Okay, here's Chapter 5! Again, thanks to the Guest who reviews, to Wavecat and smokiesgirl for favoriting, and to Gekko12 and smokiesgirl for following! :)


They all froze as the black triple changer stood, fangs extended dangerously long and optics blazing with the ravenous insanity his vampire-like side was known for possessing. The mech's wings flared and, without warning, he lunged, going for the nearest, who happened to be one of the Vehicon guards working under Blackwing's authority.

The scream that tore from his vocalizer one of pure and unadulterated horror, one that pierced their very sparks. They watched in horror -and for some, slight and morbid fascination, for the mech's murderous moods were entertainment for them- as the soldier was attacked. Long, toxic claws tore through refined armor with terrifying ease...slashing through the soldier, ripping him apart piece by piece, the Energon gushing from the wounds being the only thing the triple changer ingested; it boiled and sizzled and hissed, nearly overwhelmingly hot, as it splashed against the flared armor of the mech currently attacking its owner. The unfortunate Vehicon's limbs were torn off, strewn across the room haphazardly, and the huge fangs slashed through the Vehicon's neck, tearing away his vocalizer with a wrench and a sickening crunch as it was quickly destroyed and devoured by the assassin. The talons sunk deep into the chestplates, wrenching them open and latching onto the spark casing, ripping it from its host. The Vehicon's body jerked, yet being unable to scream made it all the more unnerving. Knock Out did not throw away or consume the spark; it only confused them as his massive subspace opened and he hid it away from prying optics. The Energon flowing from the body was quickly lapped up by the medic. The blazing crimson optics snapped up, locked onto his next target.

A target that happened to be Airachnid, who was currently using her lord and master as an enormous, sentient shield.

The triple changer's mouth widened into a disturbing and sadistic grin, and he advanced, wings flared wide. A malevolent snarl rumbled throughout his chassis as he made his slow, menacing way towards the stunned femme. The medic's partner saw the window of opportunity and, however small it was, took the chance that was presented.

"Everyone back!" Breakdown roared, waving his servos as he moved in front of his enraged partner. They all hesitated, and he sensed it, turning.

"What in the Pit are you waiting for?! MOVE!" His fiery tawny glare was enough motivation. Everyone tore out of their seats, all moving to the other side of the room to stand behind Megatron, who remained powerful and silent as he stood blocking the conference room's only point of entry and exit. Had it been any other mech, the Division Commanders would not have moved so quickly.

But it was not "any other mech".

It was Knock Out.

A mech with vast knowledge of the Cybertronian body, knowledge that could be put to beneficial or malevolent use. The medic used said knowledge as leverage on the field, striking the enemy where he knew it would cause severe and nearly irreparable damage. He used it for gruesome entertainment as a means of feeding the ennui his mind succumbed to. The worst was when he used it to fuel the rage when he succumbed to the beast within...

In other words, his predilection for cold-blooded murder.

The murderer glared at his partner, optics narrow and fangs bared as vicious growls erupted from deep within his chassis.

Breakdown was not perturbed, however. "Knock Out. You need to calm down. Listen to me." He moved forward hesitantly.

Knock Out snarled, baring his huge fangs, his blazing optics fixed on the nearest object of interest. His olfactory vents flared, picking up the scent of a new target. The Officers watched, wary and tense, aware that if Breakdown made even the slightest of unwelcome moves his partner would most likely succumb to the irrevocable and inescapable bloodthirsty wrath of the beast.

"Breakdown, if you are going to do something in an attempt to stop your partner, I suggest that you do so before I am forced to intervene," Megatron snarled, armor flaring as the Commanders stood cautiously behind him.

"With all due respect, it takes a while to calm him down, my liege," the navy mech responded.

"Then do so already and cease wasting our time!" Airachnid hissed, her spider legs clicking.

"What do you think I'm trying to do?" the SIC of the Medical Division growled, armor flaring. Unfortunately, Knock Out saw it as a sign of weakness and threat and pounced. Everyone but Megatron moved back abruptly, not expecting what had just occurred.

Knock Out snarled as he pinned the navy blue mech to the ground, wings flared wide and engines growling with unrestrained fury. Breakdown hissed as the huge talons tightened on his throat to begin injecting poison into his systems by means of main circulatory Energon lines, the toxin carving through his veins making the task of circulating air throughout his overheating vents more difficult with each passing moment.

"Breakdown?" Megatron narrowed his optics, armor flaring as he made to step forward, recognizing what the medic was currently doing. He was not about to lose one of his best frontliners, one that brought both massive strength and cunning to the battlefield.

