A/N: Here's chapter 2...Enjoy!

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The silver and red mech panted, pushing and throwing all the bots that were in his path to escape; caring less of the surrounding mechs and femmes growling and yelping at the minor assault. He looked back to see his Master and two of his guards hot at his heels. He whimpered and cursed himself quietly. His whole plan was ruined in a matter of seconds.

At the first sight of the cop car and the Autobot symbol on his chest, he knew that was his one way ticket out of the hell Primus suggested him in. If he could've gotten the cop in a private room together he could've told him his situation and have those hell bringers get what's coming to them. Or so he hoped would've happened…

Tears began falling down his face. Why did this have to happen to him? Why did his creators abandon him to these monsters? Why-

The silver mech yelped as he was suddenly pulled by the arm toward a dark corridor of the club. He cried out and flailed wildly, throwing kicks and punches so fast and so hard he felt his circuits overheating. He took some pride in himself when he sot some hits in, hearing the mechs around him groan and cry in pain.

"Hey now, kid, we just trying to help is all!" one cried out, shielding his face from any blows. The silver mech froze…Who's voice was that? He never heard this mech before. He finally calmed down enough to look up to see two mechs…It was the cop car he tried to seduce earlier and another Autobot!

The cop car sighed in relief as he reached toward the battered mech only for him to shy away.

"It's alright…We're not here to hurt you…We're here to help." he assured, pulling the mech close and looking over his injuries. "You need medical attention for those wounds…" he murmured, wincing at the thought of having his own wings torn like the younger had. The young mech opened his mouth to say something only to freeze in fear with optics wide. Prowl seemed perplexed by this until the silver mech was forcibly pulled form his grasp into another…

The young mech whimpered as a black arm wrapped tightly around his neck and a blaster pressed harshly against his helm. He struggled for breath and clawed at the opposing limb. The mech holding him chuckled and tightened his grip, drawing a gasp of pain.

"Thought you could away from me?" he sneered, shaking the mech a little, all the while ignoring the two blasters that were pointing his way. He grinned and whistled, two large bots running him with their own weapons drawn. "Get 'em, boys!" he ordered, nodding at the two officials. "I got some shit to take care of first…" His minions nodded and charged at the officers while he pulled his struggling slave further down the corridor.

"No! let me go! HELP! HELP!" the silver mech screamed, kicking wildly. His master barked in laughter.

"Help! Help! I'm a dirty little bitch, pleas help me!" he mocked, kicking a door open and throwing his slave through. The silver mech gasped for breath and immediately got to his pedes in attempt to run only to be struck in the back and landing on the floor once more. He groaned, coughing up some Energon. A hand clenched on his shoulder and flung him around on his back. He whimpered as he looked up into the sadistic face of his slaver. The sick mech chuckled lowly.

"If you think the beatings I gave you before were harsh then you ain't seen nothing yet…" he sneered and descended on his prey…

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Prowl ducked down, barely missing the blade of his opponent. The blade cut through the wall above his helm, leaving a deep slash.

"C'mere!" the red mech growled, throwing himself of the cop bot, causing them both to crash to the floor.

"Jazz! A little help here?!" Prowl yelled, struggling against the other to keep the blade for slicing his helm open. His partner in arms growled, jumping out of the way of several rounds from his green opponent.

"I'm a little preoccupied myself if you catch my drift!" Jazz called back, pulling out his own blaster and shooting the mech. The green mech grinned, activating a built in shield in his arm and successfully blowing off the lasers. Jazz cursed loudly, throwing his blaster at the mech. The other laughed and dodge it, turning back to the black and white officer to be met by a fist knocking his square in the jaw, sending him flying and crashing into and through the wall. The unconscious mech landed in the middle of the club room to gasps and shrieks. His red companion soon joined him as he was flung through the newly made hole in the wall and landed on top of him. The two groaned before slumping into the state off knock out.

