I torture you
Take my hand through the flames
I torture you
I'm a slave to your games
I'm just a sucker for pain
I wanna chain you up
I wanna tie you down
I'm just a sucker for pain
-"Sucker for Pain", Imagine Dragons, Lil Wayne, &Wiz Kalifa w/ Logic & Ty Dolla $ign ft. X Ambassadors
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Megatron leaned his helm back against the wall. A part of him had no idea how he had ended up here. The other part knew why. That part whispered that he had been betrayed by those who he had once trusted. All Megatron had wanted was to be an equal to those of higher castes. All he had wanted was to be free.
Now he knew, though, that he would never be free again. In his trial, the judge had set a precedent by sending Megatron here. To Alpha Prison. It was here that murderers, rapists, notorious thieves, and the like were kept. Megatron didn't belong here. He hadn't deserved such a high sentence either.
6,793 vorns. That was how long he was going to be here. It wasn't like he could even get out and walk around. No, everyone in Alpha was kept in their cells at all times. They were labeled like animals. The guards treated them like animals. Like they weren't even sentient.
Megatron hated the guards. He hated everyone who thought the way they did about who he was. He may have been a gladiator but that doesn't mean that he's a rapid monster. Megatron let out a soft huff of air out of his intakes.
That was when the door at the end of the hall opened.
Megatron jumped to his pedes and watched warily as a huge military frame mech entered the area outside his cell. The military frame stopped in front of his cell and they stared at each other for a moment before the behemoth spoke, "Megatron of Tarn, turn around and put your helm against the wall."
Megatron blinked at the mech for a moment. The behemoth growled slightly, "I won't ask again. Do as I say. Turn around and put your helm against the wall. Now."
Megatron paused for a moment more before slowly turning around and putting his helm against the wall. If he behaved they might cut time off his sentence for good behavior. It was unlikely, but Megatron had hope that it might happen. He heard the cell door open and the behemoth enter the cell.
Megatron felt as the mech grabbed one of his servos and carefully put it into a stasis cuff swiftly followed by his other servo. Then the mech grabbed his arm and pulled him towards the cell door.
The former gladiator allowed the military mech to guide him out of his cell and out of the door that led to his cell. He was led through hallway after hallway. Megatron instantly noticed how the hallways changed as they moved through the Complex. They were in a fancier part of the Complex now, that fact made clear by the lush carpeting and gorgeous arches as well as several ornate lighting fixtures on the ceiling.
Finally, after walking for what seemed like miles, they arrived in front of an ornate door. The mech knocked politely on the door and waited until a voice spoke through the door, "Enter."
The mech pulled Megatron inside. Sitting at a large desk was…. a much smaller black mech with a blue visor. The mech glanced up at them as they entered and gestured towards the metal chair in front of the desk.
The large military mech pushed Megatron into the chair and stood behind him as if he was waiting for Megatron to attack or something.
The tiny black mech studied him for a moment before he spoke, "Megatron. How nice to meet you in person."
Megatron tried not to let those words bother him as he said, "Yes well, I don't know who you are so I don't really know whom I'm being introduced to."
The mech laughed and said, "Your humor is intact at the very least. I am Shadowfax, the Commander of this Complex."
Megatron's optics narrowed. So, this was the commander. He didn't look like much but Megatron had learned not to judge mechs by their outwards appearance. Starscream's betrayal had taught him that much. He responded, politely, "It is a pleasure to meet you, sir."
The mech smiled and laughed again, "I doubt you really mean that. Most of the time when I summon a prisoner it doesn't mean anything good. Aren't you curious why you're here?"
Megatron hesitated. He hadn't gotten in any trouble at the prison, so he had no idea why the commander had summoned him. Megatron responded, "I am, a little, sir. I haven't got into any trouble since I got here."
The commander smiled and nodded, "Very good. You are correct. You are not in trouble. I summoned you here for a different reason, Megatron."
The commander stood up and moved around his desk to stand in front of Megatron. He continued, "A orn ago, our main Spec Ops team was looking into a terrorist cell called the Black Predacon. You have heard of them I assume?"
Megatron nodded and the commander continued, "We lost contact with them several klicks after the missions started. They have been missing ever since. We received a video from the Black Predacon's leader with several demands on it."
Megatron shifted in his chair, "What does that have to do with me, sir?"
The commander continued with a wry smile, "We cannot send in another Spec Ops team in to retrieve them. It would literally be a suicide mission. Which is when I had an idea."
