Of Secrets and Scars
Hi Everyone. This is my first fanfic, i have been reading the transfomers fanfic for a while now and i have been hit hard with a muse.
I will gladly accept any pointers and tips any of ya'll are willing to give.
I only own my OC Viper.
I wished for transformers for my birthday, and Hasbro still hasnt gotten back, so i don't own it.
For now...
Hope ya'll enjoy what has been plaguing me for a week.
Chapter 1: The Underground.
The sand was red with blood as the crowds cheered on. The scent of blood was flowing through the air as the knife in her hand made contact with the man's gut. The sickening squelching sound that came after only fueled the fire. The crowd's cheers and screams rose to a crescendo as the man fell. But she wasn't done, there was still one more to fight tonight. She stood, tall and proud, in the circle of bodies that surrounded her. That last fight had been easy, it hadn't taken long for him to fall to her knifes.
As the blood streamed down her hands and face she stood contemplating if she should sheath her black poisoned blades for this last fight and just use her claws and fangs. That idea had some merit, she had to admit.
But as the last man walked in, she knew it was going to be a fun match.
She sheathed her knifes.
The man stood about 6'3, his arms looked like bricks, and the way he looked at her, he thought she was going to be easy pickings. But one did not make it to the Rank she did and not be able to handle herself in a fight.
She waited for the man to make the first move, and he didn't disappoint. With a lumbering charge he tried to get behind her and pin her 'like that would work on her' she thought with a sadistic chuckle. She ducked out and slid between his legs raking her now unsheathed claws as she went. She felt it when her claws hit bone, and he fell screaming. As she rose, she assessed the damage she had dealt and was pleased. She had sliced all of the ligaments on both legs leaving him unable to stand or move. The blood loss alone was going to kill him soon, so she decided to give him a helping hand.
Her eyes were slits as she walked over to where he had fallen, and stood looking down at him. He was a pathetic whimpering child now in her eyes. Actually that was an insult to the children down here. Even they could take this much pain and bodily damage and still fight. She made sure of it.
There was only one action left to make.
She leaned down towards his neck, where is jugular vein stood against the skin, and she sunk her fangs in.
None would live long once she got her fangs into them, there was a reason she was named after that creature.
As the man screamed, she relished in the sound it was her own personal high,she bit down harder as she was determined to keep it going strong. She reached down and with a twist of her hand she snapped the bone in his right wrist. He wasn't even worth her time, but the way he was screaming was music to her ears, the crowds seemed to agree with the way they were chanting her name. It was pitiful, He was from the Chicago Pit, and not even a challenge. But she didn't pity. It was so much more fun to fight.
There weren't many opponents that could be considered a challenge to her anymore. It was the reason she was the Queen of the Pit. She was undefeated in the ring, and the Queen outside of it. As the mans breathing started to slow down, she leaned down and to the beat of his heartbeat whispered to him. "Now you know why they call me Viper."
She lived for the fights, she had the names of all the opponents and marks she had killed tattooed in a spiral down her left leg. Only the gladiators whom had been in the Rings their whole lives bore the amount of scars and tats she did. It was one of the reasons she was respected here, why she ruled here in this realm of pain and suffering.
When he stopped breathing, the announcer was exclaiming the name of the victor. Of course she knew who it was. For she never lost a fight. It didn't matter if it was a marathon, a cage match, or a fully armored match, she never lost.
While most fights lasted an hour or two, it wasn't that way with her.
For her it was a half an hour.
This was the only home she knew. The screams of the dying and the tortured were her lullabies at night. This wasn't a child's playground, but for Viper it might as well be.
That was when Viper remembered the crowds.
They were screaming her name, and she joined them. The gladiator high had the blood pumping through her veins,as the adrenaline only made that more apparent. She relished the chanting of the crowd. 'VIPER VIPER VIPER' the voices of thousands of spectators were echoing around the arena she called home.
Then with a final bow she turned and headed towards the open door at the end of the arena.
The fog slowly started to clear from Vipers mind, and as it did sanity returned to her. As she slowly started walking to her chambers she took a deep breath and relished the smell of the blood covering her hands and face. She was in no rush to get to her destination, it would be there when she got there. Along with her money. That caused Viper to walk slightly faster as it crossed her mind. She hadn't taken any hits that she could remember, but that didn't matter right now. All she wanted was to eat, take a hot shower, and then hit her chambers and sleep.
