A Cold Flame

We Are Changed

Cryogenic

Now that we were out of that cell, we were told how long we had been on the Decepticon ship. We were thirteen eons old, now we are twenty two eons old. Nine eons on the Decepticon ship, and only five spent in the cells. Now we were free to roam the ship as we please, even got the Decepticon enigma on my shoulder armor. Same with Pyrogenic. 

Of course I made sure Gears was alright. The guards didn't beat him for his size anymore, only when he didn't answer questions. I should be disgusted of what I turned into, but I don't really feel disgusted. I feel like I saved my sire's life and was able to vent my irritation or anger on helpless subjects. 

Pyrogenic and I usually chained the victims so they were standing, much how Gears was chained. Servos above their helm and everything. Some were stubborn, some begged for mercy but all got the same treatment. Now the agony of listening to the tortured screams became a lullaby, though only Pyrogenic has said that.

I hate the sounds of screaming, while Pyrogenic loves it. Something made her realize she could take all this power and not get in trouble, don't get me wrong its fun to prod and taunt and slash at mechs and femmes alike but its just the screaming that I hate. One of our favorite methods were to pull their frames until their arms were barely hanging by a few wires if they didn't talk.

Of course we let them scream or cry in agony, watching the energon drip down their sides to the floor until the wires gave out. Usually we played with the armless subject, and if they don't talk by the time our time is up or they are ordered to their cells, seeing the medi-con first so they would stop leaking energon, we killed them.

That was fun in its own way. The subject was always left armorless, making them easier to be pulled apart. We usually grabbed one of their legs and pull opposite ways, and if that didn't work then we break their legs. I usually sat on them to keep them down and hold their helm up and watch Pyrogenic slice their throat cords out.

It was fun to blind them too, just a small push with our digits and their optics can be scooped out so easy its weird. Electrocution I was not at all fond of, they tend to scream too much. To Pyrogenic its a light show. I have to say she changed the most out of both of us, she isn't the same femme who used to cry to Syrine that other bigger femmes were picking on her.

If she was like this when those bullies were around, who knows what kind of gruesome method she'd use. Another tool Pyrogenic and I love to use was the claws, the tool scares them to talk or if they are stubborn it rips them to shreds until they talk. The claws were easily put on, like gloves except the ends made your digits hooked, barbed claws.

Pyrogenic had learned that most subjects don't like it when those sharp claws are stabbed where they didn't need to be. Personally I aimed for the faceplate and back, shoulders as well. It was Pyrogenic who got creative with most the tools we use. I would hate to be on her bad side, she almost scared me.

My comms buzzed, making me snap out of my thoughts. "Did you hear me, Cryo? I said I am picking up enemy fighters. Aerial-bots." Pyrogenic said, sounding annoyed. "Did you inform the rest of the squad?" I asked. "Duh! You were too busy thinking so you didn't hear me!" She growled over the comms. "Alright, I'm sorry." I say.