The Ties That Bind Us (Part 2 of 5)
Title: The Ties That Bind Us (Part 2 of 5)
Verse: TFA, Future AU
Rating: PG-13
Series: Part 1, Part 3,
Characters/Pairings:Megatron, Blitzwing, Lugnut, Shockwave, Optimus Prime, Bumblebee, Ratchet, Jazz, Bulkhead, Jetfire, Jetstorm; ??x?? Future Pairing
Word Count: 1,442
Warnings: Torture scene
Summary: Always connected, but never together. What is it that binds them? Now, with the team of Autobots in his grasp, what chance do they have of remaining unscathed?
Notes: For odd_stick. This was supposed to be a drabble, but it became a 5 chapter monster. Notably, this chapter has a lot less to do with the rest of the fic then I'd hoped, but it serves some uses.
Click.
Zap.
“AAAAAAH!”
As he circled the berth, Megatron’s smile turned predatory, his optics glinting with amusement. “Again.”
Shockwave turned back to his control panel, flicking a small switch.
Bumblebee let loose another scream, arching against the bonds that held him to the berth. A current visibly crackled across his plating, starting from where a hard line connected to his chest. Another moment and the current switched off, dropping the small Autobot back to the berth with a thump and a pained gasp.
“That is quite a painful process,” Megatron mused, stepping idly forward to where Optimus was being held captive by Lugnut. He rather tenaciously ignored the other Autobots haphazardly thrown across the floor behind them. After all, they would get their turn soon enough.
“Stop! They don’t know anything!” Optimus shouted, glaring forcefully at the Decepticon warlord, as if that would stop him.
There was a soft chuckle and the warlord loomed over him, casting a dark shadow across his form. “No, but you do.”
“I’m not telling you anything, Megatron!” Optimus shot back.
“Again.”
Click.
Zap.
“AAAAAAAH!”
“Bumblebee!” Optimus’s head twisted, a look of horror creeping into his optics.
“Talk and he will be released,” Megatron rumbled.
“Boss-bot!” Bumblebee panted, his optics dim. White smoke drifted up from his chest plating, curling around the edges in streams. It was painfully obvious as to the extent of the electrical damage beneath his plating. “Don’t worry… I’m fine…”
“Again, my liege?” Shockwave asked, peering across the yellow form. “Though I must inform you, his fragile body can only take two more shocks. After that, he will die.”
Megatron waved his hand. “Once more then. I want him alive. For now.”
Click.
Zap.
“AAAAAH--!” The scream faded to static as Bumblebee’s vocalizer crackled and started to emit the same white smoke. The small Autobot’s optics widened, locking on the thin white cloud.
“A new victim, my lord?” Shockwave asked, cutting the power to the device. With just as much indifference as always, he disconnected the cable from the yellow mech's chest, watching uncaringly as the Autobot’s mouth worked uselessly. Only static came from between his lips as his expression turned horrified.
“The Prime next, Lord Megatron?” Lugnut suggested, beginning to shuffle forward with the growling Autobot.
“Not yet,” Megatron said, raising a hand. “I want him unharmed. He is to watch his pathetic friends suffer.”
“Megatron…” Optimus snarled lowly
The Warlord’s answer was only smirk as he turned his optics on the other Autobots.
Bulkhead, optics dim, his head drooping, lay on the far side of the group. The crunched circle of plating on his chest showed where the hard line’s clamp had attached. He had already reached his limits as well. Beside him, Jazz was bound awkwardly, half leaning across a similarly immobilized Ratchet. Neither looked pleased at their circumstances, but could not voice their anger.
Seemingly unsatisfied by his choices on that side of the room, Megatron’s head swiveled to the other side, locking on Blitzwing and his captives. “Maybe the twins…” he drawled. “The younglings are always fun to break.”
Blitzwing straightened, feeling the twins stiffen in terror under his hands. He’d remained silent, hoping to draw attention away from the Autobots held in front of him. It seemed that it had ultimately failed.
“That is unnecessary,” Blitzwing said, almost too quickly. “They have been quite thoroughly interrogated.”
Megatron wasn’t deterred in the least, he approached the three mechs. “I want to hear them scream.”
“-What now?!”- Hothead screamed internally at his other selves.
“-I… I don’t know…-“ Icy responded dejectedly.
Oddly, Random remained silent within them, only emitting a constant stream of worry in the shared processor as their leader stalked toward them.
