By: Lady Venom
I looked up at the large, slightly scared looking robot who had just asked to
accompany me on my date.
"I don’t bloody well think so!"
"But… that girl, the one with the spikey red hair is weird."
I burst out laughing, I couldn’t help it. This large Predicon. Who had slain
thousands of robots and humans alike, was a feared immortal and hunted by both
Maximal Elder and Predicon. Was scared of Cheetra?
"What’s so funny?" Great, now he was mad. Talk about your mood
swings….ooohhh….maybe it’s that time of the month….
"You’re…" I paused to catch my breath, "You’re scared of
Cheets?" I waved my hand dismissively, " You’ll be fine, she won’t
hurt you as long as you don’t touch her sharp and pointy collection."
That’s what I refer to her sword and dagger collection as. Mainly because she
reminds me of Waspinator on a sugar high with daggers.
" I just don’t think that you should you should be left alone with this
man. What if he’s –"
"Like you?" I interrupted. "You’ll be fine. I’ll be home
later, before midnight I promise!" He watched me but finally nodded.
I think I heard him whimper as I shut the door. Sheesh, Cheetra doesn’t even
like seafood. I’ll have to remember to ask her what they did while I was at
school. But with my memory I’ll probably remember to forget.
"Hey Jonathan, where too?"
"Well, I thought we could go to the club, have a few drinks, dance a
little… make out a little…" He smirked. I shook my head.
"You seem to forget that my uncle is the bouncer at that club. And I’m
only eighteen , so no drinking. As for the rest…. Maybe, if you
behave…" I grinned nastily, and opened the passenger side door of his
car. I heard him chuckle before turning on the ignition.
I relaxed as we pulled out of the parking lot.
The night was uneventful, apparently he had a back up place to go to, a house
party. Personally I don’t care for them, to much beer and drugs. I did those
once and I had no desire to do them again, so I wanted to leave for someone
offered me something.
"Aw come on babe, just one more drink?" I watched Jonathan sway on his
feet.
"Yeah, I think you’ve had enough, come on, I promised I’d be home
before midnight. And it’s already quarter too."
"Fine." He grumbled, and started for the car, but I stopped him.
"Nuh huh. You are not fit to be driving, give me the keys or I’ll call a
cab."
"I am perfectly fit to be driving! You’re the one who wanted to leave,
and now you want to drive? Dammit!" I grimaced at the pitiful attempt to
get the keys back from me. I got into the drivers seat and waited for him to
buckle up. He smelled horrible, and with the combination of dope and beer I was
not happy. I’m glad that Rampage didn’t go with me…he probably would’ve
been curious, and a high and drunk Rampage is not something I think I could’ve
dealt with.
I pulled up into his driveway, and got out. Walking over and giving him back his
keys, I pulled out Michelle's cell phone. She had let me borrow it for
emergencies like this one. I love that girl. And dialed the number for my
favorite cab.
"What, you’re not coming in for a little fun?" He said, trying to
feel me. I brushed him away. Trying to listen to the rings of the dying phone.
Finally someone picked up.
"David’s’ cab. Can I help you?"
"Yes, I need a cab for 13 Cherry Lane."
"Okay, give me about five minutes."
I said goodbye and checked my watch, midnight. Crap. I looked back toward the
house to see Jonathan sitting quietly on the porch lawn chair. Walking up the
stairs, I approached him, and heard something.
He was snoring! The little brat. That’s the last time I let him choose where we
go! With a sigh I shook him.
"Hey, John, wake up." When I didn’t get a response, I flicked his
nose.
"Wakey, wakey." I’m waking him up to go to bed….oy…
"Nurgh? Wha is it?" He asked, still asleep. He looked up at me,
"Why am I outside?"
I rolled my eyes, "Get up, come on." I grabbed his arm, and wrapped it
around my shoulder, and helped him inside. Depositing him on the couch. It was
close enough.. I looked out the window and saw my cab pull up.
I looked back at him and couldn’t help but smile, sure he was a pain in the
ass, but he looked adorable when he was asleep.
