A/N: Hope you're all enjoying so far...

Swirlspot: In due time, dear reader, in due time... :D

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"Nightsteel!" Knock-Out hissed, hurrying toward her. "You can't stay here! Reinforcements are coming!"

Nightsteel watched me warily, staying inside the circle, but walking close to Knock-Out. "So send them away. Tell them the Autobots left."

I snarled at Knock-Out, warning him to be careful.

"But... we said only to meet at night.. this is too dangerous." He held his servo close to his helm, ready to comm the Nemesis.

"I know... but it's really important. Come here. The canisters block all signals, even spark-signatures." Unshed tears shone in Nightsteel's optics, and she held her servo out to Knock-Out.

"Wait. Let me quick comm the-"

Nightsteel interrupted him. "It'll only take a minute, I promise."

I shuffled closer, a low growl rumbling in my chassis. I didn't approve of this secret romance, but I had no way of telling anybot anything, so I kept it to myself.

Knock-Out stepped quickly into the circle, kissing Nightsteel. She pulled him to the far edge, away from me. "I'm sorry..." My keen audios caught her words, and I roared, heating my furnace up just as she swiped Knock-Out's peds out from under him, kicking him back out of the circle.

I leaped forward, fully intending to attack the Autobot, but the second my full frame was inside the circle, I was hit with extreme nauseousness.

I stumbled to a halt, moaning from the helm aches. "No! Nightsteel! What are you doing?!" Knock-Out pushed himself up on his servos, holding his helm.

"Fighting for the Autobots. Like I am supposed to." A tear splashed onto my helm, but I didn't notice it, instead trying to gain enough strength to pull myself from the circle.

Nightsteel strode to the edge, stepping outside and placing a servo to her helm. "Prime. I have it."

She pressed a button on top of a canister, and it whined, its lights dimming as they all in turn shut down.

I lifted my helm, the aches retreating slowly. I groaned, letting my helm flop back to the earth. A whooshing noise signaled a space bridge, and I hoped for the Decepticons.

Autobots strode through, quickly running over to me and attaching heavy metal collars and chains to my weak frame.

"Let's go!" The Prime said, taking the largest chain that was fastened around my neck. They began pulling me through the space bridge.

I thrashed weakly, snarling. My furnace was heating up once more, and I looked back at Knock-Out, seeing his angry look on his face plates as he faced Nightsteel, who was gathering up the last of the canisters.

"Nightsteel! Come on! Move your aft!" The white Autobot with the swords yelled, tugging my tail through the bridge.

"C-Coming!" She turned, running towards us. Knock-Out stared after us all with angry red optics. I roared, yanking a ped free from a Autobot's grasp just as the space bridge closed.

"Whoah! Someone, grab that loose chain!" A Autobot shouted. I whipped my snake-like neck back and forth, but the Prime held on tightly. "Ratchet! The sedatives!"

I hissed, clicking my mandibles together, lashing a yellow 'Bot against the wall with my tail. He bleeped, and I roared again, heaving up against the sudden weight on my back.

Unfurling my wings, I knocked the 'Bot off my back, slashing and cutting his forest-green armor with the blades at the edges of my wings.

Acid bubbled in my maw, and I let it drip, turning to face the red-and-white 'Bot that ran for me, a large syringe in his grasp.

"Hey!" A large fist clouted my helm, making my helm ache even worse. I turned, hissing at the 'Bot. A sharp pain on the side of my neck made me turn, acid burning lines in the floor.

The 'Bot leaped back, syringe now empty. I growled. "What have you done!?"

My helm ache subsided slightly, and the room went fuzzy from a brief moment before sharpening again.

I staggered, tripping over my own peds and falling to the floor. Acid spilled from my maw, eating the floor away quickly.

The gathering 'Bots blurred, shifting into double frames then back again. Darkness encroached on my vision, and I succumbed to its embrace.

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I cracked my optic open, looking around the nondescript grey room I was in.

A heavy lock was on the door, and chains were fastened to each of my peds, as well as my tail, neck, and wrapped around my frame. Another chain was wrapped around my muzzle, prohibiting me from using my acid or flames or sharp, deadly teeth I possessed.

This isn't good...

I wondered how long I had been out. I tugged at my bindings experimentally, but they held firm.

A small, black sheet of glass was in the wall near the ceiling. I wondered how I hadn't seen it earlier. It was a mirror, and I could see my warped reflection. My red paint had begun to chip away from my struggles, revealing my true color beneath.

I hummed softly, pleased that one thing had come good out of this mess.

With lack of things to do I laid my helm upon the metal floor, preparing to fall into recharge, despite the mild helm ache I had.

The door banging open made me raise my helm. I stared stonily at the 'Bots that entered, before turning my helm away from them, and resting it back on the ground.

"Oh, the silent treatment then?" The white Autobot chuckled, looking at his companion. I huffed smoke from my olfactory sensors, wishing them away. They only made my helm ache worse.

"We gots some food for you, Predacon!" I snorted. Well, I can't exactly eat it with my mouth chained shut, now can I?

"Doc went and took the liberty of turning your acid-venom gook off, but he couldn't figure out the flames. So, here. Hold still."

He couldn't turn my flames off because it's a natural weapon, dumbaft! The white Autobot unlocked the chains on my mouth.

I immediatly snapped at his ped, but he nimbly twisted to the side, chuckling as he did so. "Didn't you ever hear the saying; Don't bite the servo that feeds you?"

I snarled, baring my denta at him before chomping on the large Energon crystal he offered.

Swallowing the pulped crystal, I licked my chops, blowing a small wreath of flame in front of me before laying my helm onto the scorched floor. (Unashamed Toothless act here! :D)

"Ah! Gotta put these back on, now, Sparky!" I snarled, tucking my helm tighter inbetwixt my peds.

"Come on. Ya know the rules!" He cheerily said, swinging the chains and clinking them together.

"No, I don't!" I growled fearfully, pulling backwards against the chains in a attempt to escape the clinking of the chains.

The links clacked together as they hurled through the air, slashing my armor wide open and cutting my protoform beneath.

"Stay away!"

I had eyes only for the horrible chains, pulling against my own in a sad attempt to get away.

I shrieked, looking at Predaking beseechingly as the heavy chains ripped at me, again and again.

"Bumblebee, come help me! Actually, go get Doc! There's something wrong with the Predacon!"

The links swished closer, and I hissed, blasting blue flames at them. They leaped back, swinging threateningly.

My Energon pooled beneath me, making it nigh impossible to gain ground in my weak state. His red optics flashed angrily, and his pointed denta opened wide as he laughed cruelly, the chains hanging from his servos... the chains...

The door burst open, but I stayed locked in my memory loop, straining so hard against my bindings it had cut through the armor, and Energon slid down my peds, staining the ground beneath my peds.

"Hold her steady! Keep her down!"

"Get me more sedatives!"

"Look out for those denta!"

"Get Prime in here!"

"Got it!"

"Keep her helm still!"

Chains flashed through the air, whistling as they arced down, whacking against my armor.

"Stupid beast!''

"The sedatives are in!"

"Release her now."

My optics stared at nothing. The scars, on my spark and my frame, would last forever. But someday... I will get Megatron...

And I will make him...

Pay.

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