The Warrior's Heart Chapter 5 "Doctors' visit: Part 2"
~ Okay, I was going to stop with the whole explanation author's note and let you guys enjoy the chapter without me (more or less) yammering along. Two things then I'll be out of your hair, I promise. One: it was EXTREMELY hard to find a song that sort of fits Megatron's and Optimus' situation. (No, this isn't a slash.) I swear, I could not find a single song without some love betrayal in the lyrics. I finally found one and it's "Just Like You" by Three Days Grace. I'm not going to write out the lyrics, but you guys should probably listen to it especially on Youtube AMVs. ;) The second thing is that the editor on this website apparently doesn't like indents so sorry if the paragraphs were like that. My English Lit OCD was going off like crazy! Sorry, English 101 lingered over the years. My professor was really strict on grammar and indents so yeah…. Anyways, let's get "Part two" underway.
Thank you for the two reviews, ladies! And as always, I don't own Transformers, but I do own my OCs and "Igor". Also WARNING: GRAPHIC MEDICAL PROCEDURE and some mentions of nudity.~
Scalpel cursed with frustration with trying to work on the shrieking, writhing human. Her wrists were pinned down to her sides and her ankles with strong magnetic clamps. Even though she was clearly restrained, she still seemed to buck him off her chest. "Hold still! Primus, you are a handful!" He stabbed her with his right pinchers. "Arg!" The human's scream of pain escaped from her mouth. She looked down at her thigh, which had a pencil sized hole with blood flowing from it. From the wound, the pants leg was soaked with the dark stained blood.
" Zat vill teach you not to disobey me! I could throw you to zhose wretched Insections right now, but I have to finish yaw transformation!" Scalpel yelled while pointing his pincher at her with anger. His internal fans were working overtime to calm down his circuitry. "What freaking transformation?" She shouted with a mixture of anger and fear.
The lobotomized Transformer's rusted and crumbling joint groaned and strained as he brought up his left fist to Scalpel's level. He never moved his eyes and didn't even say a word as he uncurled his fist to his master, revealing the small toolbox. Scalpel giggled with glee. He leaned down and stuck his hands down into the box. Theresa tilted her head upward to see what the demented doctor was bringing out. Great, I'm stuck with Dr. Frankenstein and he's acting like he just got the 'motherload' at some stupid sci-fi convention. Ugh. Theresa moaned internally. Her eyes widened when he stood back up with a rather large collar and other weird pieces of metal in his hands. "Now, zhis vill be fun. Vell, for me, anyvay." He cackled. Theresa was too tired from fight back at the inescapable clamps, but that didn't mean she stopped screaming names and threats back at him and Lord Megatron. "Oh, I can't wait when I get out of here. I'm gonna fry you like the shrimp you are! You and Mega-turd better let me go right now or the freaking army's gonna nuke your sorry selves". She said while Scalpel walked with a tad bit more excitement than Theresa wanted.
The Decepticon held up the collar close to Theresa's head so she can take a good long look at it. There were hundreds of thin syringe needles lining the interior of it, but there was only one small, square panel with screws locking it in, which held the circuitry for the wide speaker on the outer covering of the collar. Whenever she would speak, her English tongue would be translated into Cybertronian. " If your primitive brain somehow manages to learns how to take zhis off, you vill never speak again. " Scalpel warned.
The semi-circle collar was thrown right onto her throat, which held her vocal cords. The prongs pricked her skin deep enough to hook into the tissue. Computer-programmed nanites flooded from within the prongs. They attached themselves to the sensitive, delicate vocal cords. The human body sensed the foreign objects and when the nanites penetrated the capillaries and veins, the white blood cells went on the defense and tried to attack them, but since they weren't "organic material", the white blood cells were destroyed. Theresa bit down on her bottom lip with the searing pain coming from the nanites as they released chemicals to attack her body systems. She gagged when they reached her digestive systems. She couldn't hold back the gag reflex and threw up on herself (including Scalpel). He cursed rapidly in Cybertronian and jumped up and down like a child doing a temper tantrum. "Zhat is IT!" Theresa closed her eyes and a few tears escaped from the acid burning her neck. Seeing that she was still immobilized from the "medicine", Scalpel figured it was safe for her to be released from her restraints. She slowly rolled on her side and coughed, trying to clear her throat. If she wasn't in so much pain, she could have laughed and pointed at the vomit-doused Scalpel. She didn't mean to throw up on him, but it was just an added "bonus" (for her).
Megatron turned on the camera-like device beside him, seeing that the show was just starting to see some action. Soundwave had hacked into the NEST headquarters before and left the "door" opened for him to sneak back in, just in case he needed to. Of course, the human hackers weren't up to par for his "cyberbattle" and he knew that it wouldn't be trouble. :Transmission: secure and functional. Ready for your command, Lord Megatron.: Soundwave spoke through Megatron's comlink. : Send them the feed, but keep the medic bay's speaker system blocked so they can't speak to her.:
"Megatron." A hologram screen popped up on the glass window. Optimus' cold stare and deep snarl filled the screen.
"Optimus Prime, you should have known that this was going to happen eventually. You wanted to align yourself with that pathetic race, and now, they're paying the price for it. You should be glad that I didn't decide to bomb some populated city or develop some infectious disease and distribute it in the airways. Oh, I could have done so much more." Megatron chuckled with a toothy grin. His eyes narrowed with a leer.
" Rest assured, Megatron, I will rescue her. No matter where you hide, I will find her and rip out your retched spark." Optimus' words were dripping with anger, but he never snapped at Megatron. His eyes never moved from Megatron's face.
