I forgot to upload this for Halloween! It originally was going to be a one-shot, but it's turning into something longer than what I originally planned. I'll try to keep it less than 10 chapters so it doesn't interfere with Son of Iron.


Jack opened his eyes, squinting against the bright light above him. His head throbbed and his neck ached. What happened? He remembered walking home from work since Arcee was scouting, but he never made it. There was brakes squealing and then his vision went black after a sharp pain at the base of his skull.

"Well well, look who's awake."

He knew that voice. Uh no.

"I never got to thank you for running me over with that train."

Knockout.

"I think it's about time I returned the favor...tenfold."

Jack looked over towards Knockout's voice. The red mech was wiping a scalpel clean. He could see a small scoop-like object. He had seen something like that in the hospital, couldn't remember what it's for though.

Knockout smirked at him, "Now, should I do something that will change you completely, or should I do something to scar your little two-wheeler." Tapping a digit against his chin to feigned contemplation.

A shiver ran up and down Jack's spine. He didn't want to know what the Decepticon will do. He watched Knockout make a show of coming to a conclusion.

"Ah! How about both." His red and black optics glared down with a shine of glee, "I'll take out your eyes first and send them in a nice package for your two-wheeler." He smiled widely, showing off his pointed denta, "Don't worry, I'll make sure you survive the surgery."

Jack never noticed that Knockout replaced the scalpel with the scoop until it was in his face and digging into his right eye socket. Jack shouted in fright and tried to pry Knockout's servos off him. That's when he felt the wires holding down his limbs.

"Now now, don't struggle." Knockout cooed sadistically, "Don't want me to hit something important."

Jack gritted his teeth so hard it felt like they were cracking under the pressure. Finally, Knockout got the right angle and the scoop slid in. Jack kicked out on reflex and screamed. The cold steel scraping against his eye, forcing it up as it dug in deeper, stung worse than anything Jack had ever felt. The pressure from the scoop intensified until finally it disappeared. Jack clenched his eyes shut. Something large rolled over his cheek bone, leaving a moist path until it hung at his temple. It didn't take a genius to know it was his eye.

A thought crossed his mind on how he could still see with that eye, even with it hanging from his head and his eyelids shut tight. He felt the scoop withdraw from his socket, and Knockout almost gently pick up his eye. Then he was in more pain and his vision went black. He screamed again and tried to pull his hands and feet from their hold. Blood spilled from the socket and the pain was horrible.

"One down," Jack heard liquid splash and looked back over to the tray that the scoop and scalpel were laying. A jar of some kind of liquid was now sitting there, with his eye slowly rising and falling, "One to go."

Knockout held Jack's head still and began removing the other eye. He smiled in sadistic satisfaction. The second eye came out with less effort, the tears helped in lubricating the way. The mech quickly snipped the connection and dropped the organic orb in the jar with its twin. He watched as tears and blood mixed together, quickly searching the reason why the older blood started darkening. He found the sight fascinating, and couldn't wait to finish his plan. But first,

"Time to stop the bleeding." He transformed a servo into a torch, setting the flame to a smaller size. He leaned over and grabbed what was left of the nerve. The human twitched and writhed at the feeling of the raw nerve being touched. Oh how much pain would come from cauterizing the nerves.

Jack tried to catch his breath and stop the sobbing. He grunted in pain as Knockout grabbed the nerves, then screamed at the searing heat as the nerves were cauterized. He didn't feel the wires digging into his wrist and ankles. What had he done to deserve this?

"There we go." Jack could barely understand what Knockout was saying, "You'll get your meal after I deliver these to your friend."

Knockout was a little disappointed that the human had passed out after he said that, but shrugged it off. The boy would probably be conscious when he returned.


I hope you all enjoyed this. I found that I like messing with Jack's life.

Reviews and PM's are greatly appreciated, and I will try to answer any questions.