Autobot Base, 3rd POV
Everyone looked over as June Darby suddenly drove into base. The woman stepped out of the car.
Her face was stained with tears.
She quickly went up to the 'bots, who looked at her with concern.
"Please, tell me you've seen Jack...!"
The Nemisis, Jack's POV
I sat on my hands and knee's as another storm of coughing hit me, shaking me to my core. Blood came up my throat to drip from my lips to the glowing white floor, staining it dark red.
I didn't know how long it'd been since I had been shoved into the machine, a couple hours, at least. My ribs had all but shattered, along with many other bones, piercing my skin and clothes.
Why was this happening to me? Why did Megatron think that I was meant to be, not human, but Cybertronian?
I gave a weak, muffled groan of pain when another bone snapped, a splinter of it breaking through my skin.
I looked down at my left forearm. A small sliver of bone peaked out of the skin, white but stained with blood.
I gently gripped the shard, shut my eyes tightly, and tugged it out. I let it lay delicately in my hand, and I stared at it.
It hadn't hurt so much. It had no longer been connected to the main bone it had come from, and had felt more like a flu shot than anything. Compared to the pain I felt through the rest of my body, it was nothing.
Another crack came, and I collapsed onto my side, my breathing shallow and labored. My hand lay open, palm up with the shard of bone still resting in it.
Soon, my body began to shift. The sickening sound of breaking and twisting bones along with the scrape of metal made my strugling renew. I was able to fight off the transformation for awhile, and I could see Knockout's shock on his faceplates. But soon, the transformation overcame me, and it took all my restraint to keep from shuting my hand and crushing the bone shard.
I shut my eyes tightly, fighting to keep the scream in my throat from escaping.
Suddenly, it all stoped. all the pain just...
Vanished...
The machine shut off while I continued to lay there, fighting to breathe. I slowly opened my eyes, and flinched as a bright light was shone in them. A clicking came as my...m-my optics slowly adjusted.
"Hm, everything seems to be in order."
That was Knockout's voice.
Soon I was able to see properly. He was holding the shard of bone in his fingers delicately. He then crushed it. The last part of my human life.
I snapped.
With a enraged scream, I lashed out, making the red 'con fly into the glass of the machine and shattering it. I slowly stood, feeling rage pulsing through me. I shot forward, punching and kicking, even clawing at the mech with my new grown talons of metal.
"ENOUGH!"
My fist stopped, inches from Knockout's dented faceplates.
3rd POV
Megatron was pleased to see that, despite going through immense pain, that Jack was still able to fight. His spirit was strong, no doubt about that.
The tall, lean mech looked at Megatron, stormy blue-grey optics dark and dangerous as he glared at the warlord.
A few vehicons came into the room to grab Jack, who thrashed around, but was forced to cease.
Megatron moved forward to examine Jack. He was a bit taller than the Autobot, Bubmblebee. He was also quite lean, his shoulders not so broad. His plating was a pure, unstained white, lined with black tinted glass. The 'bot's face still held it's youth, and the plates angled in a delicate manner. His servos (hands, in case you didn't know) were clawed, though not as dangerous as Megatron's own talons. He was a triple changer, the 'con lord noted as he used a single claw to lift the teen 'bot's head.
Jack glared at Megatron with enough hate to make even Unicron himself quiver, and Megatron chuckled darkly before looking at the vehicons.
"Take him to his quarters, I want three guards on duty at the door at all times." He comanded as he dragged his claw away, scratching the white paint slightly and making Jack shudder at the scrapping sound of metal on metal.
The vehicon's bowed deeply before dragging Jack away.
Autobot Base, 3rd POV
Arcee stared blankly at the wall across from her, optics dim with sadness.
How could this have happend? How could Jack have been taken so suddenly from her?
"Arcee?"
The blue femme looked down in surprise to see Raf, staring up at her.
"Yeah?"
"It...It's not your fault. What happend to Jack, I mean." Raf said shyly. Arcee blinked, and Raf gave a shy, supportive smile.
"He'll be okay, I know he will."
Arcee gently lifted the small boy, and Raf patted her wrist comfortingly. She then held the small boy close as she finally let a single tear of energon fall.
The Nemisis, Jack's POV
I growled in frustration as I paced before the large window, staring out of it angrily.
I'd been locked in a room, for two hours at least. I kept wondering why I'd been put, not in a prison cell, but a plain, normal looking room. In the corner there was a bed, or berth, as Ratchet had once called them, and a cube of energon on a metal table.
I refused to touch the energon, knowing there might be a chance that there was poison in it.
I finally stopped pacing, and went over to sit on the berth, burrying my face in my hands.
I still couldn't wrap my head around it. Why had Megatron decided to pay attention to a human? I knew, everyone knew, that he hated humans. So why did he suddenly decide to have a fraging machine built to change me?
My eyes flicked up when the door hissed open, and I scowled when Megatron stepped into the room. As he moved forward, the door closed and locked once again. I stood, watching him warily.
"Relax, child. I do not wish to harm you...unless you decide to dissobey me." He said. This did little to ease my mind, and my hands clentched into fists at my sides.
I watched him carefully as he moved to stand before the large window, hands clasped behind his back. It was silent for a moment before I finally gained enough courage to speak.
"Why?"
He looked at me in confusion, and I clarrified.
"Why did you change me into a Cybertronian? Why did you even give a damn about me? You hate humans, everyone knows that."
He chuckled, making my spine crawl.
"I have told you the reason. You were never meant to be human."
"That explains nothing." I hissed in reply. He chuckled again.
"I see. You wonder why I went to the trouble of having a machine created to change you, why I decided to use precious time to change you." He stated, and I simply nodded slowly.
He was silent for a moment.
"Each time I fight your Autobot friends, I find myself realizing just how strong they are, how each time I fight, I'm more unlikely to return. I have no SIC to take my place, and decided that, should my spark be snuffed, I would rather have one chosen and trained by myself to replace me. An heir, to be more precise."
I raised my brows in shock, an heir.
He wanted me as a FRAGING heir?
Megatron turned to face me.
"After our two previous encounters, I've seen how strong you are. You have a will to rival Prime's, you are intelegent, brave, as well as honorable. That is what I have been seeking for in an heir. And while you remain loyal to those Autobot scum, I know that under the right conditions, one can learn quickly."
I snapped.
"You think you can just train me to abandon my family? That is the most fragging stupid thing I've ever heard! If you think you can make me change, make me loyal to you, bow to your wishes, then you are insane!" I screamed angrily.
Megatron stared at me, and I thought he would attack me, but he shocked me when he laughed.
It wasn't a dark chuckle, but a full throated, roaring, bellowing laugh.
"Ah, believe me boy, that will change."
I glared at him.
"Like HELL it will."