Chapter 3! WARNING: This chapter is not for the faint of heart/easily nauseated!
For those of you who are not like that, enjoy! :)
A/N: For this version of Knock Out, whenever it is mentioned that he has huge dentia, do not assume "huge" as if bucktoothed or something like that. His dentia are sharpened, each and every one of them, and he can inject poison and acid through them, similar to Airachnid but not quite...his poison is like agony liquefied, subjecting its opponent to the most pain they have ever experienced in their life.
He was scared.
No, not scared.
Terrified.
Soundwave had subjected him to the worst of punishments. All because of a petty dispute. But then again, the faceless mech was known for being cold and sparkless, not minding at all when someone died from an order, as long as they achieved the given objective.
He would have taken any other form of retribution, but to be given to Knock Out, of all mechs...
A shudder ran through him, his armor flaring from his frame in his fear. No, he should not be feeling this. Fear was not something he had.
Oh, but now... yes, fear was something he truly had. He admitted it. He was terrified beyond belief. Knock Out was nearly as sparkless as Soundwave and was more sadistic than Megatron. To be caught within his reach when he was in a terrifyingly bored and murderous mood was worse than being subjected to burn eternally in the pits.
"Hello, my dear Seeker." The words came, faint and rasping. Primus, he was so close. He shuddered as thin, ice-cold digits trailed lightly against his armor.
"You glitched-up pile of slag! When I get out of this I'll -"
A scream tore from him as long, razor sharp claws tore into his side, twisting, curling, shredding the circuitry. He let out a garbled whine of pain as the hot Energon poured from the wound, dripping out and over the berth.
"You will do what, you pathetic excuse for a Decepticon?" The medic's voice lowered suddenly, filled with hatred and disturbing amusement. He could see his faceplate looming over him, glowing an almost ghostly white as the dim light reflected off of his huge dentia. "You cannot do a thing. You are at my mercy."
"Mercy?" Nightscar laughed, only to be cut off by a harsh cough as he choked slightly on the Energon rising in his systems. "You don't even know the meaning of the word!"
Knock Out growled, his optics flashing with enough raw fury that it made the slightly shorter mech restrained to the berth beneath him hesitate. The medic did not respond to Nightscar's comment, instead turning away and vanishing from view.
Nightscar waited, panting heavily and slightly dizzy from the Energon gushing from his wound. He had provoked Knock Out. He knew he was going to die very soon. Knock Out was not one to be taken in to account lightly. The mech could hold a grudge -
A yelp of shock and pain escaped his vocalizer as a servo was shoved into his newly acquired wound. He turned his helm to see the medic, who was grinning eerily at him as he flexed his claws deep within him. Nightscar howled in pain, arching off of the berth even as the medic's talons tore through more vital circuitry. He watched in horror as the towering black mech brought his claws to his mouth, tracing his glossa over them as he licked them clean of his captive's lifeblood. When Knock Out noticed him watching, he narrowed his optics, filled with insanity and pleasure, and continued to lick the blood clean off of his claws.
"You...you sick, pit bound -"
A clicking, rumbling sound filled the air, and the medic's servo transformed into a silver buzz saw, its massive teeth glinting with the tell-tale gloss of the Agony Poison the mech was so infamous for.
"I do not know why you continue to run that mouth of yours." The medic snarled, leaning so close that Nightscar could feel the torturer's icy ex-vents. "There is nothing you can say or do that will stop me."
Nightscar gasped, cycling air through his rapidly overheating frame. "Then you're a stickler...for the rules...aren't you...?"
The medic was eerily silent after that, and Nightscar could see his slightly hazed optics, knowing Knock Out was lost deep in his thoughts.
Thoughts that were centered around the joyous idea of Nightscar's gruesome death.
The door to the medical bay opened. A large navy blue mech entered, his yellow-orange optics burning. Fear pierced Nightscar's spark, and he struggled to get free, the task becoming more inconsequential and irrational by the nanosecond.
"Knock Out," he rumbled. "What have you been doing? We need to -" He cut off as he saw the restrained Seeker. "Oh." The massive mech smirked, nearly as frightening as his partner's, as a low chuckle escaped him. "You got a new experiment."
"More like a new prize." Knock Out rumbled as his partner placed a loving servo on his own, leaning into the touch.
Nightscar found it repulsive that a being such as Knock Out could have a partner.
"What is he in for?"
"Soundwave let me have him. He disrespected two other commanders."
"Why didn't you tell me? We could be doing this together." Breakdown stared at the medic. "Who?" he continued as he eyed the black jet, his optics flashing with unrestrained amusement.
"Dreadwing and Airachnid. I do not care for Airachnid, but this little Seeker did not follow Dreadwing's orders." The medic's powerful engines rumbled, and he flared his wings, batting his companion's servo.
