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Megatron

"AAAAUUUUGGGHHHH!"

Your scream of agony ripped through the void. Your body convulsed as another wave of deep purple wrenched you apart.

The days all blurred together, the agony making it impossible to keep track of anything else. Pit, it may have even been a mere few hours.

"UUUGGGHHHH!"

Your throat was on fire, either from the screaming or the blood of Unicron that was forced down it. The torture ended for a short while- the first while since you were brought here. You coughed. Saliva dripped in strings down your chin as you lifted your heavy head to the nearing sound of rock pede steps.

"Your spirit is formidable, bug, but your body is not." Another Unicron clone- one around your size- stood before you, but his voice came from everywhere around you. Dull eyes stared it down, not being able to speak.

You had questions. How long had you been here? How long will it continue? Why weren't you dead yet? How-

"You have been here for an earth month." The clone gripped your head in his servo. "The reason I decided not to destroy you is simple: I want Megatronus of Tarn, gladiator of Kaon and warlord of the Decepticons to feel pain. I wish for him to suffer for his arrogance and disobedience." The servo tightened. You let out a growl of anguish. "It was obvious that he was hardened by his past, and thus nothing I can inflict on him in my current form can make him suffer enough," the clone released you and took a step back, "But you, human, are a weakness. I shall exploit that."

"H-h-ho...w...?" You coughed again.

A devilish smile came to the rock titan's face. "I will continue to turn you." The waves of violet engulfed you once again, this time coming on stronger. You could barely hear Unicron above your own shrieks. "Either you will become strong and be the greatest warrior amongst my disciples, or you will slowly die, bringing great pain to Megatron."

Another wave went through you, ripping you apart molecule by molecule, then rearranging your very anatomy.

"You will be his end."

Starscream

"Hello again, little pet. How great of you to join me." You groggily opened up your eyes. The room was dark besides the purple, red, yellow and green lights that glowed against the sides of doorways and gadgets. Then, of course, there were the red optics of Starscream's female clone hovering before you.

"I was getting ever so lonely," she smirked. Slowly you became more aware of your body and surroundings. Your arms were wrapped in thick chains by which you were suspended. "I'm certain you are wondering why I brought you here."

"Huh...?" Your dazed mind tried processing what she was babbling on about. The small falter in her cocky exterior as she realised you weren't listening almost made you feel smug... almost.

The seeker femme's wings stiffened in annoyance. Her glare turned cold. "You should know, (Y/N), that I don't enjoy being undermined. Not by those below me."

You dared to look down, your neck stiff. You gasped at the oozing chemicals that turned beneath your feet. You were very high up, but you didn't think falling into that would help the fall.

"Which is why I brought you here. To show Starscream and the Autobots that they should never undermine me again." The femme clone flew to the side. Her heel-thrusters clicked off and she was safely on the ground. Her servo turned into a blaster. She aimed it at your head.

"What...What are you doing!?" You tried pulling at your bonds, but the metal didn't budge.

Her devilish sneer twisted into an almost delighted smile. "I told you I'd make Starscream pay for what he did to me."

The weapon's glow grew in brightness as it charged up.

"Now I, Commander Slipstream, sentence you to die!"

The chains gave way.

You fell.

It burned.

Soundwave

"Well, there you have it. The two mongrels are free to go." You watched as the twins stumbled as far away from the webs as possible, both only have sustained minor injuries. They cast glances back at you, powerless to save you as you had them.

Some sharp digits poked at your mesh-covered sides as the spider played with its prey. "Now it's time for you to keep your end of the bargain..."

When Arachnid first made her presence known after trapping you and the minicon brothers, you had immediately begged for their safety. Finding it very amusing how much a human cared for a family of Cybertronians (and since she still had Lazerbeak captive), she allowed it...

...But for a price.

"Yes, so tell me, what is this stupid game? I'd really like to get it over with." You tried wriggling, but the sticky bonds held you in place.

"Well, you see my dear, my last playmate sadly didn't want to play anymore, so he tried to escape," her deep and twisted chuckle made the hairs all over your body stand on end. Her fangs twisted as she turned upside down with her faceplate mere centimetres from your face. "Poor Wasp. But you know what happens to insects who fly into a spider's web..."

"Oh? And I'm one of them? An insect?"

"Your words, not mine," she smirked.

You wriggled again, clenching your jaw. "You're going to pa-"

"Now now! I believe we were about to discuss our game." Another string of web shot out from above, taking hold of your feet and hoisting them up. Within seconds Arachnid was tunnelling and you found yourself in a strange room.

It was dimly lit besides the little bit of sunlight that filtered through the roof and the few red and purple lights on some of the strange contraptions. Arachnid brought your dangling form up to her face. "Home sweet lab! Or, that is what I surmised this place is." She took you to one side, slowly holding you up as if to show it all off to you.

It was then that you spotted him- Lazerbeak.

The minicon was flapping hazardously as he tried getting to you from behind the glass of his cage.

Arachnid ignored him completely as she opted for the machine in the middle. "I know what many of these amazing gadgets do, but there is one in particular which I have yet to figure out..."

You let out a startled yelp as you were carelessly tossed into the cylinder. The door closed behind you.

"Maybe you can help me. We can play a guessing game!"

Lazerbeak squawked in terror as he desperately flew against the glass.

"What will you turn into?" The spider's fangs dripped acid as her violet glare found you in the dark."Whatever it is, I'm certain it will be impressive enough to show Soundwave..."

The switch was flipped.

Lazerbeak broke out.

You screamed.

Knockout

"L-Let me go you piece of slag!" You kicked at the scurrying madmech, trying to loosen his grip on you.

"Now now, nwo need vor zat," he cackled in sadistic glee.

