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Chapter 33:

My head was pounding when I finally felt myself waking up. I onlined my optics and looked around. I was strapped on a table, my arms and legs both chained to it. I tried pulling to see if I could get myself out.

"Don't bother. Not even the strongest Cybertronian would be able to get out of those chains."A voice said to my right.

I looked over and saw a white and red bot beside me. I knew immediately he wasn't a con because one he didn't sound like one, two his optics were blue, and three he had the autobot insignia. He was looking at me sadly.

"Hi. My name is Jenny. Who are you?"I asked him.

He looked surprised at my civil tone. He might have been afraid that I would think of him as a defect. But there was something about him that told me that wasn't the case.

"My name is First Aid. I know of you. You are Optimus' Primes mate, correct?"He asked and answered.

I nodded.

"Yes, I am. I think Ratchet might have mentioned you at one point. I think."I said uncertainly.

"Ratchet? I worked with him a little in the war on Cybertron. I did not think he would remember. You have a strange name."He said, tilting his head a little.

"I was once human. I was turned into a Cybertronian because Primus wished it. I am his incarnate."

His optics widened in surprise.

"I had heard that there was a new femme who was as strong as Primus himself. I did not know you were his incarnate."

I chuckled softly.

"Believe me, a few years ago if you would have told me I would be turned into an alien species, become their Gods incarnate, be mated to the leader of the good side of the alien species I would have told you you were crazy."

He nodded.

"It does seem a little farfetched."

"How did you get here? Well, were is here anyways?"I asked, looking around the blank room.

"We are in the decepticons base on what I believe is the Earths moon. I got here a few solar cycles ago. I was on a ship with other Autobots, we were following a signal from Optimus Prime. Unfortunately the Cons found us first. I don't know what happened to the others or the ship."he finished sadly.

"Who all was on the ship?"

He thought for a second before answering. I knew solar cycle meant a year, so he's been here a few years. He mighta forgotten some things.

"Well, let's see, besides me there was Mirage, Seaspray, Wheeljack, Bluestreak, Prowl, Beachcomber and Ultra Magnus."He answered.

I nodded but before I could answer, the door slid open and a new Cybertronian, this time a Con, walked in. he was carrying a smaller Con in his hand and I already knew who these two were. Shockwave and Scalpel. I had been told about them by Optimus.

"Autosum."Shockwave snarled. "Return to your quarter immediately."

First Aid quickly nodded and scurried out of the room, though he went around the Cons. Before he left completely, he sent me a sorrowful look, then hurried out the door.

Once he was gone, I turned back to the Cons and glared at them.

"So, what does Elita have on the agenda for me, uglies?"I asked sarcastically.

"Quiet femme. You will not speak."Shockwave said as he sat Scalpel down beside me.

I pulled away to the side to get away from the demented scientist. I had heard stories about him and how he can torture his victims to death and then bring them back to torture them some more.

"The doctor will look you over some before Elita will come to talk to you. Enjoy yourself doctor, but make sure you torture but not kill."Shockwave instructed the doctor con.

Scalpel nodded enthusiastically.

"Torture, not kill. Scalpel will have fun. Human turned Cybertronian."Scalpel spoke to himself.

When I felt the first cut, it wasn't much but a pinch. I gasped a little, but it wasn't much.

"Hmm, interesting. Looks the same."Scalpel muttered.

He cut another wire, this one more sensitive and I yelped in pain. Scalpel nodded like that was the reaction he expected. He continued to cut more wires. The pain went from being a pinch from being excruciating. I screamed in desperation.

"Stop! Ah! Please! Stop!"I pleaded as the pain became more intense.

Scalpel continued to mutter to himself as he cut more wires and then repaired them before cutting them over again.

I pretty sure I passed out after that. I was awoken again as his little claws dug into my armored plating. The pain was awful.

I was barely aware of the leaking energon in more than one place on my body. My body burned from a million little cuts. None were life threatening, but the little mech crawling all over me was a master at torture.

I felt every cable being sliced open, every syringe being injected into my body. That's right, he started injecting stuff into me.

And it was hard to tell what was worse. The cutting, or the injecting.

I even knew what it was they were injecting. It was a popular form of torture a long time ago, during Cybertron's more primitive days. Ratchet had explained it to me a while ago.

It was crystallized energon. Not the liquid stuff we drink, but far harsher on the systems. It felt like acid running through my energon cables, and caused me to writhe in agony, no matter how much I struggled to fight it.

"Torture. Do not kill. Torture, but do not kill." The little mad scientist muttered over and over as he scrambled all over me."Investigate, yes. Yes! I will investigate."

I groaned, against my will, as a saw blade was activated, and the armor over my vulnerable protoform was cut into. Despite being a scientist, he wasn't at all careful, and pain shot through the prone me as sensitive yellow cables were caught.