"Hmm." Breakdown released the slimmer medic, keeping his pupil-less gaze on Nightscar. While Breakdown was not as insane as his companion, his sanity was doubted by most, and being stared at by a mech who was known to beat his victims to a pulpy mess of scrap metal whenever he felt like it did not help that feeling. Nightscar was wondering what he was thinking.
"What, Breakdown?" Knock Out snarled, but it was not as filled with anger as it should have been.
The navy mech grinned, exposing flashing white dentia. "I think I'll stay and watch. Maybe contribute."
Knock Out smirked, facing Nightscar. "Are you ready for your lesson?"
Nightscar snarled, optics narrowing. He shuddered as the freezing digits traced his exposed circuitry.
"Oh." He could hear the grin in Breakdown's voice. "Did you do that? Was there enough left for me?"
Nightscar heard Knock Out's growl and images of his huge dentia covered in his lifeblood flashed through his processor. An involuntary whimper escaped him.
"Not really. There is not enough. Most of it has congealed." The long talons traced the exposed wound, making his armor draw tight against his frame. Knock Out's talons were nearly as acidic as Airachnid's, and each new shallow scrape he received was more painful than the last with the poison crawling through his veins.
But oh -how these mechs were unnerving. They were so frightening when they were apart.
Now they were together.
That meant Nightscar would be suffering for a while.
He watched warily as Knock Out approached him, his buzz saw and dentia extended. Primus, he was going to use both his saw and his fangs. He shuttered his optics as the blade plunged deep into his servo, and a scream of agonizing pain tore from his vocalizer, laced with static. His internal systems were failing from loss of massive amounts of Energon. His processor was swimming, but he was aware enough to feel the pain.
But then, it all stopped suddenly.
He cracked open his optics. Knock Out was looming over him, his pale, ghostly faceplates contrasting against his black armor. Feral hunger blazed in the burning depths of his gaze. The saw still revved within him, making him cry out as it tore through additional circuitry and Energon lines. He saw Breakdown behind his lover, watching with sickening and morbid fascination and amusement. But, despite the screaming of his newly acquired captive, the medic was completely still and silent.
"Knock Out?" It seemed Breakdown was somewhat unnerved by the medic's sudden stop. His yellow optics narrowed as he approached. Knock Out turned and snarled viciously, sensing his approach, and the navy mech hesitated.
"Wait." The medic spoke, his voice a dangerous murmur.
Wait for what? Nightscar wanted to demand, feeling unease sink deep into his spark.
The triple changer seemed to read his mind and faced him. Oh, Primus, that grin.
Breakdown watched with his helm tilted, his optics blazing and dentia flashing. "Knock Out..." The faintest hint of amusement filled his voice.
The Seeker flared his wings wide, his intense stare giving Nightscar chills. What was going to happen? Why were they so excited -?
Suddenly Knock Out lunged, towering over the restrained experiment. His dentia were extended as far as they could go. Oh, Primus, he was going to -!
Acid fire erupted all over his body. No...it tore through his very being. He screamed and screamed as the poison carved its way throughout his chassis; he arched off of the berth as the toxic substance began burning his internals. He could taste it, burning his glossa...oh, how he wished he could just purge his tanks and get rid of it... anything to get rid of it. His HUD flashed insistent warnings that his body was overheating too much for him to handle, and despite his internal fans being at top speed, there was not enough, not enough. Knock Out's fangs and claws tore into his neck, his chest, any uninjured place available. The scorching liquid flew through him. Oh, the pain, the agony. Above him, the medic snarled, the noise rumbling through his distressed chassis, making his screams intensify. In the background he could barely make out Breakdown's laughter, making his tanks lurch at the thought of someone enjoying his pain.
Then, it stopped. The fire dulled, a beast confined in a cage, sated until some lone object wrench it from the thin slumber in which it lay. Nightscar unveiled his gaze, and horror shot through his spark. His armor -his once beautiful, glossy armor- was destroyed. Patches of corroded metal covered him, the places where the burning of the twisted work of the poison had been the strongest. The pieces were jagged, black holes, gaping mouths like an embodiment of the Pit itself, the deepest exposing strands of partial wires and non-vital, smaller organs.
"Why...?" Nightscar's vocalizer refused to work properly, the query coming out as a garbled, hazy slur of a barely formed word and crackling static.
Knock Out hissed above him, red and black optics flashing maniacally. His grin was still there, yet Nightscar was too exhausted to care.
"Oh, my dear Nightscar...you know what you are here for."
Without warning, the icy claws sunk deep into the restrained Seeker's chest. Nightscar screamed shockingly loud, but Knock Out did not care. Continuing to sink his poisonous talons deep into the chestplates of his beloved experiment, he leaned close. A thin glossa shot out, trailing against Nightscar's faceplate and leaving a cold, fiery trail in its wake as it lapped up the Energon covering the slick metal. With a forceful, painful jerk, the medic tore open the Seeker's chassis, savoring the scent of fresh Energon. Nightscar gasped -whether in horror, pain, or shame, it could have been all of them -as his spark was exposed.