Megatron halted before them, raising a hand to draw a clawtip across Jetstorm’s cheek. The triple-changer couldn’t help but flinch at the high pitched noise this created, watching a thin line of paint peel from the small mech’s cheek.
Blitzwing’s optics darted away from the sight, almost desperately seeking out a distraction away from the twins. By some miracle, he found one.
Jazz’s visor was lit brightly, almost pulsating as if trying to attract attention. Once he saw he had Blitzwing’s, his head jerked downward. He was indicating himself. The message, though vague, was understood. But… Did he know what he was doing to himself?
It was Random who first jumped at the opening, desperate for a way to divert their Warlord’s attention from the bots held against him, even if it meant handing off the ninja-bot. “Ahahahahaha… I see a noble volunteer!” he cackled, ignoring the worry that bubbled up within him. To prevent a crack in their façade, anything that might cause their leader to catch on, Hothead interjected. “You thought you could escape a turn, puny Autobot?!”
By the time Megatron turned his attention back to the Autobot pile, Jazz had pulled a terrified look across his faceplates. The ninja-bots helm shook back and forth, muffled protests coming from behind his vocal inhibitor. A good act.
The Decepticon leader grinned. “Shockwave, prepare the ninja-bot,” he ordered, unwittingly falling for it.
Finally, a diversion was in place, yet neither Blitzwing nor the twins relaxed in the slightest. To save two, another had to be cast into the fire…
The triple changer felt a chill creep across his lines as he watched Shockwave drop a freshly bound Bumblebee next to Ratchet before retrieving Jazz in one clawed hand. Against him, the twins trembled. None of them wanted to see this, to hear this, but there was no other way.
Jazz put on a good show. He thrashed and protested in fearful gasps that were covered by the vocal inhibitor. Megatron drank it all in, delighted in his Autobot captive’s terrified display. Even Optimus and the crew seemed to believe it, their optics wide in horror as their comrade was dragged away.
Only Blitzwing and the twins knew that it was merely an act. The ninja-bot knew that his fake panic would keep all optics on him. He wanted to make sure that he was taking the punishment, not Jetfire and Jetstorm.
Too soon, Shockwave had wrestled the white mech onto the berth, binding his body to the surface with metal cuffs and removing the vocal inhibitor. Megatron enjoyed watching and hearing the pain that his captive’s emitted.
Shockwave silently set to work on the equipment. Within moments, he raised the hard line and pressed it to the surface of Jazz’s chest. There was a moment of silence when all onlookers watched the line, waiting. Even Jazz bent his head down to peer curiously at it. Then, four pincer-like extensions on the hard line jerked, stabbing into the metal below. Jazz couldn’t help but let out a pained scream as the metal rim of the hard line dug a hole in his chest.
It wasn’t the worst to come, he knew and Blitzwing forced himself not to react, willing his face into an impassive mask despite the pain the display caused him. Beneath his hands, the twins winced, their bodies already tight with tension at the sight before them.
“The machine is charged, my lord,” Shockwave said, turning slightly towards the Decepticon leader.
Megatron smiled. “Begin.”
Click.
Zap.
Silence.
Jazz’s body arched, energy crackling visibly across his frame. His mouth was clamped shut, but pain was clear on his features.
Shockwave cut the current and the Autobot slumped back into the berth. “Lord Megatron?” he asked.
Megatron’s smile was no less devious then before as he cast his optics on the restrained Prime. “Impressive,” he noted.
“You won’t be able to break him, Megatron!” Optimus spat. “None of us will bend!”
“That is not my goal,” Megatron replied. He glanced at Shockwave. “Increase the voltage. Shock him again.”
Shockwave dipped his head and turned back to the control panel. The dial clicked ominously as it turned. Level 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, and finally 8. The switched was flipped.
Click.
Zap.
“AH--!”
The short, pained scream burst from Jazz’s vocalizer before he could bite it back. It was barely a response, but it was enough. The damage was done.
Jetfire and Jetstorm jerked in their bonds, turning their optics away and pressing their helms into Blitzwing’s chest. The triple-changer gently drew them against him, arms tightening protectively around them. His optics stayed locked on the ninja, forcing himself to watch.
The group's actions did not go unnoticed. Megatron’s optics shone as he watched them. His smile dropped low, pulling into a mischievous curve on his face. After all of their careful cover, it was broken in a single motion.
