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kinkfestTitle: Saviour
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artoni
Rating: M for Mature
Word Count: 487
Warnings: Violence, torture, sadism.
Prompt: June 13th - Transformers G1, Galvatron/Rodimus - falling from grace - You seek a god who stands above you, wrapping healing arms around you / You'll find another god of pain, a god of suffering and tears
A/N: I could rattle off on the reasons as to what kept me from being on time this Springkink round. Instead I hope it will suffice it to say they include power failure of my main computer, hard drive failure on my backup, my best friend losing her place to stay, and other such 'WHAT THE HELL, RL' events. I beg the forgiveness of all those whose prompts I took, and hope that they at least enjoy the results, late as they are.
Rodimus's Spark hurt.
But then, so did the rest of his body. He didn't know how long he'd been here, held against the wall by his hands, nor how many wounds he now wore. His palms were spiked through, holding his arms and body at an angle that had long since stopped being merely uncomfortable...not that it hurt any less than the seconds of armor that had been ripped off, or where his optic had been forcefully broken through and torn out, nor where his lower leg had been blown clean off...
He managed a shuddering sigh, and gazed sightlessly up towards the ceiling. It hurt, but his physical pain could not compare to the despair. Where were the Autobots? His friends? Where was anyone who cared about him, why had they left him here?
"Primus..."
His plead was rewarded by a harsh slap to the face, enough to jolt him out of his reminiscing. His remaining optic flickered on, revealing the unsurprising visage of the one who was responsible for this even as Galvatron grabbed his chin and forced Rodimus' head forwards.
"You're /stubborn/, I will give you that, /Prime/. Most mechs would have had the good sense to die by now! And /especially/ not call to a God who doesn't exist!"
The only sound Rodimus emitted as Galvatron placed his cannon to his midsection and fired was strangled static. In the back of his processor, he prayed that this would be enough to end him, but...no matter what damage Galvatron did to him, no matter how /insane/ he was, he never did enough to offline him.
At least, not permanently.
Rodimus hung slack as Galvatron continued his work, twitching as both words and hands tore at him. But inside...
In his Spark...
I'll kill him, he thought. I'll kill him slowly and painfully. And I'm going to enjoy it. Somehow, he could feel disapproval - almost as if Optimus Prime were gazing down at him. But rather than cower, Rodimus screamed at the silent presence. I have NOTHING here! He has taken everything from me, and I'll kill him for that!
The presence continued to gaze at him, even as he raged at it. It was all he could do - his body hardly had enough power to react to Galvatron's latest method of torture. Disgusted, the violet Unicronian finally left him bleeding from broken wires.
In the silence that followed, Rodimus repeated one sentiment over and over to himself, a mantra of promise.
I'll kill him. I'll kill him I'll hurt him I'll end him...
Another voice - an all too familiar one - entered his processor. Or was it out loud?
It can be done, for a price.
Despite the fact that Rodimus instinctively knew who it was who addressed him, he didn't hesitate. I will pay any to have my revenge upon him.
The new voice seemed to smile. So be it.
Author:
artoniRating: M for Mature
Word Count: 487
Warnings: Violence, torture, sadism.
Prompt: June 13th - Transformers G1, Galvatron/Rodimus - falling from grace - You seek a god who stands above you, wrapping healing arms around you / You'll find another god of pain, a god of suffering and tears
A/N: I could rattle off on the reasons as to what kept me from being on time this Springkink round. Instead I hope it will suffice it to say they include power failure of my main computer, hard drive failure on my backup, my best friend losing her place to stay, and other such 'WHAT THE HELL, RL' events. I beg the forgiveness of all those whose prompts I took, and hope that they at least enjoy the results, late as they are.
Rodimus's Spark hurt.
But then, so did the rest of his body. He didn't know how long he'd been here, held against the wall by his hands, nor how many wounds he now wore. His palms were spiked through, holding his arms and body at an angle that had long since stopped being merely uncomfortable...not that it hurt any less than the seconds of armor that had been ripped off, or where his optic had been forcefully broken through and torn out, nor where his lower leg had been blown clean off...
He managed a shuddering sigh, and gazed sightlessly up towards the ceiling. It hurt, but his physical pain could not compare to the despair. Where were the Autobots? His friends? Where was anyone who cared about him, why had they left him here?
"Primus..."
His plead was rewarded by a harsh slap to the face, enough to jolt him out of his reminiscing. His remaining optic flickered on, revealing the unsurprising visage of the one who was responsible for this even as Galvatron grabbed his chin and forced Rodimus' head forwards.
"You're /stubborn/, I will give you that, /Prime/. Most mechs would have had the good sense to die by now! And /especially/ not call to a God who doesn't exist!"
The only sound Rodimus emitted as Galvatron placed his cannon to his midsection and fired was strangled static. In the back of his processor, he prayed that this would be enough to end him, but...no matter what damage Galvatron did to him, no matter how /insane/ he was, he never did enough to offline him.
At least, not permanently.
Rodimus hung slack as Galvatron continued his work, twitching as both words and hands tore at him. But inside...
In his Spark...
I'll kill him, he thought. I'll kill him slowly and painfully. And I'm going to enjoy it. Somehow, he could feel disapproval - almost as if Optimus Prime were gazing down at him. But rather than cower, Rodimus screamed at the silent presence. I have NOTHING here! He has taken everything from me, and I'll kill him for that!
The presence continued to gaze at him, even as he raged at it. It was all he could do - his body hardly had enough power to react to Galvatron's latest method of torture. Disgusted, the violet Unicronian finally left him bleeding from broken wires.
In the silence that followed, Rodimus repeated one sentiment over and over to himself, a mantra of promise.
I'll kill him. I'll kill him I'll hurt him I'll end him...
Another voice - an all too familiar one - entered his processor. Or was it out loud?
It can be done, for a price.
Despite the fact that Rodimus instinctively knew who it was who addressed him, he didn't hesitate. I will pay any to have my revenge upon him.
The new voice seemed to smile. So be it.
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