"AAAAAAAAAAARRGGGHH! AAAAAAAHHH! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGH!" Smokescreen screamed bloodcurdlingly, hot air ripping past his throat. He yelled even more, burning pain searing into him
like intensely focused fire. With each cut and tear of the weapon in Knockout's servo, he screeched, all the horrific pain concentrated in his cries. Make it go away!
Coolant stung his optics, but it was nothing compared to the agony. His optics were already close to unseeing. Smokescreen hardly felt it when warm tears streaked one by one down his cheeks.
Now he wasn't even sure when he was being hit or not, the residual throbbing almost as bad as the knife itself.
Knockout was laughing. His optics were unfocused and drifting away from each other, not that he needed to see when he was half-aiming tormenting blows onto Smokescreen. It didn't really matter where he hit. The knife he held in his servo was already dripping energon, and his servo was, too. Some blue liquid even splattered onto his metal. The same fluid poured like a waterfall over the sides of the berth from Smokescreen's wounds, contact with the ground sounding like continuous flat splats. Smokescreen coughed heavily, and soon energon bubbled out of his mouth like a mini flood as he kept writhing under the restraints. The metal slabs rubbed harshly against his wrists and ankles, but it wasn't like he cared. All he
cared about was how bad the torment hurt. Loud bellows of agony from him were so high in volume and so harshly concentrated that audios warped. Smokescreen tried to bring his arms down again and kick out his legs, but the restraints wouldn't let him.
Knockout tore slashes again and again into his chassis, and he swung the blue-soaked blade deep through metal, boring gouges and gashes over and over.
The scent of energon was strong in Smokescreen's olfactory sensors, making him retch even more. Knockout giggled happily while suddenly stabbing him in the abdomen, cutting through deep as he put all his weight on it. Smokescreen screamed yet again, thrashing desperately under the loops of metal. He
screeched in agony when Knockout cruelly twisted it into his stomach, burrowing deeper into his sensitive circuitry and protoform.
Spurts of energon swelled again and again from the ever-growing hole, falling over the sides and then splashing onto the ground again. Some of the puddles on the floor grew enough to even touch Knockout's pedes, but the red Decepticon took no notice. All he did was shove the knife deeper into Smokescreen's body, savoring every single grunt and scream and squirm that erupted from the young mech.
Smokescreen's very nerves vibrated with pain. Energon was gushing from him profusely, and he had not a single say in what was happening to him.
"KNOCKOUT! STOP! PLEASE!" He sobbed when he wasn't screaming. Darkness clouded his mind, and so did the impossible agony. He thought it was impossible for any bot to stand this much pain, that pain like this existed. Yet there he was, trying and almost failing to endure it. He could hardly see Knockout
sadistically push the dagger into his chassis, ripping it out just to mercilessly stab him again. No, NO! STOP! PLEASE STOP! He was helpless as he watched him laugh. Knockout slashed the blade across the young mech's chestplates for a final time. With a shriek, the Autobot fell unconscious, falling back onto the berth with a small, metallic clatter.
Knockout ripped the dagger from Smokescreen's torso, watching in delight as energon flew out as well. The hardly breathing form of his victim seeped energon, blue liquid pumping out of his numerous gashes freely.
Silence. Nothing but ragged breaths and the energon spraying out of the carved holes in Smokescreen's chassis, dripping onto the floor. Knockout was disappointed for Smokescreen having lost consciousness so quickly, but waited and licked some of the energon off of his servo casually. Mmm. Better than he'd
thought. He hadn't had energon fresh from a victim's body in a while. Knockout could hardly believe all he had been missing; he should do this more often. More hungrily and eagerly now, he licked off the blade still in his servo, swallowing contentedly. Smokescreen was made of good stuff.
He smiled when the Autobot mech onlined his optics, the blue light flickering
into them again.
"Mmmrggh…wha..?" Smokescreen groaned blearily, trying to get up. A small yelp came from him as he met the restraints, sharp pain from his cuts accompanying the movement. He plopped back down onto the berth, panting. Knockout heard Smokescreen's internal cooling fans whirring faintly.
Smokescreen was in pain. Lots of pain. It seethed through his body like a roaring bonfire, like a thousand flaming daggers stuck into him. Another small moan escaped him as he rested back on the tilted berth, restraints still holding him in a spread-eagle posture. Knockout chuckled as he put back the knife.
"Having fun?" He leered. Smokescreen glared at him silently, though his optics were wide with some fear. His chest rose and fell with effort. Knockout smiled. "I thought so. Are you up for the next round?" He purred in a deeper tone. The young mech flailed out abruptly, struggling against the shackles for all he was
worth.
"NO! NO! Not again!" He wailed, tears flowing again.
Knockout merely watched him, enjoying himself.
"No? Oh, too bad. That was just the beginning." Knockout said with a voice hardly louder than the scuffle of pedes. Smokescreen trembled with the sobs that overtook him, curling into himself slightly. His blue optics were pressed tightly closed, coolant streaming from them.
"No…plea-ease, no…" He whimpered, voice cracking. But he already knew it was useless to even attempt to stop him.
Knockout set down the knife, skimming his optics over the table of torture tools.