Megatron frowned. He had a feeling he wasn't going to like this idea. The commander continued, "Why not send those that Cybertron would not miss to get the team? Why not send Alpha level prisoners?"
Megatron gulped, "I can think of several reasons, sir."
The commander laughed again, before continuing, "Normally I would never even consider using someone like you for a mission like this. But you are a natural born leader and I desperately need someone like you to keep the rest of the murderers, thieves, and psychos I've picked in line."
Megatron shifted again in his chair. He asked, "Do I have a choice?"
The commander shook his helm and said, "No. You don't. But as…. compensation you could say, I'm offering you a deal of sorts."
Megatron's optics narrowed, "What is it?"
The commander continued, "If you lead this team, the Prime has agreed to subtract 100 vorns from your sentence. How does that sound?"
Megatron stiffened and asked, "Are you serious?"
The commander nodded. Megatron hesitated for a moment before speaking again, "And if you need this…. suicide team again?"
The commander smirked, "We will subtract even more from your sentence if we need this team again."
Megatron paused and considered it for a moment. It was definatly going to be very dangerous. The Black Predacon terrorist group had killed civilians and the Cybertronian military alike. Megatron had never liked what the terrorist group did and said. When he had begun his rebellion, he had made sure to denounce the Black Predacon. The animosity between them was so bad Megatron would personally not be that surprised if Starscream had been paid by the terrorist organization to turn him in. He considered all of the reasonings to do the mission, the reduced sentencing included and finally nodded and said, "I'll do it."
The commander looked pleased before he turned to the behemoth behind Megatron and said, "Warhawk, let Megatron out of his bonds. It's high time I introduced him to the rest of the team."
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Soundwave paced quietly in his cell, his helm facing to the floor. The dark purple mech tilted his helm slightly as he studied the floor. Soundwave really had no problem with his surroundings, he just wished sometimes that he hadn't been sent to this prison.
Alpha Prison was notorious for its highly dangerous inmates. Soundwave knew that he was not that dangerous. At least in his own mind he wasn't. In his own mind, he was innocent. Not that anyone would listen to him.
It wasn't Soundwave's fault that Blaster hadn't been attracted to him. It wasn't Soundwave's fault that Blaster had resisted him. It wasn't Soundwave's fault that the mech had pressed charges against him for an isolated incident. Soundwave hadn't been in his right mind that night.
Or so the mech thought in his own helm.
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Shockwave was really frustrated that was being prevented from completing his experiments. His experiments were important. Why could no one see that?
Shockwave kicked the wall in anger as he scowled at the ground. He was bored. Why couldn't they have at least let him keep his notes? Couldn't they understand that his experiments would help Cybertronian society advance?
Who honestly cared about the bunch of street mechs that he had used as guinea pigs in his experiments? They were nothing but trash. No one cared about them. The Senate certainly didn't. Everyone knew that the Senate didn't care. But somehow Shockwave had still ended up in here.
He couldn't understand why they would do this. He was helping Cybertronian society advance. His work was critical for the advancement of their society.
And yet he was going to be here, at Alpha Prison, for what seemed like the rest of his life.
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It wasn't Swindle's fault that those Spec Ops fraggers had found Vortex in his apartment. Swindle was still quite pissed off that he got sent to prison too for harboring Vortex. Especially this prison. Alpha Prison was for dangerous mechs. Swindle wasn't dangerous. He was just an honest businessman that had gotten caught up with the wrong mech.
Vortex could go slag himself for all Swindle cared. The mech was the one responsible for Swindle's arrest. It was because of freakin' Vortex that Swindle was going to be here for the rest of his life.
Swindle pouted slightly as he kicked out at the wall. He had prided himself for being unarrest able. Nothing that the Enforcers had tried to get him on had stuck. Then those Spec Ops fraggers had somehow found stolen property in his shop that had been given to him by Vortex. And later when Swindle went to confront Vortex, they somehow followed him and arrested them both.
Swindle huffed and crossed his arms. It wasn't fair.
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Vortex wanted to laugh. Those Spec Ops idiots honestly thought that they had figured him out entirely. Truthfully though, they hadn't even figured out how many people he had actually killed.
All they had been able to pin him with were three murders. Even Vortex didn't know how many bots he had killed. Whenever the Spec Ops idiots had asked, he had simply shrugged. It had frustrated his interrogator, the Spec Ops Base Commander What's-His-Designation, quite a bit.
