Dark grey metal. The steel had a slit sheen to it. The small amount of light bounced off, though the metal wasn't enough to see his reflection. That was something Jack was relieved about. His body was already numb, he didn't need visual evidence of the damage.

From his limited knowledge, he knew this was the Decepticon warship. He also knew he was alive. Which were a miracle and curse. Remembering how made him queasy. He had reviled his secret and survived. Swallowing the lump in his throat, the memory of what seems like ages ago surfaced.

'I am so grounded...'


Being held in metal servos wasn't an unusual concept to Jack. He had often associated it with his metal family. Though he wasn't held frequently. Arcee was small and he never pressed the others to help. Jack wondered if they purposely didn't carry him, scared he would be insulted.

This grip was highly unwelcomed. His skin crawled, wish to just scuttle away. Instincts were blaring, alerting Jack to the very obvious metal giant that captured him. Jack was highly sure this only increased his fervor in escaping. Metal digits didn't budge. Not super surprising considering.

Megatrons cackling had ceased soon after. Jack wish it hadn't, the silent stare which took its place was even more nerve-wracking.

"Well, what shall I do with you?"

That was a loaded question Jack didn't want to answer. Yelping, Jack was shifted, coming face to the faceplate. Megatrons shark-like teeth on full display, closer than Jack ever wished. The warlord was holding him at eye level, feet away. Red optics calculating thru possibilities.

"Well, boy..?"

If he had room to move, he would have jumped out of fright. Steeling himself, he decides to reply. 'What's the worse that can happen.' After thinking that, Jack grimaced. 'Famous last thoughts.' Came his next sarcastic rebuttal.

"Do whatever you want. I won't tell you anything." Jack's voice echoed across the cavern sounding stronger than he truly was.

"You have been a pain in my side since I meet you. A parasite of this organic planet." Jack shivered at the comparison. "Might as well kill you." The warlord flippantly concluded.

'This is it. This is how I die. Scrap. Fragging scarp!' Jack kept his eyes on the warlord, attempting to mask the rising panic and fear. The only indication that the warlord was going to start was a slight curve to his already sadistic smile. The pressure that Jack experienced next was akin to being stepped on. He felt his bone grind, surprisingly the lack of air didn't affect him. He just felt his body become more and more compact. The pain was the worse part. It was an increasing ache that left him gasping, eyes fearfully locked with endless red.

He was dying. Not making a sound since his lungs clasped not long ago. Ribs becoming nonexistent shards puncturing his organs. He lost feeling with his arms not shortly after losing feeling with his legs. Luckily the numbness helped with the pain.

Finally, there was a crack. The sound was audible even to Megatron. Unlike the bones, this sound was akin to glass shattering. That was when Jack started screaming. Glowing Energon tears ran from his golden blue optics. His body glowing with the bright blue light Jack suppressed all his life.

Sheer pain spreading over Jack, he hadn't noticed the giant servo ceased crushing him. Jack was preoccupied with his very soul seemingly shredding apart. The source was his very chest, where his heart was. Pain radiated outward in waves. His body glowed in tandem with the waves rocking him. The pain was so acute, his vision darkening by the second.

"Interesting, so very intriguing you are."

Jack's screams practically drowned out the warlord's observations.

"...not human."

Those last words along with his hoarse yelling were his last memory. The pain was too much.

The land of consciousness took him into its depths.


Jack couldn't move. His neck was stuck resting against the accused metal walls. The cell was large for a human. Too bad Jack couldn't use the room, his body broken. His body thrummed with pain. The waves from his chest were not as intense but still present. The walls reflected the slight glow that accompanied each new wave of pain. Grey metallic wall lighting up with blue each time.

The one thing Jack could still feel was his face. The tears hadn't ceased since awakening. The bright blue Energon slipping down and collecting on his shirt.

"At least... Hmmm...I got nothing. There is not a Fragging bright side to this scrap heap!" Jack pointlessly yelled at the ceiling. The other grey surface just stared back.

"And now I am yelling at a ceiling... Classy Jack, really classy."