After collecting her money of course.
The path to her chambers was a long one, but she took a detour and stopped in the counting room. It was a large room, with oak tables that lined the walls.
All of which were covered in money.
She didn't speak as she had no need to, the counters looked up at her and immediately averted their eyes. One of them reached under the table, grabbed a box about the size of a shoe-box and slid it to her. Their eyes still trained on the floor.
Her money in hand, she started for the hall that would take her to her chambers. The ranking system was unique in the North American Rings, as it placed the best gladiators and the Magister on the lowest levels. At the end of the hall was an elevator, with that she got in and went to the key pad. She typed in her pass-code, as the elevator doors closed and started to descend she smiled relishing in the sudden silence.
When she came to her level, the doors opened right into her chambers, as it did with all Magisters. The sound of soft music was echoing through the open door and she smiled softly. Now was the time for her to rest and think about what she was going to do tomorrow, but first she was going to clean herself up.
As she started walking to her bathroom, she stopped at one of the paintings on the wall, it was of an Arabian mare and foal, from there she took five steps to the right and put her hand on the wall. For a moment nothing happened, then a red light illuminated a hollow square within her wall, it was in here she put her money.
When she walked into her bathroom she started the shower ans then turned.
She looked into her full length mirror.
Per code for the female fighters, and to bring in the most money, Viper slowly began to take off he chain-mail bikini top and specially designed bottoms and expertly hung them on their correct cleaning racks for later. The armor (if you could call it that) she had made herself so she didn't have to fight in the rags the regular females here fought in. 'It looked like the bikini Princess Leia wore in Return of the Jedi' she thought with a smirk.
As pretty as that was, Vipers were better. First of all, it was black with silver engravings that she put there herself. While it was as bare as you could possible get, the bottoms had knifes welded into it so as she spun, the way the knifes were placed would allow them catch her opponent.
After Viper had un-belted the armor, she looked at herself in the mirror. It was the same as always, with just a couple new scars. She was 5'1 with long brown\black hair that went to her mid-thigh, which was currently french braided, rich tanned skin, and slit acid green eyes. The scars and tattoos that littered her body were her trophies. Each one told a story and each one she had earned through blood and pain.
She had the names of every kill she had made, the names took up the expanse of her left leg except where it was already tatted. While her right leg had the names of all her favorite transformers. At the very top in a golden yellow was Sunstreaker. This of course was followed by Sideswipe.
The tattoos were the reason she was still slightly sane.
The most eye catching tattoo she had was of two massive dragons fighting each other. If one were to look closely, they would resemble Alduin and Parrthurrnax which was what she called them. The black one was curled around her back with his head breathing fire down over her right breast, where the fire met with the white dragons fire, which was rising from below her left breast with the fire meeting in the valley. Alduin was sprawled over her back, curving down her spine with his tail ending just above her left calf.
The same could be said of Parrthurrnax, except he curled around her waist and ended with his tail around her right ankle.
The detail and time that was put into the tats was immense, they were her trademark, her signature. When a gladiator or any other citizen of her domain saw them, they were quick to look away in fear.
They were worth every dollar she spent on them.
With that she let her hair loose and walked into the shower.
When she had finished her shower, she stepped out of the foggy room and onto the plush carpet that made up her entire chamber. As she stood there, she looked around her main room and to her bedroom. With a smirk, she crossed the room in only a towel walked into the bedroom. She changed into her boxers and shook her hair loose from the towel. She walked over to her vanity which was on the right wall and started brushing her hair out.
When she was finished, and her hair was dry. She pulled on black sleep shorts and a tank top. She then walked to her bed which was on the left side of the room, some of her favorite weapons were on the wall by her bed. 'All of them were a replica of the daedric weapons from skyrim, for even the Queen of the New York Pit needed to have a hobby' she thought to herself. With that last thought Viper turned and fell into bed.
The Rings were a sprawling connection of tunnels and pits that ranged all across North America, every Pit was overseen by a Captain, and every Captain reported to a Magister. There were fifty Magisters in North America, one for every state, and all those Magisters reported to the Emperor. There were five Emperors in the world. Since there were multiple Rings every state, it wasn't hard to find new blood to spill.