"Hmmm….no, none of these. I have better plans," He murmured, still not taking his optics off of them. Smokescreen's spark beat hard and fast in his chest, even though he couldn't find the strength to lift a finger. Silently, he laid there, helm hung. His optics were closed against the memory of the knife
sending sparks and energon into the air, but the audio-splitting screech of tearing metal still rang in his head, and images flashed across his mind's optic. He was still in pain, still leaking energon. Still spread eagle against the tilted berth, at the utter and complete mercy of Knockout.
Smokescreen lifted his optics when he heard the familiar sound of transformation, no sooner had it finished than an extremely loud buzzing sound filled the air. Knockout grinned at him, servo having transformed to his circular saw. The young Autobot choked out another sob, writhing under the restraints at the sight of the weapon, even though it was a futile effort.
"N-n-n-no, s-stop…please…" He stuttered feebly, his voice hardly louder than weak, watery rasps. The Decepticon took no notice, aiming with his saw.
"You were so much more strong-willed before. Such a shame you just cry now. Take it like a mech, Smokescreen. It's no fun for either of us that way. Well, strong or not, I'm going to make you have a blast," He purred, scarlet optics glittering. Smokescreen felt too tired to even turn his helm as Knockout drew the loudly whining saw back. But nothing could stop him from screaming as it made brutal contact.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!" The mech shrieked, thrashing wildly, only succeeding in making his ankles and wrists stained with his own energon. Knockout couldn't stop a wide smile suddenly growing on his faceplates for his life. He laughed as energon sprayed, too much to be healthy, onto his faceplates,
chestplates, and drenching his saw. Sparks flew as well, and Smokescreen's metal screeched as it was messily ripped open. Smokescreen himself was enduring impossible agony, too much to even begin to comprehend. He couldn't even think straight. All he knew was that it hurt, and that his throat hurt from
screaming, and that his optics stung from coolant, and that the agony was so bad he might just collapse again. His servos were shaking. Despite everything, he didn't deliberately try to get free from the restraints. He'd learned that there was no way out. Just to accept his horrendous fate, and hope that
Knockout has mercy on him. Smokescreen still knew that wishing for pity from the Decepticon was foolish. He was a sadistic beast that wanted to see him writhe and scream. It was no use. But nothing could stop Smokescreen from thrashing in response to the saw sinking through his chest.
Knockout smirked as he drew back the circular saw again. Smokescreen had his helm turned to the side, optics blank and wide with the sheer agony, trembling visibly. With a couple coughs, energon came sputtering out of his mouth. Painfully, he kept breathing, the exhales drawn out, stressed, and quivering,
while the inhales were shorter and desperate. He didn't seem to notice lone tears sliding sideways down his face, and how much he was quaking.
'Oh, if only he knew,' Knockout thought to himself, chuckling. The room was hardly quiet with the droning buzz of the circular saw and Smokescreen's energon still continuously dripping over the sides of the berth. It was a wonder Smokescreen was still conscious, though he seemed drained.
Knockout lifted his weapon, quickly drawing it down again on a place unexpected.
Smokescreen's face.
The young mech let out another shrill cry of horror and pain as it ripped through his faceplates and one of his optics. He thrashed desperately, still yelling for all he was worth. He didn't think anyone would ever have the spark cruel enough to do something like this. Obviously he had thought wrong. The agony was like nothing before, setting his sensors alight. He was shaking in pain, not even able to scream anymore. A couple strangled whimpers and grunts still escaped him, though. One of his optics was shredded oh so painfully, horrendously split by the sparkless Decepticon.
The red mech pulled the weapon away, and laughed out loud at the sight. His victim successfully had a hideous gouge ripped deep into his head, hard to see because of all the energon spraying from it. Smokescreen was almost unrecognizable.
"Well, isn't that just marvelous?" He chortled.
"Stop…" Smokescreen merely whimpered, his words almost drowned out by the continuous whine of the saw and his energon splashing onto the floor. His metal was still quivering in pain and fear.
Knockout ignored him again, pressing a couple buttons on the datapad he'd put down earlier. In response, the berth slowly tilted forward with an almost inaudible whirr, so that Smokescreen was almost upright. The sudden pressure change took a toll on the Autobot, making him began to vomit up more energon.
Energon flow from his scores also grew stronger. Even though it was a nice touch, that wasn't what Knockout was striving for. He pressed another button on the datapad, and a square exactly the space where Smokescreen's doorwings were slid open. Knockout smirked, walking up to get behind Smokescreen while the young mech tried to figure out what he was going to do.
The Decepticon 'medic' reached through and roughly pulled both Smokescreen's wings through the opening with his free servo, the other one still a circular saw. The action triggered a grunt from the Autobot. Desperately, he began fluttering his doors, trying to make it hard for Knockout to get a grasp on either of them. He was starting to get wind of what the red mech was going to do.
In the end, Knockout took hold of one and yanked it out as far as it could go, holding it there in place.
"Aah!" Smokescreen cried out at the pain shooting down his wing and his back, spark beating wildly. His breaths grew short and quick as he braced himself for anything Knockout might do.
Crimson optics glimmering dangerously, the Decepticon brought his still revving saw to the base of the doorwing. Smokescreen had a few precious kliks to weakly whisper, "Oh, Primus, no," before Knockout lashed out.
A/N Forgive the cliffy...