《(Old) The Time of Night is Midnight》Chapter 18
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A rush of wind brushes passes my tail at Sideswipe's failed attempt to hit me with his blade. Ducking out of the way and flying a quick circle around him to tease him, I tilt my wings down, closer to the ground. I do another circle around Sunstreaker this time to tease him to, why not piss them both off.
Pumping my wings and pulling them in to dodge Sideswipe's leg, I barely glance Sunstreaker's twin blade. My body swivels to head straight between Sunstreaker's legs and attaches myself to his back strut. He attempts to hit me with his blade and misses as I crawl higher onto his neck.
With my position on his neck, there wasn't much to do without doing serious damage to him. Pushing off of him and taking off back into the air, I dive down to the ground as Sunstreaker swings once more. My wings pump down harder to take me higher in the air and to catch my breath for a moment. We had been sparring hard for about ten to twenty minutes, they are attempting to get me out of the air while I play defense against them.
We were bored from the day being calm with nothing to do and decided we should spar against each other. It wasn't entirely fair with it being two vs. one and the huge size differences.
Yelping as a blade came pointed straight at me, I dive back down to the ground and nearly gets hit by said blade. My eyes snap to the yellow bot who threw it in my direction and sent a quick glare in both their directions.
The spar was becoming more serious and a growl was released from my throat. Heading towards them and letting my body shapeshift into a Mudwing, my clothes are of course ripped and fallen off with the wind. My dragon body slams right into Sunstreaker and we both tumble a couple of times until he was the one that made it on top.
Struggling underneath him before his twin could have a chance to jump me; I was able to push him off of me. With me being the big dog now, I use my weight to stay on top of him and to keep him from moving too much. It wasn't very helpful as his twin was able to push me off of him and hold down my head for control.
Sunstreaker was able to quickly back on his feet and hold the rest of my body down to the ground. Sideswipe whips out his other twin blade and holds it carefully behind my small horns. He and his twin have me down to the ground and me down for the count.
Huffing out some smoke and grumbling under my breath, I push against them. "I yield, you have defeated me," I growled, having trouble talking with my dragon mouth. The two gladly let go of me and stand back up; Sideswipe retracts his blade while he stands back up on his wheeled feet. Standing back on my own while being careful of my sprained heel, I shapeshift back to my normal human form with my scales shifting to cover my naked form.
"Good fight Night but you can't beat us," Bull's-eye stated and sticking his hand out for me to land on. Accepting his silent offer, I land on his servo and carefully balance my way up to his shoulder. I stand on his shoulder, using my tail to keep me from falling off, and stand there to calm my heavy breathing from the hardy battle that we have just finished.
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Multiple deep breaths leave my mouth as I try to regain my breath. It was been awhile seen my last long and difficult battles like these. The people who are trained to kill me fail easily and it doesn't even make me break a sweat from using my abilities or fighting against them.
My energy was still high and my playful side was peeking out for show. Hopping off his shoulder and rapidly taking off back into the air, I do loops around the both of them in a figure eight. The two stop and glance at each other in confusion of my action. "Night, what are you doing?" Sides questions with a small chuckle to his words.
Ignoring his question, I challenge them once more. "Race you to Rice!" I yell out of them and speedily took off in the air. I didn't know where all this energy came from but it felt amazing to be able to let loose once in awhile
The two quickly transform in a way to accept the challenge and race off towards the exit. I, on the other hand, take my time to do twirls and loops to pass the time and stopping by the Med. Bay to put on an extra pair of clothes. This allows them to get a few minutes of a head start and me to use up some of the pent up energy still inside of me.
Seven to ten minutes past and I take up it has been long enough for them to get close to the town of Rice. It is a random town near Colville and wasn't a long flight or drive to there from the base. Also it's next to the Columbia River, giving me time to hunt down some fish to eat.
Zooming through the air and going faster than a Lamborghini Aventador, I head in the direction of Rice. My mind focuses on keeping the speed up and staying out of sight of human eyes. It wasn't hard since my ability to hide from sight with camouflaged scales, though it can't hide the clothes on my body.
It took only a few minutes to reach the Rice and my eyes scan over the area to find any signal of the Terror twins. Not finding them anywhere, I stay high in the sky to watch over the town and to wait for when they come in. Hopefully a copper didn't pull them over and get themselves towed or turn the whole situation into a chase.
Gladly my idea didn't become true as the two tear into the tiny town as if they had hellhounds on their tail. They speed almost over three times the speed limit over a small hill, catching air of about seven feet. Sunstreaker is in the lead with his twin following right on his rear bumper as they race down Orin Rice Road in attempts of beating me, it failed of course.
With the town being deserted to only being like twenty people living here, I shift my scales back to normal with it still looking like there are clothes adorning my body. Pumping my wings to take me towards them, I meet them in the middle and land in front of them on the road. They skid to a stop to not hit me and transform in the middle of the road.
