Short story about my OC Nighthawk. He is one of Megatron's fearsome lieutenants
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Today was not a good day to be a guard, especially if you were posted at Nighthawk's cell.

You'd like to think that you were safe on the other side of that energy barrier, but you were not. If that thin barrier was the only thing between you and that hulking mech, you'd be terrified as well.

Nighthawk sat silently in his cell, listening to the conversations between the guards.

"Aw frag." One guard cursed sharply.

"What?" The other questioned.

"It's time to give the prisoner another dose."

The absolute fear in the mech's voice made Nighthawk's rotors quiver with anticipation. A large smirk formed behind the muzzle that had been placed on him. All of his patience was about to pay off.

An exchange between the guards and an unknown bot was soon made. Right on time. Nighthawk's hearing had become so sensitive that he could hear the clink of the glass syringe against the metal tray.

"Alright, Nighthawk. Be a good Decepticon and I might consider taking that muzzle off." The first guard said as the energy barrier dropped. He stepped into the cell with the tray, eyeing the monstrous mech nervously. The barrier had to be kept down so that he had a quick escape should Nighthawk become aggressive.

"You know," Nighthawk mused, ignoring the soreness of his jaw (caused by the muzzle). "I find it amusing that you Autobots say you fight for "the freedom of all sentient beings" or however Prime put it, yet you continue to treat us like animals." He seethed, baring his fangs. "In what delusional world of yours is that considered freedom?"

"Shut it. I'm not in the mood to listen to your ramblings today." The guard scoffed.

"You consider yourselves to be superior." Nighthawk continued, buying himself some time. Or more specifically, distracting the guard. "We were prisoners of a corrupted society, and prisoners can only take so much abuse until they finally snap. The Autobots and the Decepticons are merely factions. The only difference is the Decepticons actually decided to do something about it instead of sitting back while others suffer."

"I said shut it!" The guard snarled. He cracked Nighthawk across the helm with his nightstick, doing so several times until he felt satisfied.

Nighthawk spat energon from his mouth. He'd become used to its metallic taste from past events. After a moment, a wide grin spread across his face and he broke into crazed laughter.

The guard only stared with a disturbed expression, bloody nightstick in servo.

Still chuckling, Nighthawk slowly lifted his head. "Look at you. Look at what you've done. I didn't think you had it in you. Peacekeepers, pah!" He pushed himself to his pedes, now towering over the guard. With one jerk of his arms, he snapped the cuffs around his wrists. He then ripped off the muzzle and carelessly tossed it to the ground. "You are no peacekeepers. You're just pretenders. Pretenders who are trying to convince people that they are the ones being oppressed."

The guard was now frozen with fear, unable to tear his gaze away from Nighthawk's energon-stained visage.

"What's going on in there?!"

Nighthawk cracked a grin. "What do you think? Do you think your friend will be able to stop me before I kill you?" He toyed with the mech, flexing his claws as his rotors fanned out across his back. "I don't think so." His arm surged forward in a flash, his claws plunging into the mech's throat.

Energon immediately bubbled up through the mech's lips along with the garbled noises of a struggle.

Nighthawk hardly seemed bothered by the lifeblood that coated his forearm. He squeezed the guard's throat, ripping through vocal cords and vital circuits alike. After that, he tossed him aside. He would eventually choke on his own energon.

By that time, the other guard had rushed in, one servo transformed into a blaster.

"Oops, my bad." Nighthawk sneered, flashing his stained fangs. Before the guard could even shoot, he had snatched the mech's blaster arm and forced it backwards. He triggered the firing sequence, essentially making the mech blow his own head off. After tossing that guard to the floor next to his partner, Nighthawk simply strolled out of the cell.

Soon enough, the Autobots would discover a gruesome scene.