As I paid the cab, I wondered if Rampage would be up. I hoped not because right
now all I felt like doing was collapsing onto my bed. I opened and shut the door
quietly, the lock making a loud click to my ears. The others must work the next
day, otherwise they’d still be up watching movies.
I didn’t see Rampage in the living room, good, that must means that he’s
asleep. Which means no questions about my night. I opened my own door and saw
Rampage sprawled on the small couch. His arms folded over his chest, and his
legs stretched out in front of him. He was asleep, and on the couch! I got the
bed! I sat down long enough to take off one boot and laid down on the top of the
bed for a second to relax before changing. That was the last thing I remember
before falling into a peaceful sleep.
I woke up the next day to sun light on my face, I stretched happily and threw
the covers off me. A glance at the clock informed me that it was almost noon.
Wow, I never sleep this late on a Saturday…but I should more often!
Grabbing my housecoat I went to the showers. Thankfully with no interruptions
this time. Ruffling my hair with a towel I went into the kitchen, plugging the
kettle in for some coffee. Going in the fridge I pulled out a grapefruit and
began slicing it. Coating it with a layer of inch thick sugar, effectively
destroying whatever healthy advantage this would have had over me. And made my
coffee. Sitting down at the table I relaxed.
I heard a sound from behind me and I took a sip of the coffee.
"It’s about time you listened to me."
"Uh, yeah. How was your… date?"
I snorted and shook my head, "You don’t want to know." Finishing off
the fruit, I walked over to the computer, and logged in.
Hey, Lady V. How’s your houseguest?
Sapphire? How did you know?
Well, Rampage was talking to us last night.
"You were what?!" I turned to look at the crab that was reading over
my shoulder.
And what exactly did you all talk about?
We told him about Beast Wars, how it’s a show. And how Megatron has his spark
so he must be on his best behavior.
I paused. Then starting again. Just who are ‘we’?
Uh, well. Me and Ajax. Starath and Michael. And Sinead
and Donovan. Was all on when he was.
I groaned. Great, now crabby knows that he’s a cartoon character. And that in
the end he –
Sapphire, did you explain to him what happens at the
end of the show?
"Yes, she did. While you were at school."
I jumped with a shriek, forgetting he was behind me. Is that why he didn’t
want me to leave? Was he scared to be alone?
"That’s why you spared Depth Charge." I whispered, finally realizing
the missing piece. He turned away. "You left him alive because you knew
he’d come after you. You couldn’t bare to be alone, so you left one friend
alive to keep you company." The mass murderer was afraid of being left
alone. But with his life it was a pretty fair assumption.
"He had what it took, I knew he’d come after me. I made sure of it."
He still wouldn’t look at me.
I’m sorry. But I didn’t say it aloud, I didn’t think he would like me to.
"Stop it!"
I stared at him, shocked. "I didn’t do anything"
"No, but I can feel the pity and sympathy rolling off of you."
Lady V? You there? You’re awfully quiet.
I watched my cursor blink, asking me to write. With a sigh I turned away from
the crab and back to the screen.
I’m still here, how’s your exams go?
I think I did really good on all but one.
I’m sure you aced them all, don’t worry. I watched Rampage stalk
away, bored with my conversation.
He’s gone. Now I need to ask you what I’m going to
do. I have no idea how I can keep him here. It’s just so… weird. And I think
I just found something out about him that he didn’t want me to.
Well, I think Rattrap has a confession to make. You
see, while I was away, Rampage asked what would have made him be sent to you.
And he told the truth.
I stared. Nonononononononono….please tell me he doesn’t know how much I
liked him!
How much is the truth?
He told him the link to my website, and the link to your part.
Is that all? Please tell me that’s all.
Erm…he also explained about favorites.
Why me? As if things couldn’t get any worse. He probably thinks I’m some
love struck teen with a crush on him! I whined, this is really going to
complicate things about how to deal with him. Which reminds me.
"Rampage!" I bellowed. When he reappeared from the kitchen, I pointed
to the couch beside me. He took the hint and sat down.
"I think I may have a good punishment for you."
I allowed a small chuckle, and smirk. This’ll be perfect!
"Have you ever heard of Richard Simmons…?"