~Knocked-Out~

A Common Foe

One's spark  is fragile; just the simplest actions can shatter one. The spark holds all the emotions that one can feel; happiness, sadness, anger, love.

Love, and Anger.

What is anger? Is it a true emotion, fragile, triggered so easily, or is it a glitch; just a little bug toying with you? And what causes it? Extreme sadness, the urge to get revenge.

Or the loss of a loved one?

And what about love? Why do we love, what is the meaning of it? Why does one feel such affection towards another? Is it fate? Destiny? Or is it the thoughts of our creator. Maybe, 2 sparks are created to be bonded by Primus himself before they made. Whatever the reason is, love is the most valuable and happy thing, along with the thing that will crush you.

And it was that very crushing wind that had blown into Knockout, throwing him to the ground, escaping in agonizing yells of pain and terror, before silently coming out in the tears that flowed out of his optics as he sobbed. His spark throbbed, ached as if there were a creature inside, just pushing to be let out. That one part, the special part reserved for the love of the femme in his spark, was empty, a volcano of nothingness. His spark tore at the thought of the last thing she had said to him.

"Goodbye, Knockout." That look. That look in her optics, it was empty, yet full of hatred, bare and dark, with no emotion but hate. Those were not the optics he had fallen in love with. And her voice, the voice that would lure the birds into a peaceful sleep, and open the dreariest of flowers, and brighten the darkest of days, was gone, destroyed, overcome by the voice, the clone of Megatron.

"The Nightstreak you know is gone! There is no Nightstreak anymore!" It was as if the darkness had a name, a completely separate identity from Nightstreak, one that was called Darkshade.

~~~

It wasn't the clanging together of the chains that woke her up, nor was it the echoing ped steps getting closer, but, the feeling of darkness in the air stirred Darkshade from her slumber. Lifting her heavy helm and stinging optics to look around at the gloomy surroundings, she found herself completely immobilized, servos chained to the ceiling, held tight, and peds tied to a weight too heavy for her to budge. She pulled at the shackles, thrashing and moving about.

"Ah, I see our new guest is awake. How are you today, oh, what did you say was your name, Darkshade?"

"Wouldn't you like to know." She snarled, not needing to look up to know who it was that struck fear into her spark.

"Yes, if fact, I would. I would like to make our new recruit as comfortable as possible, as we would do to others."

"Well, now I see why there aren't any others. And who said anything about "new recruits?" She raised her objects to scan the now grinning face of the warlord.

"I did." He walked forward, trying to act regal and intimidating, and started pacing the room. "You see, Darkshade, we share a common foe."

"I don't share anything with anybody."

"Shut up!" Megatron lunged forward and punched Darkshade in the gut, sending her flying backwards into the wall. The restraints pulled her back, and swung her again. She groaned in pain.

"Well, now that I have your attention, allow me to finish my previous statement." This time, Darkstreak said nothing.

"Like I mentioned previously, we share a common foe. The Autobots. The filthy scums who keep me from wrecking the havoc on this world that I so desire."

"I don't have a grudge with the Autobots." She snarled. "Well, with one."

"And that takes me to the point." Megatron stepped forward and towered down at the femme with an evil smirk.

"You see, I want to get revenge on a certain traitor, who currently resides with the Autobots."

"You and me both."

"Join me."

"What's in it for me?"

"Help me in capturing the Autobots, and he will be yours to torture, enslave, and destroy." The proposal caught Darkstreak's attention. A chance, to make that cherry mech pay for the lies, the sparkbreak, the deception was too close to pass up. 

"Ok, then. I accept your proposal." She growled without a second thought. Megatron smirked again, and the restraints opened, and she fell to the ground, gasping with pain. It seemed that the electrical shock had taken more out of her than she thought. 

"Splendid. Welcome to the Decepticons, Darkshade."

"I will do my best to please you, Lord Megatron."

"Oh, I know you will." He smiled evilly as he strode out, leaving his new recruit to her new home.