This wasn't your average fighting ring, no. This was a global trade center that made its profits on drugs, blood, and entertainment. The Rings were a virus that embedded itself into the ground, with every false front there is. It was an endless cycle of death and pain, that none had ever escaped from. The sands of every Pit was stained red with the blood of gladiators and of those who had tried to flee. In every country across the world there was at least one Pit, there was no-where to run if a fool did try, and endless profit for those who rose above and killed the others.
It was human greed at its peak.
The time is now...with that a blinding blue light swept across the earth.
Major William Lennox was not having a very good day.
First there was the ruckus that Sideswipe and Sunstreaker stirred up, that had ended up with a very pink and sparkly Ratchet and wrenches embedded into the halls of the Nevada base.
Then there were the seven recruits that had fainted at the sight of Ironhide.
Followed by the sudden call of Decepticon activity in New York.
With a side of global earthquakes.
…and he still had to call Sarah.
This was all resolved by the brigging of the twins, having the dead to the world recruits hauled to med bay, and preparing to send a small sending a group of troops and Autobots, that he was going to accompany, and they were going to get to drive around New York looking for a signal that had dropped off the radar as soon as it appeared, because you couldn't be to careful when it came to the cons.
Now all he had to do was call Sarah and let her know that he was going to come home after this three day scouting mission that was suddenly the main priority.
Surprisingly that was the most daunting task of all.
"I want all reports on my desk by 1600" he commanded to the troops gathered before him. He was tired, hungry and didn't want to be reamed out by Ratchet again for putting his work before himself. The last lecture lasted two and a half hours. A resounding "Yes Major" was the response from all of the soldiers in front of him, now all he had to do was call Sarah.
As the phone rang, Will was walking to his quarters, the soldiers quarters were on the opposite side of the base, which was very large. The command center and Autobot barracks were on the right side of the base, it was where the majority of the hangers were. On the left side, it was the human soldier barracks, cafeteria, and everything else human. Then there was the free space which made up the middle of the base. In all, it was a giant base and it had to be when dealing with mechanical aliens from another planet. The comradaries that developed between both humans and bots was amazing when Will thought about it. When Sarah didn't pick up, he wasn't surprised. With Annabelle, Sarah was very busy, taking care of a three year old was not a relaxing job.
When the dial tone beeped Will left a message. "Hi Sarah, I just wanted to let you know that I will be coming home next week for a few days. I miss you." with that he ended the call, just as a soldier came running up to him.
Will sighed then spoke "Yes soldier" he asked as the soldier caught his breath.
"Major, they need you in the command hanger" and with that the soldier took off down the hallway.
Will shook his head with a sigh, it looked like his nap time was put on hold.
Viper woke at 0500, just like every other day. She got up, brushed her teeth, put on black sweatpants and a black tank, and settled into one of the plush chairs in her bedroom. She had some business to attend to topside, she had a new client that wanted to meet at his office building, and with that thought she went to her closet to decide what to wear.
Now one does not simply walk into Vipers closet. First she had to find it. In the seemingly bare room, to her right there was a four foot divide where wall met her table. She got up and walked over to that space and put her hand against the wall. Once again a red silhouette of a door appeared, and the walls separated allowing her access.
Walking past lines of elegant dresses and her training clothes, she made it to her collection of cocktail dresses. From there after considering a forest green v-neck with three-quarter sleeves, she forwent that in favor of her blood red v-neck spaghetti strap. This was paired with small diamond studs and two dragon wrap earrings, and a small diamond choker. For shoes she grabbed her seven inch black stilettos. Once she was dressed, she grabbed her two thigh sheaths, slipped them on, and put two of her daedric style daggers in them. Then she headed out of her bedroom.
Viper was having a great day, walking the streets of New York was never not entertaining. The never-ending traffic around her was comforting and all the people around her allowed her to be one of the crowd. It was a muggy day, it was nine in the morning and the streets and sidewalks were crowded. The air was heavy with pollution, but there was the scent of oncoming rain under the powerful stench.
As she had decided to forgo fighting today, she was now walking the streets of New York, looking for a store to catch her eye.
Corner of the street she was crossing, she spied a quaint little jewelry shop, hidden in between a deli and what looked like a computer repair shop. Just going on a whim, she turned and went inside.
