edge of the arrowhead.

“Ah!” he winced as he dropped the arrow and grabbed his hand that was bleeding. Looking towards the direction of Nightfire, he started snapping at her, “You stupid bitch! If you didn’t yell at me I wouldn’t have cut myself with the…” And that’s when the arrows spell hit.

“Let me see your hand.” She ordered. Looking at Zandar’s palm, she saw the essence of magical energies coming from the wound as the wound stopped bleeding and started to heal itself. Letting go of Zandar’s hand, Nightfire picked up the arrow that was lying on the floor of the temple.

Examining it closely, she sensed that the magic emanating from it was dark and corrupted. Then looking up to the quiver, she saw the same types of arrows, all of them glowing with one of three different colors; red, green and black. It didn’t take long for her to add everything up when it came to the arrows. The temple of Venus, the quiver of glowing gold and silver arrows and the color of the glow of those arrows; ‘the green means jealousy, the black means hate, and the red must mean lust.’ She thought, and then she looked at the arrow in her hand and saw the red glow. “Ah, crap!”

Turning her head towards Zandar, Nightfire saw that he was ogling her in the most uncomfortable way. Dropping the arrow as she stood up, she slowly backed away from the horny Dreadnok who was enchanted by the dark glamour of the arrow. Finding the entrance to the room, she bolted from the room like a bat out of hell. With Zandar chasing her down the temple’s passageways and corridors towards the outside.

As Zandar was chancing Nightfire, all Vito could do was laugh evilly.

That Ol' Black Magick - Ch:4 And All It Took Was a Kiss

nightfire99201@gmail.com — Fri, 08 Feb 2008 00:52:54 GMT

Title: That Ol’ Black Magick

Sub-Title: Ch.4: And All It Took Was a Kiss

Fandom: Transformers G1

Character: Starscream and Nightfire

Prompt: Instinct.

Word Count: 437

Rating: PG13

Summery: What happens when a lonely Decepticon femme casts a black magick love spell to lure a Seeker to her?

Author’s Notes: The word magick is not misspelled; it’s the way most true practitioners of paganism spell the word to distinguish it from stage magic which is spelled with out the K at the end.

Disclaimer: I do not own Starscream, Skywarp, Dirge, Sunstorm, Thundercracker, Thrust, Ramjet, Megatron, or the Decepticons; they are all owned by Hasbro. I do own Nightfire.

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Now where in the nine hells did it go!” she screamed in frustration as she kept searching though the piles upon piles of books

That’s when somebody asked her, “Are you looking for this?”

Looking up towards the voice, Nightfire saw the Seeker commander sitting cross legged on her recharge bed and waving the spell book in question.

“You!” scowled Nightfire.

“Me.” Starscream calmly mocked.

Stomping up to him in an inpatient huff; Nightfire held her right hand out in a proprietary gesture and yanked the book out of Starscream’s hand and stamped across to the other side of her room next to her weapons rack. As she flitted through the pages of the book she kept looking back at Starscream off and on to make sure he didn’t do anything that would cause her grab a loaded pistol from the rack and fire at him.

After what she experienced today with the other Seekers, she wouldn’t pass Starscream to make advances towards her any moment. So far she was quite impressed by him for mot trying anything…yet. Emphasizing on the word ‘yet.’ All he did was sit and looked at her.

“Ha!” Nightfire said face flushed with happiness. As she looked through the spell she didn’t see anything amiss. At first. Then a word popped out at her. ‘Did I pronounce that word right? Maybe I should ask Starscream; he should know.’ But before she could ask him anything, he was already in front of her.

“Is there anything you need help with?” he asked calmly.

Jerking in statement, Nightfire then scolded, “Don’t do that! Anyway since you are here, is this word pronounced with a short E or a long E?”

Looking at the word she was pointing to, he then corrected her, “The E is silent.”

Now a feeling of stupidity came over her like a wave; Nightfire kept looking at the spell to find a way to reverse it, let alone figure out when the spell will end. Starscream was next to her now and was at least a least a paragraph ahead of her when it came to finding out a cure; that’s when he kissed her. As they kissed, they and the book started to glow red. Lightning flashed outside of Decepticon headquarters and the entire base’s power went out.

