Transformers Prime: Sparkbeat {Completed}

Chapter 2: Burnt and Battle Scarred

Optimus's POV:

The prod hurts, but not enough to make me tell the Decepticon warlord where to find the base, where they'd find the gem. We haven't figured out what it's capable of, but we know it's powerful.

Megatron jabs me with the prod again, and I bite back a yelp of pain. Whatever pain I feel from this, I know Ratchet is suffering more. I may never see him again. I realize. He may never see Malachite, or his sparkling.

"I'm going to ask you one more time." Megatron stirs me from my thoughts with his dark and cruel voice.  "Where is the gem?"

I send him a refusing look. "I'm going to say this one more time, I'll never tell you." My voice slightly shakes with pain, my lower back and chest are aching from the prod.

The warlord growls in frustration and gestures to a couple Decepticons to take me back to the cell, and they lift me off my knees and lead me through the endless halls, back to the dark cell. My spark does flips of joy when I see Ratchet is already there, sitting on the floor and glaring at his leg. The Decepticons remove the clamps from my wrists and shove me in, but I can care less.

Ratchet's leg had been burned in numerous spots, which tear at my spark as I growl in anger. I'm tired of them hurting Ratchet.

"Optimus... Tomorrow things are going to get worse." He murmurs, staring at his leg.

"What do you mean?"

"They just invented a whip, and when it hits you, it shocks you... they said it will be ready for testing by tomorrow." Ratcher sighs. "And a huge cannon... And... white fluid that they said I will be injected with tomorrow. They are inventing like crazy."

Fear grips my spark. He's going to be tortured, and I can't do anything to protect him.

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Emma's POV:

Ravage's claws rake down my flank, his teeth bared into a ferocious snarl.

"Ravage, please listen to me!" I yelp, leaping away and knocking him back with my head.

"Over sized Gecko!" He spats back, flattening his ears and launching himself onto my back.

The two of us are predacons, so we can speak to eachother, and  no one else can hear.

"Geckos are cute!" I roar, drop, roll and smash him. Siezing the chance, I bite down on his shoulder. Ravage roars with rage and scrapes his claws down my own shoulder. With a cry of pain I back away, and he leaps up and clamps his jaws around my neck. Scrap!