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What Tomorrow Holds	By : Supermoi Category: Transformers > G1 > AU/AR Views: 1544 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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What Tomorrow Holds

Part two: Retribution

Chapter 9: Haunting

***Two days later, Soundwave’s cell***

Megatron was raging. Whatever he would do to break his will, that glitch Soundwave wouldn’t give, and he was starting to run out of ideas.

The silver Lord was pacing in front of the bounded telepath and glaring him down fiercely. That no-good traitor was way stronger than he anticipated! During the last few days, he spent a lot of times trying all of the tricks he could without earning him a nasty slap on the servo for ‘abusing’ a prisoner. All the tricks that weren’t going to let scars or traces of any sorts, like electricity, heat and cold, recharge and refuelling deprivation…And some more inventive, and ‘out of the manual’, even. But this slagger has a very high tolerance and his breaking point was damn hard to reach!

The only things he got out of Soundwave’s vocal processor until now were silence and cold laughers… He was starting to really loose patience with him!

On his part, the blue mech felt like scrap. He was putting on a cold and emotionless façade, playing the unfeeling one, but the amounts of torture he withstood was starting to take its toll on his systems. Like every other mech, there was only so much he could take before breaking, and that threshold was damn close. Much closer than Megatron thought. It wouldn’t take a lot more to make him spill his innards to his tormentor. He was following Megatron with his optics – now revealed because the mask and visor was removed some times earlier – as he paced the room in front of him, looking pissed and very close to blasting him to oblivion… Which he would certainly NOT do if he wanted the information the telepath posses on the Organization.

That was why he was still playing defiant, even if his systems were screaming for recharge, refuelling and a little rest. He fought the urge to spill it out to make it all ends and stayed defiantly silent, glaring daggers at Megatron. Finally, the silver mech stopped in front of him and put his hands on his hips in an annoyed and downright enraged way. He was still holding that accursed controller in one hand and his thumb was damn close to the switch… Involuntarily, the navy blue mech shivered and then froze, refusing to show the slightest hint of pain or fear.

“You will talk, Soundwave, even if I have to spend a year to break you!” Spat the Lord as he pressed the switch again, making the bounded mech jolt and jerk as raw electricity assaulted him again.

After the assault ends, the telepath fell limp in his bounds and cycled air heavily, worn out. He felt even more scrapped than a moment before. He played with the idea of spiting all he knows to his tormentor but angrily discarded the idea. No, he will NOT break! He had to stay strong so Shockwave will have more time to prepare. By now, his bondmate must know he was captured and imprisoned… And must have sped up the plan in case he would break and tell his captors all he knew. It was the wisest, most logical course of action in those circumstances.

But that didn’t make him feel any better…

Soundwave let out a pained cry when he was stabbed with wave of electricity, and Megatron grinned wickedly. Soundwave let out a little keen of despair…

oOo

Starscream’s spark was not gone just yet…

After he helped Silverstream to heal and regain consciousness, he did not go to the Matrix like he should have. No, something was preventing his Spark to enter the warm and welcoming light of Primus… Rage and sorrow were still too high and his spark was screaming for revenge on those whom killed him so horribly. For a moment, he floated around like a lost Spark, not knowing what he was looking for, and he stayed on his son’s room, looking at him and watching over him in his sleep. He did not know if the youngling could feel or see him on the real world, though, but he stayed nonetheless…

For now, he had nowhere else to go. His spark was angry and confused, but what it knows was that he had to make those who killed him pay for their crimes! After some times, he started wandering around, searching for what his Spark was calling for, searching for those who deserved to be punished. He finally followed what was calling the louder for him, and entered the CSD building without anyone noticing. Of course, he was invisible, but something was telling that, with some channelling and concentration, he could manage to take a visible form.

A ghostly and transparent form, but a form nonetheless.

After a few moments wandering around the building, he got to the room where he found the Spark that was calling for him so desperately, so loudly. Megatron was there, and so was Soundwave. The telepath was bounded to a metallic chair, and as Starscream invisible Spark looked and listened, he understood, with a peak of rage, that the slagger was one of the mech responsible for his deactivation. He felt an incredible amount of rage build up into his disincarnated Spark and something left him in waves as it reached it’s peak. With a little surprise, he saw the two mechs shivering and looking around, as if the had felt it. Megatron’s optics locked on the corner where he was and had a confused and disbelieving look in them. He saw him mouthed something that looks like his name and then shook his head with anger.