“Again.”
Click.
Zap.
Verse: TFA, Future AU
Rating: PG-13
Series: Part 1, Part 3,
Characters/Pairings:Megatron, Blitzwing, Lugnut, Shockwave, Optimus Prime, Bumblebee, Ratchet, Jazz, Bulkhead, Jetfire, Jetstorm; ??x?? Future Pairing
Word Count: 1,442
Warnings: Torture scene
Summary: Always connected, but never together. What is it that binds them? Now, with the team of Autobots in his grasp, what chance do they have of remaining unscathed?
Notes: For odd_stick. This was supposed to be a drabble, but it became a 5 chapter monster. Notably, this chapter has a lot less to do with the rest of the fic then I'd hoped, but it serves some uses.
Click.
Zap.
“AAAAAAH!”
As he circled the berth, Megatron’s smile turned predatory, his optics glinting with amusement. “Again.”
Shockwave turned back to his control panel, flicking a small switch.
Bumblebee let loose another scream, arching against the bonds that held him to the berth. A current visibly crackled across his plating, starting from where a hard line connected to his chest. Another moment and the current switched off, dropping the small Autobot back to the berth with a thump and a pained gasp.
“That is quite a painful process,” Megatron mused, stepping idly forward to where Optimus was being held captive by Lugnut. He rather tenaciously ignored the other Autobots haphazardly thrown across the floor behind them. After all, they would get their turn soon enough.
“Stop! They don’t know anything!” Optimus shouted, glaring forcefully at the Decepticon warlord, as if that would stop him.
There was a soft chuckle and the warlord loomed over him, casting a dark shadow across his form. “No, but you do.”
“I’m not telling you anything, Megatron!” Optimus shot back.
“Again.”
Click.
Zap.
“AAAAAAAH!”
“Bumblebee!” Optimus’s head twisted, a look of horror creeping into his optics.
“Talk and he will be released,” Megatron rumbled.
“Boss-bot!” Bumblebee panted, his optics dim. White smoke drifted up from his chest plating, curling around the edges in streams. It was painfully obvious as to the extent of the electrical damage beneath his plating. “Don’t worry… I’m fine…”
“Again, my liege?” Shockwave asked, peering across the yellow form. “Though I must inform you, his fragile body can only take two more shocks. After that, he will die.”
Megatron waved his hand. “Once more then. I want him alive. For now.”
Click.
Zap.
“AAAAAH--!” The scream faded to static as Bumblebee’s vocalizer crackled and started to emit the same white smoke. The small Autobot’s optics widened, locking on the thin white cloud.
“A new victim, my lord?” Shockwave asked, cutting the power to the device. With just as much indifference as always, he disconnected the cable from the yellow mech's chest, watching uncaringly as the Autobot’s mouth worked uselessly. Only static came from between his lips as his expression turned horrified.
“The Prime next, Lord Megatron?” Lugnut suggested, beginning to shuffle forward with the growling Autobot.
“Not yet,” Megatron said, raising a hand. “I want him unharmed. He is to watch his pathetic friends suffer.”
“Megatron…” Optimus snarled lowly
The Warlord’s answer was only smirk as he turned his optics on the other Autobots.
Bulkhead, optics dim, his head drooping, lay on the far side of the group. The crunched circle of plating on his chest showed where the hard line’s clamp had attached. He had already reached his limits as well. Beside him, Jazz was bound awkwardly, half leaning across a similarly immobilized Ratchet. Neither looked pleased at their circumstances, but could not voice their anger.
Seemingly unsatisfied by his choices on that side of the room, Megatron’s head swiveled to the other side, locking on Blitzwing and his captives. “Maybe the twins…” he drawled. “The younglings are always fun to break.”
Blitzwing straightened, feeling the twins stiffen in terror under his hands. He’d remained silent, hoping to draw attention away from the Autobots held in front of him. It seemed that it had ultimately failed.
“That is unnecessary,” Blitzwing said, almost too quickly. “They have been quite thoroughly interrogated.”
Megatron wasn’t deterred in the least, he approached the three mechs. “I want to hear them scream.”
“-What now?!”- Hothead screamed internally at his other selves.
“-I… I don’t know…-“ Icy responded dejectedly.
Oddly, Random remained silent within them, only emitting a constant stream of worry in the shared processor as their leader stalked toward them.