Braking out of the kiss, Nightfire asked, “What in the universe did you do that for?”

“Keep reading.” He told her as he saw her start reading the rest of the information about the spell. Seeing Nightfire’s optics widen, he smiled and said, “And all it took was a kiss.”

THE END

That Ol' Black Magick - Ch.3: Unwillingly Saved By the Midnight Cowboy

nightfire99201@gmail.com — Fri, 08 Feb 2008 00:49:57 GMT

Title: That Ol’ Black Magick

Sub-Title: Ch.3: Unwillingly Saved By the Midnight Cowboy

Fandom: Transformers G1

Character: Dirge, Sunstorm, Skywarp and Nightfire

Prompt: Black

Word Count: 439

Rating: PG13

Summery: What happens when a lonely Decepticon femme casts a black magick love spell to lure a Seeker to her?

Author’s Notes: The word magick is not misspelled; it’s the way most true practitioners of paganism spell the word to distinguish it from stage magic which is spelled with out the K at the end.

Disclaimer: I do not own Skywarp, Dirge, Sunstorm, Thundercracker, Thrust, Ramjet, Megatron, or the Decepticons; they are all owned by Hasbro. I do own Nightfire.

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Standing between two Seekers with no means of escape; Nightfire tightly closed her optics.

Feeling someone grab her and quickly let her go, Nightfire opened her optics to see that she was in another room. That’s when her rescuer spoke up.

“Don’t worry, Nightfire. You’re safe now.”

Turning around, she saw her rescuer. It was Skywarp.

Not to sure what to do next, Nightfire smiled warily at the black, purple and what Seeker, with her finger twittering nervously in her hands as she whispered, “Thank you.”

He looked at her warmly and with a polite, Skywarp asked her, “What where Dirge and Sunstorm planning on doing with you in there?”

“They wanted to use me as a sexual sacrifice.” She quietly mumbled to him, as he was still a bit on the wary side on what Skywarp was going to do next.

“Oh, I see.” Replied Skywarp as he walked up to the energon dispenser and grabbed a couple of cubes.

Walking to her, Skywarp handed her a cube and leaned against his recharge bed. “It looks like I got there just in time to save you then.”

Taking a sip of her cube, she and said, “I feel like I ought’ a reward you for saving me.”

Walking back up to her and taking her cube and placing it on a near by table, Skywarp then lecherously replied as he walked with protease grace toward her. “Oh, I might have an idea on how you might be able to reward me. If you know what I mean.”

There was only one thing she could think of and that was run. As she dashed to the door, she quickly opened it and ran across the hall to her quarters, with Skywarp trailing not to far behind. Opening her door and shutting it; Nightfire programmed the door to her room to lock and instated the room force field so that Skywarp couldn’t teleport in.

Leaning next to the door, Nightfire sighed as she sunk down to the floor with a bump. She was save. There was no way on Chaar’s rusty service that any Seeker could get in there. Then crawling on her hands and knees and scuttled to the large pile of data pads and books that held all the things on magick she was studying. As Nightfire rummaged through the piles, she noticed that the book with the love spell she cast was missing.

“Now where in the nine hells did it go!” she screamed in frustration as she kept searching though the piles upon piles of books

That’s when somebody asked her, “Are you looking for this?”

TO BE CONTINUED

That Ol' Black Magick - Ch.2: Me a Sexual Sacrifice? I Don't Think So!

nightfire99201@gmail.com — Fri, 08 Feb 2008 00:45:32 GMT

Title: That Ol’ Black Magick

Sub-Title: Ch.2: Me a Sexual Sacrifice? I Don’t Think So!

Fandom: Transformers G1

Character: Ramjet, Dirge, Sunstorm and Nightfire

Prompt: Ritual

Word Count: 337

Rating: PG13

Summery: What happens when a lonely Decepticon femme casts a black magick love spell to lure a Seeker to her?

Author’s Notes: The word magick is not misspelled; it’s the way most true practitioners of paganism spell the word to distinguish it from stage magic which is spelled with out the K at the end.

Disclaimer: I do not own Thundercracker, Thrust, Ramjet, Dirge, Sunstorm, Megatron, or the Decepticons; they are all owned by Hasbro. I do own Nightfire.