“I must be more tired than I thought…” He said finally and Starscream’s Spark recoiled more snugly in is corner.

It was not the time to reveal himself to his bondmate. Megatron turned to face Soundwave again and, with a hard and somewhat mocking tune, he stated, before leaving the room and closing the door.

“It seems like I have to take a little break, you lucky bastard. But don’t be too relieved, I’ll be back in a couple of cycles to finish our little discussion… Maybe you should use the time to think carefully about your options, Soundwave, because they’re thinning more and more as the time pass.”

And he was gone. For maybe thirty brems after that, Starscream’s Spark focussed solely on the fragger that was partly responsible for his painful and horrible deactivation, and as his rage build up again, he sent waves after waves of something very cold and very angry in the room. After a moment, Soundwave was shivering and shaking as the temperature in the room drop to a level that may had killed a human in minutes, and looking around with what looks like worry.

Starscream’S Spark felt pleasure in tormenting this sparkless killer a bit. He was almost radiating rage and glee at that time and felt like tormenting the slagger a little more. He had killed him. He had hurt Silverstream badly and almost killed him too, if it wasn’t for his intervention. The rage that was building up in him was radiating in freezing waves and he could see the walls covering slowly in a thin layer of ice and soundwave’s body too, as he was bound and unable to move to prevent this. He looks like he was in slight pain, now, because of the very intense cold draowning the room. In a shaky and slightly afraid voice, he managed to ask.

“Inquiry: Is there so-some-body he-here?”

Starscream’s spark was now starting to channel his rage and energy to be able to interact directly with the mech, focussing first in making his voice audible. But it was gonna sound like something out of the grave, and it was exactly what he wanted. Let’s terrify the slagger… he deserves much worse than that.

…Soundwave…

The navy blue mech looked around as best he could with his head strapped to the chair headrest and was apparently more than only slightly afraid now, with the freezing cold and now that creepy, out of he grave voice…

…Soundwave …You traitor…

“Who’s there? Identify yourself!”

A ghostly and freezing laugher was his only answer. A screechy, high-perched and terribly familiar laugher… Soundwave stopped moving and looked like he was about to panic. It was a sight to behold!

…Soundwave… You slagging traitor… You killed me…

Another out of the grave laugher filled the room, like it was coming from the walls and the air around him. The telepath was more and more distressed, his emotionless attitude thrown out the window with the building dread and fear. He looked around again frantically and squirmed in his restraints.

“Who a-are y-you!? An-answer me!”

…You KNOW me... You killed me, slagger... I’m here to take your filthy Spark to the pit with me…

Again, that laugher… Soundwave was starting to panic a little by now. He though part of his CPU knew quite well who he was dealing with but the cold, logical part of him refused to acknowledged it. And therefore, he was trying to rationalize the irrational… Starscream’s spark was enjoying all this very greatly, and he thought it was time to heighten the odds a little. By channelling his spark energy and by using the rage he felt, he was able to form a visible entity. An entity he was able to control the shape as well as the size. But it was a transparent and blue-white ghostly figure nonetheless, obviously not from the living world. And he decided to take the most frightening appearance he could… By appearing as he was after the explosion, missing limbs, torn wings and chest cavity exposed and empty. He was looking like one of those creatures from human culture called zombies… And to top it all, he had empty optics sockets filled with fiery flames of pure rage and hatred. A very terrifying sight to behold…

As he slowly materialize in front of him, like if the air itself was condensing to form a shape, sucking the light as it dimmed to almost nothing too, Starscream’s Spark could feel the erratic pulses of the other spark in the room. The slagger was deadly afraid now, but it wasn’t even the beginning.

“No…” Was all that escaped Soundwave’s vocaliser as the horrifying figure finished its materialisation. “No! Y-you a-are ter-ermina-ated! Y-you ca-can-not be th-there!”

“Am I? If there is so, then, I can’t HURT you, can I?”

He disappeared form his spot only to reappear right behind his back, crouched on his shoulder and hissing in his audio like an angry beast. Soundwave visibly jumped at that and shrank in his seat, more and more agitated. If he could, he would’ve been sweating by now, and his optics were wide with pure, primal fear. Starscream’s Spark was drowning his prey on a pool of cold rage, pain and desire of revenge. He stayed close to his audio, making a loud air cycling sound right on his neck and coldness was hitting him with every ‘breath’.

