Disclaimer: I don't own Transformers: Beast Wars or anything of the sorts. I own Pantha, TriDrac and Orcus. So please, please please don't sue this obsessed fan-girl. Thank you.

RG: Ooh. Pantha's gonna kill me. (Hides behind Rampage)

TriDrac: What'd you do to her now?

RG: Read the chap. I tell you, this one popped in my head last night as a nightmare and I woke up. Couldn't go to sleep after that, so I stayed up until I finally fell asleep writing this.

Rampage: (Reads) You're evil. I don't think even I could come up with this...wait...

RG: Don't even think about.

Rampage: I'm only going to kill the people that read it and didn't review.

RG: (Thinks) Okay.

TriDrac: (Faceplams)

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Pantha looked at the pure, star filled nighttime sky and let out a long, peaceful sigh. She was enjoying sitting outside, alone, for the first time since Midnight's torn and battered body had been found. Even thought the femme knew she was going to get her delicate cat ears yelled off for disobeying her own orders that everyone must not go outside alone when she got back to the Axalon II, Pantha didn't care. She needed this time alone. Her wild cat spirit needed the freedom, the wonderful, carefree freedom the forest offered, even if being in the forest alone, laying on your back, watching the stars with your comm. cut off was dangerous. Pantha still didn't care. The femme truly didn't care as much as she should have…

"Beautiful…" The feline femme whispered, looking at the stars. "The stars have such beauty…especially tonight…they seem much brighter…" Pantha smiled slightly and sat up. "I needed this. I needed to relax…what with Rattrap breathing down and…Midnight's death haunting me so…the look of horror on her face…" She shivered.

A cold, evil laugh came from behind Pantha. "So you enjoyed seeing my handiwork? I plan to do much worse to you, my dear…"

Pantha's optics widened and the femme turned around, but before she could do anything, a white hot, searing pain came from the back of her head and darkness consumed the feline's vision. She let out a loan groan as she fell backwards. The last thing the young commander heard before completely blacking out was the sick, evil laughter ringing in her delicate ears.

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Pantha let out a low moan as her senses started to come back online. Her right ear twitched and the young femme opened her green optics. The first thing she realized once she had fully finished coming back online was that she was standing up, tied to a huge oak tree with purple energy ropes. The cat's optics widened and she started to struggle against the bindings.

A voice chuckled darkly. "Don't bother. Save your strength for more important things…like screaming."

Pantha's head shot up towards the voice. There, leaning on a different tree, was her attacker/captor. She let out a hiss and her ears flattened against the back of her head.

The mech's beast was a werewolf with snow-white fur. His beast mode's head was his chest plate, like Dinobot's. He kept his beast mode's legs even in 'bot mode and his arms weren't his beast mode's arms, but they were still as muscled up as werewolf's arms and had sharp claws on each finger. The werewolf had a furry tail that was, at the moment, swishing from side to side. Attached to what looked like a belt that was across his waist, the werewolf had a dagger in a sheath and a blaster. His face had a sick, twisted smile on it and his optics were a blood red color that had a blood lusting look in them that burning into Pantha's soul and made the catbot swallow. His smile made Pantha start to struggle again. "Now, now," The werewolf grinned, walking over to the cat, "Don't struggle. You'll only make things worst…for yourself, that is."

Pantha cringed at the hopeful look in the mech's optics. "What do you want?" Funny. She hadn't meant to sound so…scared.

"Everything I can get these claws of mine on dead." The werewolf growled, showing Pantha his sharp claws.

Pantha's gaze went from a look of fright to a look a pure hatred. "Do what you want to me, but leave my Maximals alone!" She spat, "You Predacon!"

The mech looked at Pantha for a minute and then busted out laughing. "Predacon?" He chuckled darkly, "I belong to no faction, my dear. I kill and do what it is I do because I enjoy it! I've actually killed a few Predacons too, but it's much more satisfying to kill Maximals. Especially femmes." Here, the werewolf grin widened and his tail lifted into the air and touched Pantha's cheek gently. "They're screams are music to my ears..."

The young Maximal commander swallowed. Sure, she was scared, but she was determined not to show it. She was not going to let this monster see the fear she was determined to hide. The fear that she never showed anyone, not even Megatron. "Monster…you killed Midnight because…you…you monster…" Pantha whispered, glaring at the werewolf.

The mech laughed. He touched Pantha's other cheek with the back of his clawed fingers gently and the Maximal moved away. Pantha hissed and tried to bite the werewolf's hand, but he managed to move it away. "Glitch." The werewolf growled, slapping Pantha. "You're only making your death much more worse than it has to be."

"Bite me, you sickening piece of slag!" Pantha hissed, her optics burning with an undying hatred.

The werewolf grinned, as if he had waiting for those words, and covered Pantha's mouth tightly. "As you wish." He smiled as he neared her neck. The wolf growled and bit down. Hard.

Pantha bit her tongue, determined not to let the wolf know how much she wanted to scream. Tears filled the young femme's optics. Primus, help me. TriDrac…someone…please…She thought as the taste of Energon filled her mouth. Father…

When the werewolf finally let go of Pantha's neck, his face from the mouth down was covered with Energon. He removed his hand from Pantha's mouth and licked the Energon off his fingers. "The sweetest Energon comes from an innocent femme…"

Pantha refused to let the tears fall as her neck throbbed with pain. "I'll kill you." She growled, her voice hard and her optics burning brighter with even more hatred.

"Will you now?" The white mech asked, putting him hand behind Pantha's head. "You've got a strong will. I knew a few mechs who had very strong wills too…but even they broke after a while. Let's see how long you last, shall we?" He asked, leaning down and pulling Pantha's head up.

