Two sparks, One pulse

Chapter 14: Agony

Jetfire gasped, holding his servo over his chassis as energon bled out into a puddle around his abdomen and he lay on the ground.

The pain was almost blinding, every circuit around the wound on fire and screaming at him.

But he hit his own helm against the rocky ground and sent Shadow out to the mechs beside him.

Hot Rod was gritting his dentas, trying not to scream as he clutched the stump that was all that  was left of his arm, everything else was blown off and the side of his face had been seared by the heat of the blast.

Bumblebee wasn't moving as much, the oldest youngster instead just clutching his throat and trying not to choke on his own energon as he tried desperately to hold the stab wound closed that had almost separated his helm from his body.

Black inky hands went over to both of them and covered their wounds, stopping the bleeding.

Seeing his friends were now safe, Jefire's whole body went slack and he let his servo slip from his wound, making energon run down his side. The cold, cruel laughter was still ringing in his ears as someone walked over to him.

He knew what Megatron looked like, but he also didn't. Which meant the three of them had been unprepared for  the sudden meeting with the warlord after just being out on patrol.

At first, they thought he was just a random mech, but as soon as they saw the Decepticon insignia and he offered them a place in his ranks, they knew.

And foolishly declined without a plan.

None could react when his fusion suddenly powered up and he'd shot, the blast hitting Jetfire and sending him flying back with a hole now in his stomach.

He'd heard Hot Rod cry out but the young bot stood no chance. There was another shot followed by a yell and the red mech fell to the ground, his arm landing a few feet away and he clutched his face. Megatron also brought his pede down and completely crushed the smaller bots leg, making him scream in pain.

It had then been Bumblebee's turn to try help, running up on Megatron's other side to surprise him, shooting at the grey mech. But in a second, the cannon was brought around and hit him across the side of the helm, and then there was a sword being stabbed into his neck.

Jetfire coughed and got onto his servos and knees, holding his side and looking up just as the yellow bot dropped to the ground, bleeding out at an alarming rate. The warlord stood over the two of them and raised his arms, laughing maniacally.

The white mech optics widened and then his face broke into a snarl before he yelled and ran at Megatron, drawing his own sword and swinging at him. But the hit was easily blocked and the grey mech only grinned before grabbing one of his wings and pulling him down so he could knee the younger bot in the stomach, right in the wound.

Jet yelled and dropped to his knees, purging energon and holding his middle tightly.

"It's such a shame," Megatron growled and paced around him, "Someone with your potential would make a strong Decepticon. You can fight through your wounds and still, I feel as though you are not showing me everything."

"You've got that right," Jetfire muttered and reared up, swinging his fist with a yell.

His attack was easily dodged and a look of disappointment crossed the Decepticon's face before a shadowy fist followed up and connected with his cheek.

He stumbled back, holding his face in one servo and looking back while Jetfire stumbled to his pedes. He staggered but still had his fist up, Shadow's protruding from his shoulder and hanging in the air above his master.