“You’re guilty, Soundwave… You must pay for what you did… Confess your crimes and I MAY consider sparing your Spark a one way trip to the Pit…”

As he said the last words, Starscream managed to send to the telepath’s CPU the strongest; more powerful of the Pit he could muster, with a lot of details and sounds into this. It was apparently enough to break the mech for good, this time. He screamed at the top of his vocaliser and squirmed wildly in his chair, trashing and blabbering incoherencies. Starscream’s Spark, satisfied, let the conditions in the room return to normal and, before he disappeared too, whispered a last thing in the crazed mech audio with his ghostly voice.

…Don’t forget, Soundwave… I’ll come after your Spark if you don’t confess your crimes…

oOo

***Later, CSD medical Bay***

“…And then, he confessed everything. It’s very awkward, Sir. I don’t understand what happened.”

Prowl was standing in front of a closed room, in the med bay, where Soundwave had been sent after his breakdown in the brig two cycles earlier. He had his arms crossed in front of his chest and a confused and irritated expression on his faceplates. If there is one thing the cold and logical Tactician hated most than anything, there were uncertainties and unresolved mysteries. And that was exactly what he had on his amrs right now… An unexplainable breakdown from a well-guarded prisoner, whom was blabbering about the Pit and Starscream’s haunting him…

He shook his head in deep annoyance as Megatron finally spoke.

“And you told me that it happened a cycle after I got out of the room? That’s strange… Can I see the footages from the security cameras during the time the incident occurred? We may see something in those…”

Prowl nodded and lead Megatron to the Brig Security Room. The recording there were classified and set by chronological order. And the one they wanted, being very recent, was still on the data-recorder. All the Datsun had to do was making a copy of the time scale that was their target and then play it. At first, there was nothing ore to see than Soundwave bounded to his seat, but soon, the room started to change. A thin layer of ice was forming on the walls, chair and the trapped mech there too, who was shivering more and more violently as the temperature fell to a dangerously low level. And there was whispers, almost inaudible for them but Soundwave seems to hear and understand them quite well as he answered and seems more and more agitated. In front of the seated mech, something seems to move, like a patch of static on the recording, blurry and indistinct. It was vaguely the size of a mech and moving around the navy blue mech, sometimes popping from a place to another.

“What is THAT1?” Asked Megatron with a frown. He had a sickeningly hard feeling of déjà-vu when he looked at this bizarre thing on the screen. “It looks like parasites, but… The way Soundwave’s reacting, it’s like there is somebody else in the room with him…”

He bit his lower lip, remembering the faint feeling he had just before leaving the room, like Starscream was right behind him. Of course, he wasn’t, it was impossible… Starscream was deactivated; he saw his spark fading away! So why was he convinced he was about to see him enter the room like if nothing ever happened? And why in the pit Soundwave, on the screen, said the seeker’s name like he just saw the Pit opens in front of his optics?

That wasn’t making any sense!

The recording finished after Soundwave screamed in complete terror and the room returned to its usual light and temperature. Prowl was frowning deeply, scolding at the screen like if it was its fault.

“See? That’s not understandable! That’s crazy and I don’t like it one bit… But at least, we have a complete confession.”

Megatron finally managed to detach his optics from the screen and looked at Prowl, nodding and smiling with glee. That was very good news indeed! Now, they would be able to strike in the very core of the Organization… And disable all of the active cells on Cybertron and Earth once and for all!

But that incident with Soundwave will stay stuck in his processor until some times later, when he’ll make a much unexpected encounter…

oOo

***The Organization’s base, Charr***

***Two days later***

Shockwave wasn’t prepared for a full scale attack.

When he learned than his Bondmate, Soundwave, was arrested and imprisoned by the CSD, he started too sped up the preparation of their future attack. In the original plan, those attacks, four simultaneous explosions of great intensity at different points on Cybertron and two on Earth were to take place in two Earth months, but now, he moved them to only a week ahead, pushing all his men to the limits. He was feeling a creepy feeling since the day before, when the signals he received from Soundwave through the bond changes from pained and tired from downright erratic and slightly crazy.

Something wasn’t right… Not right at all!

