Megatron had a scowl on his face as he sat at a computer console in the brig. It was clear by now that no one could be trusted with the simple task of watching the prisoner. Wait; he took that back; Soundwave could be trusted, but he was busy with other duties assigned to him. Thundercracker and Skywarp produced disastrous results; it'd take over a week to repair the damage those two idiots caused. As for Starscream, his guard duty shift seemed a little too quiet. Ever since then, he'd cast very peculiar glances at his leader, and the dictator didn't like it. He'd have to investigate as to what went on in the room later. All n' all, the whole day made the leader learn that if you want something done, you have to do it yourself, which explained his presence in the brig. He was trying to do his work in peace, but a certain fleshling was proving that to be difficult.

Come on and do the jailhouse rock with me, let's rock
Everybody, let's rock

"For Primus sake, will you ciece that insulting mouth of yours!" the tyrant yelled to the cage behind him. Ever since he made the ransom call, the fleshling just wouldn't stop playing her instrument. He almost wished he hadn't smashed the communicator, or he would've called his enemies back and told them they could have the girl. This bargain-based noise the humans called "music" was driving him up the wall, and he started reconsidering his decision to keep her for entertainment.

However, Megatron's ranting fell upon deaf ears as Kayla continued to strum. She prayed that her message got through to the Autobots, but now, as long as she had her wooden friend pulled out, she might as well put it to a satisfying use. As mentioned before, she couldn't harm her captors physically, but that couldn't stop her from annoying them, or screwing with their heads. She already gave those first three goons a good "beating", and now, it was high time to mess with Megadork himself. She previously went through 99 Bottles of Beer on the Wall, and now three rounds of Jailhouse Rock seemed to be taking its toll. What next?

It's a small world after all

"Silence!" Megatron cried; slamming a fist on the keyboard. He let out a growl of frustration and swiveled to face his prisoner, "I wouldn't do such things if I were you, and you daren't get me riled. One more note, and I can assure you that your punishment won't be pleasant."

The only answer he received from the teen was her sticking out her tongue in insult. He narrowed his optics and turned away. Kayla, however, already knew darn well that he was riled up, and she, quite frankly, didn't care. Once she realized she was needed as a hostage, she knew that he couldn't do anything to her, or his plan wouldn't work. Although, she did pause for a minute or two, it was just to think. She felt like a punch drunk fighter throwing a last, desperate left hook, and with that, she began to strum again, hoping for a miraculous knock out.

She had no idea her world was about to come crashing down.

May the rain keep fallin' on your head
I'll make you pay for all the tears I bled
May you die alone in your bed
Baby, one day, you will wake up dead

"THAT'S IT!" the dictator screamed. He swiveled in the chair, jumped out of it, and took one, big leap to the prison, all in one, fluid motion. Blood-red optics burned in rage, as he knew those lyrics were directed at him, personally. With just one swoop of the hand, he swatted away the cage, making it fly and crash into the nearby wall. The teen instinctively put her hands over her head, not expecting the sudden outburst. The tyrant then reached for her, "I'VE HAD ENOUGH OF THIS INFERNAL CONTRAPTION!"

Before she knew what was happening, the leader ceased her guitar and pulled, making the leather strap around her tear apart with a sickening snap. After taking one last look at the wooden nuisance, the 'Con let out a roar, pulled back his fist, and thrust the annoyance downward with all his might. The teen let out a gasp, and despite the blackness before her, the world, never the less, went into slow motion.

The shocking sound of wood striking metal met her ears as the cherry red guitar was smashed to bits. The pearlish-silver strings rubbed against each other, letting out one final cry of sheer agony as "Old Reliable's" life ended in tragedy.

Kayla could do nothing but stay rooted to the spot; pale, blue eyes wide and mouth agape in horror. Slowly, but surely, she then dropped to her knees, and began to crawl through the black void that was her world. Scrapping her hands across the cold floor, she finally came to rest at the spot where the "murder" had occurred; scooping up the pieces and letting them fall through her fingers. In a scene much like Bruce Wayne morning the loss of his parents, she buried her face in her hands, and did what she hardly ever did before.

She cried.

The first friend in her life; the thing that crafted her skills and talents; the item that brought her joy and made her stronger; ready to face anything life threw at her, was gone. The loss of her most prized possession had caused her to finally have a breakdown, and Megatron was enjoying every moment of it. The mech was content to just stand there and chuckle at the pathetic sight before him. He had made a mistake; she was entertaining.

With tears streaming down her face, the girl gritted her teeth in anger, on the verge of snapping into a full blown rage at the sound of him laughing. That sick, twisted, monster was going to pay dearly for this. A clicking sound told her that he was making a reach for her, but his enormous hand hovered over her hunched body when she growled, "If you lay…one finger on me-"

"-you'll do what?" Megatron finished with a devilish grin. He then proceeded to coil his fingers around her thin frame, and hoisted her to his optic level, "Come, my dear; it's time for the meeting at the rondevu point. For your sake, let's hope your friends bring the device with them."

Kayla remained silent; she had nothing to say to him; not at the moment at least. The tears had stopped, but the pain was still clearly there. Satisfied with dishing out the torture she deserved, the tyrant exited the brig with his bargaining chip in hand.

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AN: And THAT'S why you don't mess with Megatron...