Pain. Unbearable pain.
Cylas woke to this, screaming in agony. Eyes –the previous robot's, not his own –saw Knock Out pulling away from him, injection canister in hand and a sneer on his faceplate.
"Oh, good," he smirked. "My slow-acting acid works fine."
At least a dozen swears jumped to Cylas' head, but he bit his lip. It definitely felt like acid.
The Decepticon medic had been using the Cylas/ Breakdown hybrid as a test subject ever since the techno-organic had displeased Lord Megatron. And, may he add, Cylas was doing rather well. Knock Out had already discovered how many volts of electricity a Cybertronian body could handle before shorting out, and how much liquid nitrogen it took to completely freeze one's body.
Not that it was relevant. Knock Out just loved to torture the murderer of his best friend.
And Cylas knew it. Numerous times he'd tried to appeal to the medic as Breakdown, normally ending with Knock Out simply ignoring him. Through the pain he decided to try it again out of desperation.
"Knock Out," he groaned, switching to breakdown's voice synthesizer. "Please release me. I beg of you." He despised being reduced to begging. He was the great Silas of M.E.C.H! Not some pitiful Vehicon or Starscream! But the will to survive was greater than the need for dignity.
Knock Out ignored him, as usual.
Cylas whimpered piteously. "Please, old friend. You're hurting me."
"ENOUGH!"
Cylas quieted at Knock Out's roar, the pain in his systems even subsiding a bit.
The red 'Con's optics were blazing, servos clenched to the breaking point, dentals grinding. "Don't you dare imitate Breakdown, you fraggin' flesh-bag." He growled, stepping closer. "You butchered him, you tortured him, you stole his parts and built," he gestured furiously to the patchwork body where Cylas was now residing, "this grotesque figure, and," he gave a disgusted chuckle, "the best part, my best friend is now keeping you alive."
Knock Out leaned in so close Cylas could feel him venting in anger. "You do not deserve to be alive," he hissed dangerously. "Yet here you are. So I WILL make your final moments as painful as I can, just so you can feel exactly what Breakdown felt."
"But I am Breakdown!" Cylas tried to protest as the distress in his internals intensified.
The medic paused and Cylas felt victorious. Knock Out was showing sentiment. Release was sure to come.
But he just said a low, scary, "No." His back was turned to Cylas, but his head faced the hybrid. "No, Breakdown was a great mech. You," Knock Out looked away, optics cold and hard. "You're just pathetic."
He flipped a switch on a control panel and Cylas could feel his mechanisms shutting down.
"Knock Out," he tried again. "Please."
The scarlet mech almost scoffed. "You know, Cylas." The last thing Cylas heard was "You're no Breakdown.