He was alone in the control center then, and was looking at the latest progress report for his men all around Cybertron and on Earth when he felt a cold chill ran down his spinal unit. He turned around quickly, feeling observed, but he saw nothing more than the usual. He Shockwave was far too logic to let his emotions takes control of him. He scanned the entire room, and did found something, but it was like a cold spot n a corner of the room, near the door. He focused his scans and tried to figure hat it was, and the shape it finally took after a moment was…disturbing, to say the least. It looks like a mech, a Seeker to be precise, with appendages looking damn close to wings.

“Is there somebody here? Identify yourself!” Finally asked the purple gun-former as he focused more on the strange freezing spot.

Starscream’s Spark found the primary responsible for his deactivation. He was going to make the bastard very sorry… Before Megatron and his troops arrived to take him down for good and drag him to face justice. As he observed the fragger from the corner of the room, rage was building up in his spark again, a cold desire of revenge, and waves of cold were coming from him. Shockwave detected this because he looked directly at him. It doesn’t matter… Starscream’s Spark finally found his prey.

“Who’s there? Answer me this instant!”

Shockwave was feeling uneasy and nervous, which was very unusual for him. He wasn’t the type to fall to his feelings and succumb to panic or fear or whatever emotions he could feel. So he rationalize, this must have a totally strait explanation, this primal fear he was feeling deep inside wasn’t logic nor was it explainable. That bothers him greatly. The air in the room was getting colder and colder by the minutes, and at this rate, it will soon reach a level considered deadly for humans. Maybe the environmental systems were malfunctioning…

He turned to check at the monitors and find the source of the problem when a rush of deep-space cold air brushed pass him and he turned quickly, a little alarmed. He could swear he heard a ghostly, out of the grave cold laugher in his left audio… It sounded like…

No, impossible, he was deactivated!

He felt that freezing caress again and that laugher ringed in the room, this time like it was coming from the walls and the air itself. He spun around, a little agitated, a dreaded chill in his Spark. He just knew who it was, as impossible as it seems, and he asked, hesitantly.

“Starscream?... Is that you?...”

He felt stupid to ask that. Starscream was deactivated, dead, and he couldn’t hurt nor came back to ‘haunt’ him, as the human says. Shockwave thought that such beliefs like ghosts and wandering sparks were stupid and ridiculous. So why did he feels so nervous and afraid all of a sudden? This was completely illogical! And the voice that answered him then made nothing to ease his fear…

…Shockwave… You monster… You’re guilty…

“What?! Who are you? Show yourself!”

There was certainly a trace of fear and anger in the usually cold voice. Something brushed against his plating again, cold and full of rage, and he shivered involuntarily. He heard that disturbing laugher again, spark-freezing and merciless.

…You know me… You killed me… I am here to take your poisoned Spark to the Pit, Shockwave… With me…

“S-starscream… I didn’t meant to kill you, I assure you!...”

The purple gun-former winced when he heard the stammering in his own voice. He tried to follow the laugher but it was coming from every walls and corners and the very air filling the room. And the air was now as freezing as the deepest and far corners of the space, a thick layer of ice covering every surfaces and even him if he stayed still for too long. He moved around to prevent his joints of being stiff and frozen in that dangerously cold atmosphere. A form started to appear in front of him and he backed away until his back was to the console. He lifted a hand in a protective gesture, but knowing that it was futile. He let out a pitiful whimper as the form became finished to form out of the cold air and became clear.

The shape was clearly a seeker in built, but it was a dull greyish color, and transparent, as it radiated a bleu-white light around it. And it looks like something out of a horror holovid… Battered, limbs torn and wings shredded, it was a horrific sight, but the worst were the optics, empty sockets filled with flames or pure hatred and rage.

“S-starscream… Please, I am sorry… Don’t take my spark to the Pits… I beg you, have mercy…”

He was pleading now, and a twisted smile appeared in the intact side of the ghostly face, optics sockets narrowing in sadistic pleasure. The ghostly figured seems to blurry and then appeared not even an inch from the now blabbering Shockwave. Where was his so precious logic, now, huh? Starscrem’s Spark felt a jolt of satisfaction at seeing the purple gun-former reduced to incoherent blabbering as he let his cold ‘breath’ wash over his frame in waves. He lifted a transparent and ghostly servo and then, slowly, ho so slowly, let it entered the wide, purple chest, until he felt the erratically pulsing Spark under his intangible digits.