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“Ramjet! What the hell are you doing here???” Nightfire said dreadfully.

Giving her a dirty smile with a facial exception to mach, Ramjet playfully cooed, “Punish me. Because I’ve been a very naughty boy!”

“Oh, poopy on a pocky, not you too!” she flustered.

Letting go of what he was using to pretend to restrain him, Ramjet move closer to the already skittish midnight black colored femme. “Please hurt me, Nightfire. Whip me, beat me, ravage me, and take me to your room so I can fuck you till my CPU falls out.”

“Sorry, not today pal!” she jittered as she bolted out of the room quicker than a flash flood till she reached a darkened storage room.

‘They shouldn’t find me here for at least a short while. Maybe I mispronounced the incantation. That has to be it. There can’t be any other explanation.’ She thought then a very faint glow was seen in behind a tower of boxes and crates. “What the hell?”

Nightfire quietly creped to see what the weird glow was; she was surprised to see Sunstorm meditating. As he meditated he kept chanting to himself again and again, “Come to me Nightfire and love me. Come to me Nightfire and love me. Come to me Nightfire and love me.”

Backing off quietly and quickly as she could, Nightfire was about to give out a big sigh of relief for the fact Sunstorm didn’t spot her, when she hit some thing with a loud clang.

“Gotcha!” said Dirge who grabbed her and started to carry her back towards Sunstorm. “Hay, Sunny, I got that sacrifice we have been needing.”

“Sacrifice??? What type of sacrifice???” she asks with optics wide with alarm.

Looking up from his meditation, Sunstorm said seductively, “Why you will be a sexual sacrifice my dear Nightfire.”

“Yah, I’m looking real forward to screwing you, sweetspark.” Said Dirge as he smiled suggestively as he let her down.

Standing between two Seekers with no means of escape; Nightfire tightly closed her optics.

TO BE CONTINUED

That Ol' Black Magick - Ch.1: Let the Chase Begin

nightfire99201@gmail.com — Fri, 08 Feb 2008 00:41:35 GMT

Title: That Ol’ Black Magick

Sub-Title: Ch.1: Let the Chase Begin

Fandom: Transformers G1

Character: Thundercracker, Thrust, Ramjet, and Nightfire

Prompt: Orgy

Word Count: 325

Rating: PG13

Summery: What happens when a lonely Decepticon femme casts a black magick love spell to lure a Seeker to her?

Author’s Notes: The word magick is not misspelled; it’s the way most true practitioners of paganism spell the word to distinguish it from stage magic which is spelled with out the K at the end.

Disclaimer: I do not own Thundercracker, Thrust, Ramjet, Megatron, or the Decepticons; they are all owned by Hasbro. I do own Nightfire.

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‘Why in the pit did I cast that damn thing???’ she thought to herself as she ran to hide behind a large console. ‘I used all the right spell components; I cast it at the right place and time; I spoke the words exactly; and according to the spell they shouldn’t be acting this way. So what in the name of Megatron did I do wrong???’

Then hearing a familiar voice coming from the other side of the console, “Come on sweets, you can’t hide from me forever you know?”

“Thundercracker!” Nightfire squeaked as she started to back away from the blue Seeker walking towards her with a look of lust in his optics.

“You got that right Nighty babe, now why don’t you stay here and give ol’ TC some lovin’?” Thundercracker wooed as he strutted closer to her.

“Get a way from me!” Nightfire shrieked as she bolted to the entry way like a frightened bunny escaping a hungry fox. As she ran out of the room and dashed around the dark passageways of Decepticon headquarters to get away from Thundercracker; she literally slams into Thrust.

As she falls on the floor Nightfire looks up to se Thrust give her a sly wink, “Well, it looks like you have fallen for me.” He flirted, “You have two choices, we can do it in my quarters or since you’re on the floor already, we can do it here.”

Recoiling in horror for the very fact of Thrust suggesting making love right here in the hallway; Nightfire quickly jumped to her feet and skittered away from the horny maroon colored conehead. As she ran, she wounded up find herself in the integration room to see Ramjet pretending to be chained up.

“Ramjet! What the hell are you doing here???” Nightfire said dreadfully.