Prowl and Jazz walked cautiously through the hole with their weapons drawn, ignoring the terrified murmurs and whispers from their 'spectators'. prowl sighed, looking down at the two mechs on the floor before kneeling down and pulling out two pairs of stasis cuffs. A loud screech of pain rang through the club, startling its occupants into cries of their own. Prowl froze in realization.

"The mech…" he murmured, looking at his hands. How could he have forgotten about him?

"What?" Jazz asked, placing a hand on his partner's shoulder. Prowl immediately shoved it off and got to his feet.

"The mech they were after!" he yelled, pushing past him and running in the direction he saw the black mech take the young mech. "Jazz," he called back. "Finish things here and join me at the back of the club!"

Prowl dashed down the dark hallway, following the cries to their source. The cries got louder and louder, more pained-filled then the last. He then came to a screeching halt and kicked open the door and ran out the club and looked around. The alleyway was dark and cold and more importantly…empty.

"What the-" he was cut short to a blaster fire connecting with his back. He cried out in pain and stumbled forward, pulling out his own blaster and swirling around. A punch to the face greeted him, causing him to fall to the floor and drop his blaster. The mech above him grinned, placing his pede on the falling officer's chest and pressing down, drawing a small grunt. He then leaned forward with a grin.

"So what did ya think was going to happen tonight, 'Bot?" the golden-optic mech leered, fingers tapping on his blaster. "Did ya think you were gonna stop me? Cuff me up and throw away the key? Be the big hero by saving the little bitch that cant do shit, not even be a good whore? Hmm?"

Prowl growled, optics dimming in anger. "Where's the kid?"

The mech grinned, low chuckles growing into laughter as he threw his head back and cackled like Unicron himself. "My little slave? Why? You looking for a one nighter? Cuz' after the beating I gave him I'm sure he'd love to oblige to me…"

"You evil son of a glitch…" Prowl sneered, trying to rise up only for the mech to press his pede harder into him as he leaned down and retrieved the officer's weapon. He smirked wickedly and pointed it dead aim in between Prowl's optics.

"Thought the killing would be more enjoyable if you died at the hand of your own weapon…" With that, the mech powered up the blaster, readying for the end of the 'Bot. "Bye, bye, copper…" He pulled the trigger and Prowl offlined his optics, waiting for the heat and darkness of death. But it never came… He onlined his optics and looked up. A part of him wished he never did.

There standing above him was the battered, bloody silver and red mech, standing in between the black mech and him with a deep smoking whole in his chest. He took the blast for him. The golden optic mech sneered, back handing the unmoving mech, launching him to a heap on the floor.

"Got what you deserve, you little-" a punch square to the jaw shut him up. He looked up only to be met by another punch and another and another. A barrage of viscous punches greeted him even as he laid helpless on the floor with the officer above him. Prowl roared in anger, attacking the mech with blind fury that he didn't know he carried.

After a few moments into the attack, Prowl felt several pair of hands grab him and force him off of the slave master. "No! no! no! no! let me go! Let me get that son of a glitch!" he roared struggling against his 'restraints'. he felt a pair of hands latch onto his shoulders and hold him forcibly down. The mech looked up into the soft yet hard look of his commander.

"Prowl," his commander said, patting his shoulder softly. "It's over…"

Prowl shook his head. "Optimus he-"

Optimus hushed him with a hand. "I know what happened…"

Prowl nodded and looked over his commanding officer's shoulder to see Jazz placing the unconscious form of the mech into the back of the medical officer, Ratchet.

"Ratchet has stabilized him for the time being…The blast didn't hit his spark but hit vital circuitry all the same…" Prime informed him, pulling Prowl out of his thoughts. "We're taking him back to base to be tended to." Prime saw his second-in-commands worried face. "He'll survive…Ratchet will make sure of it…" he assured him.

"And after he heals?" Prowl asked, looking up at his masked commander.

"What happens next is up to him…" Optimus answered, he and the SIC transforming and following the medic and the TIC back to base.

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A/N: kinda OOC of Prowl but everyone has there moments...Read and Review please!!! and if you're gonna fav or put on alert please review first! thank u!