“No… Please, don’t…”

Shockwave was more than terrified; now, he was going crazy with pure and complete terror as he felt that horribly cold and ghostly servo entered his chest like the plating weren’t there and take a hold on his spark beneath. He panted in pain and primal terror, shaking violently.

“I can kill you right now, Shockwave… It’s so easy… All I have to do is squeezing and… Pfft!... Your spark’ll be extinguished, gone, sent to the pit…”

“Ha-a!...” Breathed the purple transformer as the digits into his chest tightened their holds just a little bit to emphasize the words. “St-starscream… I-I beg you… Nng!... Don’t kill me…”

The only answer he got was a sharp pain as the hand closed a little more; squeezing the Spark to a dangerous level, letting it barely enough space to beat frantically. Starscream’s ghostly figure shivered as a spark-freezing laugh escaped it again, coming from all around the room and not only the transparent form trapping him to the console.

“Why should I spare you?... You killed countless innocents… You’re a monster, worthy of the deepest holes of the Pit…”

The ghost seems to think for a moment and a wicked smile tugged the intact corner of it’s torn face, and he suddenly let go of Shockwave, shimmering and then reappearing in front of the door.

“I’ll let the Justice of the Mortals take care of your worthless hide, Shockwave… You’re time as come!...”

Just after the ghostly figured disappeared in a glimmer of blurry air particles, the door opens and in comes Megatron, followed by Prowl and a squad of CSD mechs. They stopped dead in their tracks as they saw the pictures in front of their optics. The room was deadly cold and a thick layer of ice covered every surfaces. Prowl lifted a brow at the unexpected cold and shivered, Megatron mirroring him and the other mechs whispering together nervously.

“Why the frag is it so cold in there? Like a cryogenic chamber or something…” Commented a mech behind them and Megatron ignored him.

He was locked in the frame huddled in a corner. He shaking, whimpering and blabbering form tightly curled on itself. He stepped in, ignoring the freezing air, and got to the curled up and blabbering form of Shockwave. The mech didn’t even saw him coming and he almost jumped out of his plating as he put a servo on his shoulder, screaming in terror. Megatron jumped back, not expecting such behaviour from this particular mech!

“What in the PIT happened in there?!” he bellowed, irritated and slightly worried. “SHOCKWAVE! What happened?”

The purple gun-former didn’t answer, he didn’t even looks like he understood him, but Megatron could now heard what he was blabbering a moment ago as it became much louder. And he froze in disbelief and puzzlement…

“No! Not my Spark… Don’t take my Spark to the Pit! Please…Starscream… I beg you! Don’t take my Spark…”

“What is he blabbering about? That doesn’t make any sense!” Prowl said as he looked at the shaking and curled transformer in complete disbelief. “Starscream in deactivated! How can he do this to him? It’s impossible!”

Megatron huffed and got up from the crouched position he took to talk to Shockwave and narrowed his optics. Starscream… Starscream was mentioned AGAIN by a mech obviously scared to death by… something. Not to mention the miraculous recovery of Silverstream… He mentioned Starscream helped him back too. There were a lot of coincidences, and Megatron didn’t believe in coincidences! It has to be a link between those three incidents!

And Megatron was sure as hell going to find what it was.

“Take him away. I’ll deal with him later. Is the place cleaned, now?” He asked then, looking neutral and serious.

“Yes, Sir, it is. We got everybody and there is nothing more to do here. All the data were uploaded and we have placed the explosive charges all around the base as you ordered. There will not even be a speck of dust left when we’re done…”

Prowl was all business now that the matter of the mysterious events that took place in this room were pushed aside. And soon, they left the base and set the explosives on. Like the tactician said, there was nothing left in their wake…

The Organization was finished. All of the cells were attacked as well as the main base in a single, hard blow. The majority of the members will be sent to the Stockade, the Highest Security Prison on Cybertron, but as for the two Heads… Megatron intended to make an example of those two fraggers, and have them publically executed for Crimes against the State.

As for Starscream… He was going to investigate this mystery too. He couldn’t let it as it was. He HAD to know if there was a speck of truth in the blabbering of Soundwave and Shockwave, and the story Silverstream told him when he woke up a week ago.

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