Rebecca Hb. (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
beckyh2112) wrote2008-06-04 10:27 pm
beckyh2112) wrote2008-06-04 10:27 pm
Need a Distraction
Comment with a sentence from one of my fanfictions. Without looking, I have to try and guess which fic of mine the sentence is from. If I fail, the challenger wins a drabble request. Post this in your own journal and let me challenge you!
Re: Challenge accepted!
Good luck!
bye byess
Re: Challenge accepted!
Anyone else, he would have put it the other way around. But there was no way, no how, Elita One wasn't in control here. She glided among the abandoned factory's machinery, letting Motormaster bullrush after her. He smashed his way through, and she stayed just far enough ahead of him that they never lost the sound of her voice.
"It's a trap, it's a trap, gotta be a trap, what's she gonna do..." Wildrider muttered as he kept at Motormaster's heels.
They'd spotted her in the outskirts of Polyhex, moving like she belonged. Like no one would touch her. She'd even waved at them when they swarmed towards her. Didn't break and run until Drag Strip's hand had almost closed around her arm, and then her horn had honked with a sort of mockery that made Motormaster seethe. So they'd chased. And she'd set a brutal pace from the moment they'd started chasing; that was three days ago. Three days, and it was down to him and Motormaster and the pink bitch.
Drag Strip's engine had overheated. Dead End had simply given up. Breakdown had started losing it when he realized the other Autobot females were following them, watching them, and Motormaster wasn't going to put up with that. From his radios, Drag Strip was coming up fast behind the two of them - he'd be there in a little under fifteen minutes.
Radio chatter. Lots of radio chatter. Motormaster bellowing, Elita One taunting him. The steady screech and smash of Motormaster tearing through machinery. Lotta noise.
Footsteps.
"Oh, slag!"
Six tons of Cybertronian metal and electronics struck him, knocking him to the ground and running him over. The blue vehicle threw herself into reverse before Wildrider had time to do much more than raise himself up on his hands. Her bumper smashed into the back of his head, and he went down again, one spike gouging an impressive chunk out of her.
Not impressive enough, he thought giddily as she transformed and levelled a gun at him. Man, she hit like a ton of bricks - hard and fast and rawr!
"Still online?" Chromia drawled. "Lemme fix that for you."
Re: Challenge accepted!
Best part was how Wildrider described Chromia. Hard, fast and rawr! She was totally bad-ass too. It's good to see when the Stunticons sometimes don't have the upper hand in battles.
Thank you again for writing this. Your stories are always Epic Wins in my opinion.