Megatron halted before them, raising a hand to draw a clawtip across Jetstorm’s cheek. The triple-changer couldn’t help but flinch at the high pitched noise this created, watching a thin line of paint peel from the small mech’s cheek.
Blitzwing’s optics darted away from the sight, almost desperately seeking out a distraction away from the twins. By some miracle, he found one.
Jazz’s visor was lit brightly, almost pulsating as if trying to attract attention. Once he saw he had Blitzwing’s, his head jerked downward. He was indicating himself. The message, though vague, was understood. But… Did he know what he was doing to himself?
It was Random who first jumped at the opening, desperate for a way to divert their Warlord’s attention from the bots held against him, even if it meant handing off the ninja-bot. “Ahahahahaha… I see a noble volunteer!” he cackled, ignoring the worry that bubbled up within him. To prevent a crack in their façade, anything that might cause their leader to catch on, Hothead interjected. “You thought you could escape a turn, puny Autobot?!”
By the time Megatron turned his attention back to the Autobot pile, Jazz had pulled a terrified look across his faceplates. The ninja-bots helm shook back and forth, muffled protests coming from behind his vocal inhibitor. A good act.
The Decepticon leader grinned. “Shockwave, prepare the ninja-bot,” he ordered, unwittingly falling for it.
Finally, a diversion was in place, yet neither Blitzwing nor the twins relaxed in the slightest. To save two, another had to be cast into the fire…
The triple changer felt a chill creep across his lines as he watched Shockwave drop a freshly bound Bumblebee next to Ratchet before retrieving Jazz in one clawed hand. Against him, the twins trembled. None of them wanted to see this, to hear this, but there was no other way.
Jazz put on a good show. He thrashed and protested in fearful gasps that were covered by the vocal inhibitor. Megatron drank it all in, delighted in his Autobot captive’s terrified display. Even Optimus and the crew seemed to believe it, their optics wide in horror as their comrade was dragged away.
Only Blitzwing and the twins knew that it was merely an act. The ninja-bot knew that his fake panic would keep all optics on him. He wanted to make sure that he was taking the punishment, not Jetfire and Jetstorm.
Too soon, Shockwave had wrestled the white mech onto the berth, binding his body to the surface with metal cuffs and removing the vocal inhibitor. Megatron enjoyed watching and hearing the pain that his captive’s emitted.
Shockwave silently set to work on the equipment. Within moments, he raised the hard line and pressed it to the surface of Jazz’s chest. There was a moment of silence when all onlookers watched the line, waiting. Even Jazz bent his head down to peer curiously at it. Then, four pincer-like extensions on the hard line jerked, stabbing into the metal below. Jazz couldn’t help but let out a pained scream as the metal rim of the hard line dug a hole in his chest.
It wasn’t the worst to come, he knew and Blitzwing forced himself not to react, willing his face into an impassive mask despite the pain the display caused him. Beneath his hands, the twins winced, their bodies already tight with tension at the sight before them.
“The machine is charged, my lord,” Shockwave said, turning slightly towards the Decepticon leader.
Megatron smiled. “Begin.”
Click.
Zap.
Silence.
Jazz’s body arched, energy crackling visibly across his frame. His mouth was clamped shut, but pain was clear on his features.
Shockwave cut the current and the Autobot slumped back into the berth. “Lord Megatron?” he asked.
Megatron’s smile was no less devious then before as he cast his optics on the restrained Prime. “Impressive,” he noted.
“You won’t be able to break him, Megatron!” Optimus spat. “None of us will bend!”
“That is not my goal,” Megatron replied. He glanced at Shockwave. “Increase the voltage. Shock him again.”
Shockwave dipped his head and turned back to the control panel. The dial clicked ominously as it turned. Level 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, and finally 8. The switched was flipped.
Click.
Zap.
“AH--!”
The short, pained scream burst from Jazz’s vocalizer before he could bite it back. It was barely a response, but it was enough. The damage was done.
Jetfire and Jetstorm jerked in their bonds, turning their optics away and pressing their helms into Blitzwing’s chest. The triple-changer gently drew them against him, arms tightening protectively around them. His optics stayed locked on the ninja, forcing himself to watch.
The group's actions did not go unnoticed. Megatron’s optics shone as he watched them. His smile dropped low, pulling into a mischievous curve on his face. After all of their careful cover, it was broken in a single motion.
“Again.”
Click.
Zap.