A/N: Here, have a Knock Out character study! He's, uh, really really creepy here. So yeah. Anyways, I think the ending is kind of sudden, but most of it is pretty good, IMO. As usual, if you find any spelling or grammar errors (or if you have a beef with my characterization) please tell me! Concrit is always welcome. :)
Warnings: Violence/critical injuries, abuse of medical power, torture (none of the preceding are extremely explicit or gory)
Disclaimer: Transformers is not mine in any way, shape, or form.
The Purest Power
Knock Out loved power. Oh, not political power, or the power that comes from leading troops, or any power, really, that held connotations of leadership and of responsibility. No, he loved the raw power of a jailer over his prisoners, or the power a mech finds on the battlefield when his opponent is at his mercy. And the greatest, purest power of all, in his mind, was the control a medic had over his patients. When they lay on his berths, optics offline or half-crazed with pain, bodies torn and metal rent apart, he was in control. With a flick of his scalpel, a flick of a switch, their sparks would gutter and die hearing the unfeeling scream of the spark-monitor's alarm.
But he never did that – at least, not most of the time. Oh no, it was far more exhilarating to open them up as they lay still, bound by thick cuffs or by the quieter chains of anesthetic, and to feel every exquisite system they had, whether thrumming with the normal rhythm of their sparkpulse or the tortured tempo a Cybertronian's body made when it was broken by shrapnel, or crushed under the collapsing roof of a hideaway. He had complete and total control of all the living metal that comprised an Autobot or a Decepticon , all in his hands, too fragile to wield the powerful guns of the front-liners, and yet infinitely more dangerous. All their wires and fuel tanks and circuits in his hands, all so durable when hidden away by armor, hiding the true beauty of their fragility and the power that gave him, and it was so hard to resist showing that to the mechs who passed through his medbay.
But he resisted – at least, most of the time.