The Nemisis, Jack's POV

It had been a couple hours since Knockout had come into the room and began to try and torture information out of me.

But I down right refused to speak.

I'd never willingly give up anything to put my family in danger, even if what I considered as a family was comprised of both humans and alien robots.

I shut my eyes tightly as Knockout used an energon prod, the sharp metal tip nicking the skin on my side, just above my hip. The electricity made pain flood my senses, a small gasp of pain left my lips, but I forced the scream that was caught in my throat to die away.

"Lord Megatron was right when he said you were stuborn." Knockout said with a chuckle. I glared at him, though it was hard since I was having some trouble lifting my head.

"It isn't that I'm stuborn, it's that I have a sense of loyalty, something you 'cons seem to lack." I said, remembering how so many 'cons seemed to be abandoning Megatron lately. Knockout scowled, then lifted the prod.

I gave a short yell of pain as the sharp edge dug into the skin that covered my ribs. More electricity coarsed through me, making me writhe in pain. I gave a few more muffled sounds of pain before he removed the prod. My breathing was slightly heavy, and my body ached to the core.

I yelled again as the prod's sharp tip dug into my belly, staining my shirt with a small amount of blood. The electricity burned, it felt like my blood had turned into fire.

"Now, are you willing to tell me where the Auutobot base is? Or do you need more...convincing...?" He asked, setting down the energon prod and lifting the sharp metal instrument he'd first used.

My breathing became steady once more, though it was slightly labored, and I looked up at him.

"As if I'd give up my family."

The sharp metal tore at my shoulder.

Autobot Base, 3rd POV

"Why? Why did they take Jack?" Arcee asked angrily.

"It would seem that Megatron decided that it would be easy to gether information on our whereabouts from one of our human charges. Not only would it benefit him, but Megatron would also get the revenge he so craves against Jack, since he was the one to restore my memories with the key of Vector Sigma." Optimus said calmly, though the emotion in his optics decived his composure.

Arcee sat down, raising a hand to her head as she felt her emotions overwhelm her. 'Bee chirped sadly, going over to the femme and gently resting a hand on her shoulder.

While Arcee was Jack's guardian, everyone had to admit that Jack was almost as important to them as well. When Optimus had lost his memories, Jack had kept the 'bots going, had risked himself to restore Optimus' memories, he'd sacrificed any chance at having a normal life, for them.

"C'mon Arcee, Jack's tough! He can take anything the 'cons can dish!" Bulkhead said, voice confident.

"While it's true that Jack has shown significant signs of strength and loyalty to us, I highly doubt he will last long if we do not hurry." Ratchet said. He earned a glare from Miko when June burried her face in her hands and began to sob, and Raf was on the edge of tears as well.

Ratchet sighed sadly before continuing to search for the missing teen on the monitor.

The Nemisis, 3rd POV

"Lord Megatron."

The voice of Knockout shook the 'con leader out of his thoughts, and he turned to face the red mech.

"Well?"

"He won't say anything. Like you said, Lord Megatron, the fleshbag is stuborn. He's completely loyal to the Autobots. I can't even get him to scream, no matter how painful the torture." Knockout's voice trailed off, crossing over the idea that he had somethign in mind.

"What do you suggest should be done next with the child?" Megatron asked, arms folded behind his back.

"Well, with your permision, my leige. I would like to run some experiments on the boy, see how an organic body can cope with Cybertronian tech."

Megatron was silent for a few moments, then nodded.

"Very well, but do not kill the boy. If we still cannot extract information from him at a later time, then we shall find another use for him."

Knockout gave a sweeping bow to the 'con lord, then left quickly, eager to begin.

Jack's POV

I glanced up from the floor as Knockout entered the room once again. But was srprised when he grabbed me (Which hurt like scrap), and removed the chains that had held me.

He turned, leaving the room, and he went swiftly down hallway after hallway. I felt my insides twist with nausia, the continuous motion making my head spin as well.

We then entered a room, and I flinched when I saw medical equiptment.

Knockout then set me on a large metal table and used chains once again. One wraped around each wrist, another around my upper and lower legs. A couple bound my upper arms and a last one was wound around my neck, all together effectivly pinning me down to the table.

I watched as Knockout gathered strange devices from around the mecial room. He said nothing, only set the items down to the side before taking one and turning to look down at me. A smirk crossed his face and he moved the item closer, pressing it to my skin. He dragged it down, slicing through my shirt from my right shoulder to the middle of my abdominin (Sorry if that's spelled wrong). I shut my eyes tightly, giving a small sound of pain.

My eyes snapped open when something entered the cut and entered my body.

I finally screamed as I felt the worst pain I'd ever experienced. There was a clicking and whiring, and it felt like a thousand, sharp needles were piercing my stomach and heart, it hurt to even just breath.

I forced my eyes open, looking down at the cut, and my blood ran cold.

A strange, small robot, looking almost like a spider, stood there. Wires from its body ran into the large slash on my chest, curling and twisting, poking and scratching. Then a small, montonious voice came from it.

"Subject compantability: eighty-nine percent."

Knockout chuckled, turning away for a moment as the spider like device removed the wires from my body and scrambled off.

"Eighty-nine percent? Yes, you'll be sure to survive the installation." He muttered, more to himself then me.

He then turned, a small device in his hand.

"Let's see how you handle this, yes?"

Sorry that it's short! But I hope you guys like it. I hope the ending of this chap isn't confusing, sorry if it is! Luv you all!