Pantha's green optics widened as her lips touched his. She could taste the Energon on the mech's lips. Her Energon. The Maximal leader tried to struggle, but the werewolf held her head firmly and kept her lips pressed against his as he deepened the forced kiss. The tears the femme had been trying to keep hidden finally fell as the werewolf touched her two sharpest fangs with his tongue.

Pantha's captor's tail finally found her slender, black tail and twisted his around hers. He finally released the crying femme from the kiss and grinned his sadistic grin. His finger touched Pantha's chest plate gently and ran down to her stomach. "Broken." The mech finally whispered, smiling.

"You can't…" Pantha growled through her tears, "break this femme that easily. No one can break this cat…I've got a wild spirit no one can tame or break."

"That's what you think."

"No." Pantha shuddered as the werewolf wrapped his hands around her slender waist. "That's what I know."

"Well, we'll just see about that, won't we?" The wolf 'bot smiled before pulling Pantha into another kiss. This one, however, was only a few seconds, but it was enough to make the femme's stomach turn. "Now," The mech growled, smiling, after he had let her go, "let's see what it'll take to break your so called 'wild' spirit."

Pantha's optics widened again as the werewolf pulled out an Energon knife, like the one Megatron used to separate Rampage's spark, and placed it on her chest. "What-What are you going to do?" She asked, looking at the mech, fear evident in her voice.

The wolf didn't answer as he pulled the blade downwards, cutting the femme's chest open. He grinned evily as Energon bled from the wound freely.

Pantha bit her lip again. She was not, not going to scream. The mech wasn't going to have the satisfaction of hearing her scream. Pantha had held in the pain for this long, why start screaming now? Megatron couldn't make her scream or show her pain. Neither could her so-called "friends" that teased her and beat her back on Cybertron just because her father was Tankor. Why scream for this psycho? Pantha bit her lip harder and arched her back with pain as the werewolf dug his blade into her chest harder and deeper. The taste of Energon filled the femme's mouth again, but the stubborn Maximal refused to cry out.

The werewolf finally stopped cutting once her reached Pantha's stomach. He put the blade away and reached into Pantha's chest. His face, which was lit up by the bright blue light that was coming from the femme's spark, was twisted into a sick, sadistic grin. The mech wrapped his hand around the spark gently, like he was holding glass, and then started to squeeze.

Pantha struggled to hold in her scream, but all the pain, fear and hatred she always kept hidden finally broke free. She let out a scream. The most pain filled, terrirfied scream you'll ever hear tore itself from the femme's bleeding lips. Her optics flickered as she arched her back as far as she could. The ropes that held her to the tree threatened to break.

The wolf stopped squeezing the blue spark after a minute and removed his hand from Pantha's chest. He watched Pantha stop screaming and then looked at the panting femme. He touched her cheek gently. The mech grinned as she flinched. "What's wrong?"

"You…fragger…" Pantha panted, "You…cut me…squeeze my spark…and then dare to ask me…what's wrong?" She asked, straitening up. The femme swallowed. "You made me scream…no one's ever made me scream…"

"So?" The werewolf grinned.

"I won't rest until you die…" Pantha groaned. "No one makes me scream…and gets away with it."

"We'll see about that, my dear." He said, pulling out his dagger. The mech sliced through the bindings that held Pantha to the tree and then grinned as the femme fell to the ground. "I quite enjoyed your scream. It was…the most beautiful thing I've heard."

"Go to the pit." Pantha spat.

"Been there. Done that."

Pantha groaned as her optics flickered. She struggled to stand, but ended up just falling on her stomach. "I hope Primus-AAH!" She yelled as the werewolf stomped on her back.

"DON'T YOU EVER MENTION PRIMUS AROUND ME, FEMME!" The mech spat. He stepped on Pantha's back one last time before stepping away. "Understand?"

"Screw you." Pantha panted, her voice filled with pain.

The werewolf laughed. "Life's already screwed me, my dear. It's my job to make sure others feel the pain I feel. Now…" He kicked Pantha in the side, making her roll over, "Prepare to die."

Pantha let out a groan as the werewolf grabbed her arm and started to pull it.

"PANTHA!" A voice yelled. The werewolf looked up and was blasted backwards. "Pantha!"

"T-Tri?" Pantha asked, her optics dull.

The Komodo ran over to the feline and picked her up gently. "It's okay, Pantha. I'm here. I won't let him hurt you anymore." He promised.

The werewolf smiled. "I'll be back later, my dear." He looked at Pantha. "Remember my name and it's meaning. Orcus."

"Orcus…" Pantha whispered before her optics clicked off. "Tri…Cheetor's…in charge…until I…wake up…if I don't…" She stopped and took in a sharp gasp of pain.

"You'll make it, P. I promise." TriDrac whispered.

"If I don't…" The feline continued, "Tell Cheetor…I know he'll make a great leader…Optimus trusted him and…so do I…" With that, the panther femme groaned and went limp.

"Pantha! Hold on, P!" TriDrac yelled before starting to run towards the Axalon II. TriDrac to the base! Prepare a CR Chamber! Now! Pantha's injured!He yelled into his comm.

You got it, TriDrac! Cheetor's voice came in through the comm..

"You'll be okay, Pantha. I promise." TriDrac whispered as the Axalon came into view. "Just hold on...please...hold on..."

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RG: See?

TriDrac: Slag. (Blinks) You feeling okay?

RG: Nightmare. Plus I'm feeling evil today.

Rampage: I can tell.

RG: (Sweatdrops) Gee, thanks, Rampage. Anywho, R&R please. No reviews, no new chappie!

Pantha: (Runs into room) Where the slag is RG!

RG: Uh-oh. (Runs for life)