A/N This is scary. I confirmed it by re-reading it and I scared myself. o.O So get ready for the ultimate agony, the most bloody energon-filled chapter yet...I recommend all sparklings cover their optics and audios. :D
(-Flashback- Smokescreen POV)
I slowly looked over my shoulder, not knowing what to expect. It turned out to be Knockout, and he looked like he was about to bust a lugnut. I'd never known he could sound like that.
But before I could react, I was blacked out.
I woke up groaning. Ignoring the throbbing in my head, I sat up. At least, I tried. I couldn't move. I looked around. Then I sighed. This was getting old. I was once again strapped down to Knockout's berth. But this time, I was parallel to the floor.
I heard footsteps. Knockout's voice. "Is he awake yet?"
"Just regained consciousness, sir." A voice that sounded like a vehicon's.
"Good…" I swear I heard a smirk in his voice. More footsteps. Getting louder, closer. Behind me. I fidgeted and looked up to see who was approaching me. I saw Knockout. He was upside down, though. "Hello, again, Smokescreen. Did you have a good sleep? Yes? No? Oh, well. I don't really care." He definitely didn't sound like he cared. "I would give you your punishment, but since it's late already, I'll put it off until tomorrow. We can start early. Megatron has problems with troop laziness, so we can help by waking the vehicons up with your screams of pain, which I'll ensure will be very loud," Knockout said lazily. This Decepticon drives me crazy. "Well, have a good recharge. We'll be up early, as I said. You might have nightmares about what'll happen to you, but soon you'll wake up to an even worse reality," He said ominously, walking slowly out of the room, hands behind his back. I have a bad feeling about tomorrow.
It was tomorrow morning. Already. I faintly remember dreaming about good times with the Autobots. Optimus Prime not understanding jokes. Bumblebee and his bleep talk. Bulkhead and Miko jamming in the corner with the horrible, loud Earth music. Ratchet screaming at all of them when they break his things. Arcee hanging with Jack, and Raf spending hours on end racing and replacing Bumblebee pictures with monkeys.
Good times. I might as well remember them. This might be my last day. I woke up to Knockout's usual "Good morning," And then he began with his "punishment" that he'd promised me.
I could only watch in horror as Knockout transformed his hand into that circular saw of his. "This will hurt," Knockout purred, only faintly heard over the whining buzz of his saw. He angled it, and aimed. I squirmed a bit, my spark pounding.
Then he brought it down on my chest.
"AAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRGGGGGHHHHH!" My scream was loud, resonant, radiating with all the agony in the world; it was a sound that raised the dead. I kept screaming as the saw ripped through my metal, sparks and energon flying, and it was slowly sinking deeper and deeper through my torso. The deeper in it went, the louder my yell got. Energon was flying like thick rain, and it was pouring over my sides like rivers. I could barely see Knockout's face through the thick blue mist. He was grinning wide, wide, too wide to be true. He was burning with sadistic joy. Energon was painting his face, spraying onto him.
This was worse than even the Pits. I writhed under the restraints, screaming out in pain. My eyes were blurring, I was shaking all over, and my throat was getting hoarse as I shouted for all I was worth.
I believe it impossible for anyone to still be awake on the Nemesis, if they haven't all dropped dead from the loudness of my yell. I looked to the right. Standing off to the side was 123. He was in the corner, staring, crying. I guess he must've woken up from my scream and came running. It probably didn't look too good.
Knockout stopped cutting. I was panting, my optics blurring and stinging, fading in and out. I was practically vibrating with agony. It was impossible to hurt this much. Impossible. It defied all means. Yet here I am, trying and almost failing to endure it.
I heard, with audios twisted by the loudness of my own scream, something that sounded like liquid dripping onto the floor. I soon found it was my own energon pouring over the side of the berth.
Knockout dug his claws into the slanted gash in my chest. I grunted, clenching my teeth and squeezing my eyes shut, cringing responsively. Out of nowhere I vomited up a considerable amount of energon all over myself.
Knockout ignored it and pulled apart the metal. He was actually pulling open the wound. I stifled a scream of agony, the end result sounding like a grunt. Wires and circuits were stretched across the open wound. Knockout kept pulling, evil determination on his face. A couple of them snapped, causing me to yell.
At that moment 123 ran off bawling.
I was gasping for breath, choking on my own energon. SNAP. SNAP. 2 more wires broke under the pressure. I pressed my eyes closed, a long rumbling sound escaping my throat through gritted teeth, an extended grunt of pain. It seemed like slow motion. Thin cables stretched to their fullest, snapping apart. Connections were lost.
I couldn't…can't…the world was swirling, fading to blue and black…the last things I saw was the last wire snapping, Knockout digging through my innards, and then my very spark, still beating, ripped out, in the palm of Knockout's hand…
A/N *whistles patiently, waiting* Well? Anything? Compliments? Advice? Flames? XDD But really, anything to fill up the little white box down there... I am aware of the fact that some of you don't like this writing, so beware of the next chapters, which contain somewhat yaoi...
I wouldn't be surprised if some of you are running away screaming because of this chappie. XDD
If you are, send me a video of you doing just that...trololololol~
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