Sunstreaker crosses his arms over his chest and gave his normal 'scary' glare towards me. Sideswipe's shoulders slumped and his bottom lip stuck out in a pout. "Wha? How? You even gave us a head start. You can teleport, can't you?" That was a wish that never came true; the ability to teleport anywhere my mind could think up is the best. No more having to fly or run away in attempts to get away, that would make life for me so much easier.
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Shaking my head to answer his question, I hover in the air at optic level with them. "Nada, I wish though. That would make life so much easier," I denied. His pout deepened and he crossed his arms over his chest like his brother giving a 'are you sure?' expression.
"Are you really sure about that Night? You haven't told much of your powers or how you got them," he declared. Oh shit, he poked the wasp nest once too many times.
A deep growl that shook my chest was released. "We shall never talk about that, alright?" my voice didn't sound like my own and even gave me to chills. Sideswipe's optics grew to the size of car rims as he stared at me with shock written all over his face. He got the hint to back off the subject and never to bring it up again unless they want to meet a terrible fate.
The yellow frontliner didn't say anything either and kept quiet the whole time. They both transform back into their alt. mode and Sides opens his butterfly door to coax me in to stepping inside of his form. "There is a car coming, get in." Listening to the bot, I hop inside of his alt. mode quickly and his door folds back down as he takes off with his tires squealing.
They turn right on Highway twenty-five and easily get up to the normal speed limit. They still don't care about the speed limit and clock up to speeds pass a normal Lamborghini Aventador which is what they are. Glancing over at Sides speedometer to see it is clocking his speed going fast then my own speed while in flight (it was at fucking two-hundred and seventy something, they would win on a drag strip against me).
In the distance of the highway, my eyes caught sight of a body of water. More importantly it was the Columbia River, the place I was wanting to go. Perking up in the seat and gripping the side of the seats, I point at the body of water. "Do you think we could stop there please?" I requested.
The seat underneath me heats up for something and draws a small purr from my throat. "Sure but why do you want to stop by the river again?" He throws back as he slows his speed down for when the turn comes up; he isn't going over two-hundred miles per hour.
"I want to go for a swim and maybe catch a fish or two to eat. The human food at the base is disgusting and terrible to eat," I explicated. His engine rumbled in a laughter way as his whole alt. mode shakes as he laughs at my comment.
"You're human," he points out half the truth. Rolling my eyes at him as he slows down to take the turn, I flip him the bird with a little trouble from my webbed hands. The seatbelt tightens around me, telling me to be quite. This time I laugh and leaned back against the warm seat.
He stops on the dirt and opens his passenger door to let me out. I slide out and stretch out my limbs from being in the slight cramped Lamborghini. The inside is actually bigger than normal with a large back seat, which Aventadors don't have to my knowledge.
Both of them transform into their bipedal mode and follow me down the dirt road as we are covered more by the line of trees. By the looks and smell of it, no one is here or been here in a few days. It is winter, the weather and water is too cold be out in or at least for the average human. Me? This is type of weather to be in.
Not waiting for them or even asking if they want to join me, I rush into the water and dive underneath the surface to let my body get use to the close to freezing temperatures. The water didn't taste the best as it passes over my tongue and filters through my gills to acquire the needed oxygen from it.
It was useless at the moment to let my luminescent glow with the sun shining down on me and through the water. I slip through the water like I do in the air and diver deeper into the water to find some Walleye or Catfish, maybe a Bass or two, to eat.
My eyes caught sight of a small school of Walleye moving through the water as they haven't sensed me yet. Waiting without moving a centimeter, I strike when the school moved closer to me, catching three. Two with my claws and one with my tail wrapping around it. It had almost escaped by wiggling its way out and made an attempted escape; I used my claws to wrap around it before it could get away.
After slicing the heads off to kill them, I create an incision on their tails to stick my tail into the incision so they don't go floating off in the fast flowing river. Finishing with that and continuing my way through the water, I find my most favorite type of fish, Catfish.
Catfish are slower than Walleye making the whole catching process easier and less time consuming. I stalk closer to them before striking fast than a cobra and capturing four this time of the Catfish.
Deciding this was enough for me, I tore into the Catfish with it moving since the nerves are still active. All four are gobbled down (it was tasty. The Columbia River has good tasting Catfish) and I only ate one of the Walleye. My stomach told me I was full and sleep was wanting to take me over after finishing what was considered a large meal for me.
Swimming rapidly back to the surface so there was enough speed for me to pop out and fly into the air, I was able to launch myself into the air. Hovering a few feet above the river as the water drips down off of my scales, my eyes spot the red and yellow frames of the twins.
My wings me over to where they are; they must have been in a conversation as they shut up and turned to me. Each with their own normal expression; Sideswipe with his smile and Sunstreaker with his glare pointed right at me. He really has a problem with humans or me in general, most likely both.
We head back to the base to relax after our self fun filled day. I lay down on Sideswipe's chassis, on top of his spark and felt something connect with my heart. It wasn't physical on any level; it felt like it connected with my soul but in my sleep induced state, I didn't react to it.
My ears listen to the humming of his spark as sleep wraps its tight blanket around me. I let sleep take me under its spell and was out like a light.
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