I couldn't help but scream, shivering as the acidic crystals spilled from a cut in one of his energon lines, burning through the other cables nearby.

"Ah, yes. Good, good, good. We are getting somewhere."

I wanted to scream at the mad scientist. What the fuck did he mean by they were getting somewhere! He was hurting the hell out of me!

"No, no, no. This will not do!"

There was an intense pain, and I threw back his head on the table I was chained to, screaming so loudly my voice surely echoed for miles. Spots danced in my vision, which was beginning to blur, and I gasped for air, my system working overtime to try and offline the damaged pain receptors.

Just as I managed to silence and offline the screaming pain sensors, I stiffened, feeling someone hack my internal network. I began inserting firewalls and protective measures against all important information, but found myself thrashing and screaming when instead of snooping through my memory banks.

He found that hack heading to and reactivating all of the pain sensors, causing my body to break into a fresh wave of pain harsh enough to send my world spiraling into a cool black void.

(Optimus' POV)

We returned to the base and Ratchet made us all go to the Med bay. Most of the base was already awake and were surprised to see us in the condition we were in.

Jolt helped Ratchet get all of us patched up. Though none of us had any real injuries. The only ones who really needed medical care was the front liner twins, Sunstreaker and Sideswipe. Sunfire also needed medical attention. When Elita pulled on her arms, she tore up so wires and Ratchet had to fix those.

I was currently sitting in the Med Bay with Sunfire. She did not want to part from me, afraid to be on her own. I was not surprised. She thought she could trust Flare, but it seems we had misjudged her. Chromia and Arcee are not taking the news well either. They could not believe their sister could betray them like this, it was unbelievable. She must have some reason.

My main worry though is my mate. I can feel her pain as the decepticons do whatever it is they're doing to her. I knew Sunfire could feel it too. I had to cut out Jenny from Sunny- and me by extension- because it was hurting her so badly.

I couldn't believe Elita was involved in all this. When I met her, she was such a sweet and innocent femme. It's completely unlike her to just lose herself. I fell for her all those years ago because she was a strong, smart, and sweet femme. When the was happened, we were separated for so long that my feeling for her changed. We were never meant to be. I would never have thought she would chose to go to the dark side because of it.

I was going to do whatever I had to though to get my mate back, that was a promise. I would also make everyone who dared touch her pay dearly.

I always did say revenge was not the answer, it just wasn't the autobot way. But there is a thin line when it comes to my sparkmate. She was my whole world now and anyone who dared touch her better be prepared to face the consequences. And trust me, there will be plenty to pay.

(Normal POV)

Megatron paced back and forth in his throne room, annoyed with everything. Mostly with the Autobots and their annoying ability to disrupt and foil his plans. He wasn't going to let them get away with it though.

He already had a plan, a plan that was completely fools proof. He already had the majority of the pillars and a plan in set. Now he just had to wait for Prime to take the bait.

"Still mourning over your several losses there, Megatron?"

Megatron turned around swiftly to see who dared interrupt him. He saw that it was just Primes old mate, Elita. She was leaning against the door frame, smirking at the Decepticon leader.

"Elita, what do you want?"Megatron asked, annoyed.

"Well, don't sound to excited to see me."Elita said, sarcastically.

Megatron rolled his eyes in annoyance.

"Cut the sarcasm and tell me what you want."He growled.

She shrugged.

"Just wanted you to know I have Primes little play thing in the other room. Scalpel is, well, he's giving her a nice welcome."Elita giggled. "And the little slut deserves it."

Megatron grinned. He definitely thought she deserved it, especially after she killed him a few human years ago. He rubbed his chassis at the memory.

"What do you plan to do to the girl?"Megatron asked.

Elita shrugged.

"Probably let Scalpel have his way with her for a little while before I get my hands on her, then I plan to kill her."

"She's Prime sparkmate too, isn't she?"

"Yes."Elita growled.

"Good, then Prime won't be alive much longer. I already have a plan to bring back Cybertron and use the insects to do so."

"What do you plan to do?"Elita asked as she approached the decepticon leader

"Now, my dear Elita, if I told you, it wouldn't be a surprise, now will it?"

Elita giggled and nodded.

"Well, I'll help you any way you need it. Anything to get back at those stupid autobots and the human insects."Elita promised.

Megatron grinned as he took Primes old mate in his arms and held her close.

"I know you will."He whispered in her audios.

Elita shivered. Megatron ginned again as he brought his lip plates to hers in a passionate kiss. Elita kissed back thinking that this was a hundred times better than any kiss Prime had ever given her. She definitely couldn't wait to rid the world of Prime's sparkmate and him by extension.

(And her is the next chapter. Sorry it's been a few days. I've been working on this for a few days but I kept getting distracted. I finished it though! Soon I'll have the next chapter up! Don't forget to R&R! It helps me to updating faster! Yay!)