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Becoming Mama Bear
Co-Written by Harley Quinn hyenaholic and Froggy22651
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Harley: Torture! Suffering! And everybody’s favourite plot device... AMNESIA!!! Yes, thanks to me you have a method of controlled amnesia that involves more than pointing an EMP and firing it.
Froggy: Enjoy reading about torture!
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Chapter Twenty-Four: Punished
Prowl grunted as Megatron thumped to the ground in front of the Nemesis. He had tried to struggle free of the huge warlord. Really, really tried. Even breaking his axles and every servo in his body in a nasty landing was preferable to being taken prisoner by Decepticons. Especially considering that Megatron obviously knew about Prowl’s defecting, and probably knew that he had once been called Barricade too. He didn’t know how, but he was sure that whatever was going to happen, was going to be horrible.
He could only pray to Primus that the other Autobots rescued him before he lost his mind from torture. Primus, how he HATED being so reliant on others! This was so humiliating... and he got the feeling it was going to become more so.
"Oooh... so what wretched little treat have you brought me today, great and mighty Megatron?" the familiar, disgustingly smug voice of Starscream called out, reaching his audios from the shadows of the Decepticon base.
"Just a little something to demonstrate exactly what happens to traitors," Megatron growled, holding up a struggling Prowl with his red optics on view for the world to see, "I think you need reminding. Each and every day."
"Oh, you wound me, mighty leader!" Starscream said, bowing slightly. The bow had a trace of mockery in it, as ever, as did his tone.
Megatron shook his head, "Not yet.”
The grovelling backstabber of a Decepticon seeker approached the dangling figure of Prowl, his optics widening in surprise, "Oh, so the flunked-out cyberninja is actually a traitor to the Decepticons?"
"So it would seem," Megatron entered the base, holding Prowl in one hand, "Dirge, Starscream, gather everybody into the main hall. I want to make a very good example of this particularly bad example to loyalty."
Starscream promptly fell to his knees, clasping his hands together in a begging position. "Oh please, great Megatron, tell me that you’ll allow me to administer the punishment!"
"I told you to gather everybody here," Megatron snarled, "Do it!" He sat down in his throne, "I think that when making an example of someone, humiliation is key. Wouldn't you agree, Prowl?"
Prowl didn't look or even answer him, still struggling against the restraints.
"Couldn't have said it better myself,” a slightly annoyed Starscream said as he got to his feet and marched off to follow Dirge. He had an assembly to prepare.
It didn't take long before everybody was gathered. When Megatron wanted to see you, you came, regardless of what you were doing at the moment. Keeping him waiting was a very bad idea. Megatron turned to Soundwave, who was standing stoic beside the throne, "I want this to be recorded from this moment," he said, "And ready for broadcast."
"Yes, Lord Megatron," Soundwave droned, "Now recording."
"Now we have a little business to attend to..." Megatron threw Prowl onto the ground hard, "First, Lugnut, see to it that the traitor is appropriately restrained.”
“YES, Mighty Megatron!” Lugnut lumbered forward to restrain Prowl. The cyberninja, stunned as he was, didn’t have much of a chance against the massive bomber plane, despite his struggling, “You will bow before the wise and merciful Megatron, traitor!” he snarled.
“No,” Prowl hissed.
Lugnut wasn’t listening to him, fortunately. He was quickly and eagerly stasis cuffing Prowl’s wrists behind his back. Then he used a thick chain to pull them up towards the ceiling.
Prowl grimaced as the awkward position strained his servos painfully and worst of all, he was forced into bowing towards Megatron, who smirked, evidently pleased with Lugnut’s work. He was indeed bowing before Megatron – whether he wanted to or not.
Megatron continued to smirk cruelly as Lugnut returned to his side. He never did any of the work himself. He preferred having the power of ordering others to do it, and then watching, “Now... Starscream. Remove that Autobot symbol from his chassis. It doesn't belong there."
The cyberninja looked around. The hall was filled with Decepticons, many of whom were twice as big as him. This was going to be horrible.
"My pleasure, Mighty Megatron,” Starscream said, rubbing his hands together. The seeker walked over to the table of tools he had prepared and set out for this occasion and picked up a laser scalpel. Perfect for the job. Stepping over to Prowl, or as he had once been known, Barricade, he activated the tool and slowly lowered it to the symbol, molten steel bleeding out from under the humming blade as Starscream carved the symbol right out of Prowl's chassis, slower than he needed to.
Prowl grimaced in pain. That was his symbol, and it did belong there. He hated Starscream for defacing it, but he couldn't pull away. But he wouldn't scream... he would NOT scream. No matter what was done to him. No matter what, he promised himself.
"Aren't you the tough one?" Starscream said mockingly, smirking in Prowl's face, holding the symbol in one hand and the laser scalpel in the other. "You may think so now... but we're just getting started."
"Strip the traitor," Megatron said, "A little humiliation will do him good."
"Ooh, humiliation!" Starscream said excitedly, rubbing his hands together, "Just what I was thinking, Megatron! My capacitors are tingling at the thought!" Eagerly, the seeker went to work grabbing and prying off pieces of Prowl's armour roughly, exposing the mechanics and circuits underneath.
It was painful. Starscream wasn't even bothering to undo his catches - he just tore the armour off, breaking catches as he did so. Prowl didn't dare to open his mouth - if he did he'd scream. He felt dreadfully exposed like this. He hadn't even bared himself on this level to Hotwire yet. He would never have done it in the middle of a crowd of Decepticons; no normal person would.
Starscream chuckled, looking at his handiwork, listening for approval from his fellow Decepticons. Prowl did look dreadfully exposed, the tough ninja look he cultivated ruined by the awkward, defenceless position he was in. The seeker rather liked it. "Oh dear, that looks rather uncomfortable,” Starscream commented.
