A/N MOO.
"RRAAAAAAAAARRRGGGHHH! AAAAAA-AAAAAAHHHH! N-NO, NOOO! STOP! P-PLEASE! AAAAAAAGGGHH!" Smokescreen screeched when it hit, struggling for all he was worth. He closed his optics tight against the throbbing agony, energon already spilling freely from the slash. Knockout was already almost halfway through. His faceplates were splashed with blue, but he didn't care. Grinning, the cherry-red mech put more force on the saw, holding out the door straighter. Smokescreen was shaking, screaming, and writhing, tears sliding down his mangled face. He could
hardly see, what with one optic being painfully disabled and the other practically flooded with coolant. His working optic was shut tight anyway. A dark laugh erupted from Knockout's chest as he drew back the saw, the wing connected only by a couple circuits and a thin slab of metal. Smokescreen took the tiny moment to gasp for breath and whimper pitifully, servos trembling,
threatening to give out.
Without warning, Knockout ripped the wing off ruthlessly, a sharp, ripping snap tossed into the air. Smokescreen cried out again, struggling against the restraints for a second. Then he lay still. He focused on breathing, his one working blue optic staring blankly at the weak lights on the ceiling, still
trembling. The patch of exposed, sensitive circuitry leaked energon heavily.
Knockout chuckled, walking forward to add the wing to the table of body parts. Smokescreen watched in disgust and pain, mortified by the sight of his severed doorwing unconnected to his body. The doorwing he had been with since he was protoformed.
He was hardly aware when his tormentor strode back to him again, saying something about how his circular saw was too automatic for his liking and that he would choose a different tool for his other door. A metallic glint made Smokescreen snap to reality. With effort, he turned his head to see what it was. Knockout had chosen a large, serrated dagger with jagged edges, slightly resembling an earth saw. The young mech's spark sank to his pedes on sight.
Knockout smiled darkly at the terror in Smokescreen's optics.
"It would seem you're nervous already. This is certainly going to be fun," He chuckled knowingly.
Smokescreen offlined his optic, unwilling to watch his other doorwing being chewed off by the blade.
The Decepticon used much the same technique as with the other wing, going behind Smokescreen and holding out his door straight. The victim struggled more this time, flailing his remaining wing frantically.
"D-d-don't touch me!" He blurted, squirming on the berth.
Knockout smiled wider. "It's about time you got feisty again," He commented, raising an optic ridge.
Smokescreen didn't answer, simply choking down a sob and pressing his optic tightly closed. Seeing it as an invitation to continue, Knockout held the wing straight and then swung forward with the dagger, aiming at the base.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH!" Smokescreen shrieked, thrashing again. Pain set his back on fire, and a new spurt of energon welled from the first cut. Knockout messily tore the blade out again, the dagger stained with Smokescreen's energon now.
"NO! NO!" Smokescreen cried out, his wrists and ankles smearing with more energon as he fought against the restraints. Knockout laughed, swinging it back onto the door at the same spot with a gruesome metallic thud, starting to saw through it. Smokescreen cringed, and struggled further. More and more yells of agony made his throat sore, not that he cared anymore. Coolant streamed from the corners of his optics and his servos shook beyond control.
He blubbered plea after plea for it to stop, but nothing came. Energon spilled from his back. And though his energon reserves were getting so impossibly low, pouring from his gashes onto the ground, he felt his stomach tank begin to contract and spasm again. Closing his optics, he felt energon rush nauseatingly past his throat, making a sickening gurgling sound. He threw up all over
himself again. Red warnings flashed across his vision that energon levels were getting low. Not that he could do anything about it.
Knockout heard him heave, and glanced over to him. He smiled at the sight of Smokescreen purging, turning back to his work. The serrated dagger maliciously chewed through his metal and circuitry, leaving a horrendously torn slash.
Smokescreen's wing was sawed off almost halfway. The Autobot mech choked out another sob and tried to shove against the restraints, though out of strength to do so. Pain ripped into his back again when the blade hit once more, drawing another tormented cry from him. The suffering was almost too much to bear, and he felt wires be teased and then sawed through mercilessly. He gasped for
breath, optics wide and unfocused, staring at nothing. Smokescreen gave a weak struggle, but it was a futile effort that left him exhausted.
Knockout snickered, smirking at the doorwing. It was a little over halfway off. He easily tore away a couple wires stretched between it and the young mech's back with his claws. Enjoying the stifled grunt from Smokescreen, the Decepticon held the wing tighter and got ready. Glancing at the young mech for a second, he grinned wide and suddenly gave a terribly hard yank.
A sickening tearing sound resonated throughout the room, followed by a gush of new energon spilling onto the ground.
Smokescreen bucked, optics squeezed shut. A long, agonized screech pierced the air, and he shook uncontrollably with the pain. His doorwing wasn't torn completely off, just enough to leave a couple inches. But it hurt like the Pits. He was paralyzed, staring up blankly at the ceiling with a shaking optic.