Giving her a dirty smile with a facial exception to mach, Ramjet playfully cooed, “Punish me. Because I’ve been a very naughty boy!”

TO BE CONTINUED

You're the Last Person I Would Expect

nightfire99201@gmail.com — Fri, 08 Feb 2008 00:37:53 GMT

Title: You’re the Last Person I Would Expect

Fandom: Transformers G1

Character: Thundercracker, Skywarp, Wheeljack, Jazz and Cindy

Prompt: Intoxicated

Word Count: 923

Rating: R

Warnings: A very drunken and extremely lecherous robot trying to seduce a very confused human female. XD

Author’s Notes: So the girl has my name and is a mutant, so flippin’ what. :b

Disclaimer: I do not own Thundercracker, Skywarp, Wheeljack, Jazz, Starscream, Soundwave, Shockwave, Hook, Megatron, the Decepticons, or the Autobots; they are all owned by Hasbro. I do own Cindy.

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He landed outside Autobot headquarters with a wobble. His balance wasn’t good and only getting worse. But he didn’t care. He wanted to see her. Talk to her, and maybe even… anyway all he knew was that the thought of her was bouncing back and forth in the back of his mind for weeks. Whether on the battle field or a random encounter, every time he saw her he got aroused. He knew it was wrong to have these feelings for a human; but right now, he really didn’t give a fuck.

As he walked closer to Autobot City, the smile on his face broadened. He remembered that he was left on Earth to watch a large shipment of high grade with the other Seekers. Seeing this as his opportunity to see her, he decided to get his courage up via a few cubes of high grade. Maybe if he was lucky, she would be his size if she did decide to use her string/membrane powers or what ever they where called. Only Starscream, Shockwave, Hook, or Soundwave could understand her mutant powers and what they could do, but right now he was getting to buzzed to care.

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‘Stupid, stupid, stupid. How in the frackin’ universe did you pull this off? And frackin’ why? When Starscream finds out he’s going to fucking slag you! Idiot! And I don’t even want to know what Megatron will try to do to you and me when he finds out. Stupid, stupid, stupid!’

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Inside Autobot City, Jazz walks into Wheeljack’s lab to see Cindy and Wheeljack working on something.

“Um, Cindy?” said Jazz to the human who was helping Wheeljack with a new nightmare of Wheeljack’s.

“What’s up Jazz?” she asked.

The Jazz continued, “You got company waitin’ for ya outside.”

Looking at Wheeljack, then back at Jazz. “Who in the hell would want to see me at this god awful hour?”

Jazz just sighed, “You wouldn’t believe me if I told ya. Hell I don’t believe it ether and I saw him.”

Following Jazz outside, Cindy and Wheeljack stopped with eyes and optics as wide as kitchen tables.

Wheeljack was starting to fume, “What the fuck are you doing here?”

“It can’t be!” said Cindy in shock.

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‘Thank Primus I found you!’ thought Skywarp, ‘And why are you so fucking drunk, Thundercracker?’

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Taking a huge swig of his high grade, Thundercracker as he slowly walked the Transformer sized human as a predator stalking its prey. “Did it hurt?” he asked her in a seductive, but somewhat slurred, voice.

Raising an eyebrow, Cindy asked, “Did what hurt?”

“When you fell down from heaven? Because my sources say that heaven is missing an angel.”

‘Smooth, real smooth Thundercracker.’ thought Jazz with a snicker.

A low almost inaudible growl came from Wheeljack’s vocalizer.

Skywarp face was twitching in a mixture of confusion and shock, ‘He didn’t just say that!’ *Twitch* *Twitch*.

‘Just what I needed right now,’ thought Cindy with a groan, ‘bad bar scene flashbacks coming from a Seeker of all people.’

“Can I tell you something babe.” Said Thundercracker as he lightly petted her left cheek with the back of his left hand.

“And what might that be Thundercracker?” she asked warily to the drunken Seeker.

Cupping her chin in his hand, Thundercracker looked at the confused woman who was at his very mercy. He was too damn drunk to have any self doubts or doubts of any kind for that matter. As Thundercracker’s race at the possibilities, his thumb lightly traced her lips and he started to smile arrogantly. A smile Jazz and, unfortunately for Thundercracker, Wheeljack recognized as the arrogance that was reminiscent of Starscream.

