A/N I will now commence the power of SUSPENSE! *lololol~* Okay, this is really just a sneak-peek, I'm not done with the real story yet e_e Just...take this and prepare to wait for the real story XD Read and review!
…"N-n-n-no, s-stop…please…"…
Smokescreen's optics flew open.
"Wh….wha..?" He murmured, trying to sit up. He found that he couldn't. Venting a quick intake, he looked around once his optics were clear again. "What?" He struggled against the restraints keeping him against the tilted berth. He could say no more, stunned into speechlessness.
The room was dark, and he couldn't see too far, but he could make out a few things. A table was in the shadows to his left. There were some shiny things on it, but he couldn't tell what they were…
Strong restraints held his wrists, ankles, neck, and waist down in spread eagle. The young mech struggled vainly, only succeeding in making himself tired. He gave a grunt of frustration, trying again to peer through the dark.
Suddenly, a door opened to his right. Smokescreen whipped his helm around to look…
Dark chuckling filled the room eerily. Smokescreen narrowed his optics in disgust. He knew that voice. "Knockout," He spat contemptuously, saying it as if it was a bad taste in his mouth. The very mech walked into view at that moment…
…Smokescreen's spark beat faster. He felt he knew what was coming. His mind raced and he felt his stomach tank lurch.
"What are you going to do to me?" He blurted, nervousness making his voice waver in the higher notes. Fear filled his optics. Knockout only grinned wider, revealing spotless white denta.
"Why, what do you think? Look around yourself," Knockout purred evilly, giving the command for the lights to turn on. Smokescreen's jaw dropped, unable to even gasp…
…"What is it? Nervous? Oh, don't worry about it. I'll let you live longer, and besides, we'll have fun," The Decepticon 'medic' smiled genuinely, but a disturbing twinkle remained in his optics. Smokescreen felt himself slack. No. No, no no no no no no no no. NO. NO! Mortification and horror made his optics grow even wider and his mouth opened. It was the terror that made him tremble. His breath shivered in his throat, and he found it difficult to breathe.
"No! NO! LET ME GO!" He shrieked, fighting the loops of metal holding him down…
"NO! NO!" Smokescreen cried out, his wrists and ankles smearing with more energon as he fought. Knockout laughed…
More and more yells of agony made Smokescreen's throat sore, not that he cared anymore. Tears fell from his optics.
He blubbered plea after plea for it to stop, but nothing came. Energon spilled from all over. And though his energon reserves were getting so impossibly low, pouring from his gashes onto the ground, he felt his stomach tank begin to purge again. Closing his optics, he felt energon rush nauseatingly past his throat, making a sickening gurgling sound. He threw up all over himself again. Red warnings flashed across his vision that energon levels were getting low. Not that he could do anything about it.
"KNOCKOUT! STOP! PLEASE!" He sobbed when he wasn't screaming. Darkness clouded his mind, and so did the impossible agony. He thought it was impossible for any bot to stand this much pain, that pain like this existed. Yet there he was, trying and almost failing to endure it. He could hardly see Knockout sadistically push the dagger into his chassis, ripping it out just to mercilessly stab him again. No, NO! STOP! PLEASE STOP! He was helpless as he watched him laugh. Knockout slashed the blade across the young mech's chestplates for a final time. With a shriek, the Autobot fell unconscious, falling back onto the berth with a small, metallic clatter...
Make it stop...
A/N Read and review! :D I'll update as soon as I get the story done...
This is either to make Smokescreen fangirls cry, laugh, or be forever scarred, to make Smokescreen haters either finally feel pity for him, or be happy, and to make Knock Out fangirls either weep or be forever satisfied. cx