Er, my first time writing for transformers, please don't attack me if it sucks!
He felt energon fill his throat and coughed before he could stop himself, drops of his bright, fluorescent body fluid spraying into the air, sprinkling onto the ground like some twisted version of the stars, tiny droplets of glowing light against a black backdrop. Smoke filled his wheezy, rattling intakes, only making him cough more. There was a flutter in his abdomen and he winced.
The femme frowned as she pulled back her fist, having just punched the pathetic mech before her in the chest, right above the spark chamber. "Ready to talk yet, Starscream?" she spat his name like one might say some horrible disease, like cosmic rust or cybonic plague.
Exhausted blue optics stared back at her. Though they were beaten and streaming from the smoke and pain alike, they were determined as ever. "Never." He hissed.
She struck him across the face before he could even blink, more precious energon flying out of his mouth. He felt it coming up again, and knew he had to have some serious internal damage to be coughing up this much precious lifeblood.
"You will talk," she growled, stalking back and forth before him like some kind of predator. In the Seeker's opinion, she was. "Before I make you."
He somehow managed to scoff. "Do whatever you want to me, Autobot. I will never betray my decepticons. I would rather offline."
He saw her wings twitch. "Offline?" she purred. "Now, there's an idea."
Her left servo turned into a blade, reaching forward and slicing his cheek, deep but not long. He squirmed. With her right servo still being a servo, she reached forward and took a swipe of the energon now tickling down from his fresh cut. She took the precious lifeblood of all cybertronians and made a mark on his round, swollen belly, a simple dashed line.
He felt his spark begin to run cold. "Wh-What are you…?!"
"Let's face it, Screamy," she giggled, as if this was all in good fun. "I'm pretty sure nothing I do to you will make you crack. But, what about your precious unborn sparklings?"
"Y-You wouldn't!"
"Oh, wouldn't I? Let's find out." She took something off a nearby table, a mouth clamp and a blow torch. He began to struggle as it was welded over his mouth. "I hear you seekers are incredibly protective of your young, and will do anything to protect them. Is that true?"
He began to scream at her.
"What's that?" she teased, circling the energon line she'd drawn with one fingertip. "I'm sorry, I can't seem to hear you. Speak up."
The decepticon air commander struggled violently as her servo turned into a blade again. He shrieked through the clamp, yelling the information she wanted. But it was too late. She lifted her blade…
And swung down with terrifying precision and accuracy, slicing open his abdomen, cutting deep into his gestation chamber. Transfluid and energon flew. Starscream, true to his name, yelled and screeched to the heavens above as seven half created protoforms came tumbling out of him, spilling across the floor. Tears flooded his optics as he watched his precious unborn sparklings wither and die before his very optics.
Arcee laughed gleefully, genuinely enjoying herself. His entire body went limp and began to shake. "Oh yes," she grinned. "I do believe I've broken you."
…I'm gonna go cry in the corner now.