Skywarp, Jazz and Wheeljack could all tell where Thundercracker was heading; and if all three of them shared the same thought between them, they all thought in unison,

‘You better not be thinking of going where I think you’re going Thundercracker.’

But the true unfortunate one was Cindy. She wasn’t prepared for Thundercracker to grab the back of her head with one hand and his other hand grabbed her ass as he passionately kissed her; separating her mouth with his glossa to give her a deep French kiss. Her eyes widened as she tried to push him off her.

“Get off of her you fucking basterd!” screamed Wheeljack as he ran up to Thundercracker and Cindy and throwing his whole weight into pushing Thundercracker in order to break the Cindy from the unwanted embrace of the Decepticon. Separating them, Wheeljack stood up in front Cindy so he could prevent the Seeker from touching her again. “Come on Thundercracker, give me a reason to kill you!”

Thundercracker was beyond livid. How dare this old timer come between him and his prize. Getting up, Thundercracker walk up to Wheeljack till he and the Autobot where barley touching each other. “You want to throw down old man? Then go for it! Show me what ya got!” said Thundercracker as he shoved Wheeljack back.

Helping Cindy up, Jazz then yelled to Wheeljack, “What in the hell are you thinkin’ man? This is insane!”

Running up behind Thundercracker was Skywarp, “TC what the fuck? For get about the chick and let’s get out here!”

Realizing that if he stayed, he would have more than just Wheeljack to contend with, it would be him and Skywarp against thirty or so Autobots. Turning around he and Skywarp transformed and flew off. As he left his fantasy girl behind, Thundercracker thought to himself, ‘She is mine Wheeljack!’

The Nature of the Beast

nightfire99201@gmail.com — Fri, 08 Feb 2008 00:33:57 GMT

Title: The Nature of the Beast

Fandom: Transformers G1

Character: Skywarp

Prompt: Feral

Word Count: 192

Rating: PG13

Summery: Quintessons should realize it is very unwise to keep a Decepticon as a Ginny pig.

Disclaimer: I do not own Skywarp, the Decepticons, or the Quintessons; they are all owned by Hasbro.

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“What is the condition of the specimen?” asked the first Quintesson scientist to the second one.

“Alive; barely.” Said the second Quintesson scientist, “His spark is broken, but it is alive never the less.”

Walking to Skywarp’s cage, the first Quintesson scientist looked at Skywarp. Skywarp just looked at the Quintesson with a look of ice cold flame and started to give the Quintesson a deep angry growl.

“When was this Decepticon fed last?” asked the first Quintesson as he poked a tentacle at a starving Skywarp, who took the opportunity to grab the tactical and rip it off the first Quintesson and started to drink the energon from it. “Ah! My tentacle! That blasted beast tore off my tentacle!”

The second Quintesson scientist then said, “The specimen hasn’t eaten in over three weeks. You should be more careful.”

“He is nothing more than a feral animal.” Said the first Quintesson scientist as he and the second Quintesson scientist left to make repairs on the first one’s missing tentacle.

See the two Quintessons leave, Skywarp whispered to himself, “Animal am I? You fucking Quints have no idea what a feral animal is!”

Darker Secrets and Even Darker Truths

nightfire99201@gmail.com — Fri, 08 Feb 2008 00:29:59 GMT

Title: Darker Secrets and Even Darker Truths

Fandom: Transformers G1

Character: Starscream, Cindy, Nathan

Prompt: Taboo

Word Count: 345

Rating: PG 13

Author’s Notes: So the girl has my name, so flippin’ what. :b

Disclaimer: I do not own Starscream, Megatron, the Decepticons, the Quintessons, or the Autobots; they are all owned by Hasbro. I do own Cindy and Nathan.

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She was in cell for a few hours, with her baby as her only companion. Hearing the clanging of footsteps coming towards her cell, she snapped, “Look, I don’t care what you do to me, but please don’t hurt my son. That’s all I ask.”

“I’ll swear on my spark that no harm will come to you or your child.” Said a very familiar and calming voice.

Looking up, she saw the last person that she expected to visit her. “What beings you here Starscream? I don’t think Megatron would allow you a conical visitation with me.”