Megatron looked up from Optimus' screen and moved his hand over the touch screen on his left chair arm. His talons scratched the surface as they moved around in a circle, sending a signal to the camera to face in the direction of the glass window. "Is this what you wanted back so much?" The camera zoomed onto Theresa's ashen and vomit-smeared face. Her eyes were partially open. She moaned and tried to sit up, but the nanites located near her arms and legs sensed her movement and shocked the nerves intertwined in her muscles. She gasped and jolted in pain. "Get in here, now!" Scalpel huffed and went over to Igor, who obediently picked him up with an open hand. While the two beings were leaving the medic bay via the back door, the other dogs and animals looked down at the human, wondering what was going to happen next. "Geez, Scalpel, relax. I'm here." A human-sized Transformer trotted into the room. His body was completely silver and had a very humanoid, male frame. He looked like an advanced drive test mannequin that humans used for testing cars. His smile was more sharpened and thinner than a human. He walked over to the elevator's location and stepped in, whisking him up to the top of the table. "Oh, what do we have here? Teenage girl?" He shook his head in disbelief.
Scalpel debriefed him on the situation and told him to finish up on the metallic patches. "Hey, girly." The Transformer nudged her with his foot and knelt down beside of her. Feeling like he needed to have a "human touch", he activated his human disguise, "Dylan". Liquid, malleable metal oozed out of the crevices and creases covering his body. The metal hardened and turned into synthetic, but thick, black/silver hair that stood upward and then folded backward. Black hair stubble covered his chin, jaw line, and his upper lip. His eyes turned from deep red to blue with a grayish tint. His abs were well defined which were covered with a dark gray t-shirt and black jeans. The remnants of the metal dissolved and molded into black tennis shoes. He snatched the girl's shirt collar and lifted her upward to face him. Her eyesight was blurred and small flickers of light flashed in her vision. It was hard for her to concentrate on her movements also due to the nanites that found her way to her cerebrum, the front of her brain. She was shivered as her body was starting to get colder then back to normal again, another aspect that the cerebrum is responsible for. "Gonna have to cut this hair off yours." Dylan smiled as he positioned himself behind her and tilted her head back. Theresa didn't know what he said and she really didn't care. Her head was spinning and her pelvis area was burning and bubbling with discomfort. The Pretender found a straight razor in the toolbox that Scalpel left behind and proceeded to shave the top and the left side of her hair off, while hacking off the rest of the hair since they only got in his way. Oh, how Theresa will react when she comes out of her stupor.
Since Theresa was a female, she had other bodily changes like every female. Megatron grimaced and cursed the human race when Scalpel explained it to him before. He didn't want the girl "desecrating" his ship so he wanted that thing to stop, not caring if anything happened to her. The other Autobots and the soldiers in the communications room were absolutely livid as Dylan was handling Theresa. He held her close before picking up one of the palm-sized patches of metal. They weren't any patches of metal. One was a functioning, compacted comlink, which will go on the left side of her skull behind her ear and where the temporal lobe was located. The other patch was a tracking device and would be placed on top of her head, nestled behind her hairline. Ratchet, as well as Dylan and Scalpel, knew the only what those could stick to the skull would be to practically screw it into the skull. And that's why Dylan did. Theresa cried out in pain as he cut deep into the scalp. He wrapped his legs around her waist so she would stay still. He tilted the razor as he traced around the bald spot. He switched to a small soldering rod. She screamed even louder and her tears flowed down her cheek when the hot, searing flame touched her exposed skin.
Ratchet shuddered as Dylan peeled off her skin to reveal the egg shell colored skull lying underneath. He growled when the Pretender covered her mouth and shushed her sadistically. "There, there." Theresa shook in pain. The patch was placed over her exposed skull and the mind-numbing pain reached a crescendo when the miniature drills from the underbelly of the patch burrowed into the hard bone. Dylan bear hugged her, but she kept on thrashing. He continued doing the same with the left side of her head, but he had laid her down on her side and literally sat on her. "Leave her alone, fragger!" Sunstreaker roared from behind Optimus, who was yelling at the human communication experts to turn it off, but they were unable to due to Soundwave. "This is a message to every organic spawn on that base: you wanted a war with me, this is your fate. I will destroy every last one of you. I don't care if you are a so-called 'soldier' or an innocent fleshling, I will make you regret that you ever chose to side with Optimus. She will stay with me as long as I see fit. In fact, I was thinking of keeping her the same length of time I stayed in that wretched Pit you called 'Hoover Dam'." The camera was now directed at Megatron as he was stating his message. "And Prime, I will annihilate every one of your drones if I ever sense them near our location. Consider this your only warning." He growled before signaling Soundwave to end the transmission.
Dylan marveled at the work. He shook his head at how resilient the girl was. She was still alive, but barely breathing. "Maybe Lord Megatron could let me keep you as a pet." He chuckled. He turned to leave, but Megatron commed him. : Take those clothings off and give them to Skywarp. He'll know what to do.:
Dylan reluctantly obeyed. He didn't really understand what Skywarp's going to do, but when Megatron speaks, you better fragging do it. Dylan dissolved back into his Cybertronian shell and elongated his fingers into sharp daggers. Theresa was limp as he slashed and tore her clothing off her body. He didn't know if Megatron wanted her undergarments as well so he grabbed those as well. Theresa was left naked and bleeding when the Pretender exited the medic bay. The lights turned off completely, but the cages lining the walls were brightly illuminated by the purple bars in the front. Some of the animals whined in sympathy for the poor human.
Does anyone need a hug or maybe a trashcan? Sorry, I warned you guys and I hope you liked it. Believe it or not, this stuff really doesn't bother me. I guess seeing enough medical shows on TV sorta numbed me from the gore and stuff. Great, now I made you guys into vegans. (Not saying there's anything wrong with that.)