"No." Megatron hesitated ever so slightly, his frame radiating his fury, at the one hoarse and choked word that came from the Second-in-Command of the Medical Department. "Do not...move..." The warrior gasped, optics flickering as they briefly locked with the simmering gaze of the feared Decepticon warmonger. "He's given..." Breakdown cringed and coughed hoarsely as black burns began to appear on his armor. "...I am...immune to the...poison. Only slight...discomfort..."

Megatron did not favor how the words of the Second-in-Command of the Medical Division were forced and strained. He narrowed his optics, prepared to incapacitate the ravenous medic should the circumstances worsen. Starscream, unfortunately, noticed the change in her master's disposition.

"My lord, should we not assist him?" she purred, fanning her wings as her dark optics fixed on the struggling mech and the snarling beast. "We cannot afford such a casualty. Breakdown is a valuable addition to our ranks, in and out of the battlefield. We would be devastated without him."

Megatron looked down at the Femme Commander. "Have some form of useless faith, Starscream, and cease making things overly dramatic. Breakdown knows how to handle his partner." He snarled, armor shifting and flaring from his frame. "All we can do, for the time being, is see how he will handle him."

Starscream faced the topic of their conversation, her powerful engine rumbling softly as she crossed her servos. "If you say so, Master." There was a brief moment of silence, as if the femme was either lost in her thoughts or merely pausing for suspense.

As it would seem, Starscream continued after a moment of watching Breakdown attempt to make his lover's iron grip falter. "Yet it has come to my attention that things have been shaky between the two as of present." A bitter smirk appeared on her faceplates, enough to make the warlord's spark twist in slight disgust and irritation at the fact that the Femme Commander was currently delighting in the events that were playing out before them. "What will happen if Knock Out does not restrain himself and terminates his partner?"

The warlord growled, his powerful engine rumbling. "That will not happen, Starscream, and you very well know it. Now be silent and let us observe what is currently happening." The threat hidden deep in such a quietly given statement did not go unnoticed by the femme, and she curled her mouthplates back into a soft and bitter snarl as she followed her lord and commander's orders.

"Knock Out..." Breakdown was attempting to reason with his enraged superior, smoke rising from the growing burns on his chassis as the hissing of the heavy, refined metal filled the area. "You need to...stop..."

The medic merely snarled and narrowed his optics, his grip tightening so much that the frontliner's neck was slowly becoming crushed. His wings rose and flared, showing his growing irritation. Why was this prey so hard to terminate? Why could he not just tear out his spark and be done with it? What was so different?

Powerful engines rumbling, the triple changer increased the strength of his hold. Perhaps strangling the life out of this irritatingly resilient prey would help. But oh, it would not be as painful when he ended up on his dissection table...oh, no. The fun would just be beginning.

Terminate him. What are you doing? Just kill him already!

No. There is something different about this one. This prey...it is not as mindless as the rest.

Whether our food has a processor able to function correctly is not our problem. We must refuel! Do you not smell that delicious Energon? You are hungry, that we know. You must refuel, you must! Unless you are too weak-willed...

Your luck is running out, and my patience is thinning. I suggest that you mute your vocalizer.

Or what? You will terminate me? I am you! You cannot kill me without killing yourself! Now kill him!

No!

Breakdown noticed the faint flicker in his mate's optics, recognizing the inner argument he was currently having with himself. "Fight it, Knock Out. Control. Control yourself."

The triple changer growled, his grip loosening ever so slightly, as his wings displayed his inner turmoil. "Breakdown..." Suddenly he threw himself off of the weakened navy blue mech, leaning heavily against the wall. All of the Commanders tensed, weapons whirring. Knock Out snarled at them, narrowing his flickering optics. The action did nothing to subdue their anxiety.

Breakdown stood, placing a soothing servo on his partner's back as the forceful tremors returned. "It is alright," he murmured. "We'll find refuel somewhere." He was only slightly concerned at the weak hiss that came from Knock Out, his tawny optics flickering as he looked down at his superior. With a slightly unnerving snap, his focus returned to the tense mechs and femmes standing in front of him, and his golden glare fixed on the wary Commanders. He did not seem to care that his lord and master was the one who glared back as he spoke in a deep and furious growl. "Lower your weapons. Now."

Megatron waved a servo and they did as told. "Breakdown, leave and find refuel for your partner. The rest of you, sit down."

Breakdown led his lover out of the room, steadying him with a strong grip. The Commanders all watched as they disappeared.


Sorry this was kind of rushed. Tell me what you think, and then I will go back and add more.

Bye! :)