“Cindy, I’m so sorry. I wasn’t expecting…”

“Expecting, what? Your leader and fellow Decepticons to kidnap Nathan and me?” she quietly snipped at the Decepticon air commander, “Its all part and parcel of being a Decepticon, Starscream. Kidnapping humans and asking the Autobots to pay a ransom of one form or another. Sorry. I didn’t mean…”

“Don’t worry about it.” Said Starscream as he bent down to get a better look at the baby Cindy was holding. “So, um, how is he? He hasn’t had anything bad happen to him? I mean, is he healthy?”

“Yah, he’s healthy. And stubborn,” Cindy said with a quiet sigh, “just like his father.”

Starscream smiled. He was happy for them, but then remembering the circumstances of Nathan’s creation and that’s when he started to frown. “Are you sure that Nathan is…”

“Yes. I don’t know whether to thank the Quintessons or kill them all; but all I know is that I have Nathan to show for it.” She said softly as she cradled the baby in her arms. “Why are you asking? Is something bugging you?”

“Well…” Starscream sighed, “The Quintessons turned me human only for a short time and well I thought.”

“It takes one time Starscream.”

“Yah.”

Then Cindy asked him, “Do the Decepticons know anything?”

“No. Do the Autobots?”

Cindy quietly said, “No.”

“Alright then. See you later Cindy.”

“Bye, Starscream.”

Before living the detention cells Starscream asked, “And Cindy.”

“Yes Starscream?”

“Take good care of our son.”

Child of the Midnight Morning

nightfire99201@gmail.com — Fri, 08 Feb 2008 00:25:41 GMT

Title: Child of the Midnight Morning

Fandom: G.I.Joe

Character: Zartan

Prompt: Midnight

Word Count: 493

Rating: G

Disclaimer: I do not own G.I.Joe, Zartan, Zandar, Zarana, the Dreadnoks or Cobra; they are all owned by Hasbro. I do own Jek and Nightfire.

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Fireflies fluttered and buzzed around him and the shack. He was by himself tonight. Zandar and Zarana where hosting a conference a new pyramid scheme at a Las Vegas hotel; while the Dreadnoks where at the local bar. Zartan liked nights like these. Where he could wine down and relax; without any interruptions. Or so he thought.

Something was off. It wasn’t his normal paranoia that sometimes that got to him. He swore that he was being watched. Taking his gun out of his holster and pointing it towards the end of the shack’s dock. Then yelling out to the unknown whatever, “Come out who ever you are or I’ll shoot!”

“I would watch how you handle a weapon like that if I was you Zartan.” Said an unfamiliar figure that walked out from a back of a cypress to face Zartan.

The figure was about his height. His hair came down to his mid back and was a violet-maroon color. While his eyes where an electric turquoise in color. But the most striking feature was this guy’s ears; they where long and sharply pointed. Like an elf.

Then Zartan thought, ‘Nah, this guy can’t be…’

“An elf?” replied the guy.

Zartan’s eyes widened. But before Zartan could register another thought, the guy then said, “A mind reader? Yes; that is but one of my many talents. And no, I am not an elf; but still a fey never the less.”

“Why are you here?” Zartan demanded as he lowered his gun, “and what do you want with me?”

“I am a Shee and my name is Jek.” Said the guy then he continued, “And the message I have for you is but a simple one.”

“Which is?” said Zartan more coldly than the last time.

Then with a snarky tone Jek said, “My, my. Aren’t we touchy?”

Then Zartan snapped, “Get to the point!”

“As I was saying, you and your brother have been chosen by the Unseelie Court to protect the Child of the Midnight Morning from the Demon of the Negative Light.”

Zartan was now confused. Then snapping again at Jek, “Who is this Demon of the Negative Light and who and why do I have to protect this Child of the Midnight Morning?”

Then Jek calmly replied, “The Demon of the Negative Light is a mortal man chosen by the dark lords of the lower realms to be the father of a dark god. And the Child of the Midnight Morning is the one chosen to birth is dark god. In other words, this man is to impregnate the woman who is the avatar of He Who Reaps.”

“Does this female have a name?” asked Zartan who was dreading on what he was going to hear next.

