[TF Tidbit] Fractured 01

 Series: Transformers
Title: Fractured 01
Characters: Prowl, Jazz, Ritochet (mentioned)
Summary: "Whatever this thing fed off of --sparks, energon, hopes and dreams -- Jazz was about two clicks away from not being here for it.
Warnings: Body horror, injury, spooks
Disclaimers: I do not own Transformers. This is written purely for fun.

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It took several breems for Jazz to even realize that he was online. Muted, red warnings scattered across Jazz’s HUD. Critical damage to his spark chamber, among other things. His chronometer still worked, weirdly enough.

Ricochet was going to kill him once he found out. The one thing he had told Jazz not to do while he was gone, was to go and be stupid. Now look at him. At the bottom of a pit shish-kabobed by a giant crystal, and hunted by something that was scary enough to spook insecticons. Ric was gonna bring him back just to kill him himself.

Static clotted his vision, and Jazz caught glimpses of the sharp, monstrous thing that had stalked him above ground. Quiet - he thought too late as his several fans kicked on in reflex. The monster lingered in front of him, looming.  

“Hah,” he wheezed. “Not much left of me...left for you.”

Whatever this thing fed off of -- sparks, energon, hopes and dreams -- Jazz was about two clicks away from not being here for it. The critical spark failure warning would not settle into the background like all his other dismissed errors, but he could move it to the corner of his HUD. Maybe he could watch the stars as his spark went out-

He jerked sharply as it’s claw-tips scraped against his plating. It reached into gaping wounds, plucking at sensor cables and nerves. Jazz screamed, silent and strangled as fire erupted inside him. It hurt worse than anything he had ever felt.

His vocalizer hiccuped. It was still, so very quiet, but vibrations rumbled all around him like some great engine. His sensors, the ones he had sworn were broken, kept picking up pings and  inquires while that undercurrent of hungryhungryhungry lingered in the background.

Cold flushed through his systems. Iron will walled off ravenous hunger. It wanted something so incredibly bad. Oh dear Primus - It was in his head.

“Let me go,” Jazz whispered. Let him die. He wanted no part of this.

The monster leaned forward, its ghastly face inches away. He couldn’t look away. A thoughtful tapping of claws on his chest armor broke the quiet. Contemplating. Calculating.

“No.”

And then it plunged its hand through his chest.