The heliformer flicked his rotors boredly as he reclined on his berth. He was completely bored. He had been ever since Commander What's-His-Designation had dumped him here after his trial. He had been told that his old buddy, Swindle had been placed in this prison as well.
It wouldn't have surprised Vortex if Swindle had blamed him for his arrest. Vortex though completely blamed Swindle for that. The mech had known that Spec Ops was looking into his activities and yet had led them straight to Vortex. Yeah, it was completely Swindle's fault they were arrested.
And the next time Vortex saw Swindle he was gonna teach the slagger a lesson. A very violent lesson.
Vortex grinned, in his customary way, with insanity glittering in his optics.
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Astrotrain really was beginning to regret his life choices. If he hadn't decided to steal a few things that he had been transporting then he wouldn't have been caught by that security guard.
And he wouldn't have had to kill that same security guard. Yeah, Astrotrain really wished that he hadn't killed that guard. It wasn't even like he had meant to, either. He had just reacted to the situation.
Reacted badly as the former Enforcer turned Spec Ops Commander who had taken him away for sentencing had said. That mech had almost seemed to pity him, especially after he had been sentenced to the Alpha Prison Complex.
That mech had actually been the one to take him to the Alpha Prison Complex. The mech had told him right before he had left Astrotrain at the prison that he had to try to get out early for good behavior.
Astrotrain honestly hoped that he would be let out for good behavior, but inside he knew that he didn't have any hope of getting out of Alpha anytime soon. It was a prison that most never got out of.
Astrotrain really wished that that mech would come visit him. He had seemed optimistic to Astrotrain.
Maybe the mech could give Astrotrain some of that optimism.
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Mirror really hated those stinking Spec Ops agents. They had in some way managed to figure out his schedule and capture him when he had raided the Iacon Musuem. It still angered the mech even though it had been vorns since he had been arrested.
His arrest had consumed his thoughts ever since it had happened. A part of him had wondered at the time what exactly he had misjudged in his time-table for the heist. What exactly had it been that had allowed that Spec Ops team to figure out his heist plan?
He had asked when they had arrested him. One of them had smirked at him and told him that it had been easy. That they had someone with a similar ability that had clued them into the only way that he had been able to slip past museum security staff.
That had pissed Mirror off. The mere fact that someone had figured him out bugged him. No one was supposed to be able to figure out his plans and his abilities. He had silently observed the group as they had taken him to a cell before his trial.
No matter what he had attempted to observe they hadn't let him figure out who it had been that showed them the way he did things. And they had ended up escorting him to the Alpha Prison Complex without him ever figuring out who it had been.
A sneer was on the dark silver and black Praxians face as he glared out of his cell. He had sworn that he would get out of here and extract revenge but so far, he hadn't been able to fool the guards or get them to let him out.
It was really pissing Mirror off.
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Bloodhound forced himself to remain sitting done in the darkest corner of cell. The assassin had been trying to keep himself calm as he sat there, but the chain around his throat holding him to the wall kept that from happening. He had bad memories of being chained down in a similar way. Memories that had been brought to life from his time with that mnemosurgeon that they would send in here.
Bloodhound hated the fact that that mech had brought to life memories of his old life. The old memories kept going around and around in his helm. The mech he had been had been an innocent. He hadn't been what Bloodhound was now. He hadn't been a monstrous killer that had taken lives without thought for others.
Those memories would always bother Bloodhound, not that he would let them effect his ability to kill all who stood in his way of freedom. He would gladly slaughter all those who messed up his plans of getting out of this prison.
Not that he would be able to now. No one visited him, except his therapist and that mnemosurgeon that one time. And even then, he met them in a separate room where he was tied to the chair and forced to stay in one place.
His therapist was really starting to get on his nerves now that he thought about it. Bloodhound suspected that his therapist had realized that his insanity was simply Bloodhound hamming it up so the mech would leave him alone. And also so that the guards would be nervous to come close to him.
But it was clear that the mech would never leave him alone.
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Used to doing bad, now we feel like we just now getting it
Ain't got no other way so we started and finished it
No pain, no gain
Never stand down, made our own way
Never going slow, we pick up the pace
This is what we wanted from a young age
No emotion, that's what business is
Lord have mercy on the witnesses
I torture you
Take my hand through the flames
I torture you
I'm just a sucker for pain
-"Sucker for Pain", Imagine Dragons, Lil Wayne, &Wiz Kalifa w/ Logic & Ty Dolla $ign ft. X Ambassadors