Then Jek said one last thing before slipping back into the darkness of the trees, “She is the G.I.Joe known as Nightfire.”

And that is when reality hit Zartan like a truck.

After Midnight

nightfire99201@gmail.com — Fri, 08 Feb 2008 00:21:59 GMT

Title: After Midnight

Fandom: G.I.Joe and Transformers G1

Characters: Zandar and Dirge

Prompt: Darkness

Word Count: 208

Rating: G

Summery: A short, very quiet encounter between Zandar and Dirge.

Notes: This is a two part drabble. The first part is in Zandar’s POV and the second in Dirge’s POV. This fic is written in the cubist style; similar to the cubism style of Gertrude Stine. So I am expecting a few flames on the way I wrote this drabble.

Disclaimer: I don’t own Transformers, Decepticons, Dirge, G.I.Joe, Cobra, the Dreadnoks, or Zandar. They are all owned by Hasbro.

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It was a clear night.

New moon.

I sit.

I sit on a tree branch.

I stare.

I stare looking out into the void.

I see a figure land.

It was huge.

Eyes glowing red.

Red as a demon in a nightmare.

My nightmare.

It looked around.

Right then left.

Then at me.

Its look feels me with fear.

But I sat there.

Quiet.

I made no sound.

But I swear it knew.

It knew where I was.

Its eyes flared.

Then the ground shook.

As it walked the ground shook.

It was walking.

Walking towards me.

Then it stopped.

And looked at me.

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The night air was cold.

Cold and crisp.

With the stars out to light my way.

I see a clearing.

A clearing surrounded by forest.

I transform.

I land.

I land in the clearing.

Then I start to look.

I look left then right.

Then strait ahead.

I feel as if someone was watching me.

In the trees.

Staring.

The creature is sentient.

Must be human.

But why?

Why was it here?

What does it want?

So I walk.

I walk towards it.

I make the trees shake.

Shake as I walk.

Then I stop.

I stop and stare.

The creature is indeed human.

Little Warpy Foo Foo

nightfire99201@gmail.com — Sun, 03 Feb 2008 08:21:03 GMT

Title: Little Warpy Foo Foo

Fandom: Transformers

Character: Skywarp,

Word Count: 261

Rating: PG

Summery: Skywarp as Little Bunny Foo Foo???

Disclaimer: I do not own Skywarp, Hot Rod, Wheelie, Rumble, the Autobots or the Decepticons, they are all owned by Hasbro. This is a crack drabble inspired by Roman Dirge’s Lenore the Cute Little Dead Girl ‘The Little Bunny Foo Foo’ skit which I don’t own ether.

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Little Warpy Foo Foo, flying through the skies;

picking up little Wheelie and bopping him on the head.

(You see Skywarp flying down, transform and grab Wheelie and hitting Wheelie in the head with his fist.)

Out came Bumblebee and he said, Little Warpy Foo Foo, I don’t what to see you

picking up little Wheelie and bopping him on the head.

(We see Hot Rod run up to Skywarp and start yelling at him.)

“Knock that crap off!” scolded Hot Rod.

Looking at Hot Rod, Skywarp then asked, “No bopping Wheelie?”

“No!” yelled Hot Rod.

Blinking at Hot Rod a couple of times then looking at the now dead Wheelie, Skywarp turned his head down and away from both Autobots and tossed Wheelie to the ground; then Skywarp replied, “Okay, I’m sorry.”

Time goes on. Then…

Little Warpy Foo Foo, flying through the skies;

picking up little… Rumble…

(You see Skywarp flying down, transform and grab Rumble and was about to start hitting Rumble in the head with his fist, when Hot Rod appeared again.)

“No.” Hot Rod scolds.

Looking down at Hot Rod and says, “He’s not an Autobot.”

“Skywarp, you can’t bop any human sized Transformer!” yelled Hot Rod.

“No more human sized Transformers?” asked Skywarp.

Hot Rod then replying back, “No human sized Transformers!”

Skywarp then starts to smile evilly, then he beats the crap out of Hot Rod and then Hot Rod passes out. Looking around to make sure no one saw him and then he teleports away.

The moral of this story…

Be more specific.

THE END