It was as quaint as it looked like on the inside, as it did on the outside. With glass shelves that lined the walls and a small counter and register, Viper was not surprised to see that there was no one here. So she decided to browse. After looking for a half an hour, she found something that caught her eye.
It was a small coiled viper ring, the way the ring was set up made it look like the wearers finger was eaten by the viper. She smiled at it and called asking if there was anyone here.
Apparently there was, as a older woman came from the back. She looked like she was in her mid-fifties if Viper were to guess. "I would like to have a look at the Viper ring you have." straight forward as always, the woman smiled and brought it out. As Viper looked at it she realized that the eyes were made of emeralds and there was a pattern of diamonds running down the back of it. She brought it and tried it on her right index finger and it fit perfectly. With that Viper looked at the woman and asked "How much?"
Walking out of the store with her handbag slightly lighter, and the ring on her finger, Viper smiled softly to herself. As it was nearly eleven, Viper slowly started to head to the address that was given to her on the card.
As she walked, her mind began to wander.
She didn't remember her real name, but she had earned her new one. One that was built from the blood of her opponents and sharpened by steel.
There were many names she went by, The Magister, The Queen, The Poison Master, and Madame Viper were among the most common. She was the ruler of her dark and poisonous realm.
And she was proud of it.
The brand that marred the side of her neck were proof of that.
It was how the Magisters kept track of their fighters.
Brands and tattoos.
As a Magister, she got to choose and forge her own brand for her fighters. Every gladiator of hers had a Pit Viper on their right shoulder. The tattoos were paid for by the gladiators if they wanted them.
The Magisters brand was on the left side of the neck, it was a capital M with a snake wrapped around it.
It was a very clever brand. This was implied with heavy sarcasm…it was common for the Magisters to make fun of such a straightforward way of marking their ranks when they did come together. But it was rare for there to be more than three Magisters in the same city due to their schedules.
As Viper walked towards the building she looked up. Gould Industries was displayed proudly at the top of the building. The lingering thought passed through Viper 'Wasn't this a company from transformers?' she pondered that for a moment then shook her head. 'Well lets get this over and done with' With that thought she walked inside.
As she walked towards the reception table, the first thing she noticed was the receptionist. She was a pretty little thing, short with shoulder length blonde hair. Her name tag read 'Linda', "How can I help you? Linda asked with a soft and somewhat unsure voice that made Viper think that she was somewhat new to this job.
Viper replied " I have an 1 o'clock appointment with the CEO. It should be under Vanessa Wolf" The tone that Viper used left no room for misunderstanding. It was the crystal clear voice of one whom was not to be taken lightly. It was another trademark of hers. Viper had to use an alias, for she didn't have a real name, and it was easier to take the identity of a dead girl than make one appear out of thin air. Besides, in the business Viper was in, you needed to have multiple identities. It was just a matter of looking into the recent morgue records and finding someone who looked similar enough to her so she could use it. out of all her identities, Vanessa was one of her favorites. Linda looked slightly unsure and checked the database, sure enough there was Vipers appointment. After a moment Linda replied "You do have an appointment, take the second elevator to floor 71 and Mr. Gould will be waiting."
Viper left without another word. Other than Vipers thoughts he elevator ride up was uneventful, just chubby office workers fulfilling their duties and the normal chaos one would expect from a business like the elevator continued to rise a thought came to her mind, 'If this is truly who i think this is then i will not be liable for my reaction and the following consequences'.As she came to her floor and the door opened, Viper walked out and came face to face with Dylan Gold. "Miss Wolf, it is a pleasure to meet you, I am Dylan Gould." Viper paused for a moment then responded "A pleasure Mr. Gould, and thank you for inviting me here." Cool and collected as always, Dylan seem slightly surprised at the tone. Then he collected himself and responded "The pleasure is all mine, now would you like to step into my office?"
The office of Dylan Gould was not what Viper expected. On the left was a bay window that covered the whole portion of the wall until meeting with the back of the building. Near the right side of the wall was an oak desk and a matching table and chairs by the bay window. Near the front of the office were two black leather couches and a small coffee table between them. The walls were painted a light blue and had crown molding which brightened the room.
After looking around, Dylan gestured toward the couches and spoke "Please have a seat, then we can get right to business." Viper walked over and sat down on one of the couches, then she looked at Dylan and asked "Now what can I help you with?"