The infuriated grey mech roared loudly as he lunged forwards to grab hold of the retreating Seeker's neck. Tossing him like he was a peice of scrap metal, he flew through the air, colliding with the wall located by a corner. Toppling to the floor, Starscream scrambled franticaly into the corner as Megatron made his way over to the Magenta Seeker, striding irritably.
Megatron's optics were ignited, rage bubbling in those deadly maroon opticals. A large shadow was cast over quivering, smaller, and younger Mech. Bringing his large ped up, the tyrant stomped down on the form below him. Grunting in pain, Starscream gripped his now injured side. Megatron struck down again, grabbing onto the other Decepticon's wrists with one, large ebony servo, tugging him up.
Throwing him onto his knees, Megatron planted his own right knee on his lower back. Pressing his weight down the secure him in place, the large servos gripped, at the base, the top of his right, delicate wing. Megatron was so enraged, he didn't notice what he was doing to his own charge.
Starscream had no clue what he had done this time. He had just been taking a walk through the many rooms of these mines, and apparently had walked into the wrong room at the wrong time. Megatron had looked furious. The Prince had been told by Blitzwing that Megatron went out on a secret mission, alone. No further intel afterwards.
To all of Starscream's horrors, Megatron's left servo was now planted right beside the other, which said left servo was harshly gripping the top base of his wing... And the Overlord was ripping downwards. The wing was to be ripped clean off.. Well, that's what was planned. As soon as the ripping had begun, Starscream was screaming. Tears had made their way to his squeezed shut optics, trailing down his pale face.
Energon flowed as soon as it all started. Waves of excruciating pain was sent to the core of Megatron's spark. And these waves were being sent from Starscream, showing, telling Megatron that he was in severe agony. Until that very moment, Megatron had been blind with rage. Now he had realized his doings.. To his own son... Shocked, he released his vice grip on the wing.
Energon dripped off of his servos. How.. How did he not realized who's screaming that was..? That he was trying to rip off his own child's wing? Taking a hesitated step back, he watched energon pulse from the wound, dripping all over the floor. Collapsing to his side, Starscream curled up, sobbing his optics out. By now, an energon puddle had formed around the Seeker.
Starscream had never felt any kind of pain like this before... And he never cries. Ever. What Megatron did, was unbearable. Finally, Megatron could move again, as he kelt down rather quickly to pick up his Seeker. Sitting in the floor on his knees, he pulled Starscream to his chassis. Starscream had his optics shut, but tears still fell.
Megatron had no idea what to do. The Deathlord never has delt with crying.. Just killing and hate. He held him close to his chest, sort of rocking back and forth in a soothing sort of way, softly shushing him. Looking around awkwardly, then looking back down at Starscream, he rose to his feet, still holding him close. Quickly starting off towards the Med Bay, he sent waves of comfort and reassurance as he went.
Entering, Megatron had his usual look of seriousness placed upon his face. Knock Out looked up from his data-pad, his expression focused,
"What can I do for- Oh.." He saw Starscream, his face turning from serious to concerned. His optics widened, and he rushed over to the berth where Megatron had put Starscream.
"Fix him.. Now." Megatron commanded, turning away. He couldn't look at his son right now. He was too angry with himself to do anything at the moment...