A/N I'm chasing Smokescreen. I gotta admit, he's fast. Wait...wait...GOT HIM! :D
Smokescreen: OH PRIMUS NO T_T
Me: *big hug and kiss* NOW GET BACK INTO THE STORY SWEETHEART, HUH HUH? :D
Smokescreen: ANYWHERE FAR AWAY FROM YOU! D: *jumps into story*
XDD
The next day, Smokescreen woke up aching. He moaned and rolled off the bed, rubbing his one working eye.
He walked slowly toward the door, still a bit drowsy.
Misjudging the distance, since he was missing his other eye and he had no real 3D sense, he crashed into the door.
The loud clang of metal against metal resonated throughout base and woke up every Autobot in base…that is, except Bulkhead, of course. He was always lazy in the mornings, unless a fight was involved.
Ratchet, however, rushed toward Smokescreen's room and swung open the door, to be greeted by Smokescreen on his aft on the ground, rubbing a spot on his head.
"Stupid eye," He muttered.
*Time skip* Smokescreen yawned and stretched. He rubbed his eyes. Once again, he tried to open the injured eye.
"Smokescreen, how many times have I told you not to do that?" Ratchet snapped, seeing Smokescreen's flickering eyelid. Arcee suddenly remembered something. "Say, Smoke, how did your eye become like that?" She asked him in a conversational tone. Smokescreen thought about that. "Well…"
(-Flashback- Smokescreen POV)
"Good morning, Smokescreen!" A cheerful voice sang, getting through my sleep. I moaned, blinking to unglue my eyes. Scrap. I'm still with Knockout, I realized.
I opened my eyes; and Knockout stabbed my left optic with something reeaallly sharp.
"AAAAH!" My scream resonated throughout the Nemesis. I'm pretty sure Megatron heard it.
I was frozen with pain, my one working eye wide, and my mouth open. I was so wracked with pain I couldn't say anything, or move. I couldn't even breathe.
Knockout chuckled. "OH, that's even BETTER than the reaction I was expecting!" He cheered, like he liked my responses of pain. I think he did.
It huuurt… I was panting. Knockout laughed softly and pulled out the thing in my eye, which turned out to be a sharpened metallic stick of sorts. I closed my wounded optic and kept it closed.
Knockout smiled. If I hadn't hated him so fragging much I guess I would've thought it was seductive.
To my disgust, Knockout put his hands on my cheeks and drew his face closer to mine. I tried to pull back, but my head kept hitting the solid metal beneath me. I was helpless as he kissed me on my mouth.
If looks could kill, I might've been able to incinerate him. Sadly, they don't. I prayed for him to stop.
His claws curled around my sides. I squirmed a little under him. Suddenly his eyes popped open and he pulled away, smiling like he just had a great idea.
"I just had a great idea!" He blurted.
No surprise there.
"Since you are basically mine now, and you'll die by my hand, I might as well put the Decepticon's insignia on you!"
I think my world just stopped when I heard those words.
"No…NO!" I couldn't help it as the words escaped my mouth. I thought I'd struggled. But it was nothing to this. I didn't just struggle-I leaned forward and pulled hard against the restraints, I pushed against them for all I was worth. Knockout backed up a bit, watching, interested.
"NO! ANYTHING but that! ANYTHING!" I yelled at him.
Did he really think I'll just sit down like a good sparkling and stay still as he made me one of them?
I'll show him! I'LL SHOW HIM!
I wasn't thinking straight. Rage blinded me. Rage and hate, for the evil creature that caused me this pain!
Knockout suddenly giggled. He just sat down on the floor and giggled and giggled like a young femme.
I stared perplexed at him.
Only later, after a long, long time, he calmed down and smiled at me. It was an evil smile.
I wondered if his smile could be anything other than evil. Probably not.
He slowly stood up. "Foolish sparkling. You think you can fight. Stupid of you. Think straight." I couldn't think straight. "You are in the Nemesis. Our location is hidden by the Autobots. If they found our whereabouts, they'd bridge here and storm in to your rescue, that is, if they're not caught by the ship's security, which I find highly unlikely. So just sit back and relax. If you fight, I understand. But really, this won't hurt a bit," He purred. He transformed his hand into a welder and drew it close to me, aiming for my shoulder.
He was right. It didn't hurt. But it still counted in my mind as the worst thing that's happened to me so far.
When I was a sparkling and found out about the conflict between Autobot and Decepticon, I wanted the Autobots to win. I wanted to be an Autobot.
The day I joined Team Prime, I vowed to myself to have the Autobot emblem on me till the day I died, serving the Autobot cause.
I wanted to be in the war, to destroy the Decepticons, and I dreamed of becoming a legend.
Knockout so easily wiped those dreams away, burning away all hopes, leaving a scarred, blackened mind; my own.
A/N It might be hard to imagine Knockout giggling. I understand. But think either chickens clucking, donkeys braying, or goats bleating, and you might get an idea. XDD