A fading ball of energy, the spark of the Mad Doctor's newest prize pulsed weakly. It was a swirling mass of silver, black, and red, jerking around in its housing as it displayed its owner's fear and agony for the world to see. Nightscar sucked in rapid cycles of air, desperately attempting to cool his sick and distressed body. He saw the medic's satisfied smirk and shivered as his claws traced the spark casing.
Knock Out leaned close. "Tell me why you are here."
Nightscar wanted to snarl, but his vocalizer had been decimated by the medic's self-generated poison. How had it even gotten in there?
He screamed as fire and pain ripped through him. The claws were embedded into his armor, and black burns were appearing.
"Tell me why you are here." The medic spoke again, his voice a dangerous murmur.
Nightscar shook his helm, baring his disintegrating dentia. Never.
Knock Out's optics narrowed, and he seemed ready to tear out Nightscar's spark at that precise moment as his grip on the casing tightened.
He was startled and slightly frightened when the medic leaned back and laughed. It was not a chuckle, or even the dry sarcastic bark the Decepticons were used to. It was deep and powerful, frightening to the point where it rumbled throughout Nightscar's body. He leaned close, closer than before, and murmured words as stinging as his acid against his captive's audio:
"You did not answer me."
The furious fire roared through him. He was not able to scream anymore; his vocalizer was melting, streams of scalding metal dripping down his battered throat.
"I..." Static sputtered from what remained of his voice box.
The medic rumbled, an almost mischevious light in his insanity-filled gaze. "Yes?"
"Can't..." He gasped, hot Energon rising and spilling from the tears covering his throat. The running lifeblood poured, and he choked. Knock Out did not seem to care; the action only seemed to infuriate him further. His grip tightened even more. A static-laced whine escaped the victim's decimated vocalizer.
"Tell me why you are here."
Oh, the pain. He couldn't take it. Make it stop...
"Dis..." Nightscar's chassis heaved, arching off of the medical berth as the agony blazed through him.
The medic snarled, becoming increasingly infuriated with his experiment's inability to speak. Perhaps he had been angrier than he had first believed...
"Dis..." Nightscar's golden optics were flickering. He was bleeding out rapidly, and it was a matter of time before he would be dead. Then, like a dying ember, the half-finished statement was completed.
"Dis...dis...respect...ed-d..."
A growl rumbled through the black assassin's chassis. "Who?"
Momentarily, Nightscar's optics refocused and fixed on Knock Out, alight with the hint of annoyance they were used to holding. "Dread...wing..."
A vicious smirk appeared on the triple changer's faceplate. "Exactly. Now that, my dear little Seeker..."
Claws wrapped painfully tight around the spark casing. With a sickening twist of wires snapping and hydraulics cracking, Knock Out wrenched Nightscar's spark from his chest. The Seeker's mouth twisted into an 'O' of pain and surprise as his life force was torn from his body, a hiss of echoing static erupting from his now useless vocalizer.
Knock Out leaned even closer, chilling ex-vents misting in the heated air. "...is why you are dead." He eyed the limp lifeforce in his grasp. Legend stated that consuming the lifeforce of another granted one immeasurable power...
"I know what you're thinking." Breakdown appeared next to his partner, placing a heavy but gentle servo against his own. "You always do so after a failed experiment."
Knock Out snarled. "He was not a failure." He crossed his servos and pouted slightly, before it turned into a sadistic smirk. "Like I said, he was a prize." His engines growled ominously. "He learned his lesson."
"Yeah." Breakdown glanced at the limp corpse, his optics flashing. "I guess he was."
The black triple changer looked down at his companion. "Do not tell me you are feeling regret, my dear Breakdown?"
Breakdown scowled. "I am not. He was just...a nice mech."
Knock Out chuckled. "Well, he disrespected an officer of higher authority. You know Soundwave cannot stand that, which is why he established the rule..."
"...that any insubordinate officer gets handed over to you for due punishment." The navy blue mech vented softly. "But he wasn't all that bad. He could've just had a bad day."
"Yet he decided to take it out on a superior officer." The medic snarled, becoming irritated with his lover's complaints. "Honestly, Breakdown, if you cannot handle this, then leave."
Breakdown curled his lip into a rueful smile. He leaned over for a quick kiss. The medic snarled again, his engines rumbling, but he did not move away and returned the gesture.
"You know that wasn't what I meant, dear," Breakdown continued. He held out a servo, gesturing to the door. "Now. Shall we return to the meeting?"
Knock Out vented. "Very well." His gaze could not help but stray to the cold spark in his clawed grasp as Breakdown vanished through the doorway.
"Knock Out, so help me, if you don't put that spark down..."
The medic's vicious, irritated snarl cut him off. "Fine, fine. I am coming." He quickly subspaced the spark for later use.
Yes, I know I promised Megatron...sorry! Wow, this was longer than I anticipated...hope you liked!
Bye!