A cackle from the gods above

[Anarhie]

Rain fell from the sky, beating down with furious vengeance to the land surrounding. A lone figure could be seen chrouched slightly, its pace quickened than the normal grace. Tail streaming behind, the creature ran, lightning slicing through the air, lighting up the midnight sky. As the lightning cracked and thunder rumbled through the sky, the creature running, if watching closely, could be seen flinching. It didn't slow.

The figure running had to be feline, but at the same time, it couldn't be. There was no cat in existance that lived on Earth which was mechanical, and had weapons able to show up without a hesitation. This could only mean one thing, this was a Transformer. It had to be a Decepticon, due to the insignia planted firmly on the creature's neck right behind the head.

Thunder cackled the sky once more, glowing the darkened sky with a yellow glow. Just as the lightning struck, the leopard bolted into base, his feet scraping against the ground as he forced his rushing body to a halt. Then, Anarhie started shaking out his coat, the drops from the metalic body flying all around him. "Earth and its weather." His voice was a mutter, cursing the rain sent to curse the land below.

[Christopher Prime]

Chris couldn't believe he had pulled it off in the hour he had between Guard Shifts. It had taken a lot of effort and a great ammount of his superhuman strength but he had broken a hole in his glass prison. Now with phone in hand, by now slightly charged as he had used his adaptor to charge it for about 30 minutes. Luckily it had been left in the same place.

Now it was a matter of getting a hold of his Dad and getting the hell out of there. He sighed, and made his way into the main room of the base. He was almost home free, almost.... He sighed, not noticing Anarhie, he stuck to the shadows, breathing heavily as his spark pounded. "Easy Chris..." He whispered keeping to the shadows "Don't freak out, you're almost out of this hellhole."

With this self-reassurance he continue to creep his way to the front door, not caring how hard it was raining, he had to escape and he had to do it now.

[Anarhie]

The creature had forgotten that it was his turn to guard Chris, and the Decepticon before him knew he'd be out, doing a mission he had to do. But no, they had to get off of guarding Chris, and sent a call to Anarhie quickly, telling the Decepticon it was his turn. He had told them he couldn't make it, but they told him it was the end of their shift, so Anarhie was forced to abandon his mission, and run through retched downpours across the vast land of Texas in hopes of getting there quickly.

Among arrival, his ears picked up the sound of shattering glass. This made him rush towards where Chris had been kept faster. Among arrival, he looked at the glass prison, and cursed to himself. Growling, he turned around. The glass had been broken, and Chris no where to be seen. Where were all the Decepticons? Shattering glass would have allerted them, wouldn't it? No matter. Anarhie had speeds only those like Ravage and Killjoy and Stitches could reach. Darting from the chamber, he picked up signals from a creature moving slowly. It was a techno organic, but it had to be the escaper. Decepticon sided technos' wouldn't be sneaking around as such this one was.

Growling to himself, he slinked into the shadows, stalking the hostage. He would allow Chris to get outside the base, then grab him, bring him back in, and throw him in the cage, guard him with some extra care. And he wouldn't be happy, just to say the least.

[Christopher Prime]

Chris stopped as he heard noises behind him, his body tensed, and he thought for a moment, what did he do? So he did the one thing he could, he ran as fast as he possibly could out the front door of the base. "Won't let you 'cons get me again." He said under his breath, running hard.

He took out his phone quickly, fingers hitting the touch screen faster then humanly possible. The number being that of Optimus's comm link, the problem? The moment the call went through he tripped over a rock and fell face first into the mud. His phone flying. "No!" He groaned, trying to pull himself up to his feet.

[Blitzwing]

Crouching, the cat allowed Chris exit from the base. Let him get hope that he was escaping, then tear it away from him. The best way to go. And this action, the mechanical leopard did.

Crouching, a growl erupted from the depths of his chest, suddenly springing forward out into the rain. His eyesight kept a lock on to Chris, the cat bounding forward with leaping strides. His gait was a lot faster than Chris's, so there was no chance for a possible escape.

At the sight of Chris tripping on a rock, he almost laughed, seeing the phone flying. Hesitant because he suppressed a laugh, a gun erupted from his shoulder blades, firing small blasts at the phone, ultimately destroying it.

He then jumped at Chris, placing a daggered paw on him, his claws able to break skin. "Don't even think about pulling a stunt like that again. Get up and get in the base, and I might not hurt you. Because I have a mind to." Of course, the rain that littered against the ground wasn't of help, it just put Anarhie in an even greater fowl mood. A mood he was willing to keep.

[Christopher Prime]

Chris knew the call had gone through, but that had been pretty useless now... What did it matter anymore, they couldn't have hear anything. If they could trace the call, that may help. He felt the claws dig into his back and whimpered slightly, doing as he was told he slowly got up. "I guess that's the last time I try to run." He grumbled.

He began walking at Anarhie's command, he was caught and he wasn't going to try to escape, that would just be plain suicide. He sighed and looked at the leopard-like robot solemnly. "How did you find me anyway? It's pretty late for even Decepticons to be up." He commented.