Mustering the last bit of your weining sass, you glared at him. "Oh frag yes there is need! You fragging metal bug afthole!"

He laughed. "Zutch bad language vor zutch a zmall zing." You half-wanted to tell him that he wasn't so big himself, but then noticed that he was indeed still much larger than you. There was no need to dig your grave deeper than it already was.

Scalpel got to work. His thin bladed joints clicked as he gathered his supplies. Viles, datapads, syringes, razors and chemicals all made up his inventory of horror. It could spark fear in even the most seasoned warriors, and you were nowhere near as confident as they were. But still, by the glimpse of a needle being prepared, you found yourself grasping at straws to make him stop.

"You better let me go before..."

"Bevore vat?" The clicking of his limbs grew heavier as he turned to you. "Come now! Zay it!"

You said too much. Frag! You were going to get Knockout in more than just trouble if Scalpel knew that you weren't just an experiment to the red mech.

...Or perhaps you were.

"Bah! You are no vun!" His creepy face came up close to yours, his insanely delighted aura dying. With a growl of pure hatred he whispered, "Dwon't you zink I know about zyour relazionzip vit doctor Knockout?"

This wasn't just by awful chance: Scalpel was waiting for you all that time... This was a putrid revenge story.

"Why did you take me?" The question wasn't meant to escape your mind- to be formed by your mouth and tumble from your lips. In fact, you thought you already knew the answer. It's the cliche of old- jealousy.

"Oh, dear (Y/N)..." The syringe was brought to your artery. "To whurt ze mech vho ztole my wrightvul place in ze rankz ov ze Dezebticons, I muzt vurst take care of you."

Breakdown

*WARNING: Slight swearing!"

"Hold her tight," the chief of M.E.C.H's science division ordered as he traveled out before you.

You struggled against your captors, kicking and yanking everything being held in the opposite direction. You were not letting them take you that easily. They dragged you through the hallway from your holding cell to what you can assume to be one of the main laboratories of the bunker.

Silas watched with a glare from above as they hauled you in. He was still a vibrant purple-blue where your fist had made contact.

They laid you down on a cold slab and closed latches around your wrists. Your bucking and kicks died down and you simply resorted to cursing.

Finally, Silas could smile.

Within moments he was standing over you, arms clasped behind his back. "Ah, (Y/N). Thank you for joining us here today. I hope the accommodation was suitable."

"Just peachy. Thank you, motherfragger."

"My, seems like you've been spending so much time with that blue imbecile that you even picked up on his bad language." Silas started circling the slab of rock hard material you were laid out on. You had gotten quiet. "It's funny, really. Just a while ago, it was him who was laid out like this- a magnificent specimen to take apart," Silas circled your right eye with an index finger, "and study. We learned quite a lot about him and his kind."

"You sick bastard!"

"Now now, miss (L/N). I'm telling a story. Now..." Silas placed a hand to his chin. "Where was I? Oh yes! He taught us a thing or two of how they tick. It's interesting to see how similar they are to us. As you know, their anatomy is similar enough that they can acquire human forms. But sadly, they are more resilient than us, so it would take a human with a certain DNA structure to have a Cybertronian form." Silas smirked at you.

"The main difference, as obvious as it is when looking at our two species, is also the most complicated. Or," he stopped beside your head,"at least it was. Now that we have found what they call 'cybermatter', we can close the gap."

Two lines were brought forth by two masked scientists-in it the glittering material all Cybertronians are made up of.

"What are you doing? No. No!" The ends of the pipes were thrust into your sides and expertly held in place. Liquid cybermatter started seeping through the pipeline and into your body. You screamed as it ate away at you.

"Yes, this situation is quite similar to Breakdown's with how you are held, but we are about to do the complete opposite of what we did to him, to you."

Your body started to shake as all its systems shut down.

"M.E.C.H thanks you in advance for your sacrifice."

Predaking

"Aw, come on now little human. Why so glum?"

"He... he looked right at me." Your stagnant stare was on your feet, not daring to look up at your detainer." He looked right at me and left."

"He looked at you, huh?" Lockdown chuckled. The mech readjusted his hook and stood up. Slowly he approached your enclosure. "Did it maybe dawn on you that the beast didn't see you?"

You coughed. Your throat was dry. Your body ached from all the cuts strewn over your limbs. Your knuckles were bruised from trying to break out.

But you would not stop until you had your freedom.

The long piece of metal you held made barely any sound as you carefully dug it into the cranny between the glass and metal frame. Slowly it carved out a hole big enough for your hand to fit through. You just needed to press that big, glowing, red button...

"He didn't see me...?"

"Well," the mech smirked as he bent down to your height. "Cloaking devices do tend to keep you hidden- even in plain sight." The hooked appendage was brought in front of your face. "So don't get your hopes up on being rescued by that giant lizard."

Your heart sank to your feet.

You stop your filing. Your injuries were starting to act up. Sucking in a deep breath, you dropped the metal and craned your neck to look at the laceration running along your shoulder blade.

Lockdown was not a kind person.

Each time you managed to break your bonds and escape your prison, he would find you and throw you into a new one. That was after he made a mark to remind you to not do it again.

The cut had stopped pounding, but before you could reach to pick up your tool, the bounty hunter entered the room. In his servo he held what was supposed to be your dinner. "Ah! Glad to see that you behaved yourself.." You kept your mouth shut as he opened the lid and placed the bowl down. He then went back to the workbench on the other side of the room to try and figure out what his latest weapon could do.

You took the chance.

The hole was just big enough for your hand to fit through and reach the button. The second the lid opened, you were out and running for the exit.

"What the-! You pest!"

You heard it before you felt it, but when you did, it left you writhing on the floor in agony.

At the unbearable pain, something sparked to life within you...

... Something primal.