Transformers: Prime Breakdown And Knockout Novels & Stories

Marcus hissed, his voice a broken, distorted record, "then no one can!" He didn't try to pull the lever back. He tried to **Break** it. With a roar of corporate spite, Marcus slammed a piece of heavy machinery into the lever. The lever snapped. The "Dump" sequence failed. The Core let out a sound like a thousand suns exploding. "**CRITICAL OVERLOAD. INITIATING: TOTAL SECTOR DELETION.**" I looked at the broken lever. I looked at the screaming sphere of light. And then, I looked at the "Developer Key" pencil in my pocket.

Asking for more. Jeremy broke the kiss, his breath a raw shudder. "I have to ask you this" he said. His voice sounded hoarse and he still held her. "Do you love me?" Do you still love me? Say it! Say it!" Jeremy demanded. Penny broke away from him with a last effort gathered from the remnants of her waning strength. She gathered herself quickly, straightening her shoulders and nodding even though her breath came in gasps and her lips stung from his kiss. She walked unsteadily across to the window and stood staring out into the darkness... Her back towards him.

The moment of truth. My fingers were inches from the chip when the entire wall of windows behind Jeff exploded inwards. The world dissolved into a shower of screaming glass and roaring wind. A sleek, black aerial drone hovered where the window had been, its weapons systems humming with lethal intent. Standing in the jagged opening, silhouetted against the city lights, was Prime. Her obsidian eyes glinted, and her voice cut through the chaos, cold and absolute. “The emotional compromise is complete,” she stated, her rifle rising again, not toward me, but toward Jeff. “Targeting the architect. Eliminating the corruption at its source.”

He felt the emptiness of the altitude, the cold of the upper atmosphere, and he channeled it into his arm. ​The two "Alphas" collided. The impact created a shockwave that shattered the remaining windows of the Spire’s top floor. The Prime struck with the precision of a computer, its blows designed to dismantle Leo’s joints. But Leo fought with a "Human Error"—a chaotic, unpredictable rage that the Prime’s algorithms couldn't account for. ​Leo took a hit to the ribs, the sound of bone cracking audible even over the wind. But he used the pain to anchor himself. He grabbed the Prime’s arm, the one glowing with the Cryo-Anchor, and forced his own "Anchor" frequency into it.

The facility was blown up. * News of the attack on the facility reached Aaron Kennedy immediately. He had already received all the details, Rosat’s men had been attacked and killed mercilessly, the doctors had been taken away, and, of course, so had Aslan. “That bastard Phantom!” Aaron Kennedy was absolutely furious. He threw a flower vase in his office, shattering it into pieces.

My injured leg gives out, sending me to the ground. The rogue stands over me, jaws opening for the killing blow. A rifle shot cracks through the air. The rogue’s head snaps back, blood and brain matter spraying from the exit wound. It stands there for a moment, swaying, then collapses across my body. Fenris lowers the rifle, his hands shaking. “Got it.” I shift back to human, crying out as my broken leg reforms. The transformation heals some damage but not all—my leg is still fractured, my face still bleeding, my side torn open from claw wounds.

On my way home, someone suddenly stepped into my way. The disheveled man before me was dressed in rags. "Julie, why can't I get in touch with you for days? And why did you cancel the supplementary credit card? Did you know how hard it was for me?" I finally recognized the voice as Elijah's and was surprised to see him in such a horrid state. Staggering backward, I dodged his attempt at grabbing me. "Elijah, we've broken up. Of course you can't use my card anymore."

Christopher I still couldn't see clearly after being knocked down by Darell. That was quite a blow for speaking the truth, I mean I did call his mother a bitch but only because it was true. "Darell that punch was not necessary. You and I both know that I didn't say anything new, you need to learn how to manage your anger," I said to him sitting on the floor where I fell and nursing my temple.

His foot came down hard on the screen. Once. Twice. Three times. Glass shattered beneath his shoe. He backed away, breathing heavily as he stared at the mangled phone lying on the ground. For one long second, neither of us moved. I looked at the remains of my phone, then looked back at Alex. And, I burst out laughing. His face fell as confusion flashed in his eyes. I walked over, picked up what was left of my phone, and turned it over in my hand. The screen was completely broken.

He dropped it to the ground, a sneer tugging at his mouth. The moon sank behind the trees. The sky paled; streaks of gold and peach wove across the craggy pines and bowed oaks and, as the last of the Red Ripper wolves shifted back into their human forms, the last few left fighting turned tail and ran. “Find them,” Atticus barked. “Kill them.” “Is that really necessary, Alpha?” hedged Trove. “They’re done for–” “Are you questioning my orders, Gamma?” he snarled, rounding on him.