Knockout chuckled darkly once more, slipping his servo into the fresh, deeper part of the cut and scraping his claws against raw metal. Unable to stop himself, Smokescreen grunted loudly, tears stinging his optics.
Satisfied, Knockout took hold of the wing and got ready to rip it completely off. The sufferer was aware, and braced himself for the agony that was soon to come, to lose all connection again… But Knockout was already bored with his simple method of just tearing it off. He made up his mind that he would try something new. Lacking pause, he mercilessly twisted the door, pulling as hard as he could.
The response was instantaneous. Smokescreen thrashed and shouted, agony not just in his back, but sinking cruel tendrils his entire body. He was quivering so much his metal clattered, and his optic was squeezed tight, tears flowing over his cheeks. Again, Smokescreen shrieked as Knockout bent his wing further, finally ripping it away with a sharp wave of pain. He panted, coolant streaming from the corner of his one functioning optic. He took note of the fact that his back was numb, but screaming agony at the same time. His doorwings were gone, ripped away by Knockout.
Knockout himself was laughing, the door in his clutch. He laughed at the pain Smokescreen was feeling. He laughed at his trembling, his crying. He laughed at his helplessness. He laughed because he loved it all.
The red mech stopped at last, smirking at Smokescreen. Without another word, he turned on his heel and placed the door on top of the other one on the table.
"Yes, we're getting more into the real action now," He spoke at last, not even turning to look back at Smokescreen. "But I'd like to do a couple more things before I permanently offline you," He added as he spun around again, stepping forward and waving the energon-smeared dagger in Smokescreen's face. Smokescreen grimaced.
"Your energon really isn't that bad, by the way. How'd you like a taste?"
It took a moment for the Autobot to absorb what he was saying. But when he did, his optic grew wide and his spark grew cold with horror. Involuntarily, Smokescreen's mouth dropped open. A simple mistake.
Knockout cackled, suddenly ramming the dagger into his victim's open mouth brutally with glee. The Autobot mech cried out in shock and pain, and then screamed a second time. His servos were shaking.
The serrated edges stabbed the roof of his mouth, his glossa, the back of his throat, cutting through deep and ripping more gashes in him. He tasted fresh energon, the new traces from the
scars in his mouth as well as the energon that dripped from the dagger. More screams erupted from him.
Without mercy or hesitation of any kind, the Decepticon twisted it and shoved it through even further; it was enough to stab through the back of the young mech's mouth and penetrate a couple inches. A spurt of energon welled up, making his other shriek of mind-bending agony sound like he was underwater. Knockout pulled it back out, laughing softly as Smokescreen broke out coughing, energon sputtering from his mouth again and again. Sickening choking sounds came from the Autobot as energon pumped into his throat, making breathing an almost impossible task. It was like drowning.
All Knockout did was watch casually as his victim spat out clots of his own energon. An eerie, gurgling wail sounded through the air as Smokescreen tried to cry out in despair. It was just terrible…he'd die this way, choking on his own energon!
Suddenly, a new explosion of pain from his back. Yet another bloodcurdling shriek fell away from him in immediate reply, some more blue liquid spilling loudly to the ground. The Decepticon medic was eagerly raking the bare patches on Smokescreen's back where the doorwings were torn off with his claws, staining his servo with energon. The white mech felt tears running from his single functioning optic again. "KNOCKOUT! STOP! MAKE IT STOP!" He sobbed, but his words were garbled by the energon. Surprisingly enough, Knockout understood his desperate plea.
"Now, now, why would I stop? I'm having so much fun!" The red mech chirped, grinning. He finally pulled his servo from Smokescreen's back and hastily licked off the energon. After his last swallow, he sighed and turned towards the closest table, the one that had the assorted torture tools. The Autobot wasn't able to see what he was doing, and trembled in fear of what he might do next. He longed for his tormentor to give him a quick death and be done with it…Smokescreen had no wish to endure this for any longer.
"Ah! Here it is!" Knockout cried suddenly. Smokescreen wasn't sure he wanted to know what he'd found. Obviously another torture tool.
But what he saw in Knockout's servo as the red Decepticon sauntered back to stand in front of him made him want to cry for his carrier.
The sadistic, red mech chuckled darkly. He held in his servo an adaptation of his usual energon prod. But this instrument of torture was shorter, and the end where electricity crackled was bigger. More voltage sparked from it.
"You might want to brace yourself. This could take a while," Knockout advised, aiming the scintillate tip towards Smokescreen's half-shredded chest.
A/N Primus, I'm evil... XD
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AAAAAAAND Smokescreen hates me now... T-T Well, it was the inevitable, wasn't it? XDDDDD
Smokescreen: PRIMUS FRAG YOU *sobs*
Me: Uh-huh. Yeah. ANYWAY...
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