~Knocked-Out~

Weak

There he lay.
A broken soul, plastered down by the ped of the one he loved
A tired mech, who wants nothing more than to get his love back.
Surrounded by the weak scratch marks left by his pointed fingers in a feeble attempt to escape, there was nothing to do but watch and sob. And so he did. Drowning out the taunting, Knockout watched with worry as Arcee danced with the warlord, avoiding his every blast, while he grew angrier and angrier. She scanned for his weakness, looking at every piece of armor, searching for that weak spot.
She saw none.
And in the small second she was distracted, she failed to see the opportunity she gave the warlord.
Just one mistake can turn the tides of a battle.
And she had just made one.
And it cost her a shot to the shoulder, and a fall to the ground. She cried out, then grew silent as she slid across the floor. Energon dripped our of the massive hole that now decided in her shoulder.

Now let it be fate, destiny, or Primus himself, maybe even the scream of pain, but in a small moment, a fraction of a second, in just a blink of an eye, he felt it. It wasn't unfamiliar, in fact it was very familiar.  A glimmer of hope in the dark, a light at the end of the tunnel, a spark beating life. No, he would not let his friend get hurt. It happened to Breakdown, it didn't need to happen to someone else.
Especially someone he cared about.
It was all he needed.
With one swift motion, he turned his servo into a saw, and, doing as best as he could, swiped backwards and sliced through Darkshade's ped. She cried out in pain and stumbled backwards. It wasn't anything more than a deep wound, but it was bad; gushing out energon as if it were a fountain. Knockout took her brief moment of shock to recover and stand up. She growled upon seeing the gash, and yelled in fury. Knockout, however, payed her no attention, and instead lunged for the Warlord, who was currently approaching the downed Arcee with his blade unsheathed. He raised the blade.
"You might as well be thanking me. I'm about to reunite you with your partners." He smirked, and brought the blade down. The sound of metal hitting metal echoed through the room.
But no energon spilled.
For the blade had not hit its target, but instead, a saw stained with energon. Knockout glared up at Megatron, who flinched, shocked.

"Not today." He growled, and activated the saw, which sliced halfway through the blade. Megatron yelled, and pulled the blade away. He examined the damage, then growled. Knockout didn't notice; he had run over to Arcee, and was examining her wounds. He didn't notice the blaster firing up.
He didn't notice the evil chuckle.
But he did notice the blast to his back. Yelling out, he was sent flying into the wall, the crippled to the ground. Coughing up energon, the muffled sound of ped steps approaching filled his audio receptors. Through blurred optics, he watched as the disoriented figure of Darkshade approached him. The world slowed, the room spun. He fought and fought to move, to do something, but he was stuck, frozen in time.
"Time to pay." She glowered, and lifted her blaster, and fired it up. But, she was no longer Darkshade.
She was nothing more than a shadow.

"Night...streak?" Knockout asked groggily and dazed, as a shadow loomed over him, with a glowing gold cannon pointed at his helm. He couldn't see anything but that.

"Don't move." The shadow growled.

"Night....streak, you don't....have to...do this."

"I'm NOT Nightstreak! I am Darkshade, Decepticon Princess, and your last sight."

"No....please, no!" Knockout yelled as loud as he possibly could, he could feel the blaster heating up. He glanced over at Arcee, who was struggling to lift her head up.

"Do it, Darkshade! Do it, my apprentice, and watch as the light fades from this traitor's pathetic spark!" Megatron growled.

"Yes, Megatron."

"NO..." Knockout tried to move, but was held down, down by something, something dark, evil. "NO!" The blaster was ready.

"Goodbye, Knockout."