The second year left as slow as the third rolled in. Hot Shot ever felt cold and alone and above all else . . . forgotten. He forgot many things he once loved thanks to Unicron. He had forgotten his friends, he had forgotten freedom, he had forgotten joy, he had forgotten even his home planet cybertron . . . Unicron was his home now. He ever hated Unicron, but he knew that is what Unicron wanted and Hot Shot did not want him to give him the joy of his hatred, but he could not help it . . . it came like a natural defense.
Hot Shot was not raised in the darkness and coldness of evil and so it would make sense that he would hate it. He was raised in the light of the sun and the joy of his loved ones and friends . . . but Unicron has taken that all away from him and now he only had hatred. Soon, Hot Shot feared, he would be like one of the horsemen. Like a slave . . . a cold zombie of the chaos-bringer.
Hot Shot forgot many things for he was kept in the dark for so long that he had dreams of the dark. He felt coldness for so long he forgot what the warmness of love was like. He wanted to remember he did, but being there for so long made him forget and he hated it so much. He wanted to see the light again.
He wanted to see the light that reflected off the once beautiful cyber city. He was glad that it was still somewhat a blur to him for at least he still remembered that, but he knew that he wouldn't for long for Unicron would make him forget every joy he once knew. He knew Unicron would get rid of everything . . . like his autobot sign. Unicron saw the sign and he knew that it helped Hot Shot remember the autobots and his home and so Unicron did not want it here. He decided to take his sign away from him.
"You will not need this here," said Unicron as he took a device that would melt the metal off a transformer and came to Hot Shot's autobot sign.
"No, please. It's all I have left of my home!!" pleaded Hot Shot begging Unicron to leave it so e could remember.
"Like I said," came Unicron's voice. "You won't be needing that here. I am your new home now."
He then pressed the hot device against Hot Shot's shoulder and began to burn the sign off him. Hot Shot cried out in pain as the melted metal dripped down his bolted arm. Unicron changed many things on his body. Many things Hot Shot would miss dearly.
Hot Shot's colors began to dim and change to dull colors. It began to suit the place he was in . . . lifeless. His optics, he feared, began to change as well. He remembered Cheetor saying that he saw them, once, change from baby blue to a sickly yellow, but that was just once and it never did happen again. Hot Shot saw Unicron's men and that they had a sign on them signifying they were from Unicron.
He always wondered if Unicron would force his sign on him too. Ever Unicron would torture Hot Shot to try and change him into a warrior for him, but Hot Shot was a fighter and did not move. Even though he was burned and his spark was tampered with and ever it hurt him. Unicron also would come into his mind and stab and jab at him making his mainframe feel like something began to eat away at his motherboard.
"STOP IT!!!" cried Hot Shot as he shook his head to and fro, his cried growing louder. "STOP IT. STOP!!!"
After hours of being tortured Hot Shot would go off line only to wake up to more. Unicron also would take out Hot Shot's spark and kill him, but put it back in only to torture him more and more. Hot Shot wished he would just let his spark return to the allspark where he could go and rest for eternity never to be laid a hand on again. Hot Shot wanted rest.
One day as Hot Shot laid before Unicron's spark unconsious Airazor came in to see him. She came by his side and looked upon him for a while. The more she got used to him being a prisoner there the more she began to notice things she hadn't before.
"My," she smiled. "He's pretty cute . . . can I keep him?"
"He is not for you Airazor," said Unicron.
"Aw, c'mon," she pouted. "I never get what I want!"
She then left and Unicron just gazed at Hot Shot. He wondered many things about him. Hot Shot was very different from the previous prisoners he's had before. Most would die or give in, but Hot Shot would not. It was not just cause he was a Prime, but he is very head strong and knows what he wants and he doesn't want to be a part of Unicron's men. It wasn't Hot Shot's spark for it was very weak and one small hit would kill it, but it was his powerful will.
He had a very strong will and that is what Unicron admired. Even though his spark was weak and he was at the point of death Hot Shot would rather die then give in and let the torture stop just to be a horseman of Unicron. But Still Unicron would try and break his will. He would try with all his might and if he couldn't do it then no one could.
One day when Hot Shot was fighting with Rhinox Hot Shot had managed to trip Rhinox and therefore beat him. The other horsemen enjoyed this, but Rhinox did not.
"I knew Hot Shot would win," smiled Airazor. "Now pay up you idiot."
Terrorsaur just grunted and gave her her winnings. Cheetor was very silent though as he watched Rhinox closely. Cheeotr knew that Rhinox would try something just as soon as Hot Shot turned his back to put up his weapons . . . and he did.
