A/N EVIL EVIL EVIL EVIL EVIL EVIL EVIL
Smokescreen's teammates stared, baffled. That was horrible!
Smokescreen sighed. "Yeah, I know. Creepy story. Believe it or not," He muttered. He sauntered over to the computer and typed in a random set of Cybertronian words.
Arcee followed and put a hand on his shoulder. Smokescreen looked kind of sideways at her.
"What happened next?" Arcee said, smiling a little bit.
Smokescreen could only stare at her. "You would want to know," He mumbled, turning his head to look back at the glowing green screen. He pressed the key that was the Cybertronian equivalent of the "enter" key. It gave him a map of sorts, from above, zeroed in on the location.
Jack shook out of his stupor. "You can't just leave us hanging!" He argued.
Smokescreen ignored him, zooming on the location. The map showed a patch of forest. But energon was smeared on some of the trees and grass. It seemed like there was a Cybertronian that was leaking energon trying to travel on foot, but he was tired and dizzy, and kept crashing into trees.
Without asking, they could tell it was Smokescreen's path.
"Smokescreen, Jack is right. You cannot just stop there. We know there is more to the story than that. Please continue," Optimus urged gently.
Smokescreen sighed.
"Do you think I would show you this picture and not tell you the rest?" He asked, gesturing toward the image on the screen.
No one answered Smokescreen's question.
"No? I didn't think so. I'm just giving you a good idea of what it looked like."
More silence.
(-Flashback- Smokescreen POV)
To my horror, Knockout transformed his hand into a circular saw. No sooner had the transformation completed had the whining, loud sound reached my audios.
I flashbacked on the last time there was a situation like this. He was going to cut me up and pull out an Omega key I had in me. But then, he was only playing with me and used my phase shifter against me to reach in and pull it out.
Now, there was no phase shifter. And there was no purpose in this cutting, so he could slice me wherever he wanted.
It happened to be my ribs where he sliced first. It neared, and I prayed it would never touch me. But it did, and it was the worst pain I've ever felt. Yet.
I screamed. The droning buzz grew louder, and sparks flew as my metal was ripped open.
I screamed again.
Energon poured over the side of the berth. My energon. I panted, turning my head slightly to see how deep the wound went.
Knockout stopped. It didn't go all the way through.
Why he would stop halfway through a cut, I don't know. But then again, this was Knockout. He never made any sense.
"AAHGH!" I yelled. He kept slicing me in random areas, like he enjoyed dissecting me.
After I was aching and painted with energon, and my throat was sore from screaming, he stopped.
I was panting.
Torture. Meaningless torture. I hated Knockout. I hated him, hated him, HATED HIM!
I screamed at him for no good reason.
Knockout smiled and slipped a clawed hand into a shoulder scar. I cringed, and that made me cringe harder because it hurt to do even that. He must really like seeing me in pain.
I looked up at him, helplessly, pathetically. How I hated him…
He belonged to the Pits…no, he came from them…
The evil creep raised an energon slicked hand—my energon —to his mouth and licked the blue off it. I tried not to gag.
I epically failed.
Knockout hooked me up to a machine of some sort, and I felt energon pump back into my systems. He was letting me live…?
"Huh?" I mumbled, dizzy from lack of energon and distorted with pain.
Knockout grinned.
"I would kill you now, I really would, but since I had so much fun tonight, I want to keep you alive so we can enjoy ourselves tomorrow, too. But since now its recharge time, I'll recharge and let you too. Tomorrow for breakfast I'll have your energon," He promised, seemingly excited, sounding slightly threatening.
A/N Once again, not for fluff-lovers. Kinda short. PLEASE REVIEW!
