AN: Ok..Here's part 2 in my prequel. I hope it's good. I have one warning though...There is some mixed love and when I say mixed love I mean Transformer love, but it's nothing that will make you cringe.
So... with that being said:
I do not own Transformers...Hasbro does...but I do own NiteFire...so yeah...
NiteFire slowly regained consciousness. His eyes were still shut so he only heard sounds. The sounds were a metallic like groaning and the occasional fritz of electricity. His other senses were going haywire as well. His sense of touch told him he was cold and bound to something. His sense of smell was telling him that humans were everywhere, and his sense of taste detected as strange metallic flavor. Then pain stuck him around his stomach.
He opened his eyes as they darted around looking for the offender. There on his chest stood a strange almost grimy looking man. He had dark curly hair and his eyes were wide with crazed excitement. When he spoke he had a small accent of some sort. "Finally woke up did ya? We were wondering how much more pain your friend could take" He said looking over at the now limp Barricade. NiteFire panicked and tried to go to his side. He forgot that the humans were on him. The one standing on his chest pulled out a long stick and jabbed it into NiteFire's chest. He stopped immediately and tried to get the human off. But his wrists were bound to the platform he was on, along with his legs and even his neck.
"That will do you no good. We need answers from you, and your friend is currently not opt doing giving us those answers, so, we are going to question you" The man said with a grin stretching across his thin face. "Call me Simmons" he added as he took the stick out of the heaving chest.
"Where are the Autobots?"
"I don't know" NiteFire snarled. Simmons nodded to a man not far from him and the man jabbed cattle prod into NiteFire's circuitry, who let out a howl of agony. Simmons waited for him to calm down before asking another question. After he did he asked the same question over and over until the beast would give him a straight answer. Unfortunately for NiteFire, he really had no idea where the Autobots were, so throughout the day and most of the night he was stabbed, electrocuted, cut, and bruised from all of the torture. He eventually couldn't take it and like his companion, lay limp and bleeding on the metal slab he was bound to.
Months went by of this torture for both NiteFire and Barricade. They have not been able to answer a single question that Simmons threw at them. They had no knowledge of the Deceptions so when they asked, "Where are the Autobots" they were generally specifying the Cybertronian race all together, but Barricade and NiteFire didn't know that.
One day they brought in Frenzy, who had surprisingly had been able to recover all by himself. He was bound to a small chair and forced to watch, but not answer any questions. At this time NiteFire and Barricade were both awake enduring the same torture and the same question over and over again. Finally Barricade, who was usually calm, snapped. "What the hell! If you think we can't answer this question then why do you keep asking it!!!" He shouted as loud as his tortured body would let him. Simmons smiled as he climbed down from NiteFire's naked body. He looked up at the smaller giant and grinned. He then motioned for a scientist to come to him. When he did he whispered something in his ear. Barricade couldn't hear it but NiteFire could. "Now is the time. Let see if we can take a small piece of that glowing object in his chest and put it in that other one we've been making." NiteFire's ears caught. His eyes widened as he registered the humans words, then he began to squirm, his tail flailing wildly. "GET THAT THING IMOBILIZED NOW!!!" Simmons shouted as he realized that the tail was not strapped down and was now bashing away any who came within it's reach.
Barricade looked over at NiteFire, who was trying to break free despite his injuries. He saw the Nitrogen equipped soldiers and tried to warn NiteFire, but it was too late. The nitrogen ice began to slowly encase NiteFire's bare figure. NiteFire stopped and looked over at Barricade. "They are going to take a part of your spark to make their own transformer." NiteFire said before his neck was encased. Fortunately it stopped there. The remaining black and white fur on his scarred tissue detached itself from the cold, which Barricade thought was a pity because if there was one thing that always made him fell good, it was NiteFire's soft silky fur. Now it was just black and white scales that still shielded the sensitive wires and nerves below. His skin felt no pain, because like his armor, it was just something to use for protection.
Then the sentence that NiteFire said before caught Barricade's attention as he looked over to see a group of humans moving his chest armor. As soon as Barricade felt a sharp pain his his spark his body shut down, and he lay unconscious. The small piece of the spark that was cut wasn't going to kill Barricade, but it would have some effect on him. When it was removed and placed on a safe cart, it let out a flash of bright light, that stunned most of the workers. NiteFire screeched as he felt his eyes burn painfully. Frenzy shielded his eyes, but NiteFire blocked most of the flash so he was in no danger.
As soon as the flash had passed, the small chink of the spark faded and died right before Simmons's eyes, who watched the whole thing with Sunglasses on. His eyes widened as he then glared angrily at the beast next to him. He walked over to where he could see the bright orange eyes of the almost frozen behemoth. "WHAT HAPPENED!!!" He shouted, not noticing the fading color of NiteFire's eyes. "The spark will do you no good if it's not with the rest of the Cybertronian." the beast gasped through uneasy breathing. Enraged by everything that was happening he shouted an order at a nearby scientist. "CUT OFF THIS CREATURE'S WINGS! FILL HIS HORNS AND TORTURE HIM UNTIL HE'S UNCONSIOUS!!!" Simmons shouted as he stormed away.
NiteFire's vision grew blurry, then all he could see where shapes, then lines, and soon, nothing. Just black was all he could see. He didn't know what was going on. He wasn't sure if he was online or dead or anything. He then heard sound coming from in front of him. A voice spoke, a calm familiar voice that comforted NiteFire's racing mind. "Don't worry buddy. We'll get out of here someday. I just need you to do one thing. Hang on to what will you have left" the voice said. NiteFire registered it as Barricade, who must have woken up at some point in time. NiteFire smiled as he felt he was fading. He managed to utter the words "I love you" before he fell limp.