"Hot Shot look out!" cried Cheetor jumping up.
Rhinox then jumped and and took his sword and stabbed him through his back and out through his stomach. Hot Shot gazed down at the weapon stuck out of his stomach, but he had an emotionless exspression on his face as if he felt now pain of the blow at all. Cheetor feared this would soon happen. Hot Shot forgot what even pain felt like from a simple weapon used on the battle field often.
Rhinox let got and let Hot Shot turned around to face him. Rhinox just smirked as he got the last blow, but Hot Shot just took a hold of the weapon and pulled it through. He winced once as the handle came all the way through and made his wound wider, but he soon straightened and held out the weapon before Rhinox and said-
"This is not where the weapons go . . . Rhinox."
"Unicron has really messed you up boy," said Rhinox as he took the sword and wipped off the oil. "You knew this would happen if you don't give into our master."
"Isn't it better to feel nothing then pain in the first place?" said Hot Shot as he sat down and held his stomach.
"Your nerve system must be down, but don't worry about that . . . Unicron will make it jump back to life again. He likes for his patients to feel pain when he tortures them," smiled Rhinox. "So when that happens come back and we shall spar again and when I hit you you will feel pain."
Hot Shot just got up and left. He went back to his room and then tried to heal himself, but he was no doctor and so he had to wait till Unicron took him again. But when Unicron did he revived Hot Shot's nerve system and Hot Shot could feel again, but not with his emotions . . . he began to forget those too. He always wondered what he'd forget next . . . what was there left to forget?
Even though Hot Shot felt the pain he was used to it. He knew every jolt, every jab, every hit, every burn, every slice, everything. That was one thing he was not to proud of remembering. He could never forget these feelings. He knew all the torture devices used on him too well.
The moment it touched his metal he could tell which one it was, but the worst was when Unicron would jab at his mind and try to make him do things he did not want to. Hot Shot never did them, but he would pay dearly for that and sometimes it almost cost him his life. Hot Shot knew though that Unicron would not kill him cause that is what Hot Shot wanted and he knew that Unicron would not give Hot Shot what he wanted ever. He would keep him . . . but for how long Hot Shot did not know.
The year was the same as the last. he would get tortured by Unicron and nearly beaten to death by Rhinox. Hot Shot knew if he tried to fight then it would just get worse and he would hit him harder. Ever Hot Shot wanted to hit back, but he knew he had to save his strength for when he would be tortured by Unicron and so he let Rhinox hit him.
He was called a wimp and a weakling a lot, but that was just because he would not defend himself against Rhinox's blows. If the others could see him now then maybe they would call him weak too, but to Hot Shot . . . he was not weak, but wise. Being in Unicron for so long forces you to think and thinking is all you can really do. There was so much time inside Unicron to think of many things . . . mostly your life and how you came to be trapped in Unicron.
Hot Shot remembered how, but he didn't care. He was just glad that they did unite and chase Unicron away. He knew that it was thanks to Starscream and Wheeljack for who else would have convinced Optimus and Galvatron? But there were still many things that Hot Shot did not know . . . like Starscream's death or that Optimus and the others are currently looking for him as he thought.
Unicron knew they were looking for him and he knew that it was only a matter of time before they found him, but he did not want to give Hot Shot up just yet. He wanted to change Hot Shot first, but Hot Shot was so strong willed that it would take a millenia to do so and he knew that he did not have that much time. As he gazed at Hot Shot who lay before him unconscious before him he used his organic wires to lift Hot Shot closer to his spark. Unicron then smiled and said-
"I like you Hot Shot. You are tough and spirited and you possess a power that I have yet to see. You are far better than any of my men."
Unicron then pondered on his thoughts on what he was to do with Hot Shot. He then placed Hot Shot back down and said-
"I know that my power is failing me and soon I shall be nothing, but just in case . . ."
He then opened Hot Shot's chest and to his spark that beated so dimly from that day's torture he came. Unicron then took a peice of his own spark and went to Hot Shot's, but as he touched it it shot out a couple of sharp sparks. This made Unicron halt for a minute, but he soon continued. Unicron had succeeded in placing a peice of his own spark into Hot Shot.
"I shall give you a peice of my spark so if anything were to happen to me then I shall live on in you and grow to were I shall return someday," said Unicron as he closed Hot Shot's chest. "Because of this you shall have great powers . . . my powers."
Unicron then let Hot Shot rest and regain his strength for the next day.
Hot Shot's girl: Da da da dum! Gasp! bet ya weren't exspecting that were ya? Well just you wait till you see how Unicron's spark effects Hot Shot in the fourth year;)