Dealing with the Dursley's
"Petunia Dursley? Guardian of Harry Potter?" As a look of disgust
crossed the face of the woman, Barricade felt the revulsion coming off
of her in waves. It made him bristle with the rare bout of anger and
protective urges he did have. The only person he could even consider to
lay his life down for is his charge. Technical Analyst Maggie Madsen,
who lived off and on at the base. But when she did, Cade would stick
close with her. Having a cop car trail you from work and back would make
people nervous.
"The freak is at his boarding school, so whatever he did will have to
wait until he gets back." Barricade narrowed his gaze at the woman
hidden behind his glasses and his fingers curled into a fist. Trying to
stomp down on the urge to squish the fleshling. Feeling Prowl grip his
upper arm hard, no doubt trying to get him to focus on not squishing the
fleshy.
"Oh he's not in any trouble." Prowl interposed smoothly, stepping
forward. Squeezing his shoulder hard in warning. As he brushed past the
annoying insect, Barricade followed him in with a low growl. "Do you
need anything?" Grabbing the insect by her thin scrawny arm, Barricade
yanked her along after him. Ignoring the look from Prowl.
"Just some answers." Shoving her into a chair, ignoring the squawk of
protest. Activating his scanners, Barricade began scanning his
surroundings. Letting Prowl question the fleshy, he had better things to
do. He walked out of the kitchen. Glancing around the living room.
Glancing at the pictures, of a family. A whale-like man, giraffe-necked
woman and a baby hippo teen.
Sneering, Barricade noted that he did not see any pictures of the fourth
person, which is troubling. As his scanners picked up the faint trace of
blood, years old, coming from under the stairs. As his gaze narrowed on
the obviously new locks. Pulling the door opened, he note the faint
trace of blood on the wall, a childish picture and a small sign written
in a child hands "Harry's room." His optics widened in shock. Standing
up from his kneeling position, his hands curled tight into fists, he
vented heavily.
Causing his car to tremble and shiver in rage. He could feel a hand
brush across the sleek metal of his alt-form. Barricade snarled softly
before revving the engine, causing the teen to yelp and dash off.
"Frag." Barricade muttered softly. Leaving the door opened, he stalked
upstairs. Peering into the master bedroom, noted the lavish interior. A
nice bedroom, the hippo boy's bedroom. A guest room. Then he noted the
last bedroom, with all sort of locks and a cat flap. Neck hairs
bristling, he peered into the room.
"Frag!" Staring at the battered bed, desk and wardrobe. It stunk of old
urine, blood and sweat. Seeing a white feather under the desk, plus owl
droppings and the bones of an eaten mouse.
He swallowed hard, so glad that in his holoform, he could not smell the
air. His skin prickled with the urge to slam a fist right through the
wall and had had to tamp down on the violent urge.
:'Cade?: Prowl sounded concern. His comm full of worry and the anger at
having to deal with the fleshy.
:Yeah Prowl?: Barricade responded, crouching to pick up the feather. As
he scanned it, noting a high residual of a foreign substance on it.
Which crackled on his fingers.
:Why are you upstairs?: Prowl sounded like he was verging on having a
melt-down.
:Prowl, you need to see this.: Barricade did not pity him for having to
deal with her.
As he glanced at the heavy bars on the windows. The only room in the
house that did. Hearing footsteps then the sharply inhaled "frag." Prowl
stared around the barren and utilitarian bedroom. Not by choice though.
As they heard the fleshling burst in, she gasped "get out of my house."
Stepping towards her, Barricade leaned down and growled in her ear
"listen to me woman and listen to me good. If you ever hurt your nephew
again, I will take you down hard. I don't care if you are a female, you
will go down hard if you lay a hand on that boy." Standing back up, he
smiled coolly down at the pale-faced woman.
"Cade." "I mean it Rowl, if she lays a hand on that boy, she can kiss
her cozy lifestyle away." "Cade!" "What?!" "We've got company."
Glancing up sharply, Barricade heard tires in the driveway. Scanning, he
took note of the anger-filled gaze on the woman's face. Heading down the
steps, Barricade settled himself on the wall next to the door in
preparation to handle the whale.
As his gaze narrowed behind his glasses, saw Prowl holding the woman,
one hand over her mouth. "If you dare bite me woman, I will haul you in
for child abuse and neglect. And assault on a police officer. So behave!"
As the door opened, Barricade tensed, his muscles stiffening.
"Pet honey, I'm home!" He gagged at that, but went into action.
Smirking, Barricade pounced. His three hundred pounds of muscles slammed
into the fat man. Dropping him to the floor unceremoniously, his weight
shook the room. Hearing the man's pained yelp and grunt of air.
"Vernon Dursley, you are under arrest for child abuse." As he pulled the
overweight man arms behind his back, ignoring the pained yelp. Getting
off the tub of lard, Barricade hauled him upwards. Shoving and pushing
the protesting man along, Barricade smirked as nosy neighbors peered
out. Shoving him into his alt-form, Barricade grimaced. After this, he
would have to wash his seats. Sliding in, Barricade saw Prowl exit the
home, gliding over to his car.
"I am an upstanding citizen, how dare you treat me like..."
Turning in his seat, Barricade glared at the human over his sunglasses.
The man whimpered when he saw his glowing red eyes. Barricade smirked at
the scent of fear on the man, he bared his teeth in a dangerous smile.
"You're a freak just like the boy!" "Oh you don't know anything
fleshling. Shut up."
Turning back around, Barricade pulled his alt-form into the street. As
he drove away, he commed Prowl. :Prowl, permission to off-line the
human?: :Negative, we need him.:
Barricade sighed heavily, oh how he wanted to squish this bag of flesh
under one of his servos. Smiling at the images in his processor,
Barricade amused himself with even more violent fantasies. Just because
he defected, does not mean he is a peace-abiding 'bot. He enjoyed a good
scrap or two. His smile darkened at the thoughts rattling about in his
processor.
"B-b-boss man, m-m-m-mind if I c-c-c-come out?" Barricade smiled at the
stuttering tones of his partner, a mech who he would lay his own life on
the line for. He knew Frenzy would do the same for him. Partners to the
very end. Comrades for life.
"Go ahead Frenzy." He smiled at the small holoform, of a teenager.
Dressed in all black with straight black hair and red eyes. Seeing
Dursley yelp in shock as the teen just appeared. Frenzy snorted softly
before he leaned forward to rummage in the glove compartment. Pulling
out a CD.