Prowl just growled at him under his breath, trying to twist away from him. Then something occurred to him, "How did you know... about my... defecting?" he asked, hating the word traitor.
Starscream blinked, staring in disbelief at the Autobot for a moment before a big grin spread over his face. "You mean... no one has told you yet? Oh this is rich!" The seeker practically laughed in joy. "Well, it turns out that your friend Hotwire isn't as innocent as you think. She's been spying for us!"
"What?" Prowl stared, "No. No, I don't believe you. I WON'T believe you! She would never do anything like that!" He twisted, furious at Starscream that the mech would suggest such a thing.
Starscream, still smiling at Prowl wickedly, dug a claw into his back. Then he ripped out the small device that had been used to bug Prowl, and showed it to him, "This... is the bug she planted on you. I heard you two got awfully close..."
Prowl swallowed, "No. No, I won't believe it... she's a medic, she would never do anything like that..." He turned his optics away from the tracking device.
"Yes. A medic. OUR medic,” Starscream replied, tossing the device in his face, "Didn't you ever thing it strange that she would work for us all that time and just suddenly switch to your side and fall into your waiting arms?" He ran a finger along one of Prowl’s strained arms.
"No..." Prowl knew he was heating up to the face, "No, it's all just words... no proof... She hates you, Starscream. And you hate her. And she would never... never..." he gritted his teeth, "She saved Bumbebee from this place... risked herself... She would never lie to me... She told me everything." He turned to face Megatron, "You hear that, Megatron! EVERYTHING!"
"Starscream," Megatron stated, his optics burning into Prowl's, "Use the whip, if you will."
"Gladly!" Starscream spoke, taking a bow before he walked over to where the whip hung. A triple-tailed whip with energon barbs embedded in it, it was a particularly brutal torture device. Starscream unrolled it and slowly walked around the hanging prisoner before giving him a strike to the back.
Prowl gasped as the shards dug into his bare servos. But he waited, knowing that the worst part was yet to come. Starscream's grip on the whip tightened, then he ripped the barbs out of Prowl's back. Another sharp gasp of pain escaped the cyberninja.
"Ooh, that does look painful,” Starscream mocked him, running the whip across the ground like a snake, "Let's take it up a notch." Then he swung it at Prowl again, this time much harder.
Prowl's gasp was louder. He bit down on the scream, "You're sick..." he hissed at Starscream, "A whole lot sicker than Hotwire is, poor thing, because you don't even know it." But he regretted opening his mouth when the whip cracked again, and a cry of pain escaped him.
"Oh, what was that I heard?" Starscream asked, "It couldn't have possibly been a scream. You're too tough for that, right?" Then he lashed out at Prowl again, the barbs tearing out pieces of wiring.
Prowl tried not to scream again. The watching Decepticons were enjoying this, Megatron was smirking slightly, and Starscream was really getting into the torture. His entire body gave a spasm as another line of pain was burnt into his back. A choking whimper was all that left him.
Energon trickled down Prowl's shoulders, and Starscream swiped a bit off on his finger. Facing the Autobot, he showed the fluid to him, "You're leaking,” he said with a smug grin, "How about we get some more out of you? Or you could swear eternal allegiance to the Decepticons, and kiss my feet."
"Kiss my aft," Prowl growled through gritted teeth. He knew the expression was coarse and vulgar but he didn't care. He would never go back to the Decepticons. Not out of loyalty, and certainly not out of fear.
Another lash to the back, the little blades digging a bit deeper into the wounds already created. Leaving the shards in for a moment, Starscream leaned in to whisper into Prowl's audios, "Hotwire betrayed you. I’ll make you submit or break. And I'm going to enjoy every moment of it. You should make this easier on yourself." Then he pulled hard, tearing out more chunks of metal.
"NO!" Prowl screamed in pain, "She didn't... she wouldn't... AND I WON'T SUBMIT TO ANY DECEPTICON!" He hung there, grimacing in agony. How DID they find out? Hotwire wouldn't... she wouldn't... but HOW DID THEY KNOW?!
"Then how do we know who you are? You only told her!" Starscream cackled in his audios, digging his fingers into an open wound, "You know I'm right!"
"She wouldn't... she wouldn't..." Prowl choked out in pain. It was all he could say, because he couldn't let himself believe it, "Some other way... You must have found out some other way... and you're just using Hotwire..."
"Now you're just deluding yourself," Starscream spoke smoothly, swinging around to look the Autobot in the optics, "Face it, mech. You were duped."
Prowl wouldn't look at Starscream. He couldn't, "Why should I trust you over her?" But tears were welling up in his optics as he spoke; his back and his Spark both burned with pain.
Starscream could see the pain he felt, physical and emotional, and the seeker giggled with glee. "They always break eventually. They always see the truth,” he said, "No one is that tough, traitor."
"The truth..." Prowl managed through the tears, his voice growing stronger, "Is that you are a coward, a liar, a murderer and a sadist, and I will never believe your lies..."
"Ah, but now you're the one who is lying,” Starscream replied, making no effort to argue against the accusations. Each and every one of them was true, after all, and there was no point in denying it. "Doubt is like a seed. Plant it in someone, and it'll grow up nice and tall." The seeker jabbed his claw into a particularly tender spot.
Prowl winced. He didn't know who had given him away... but he couldn't believe Starscream. Not after all Hotwire had trusted him with. The tears poured down his face shamefully as he felt the optics of the Decepticons on him.
Starscream laughed mockingly at the defector as he hung there, oily tears running down his cheeks and energon oozing from the nasty wounds on his back. "Look at the big, tough ninja now!" the seeker cried out. Soon, several other Decepticons were laughing along with him.
"You're so full of it..." Prowl hissed. His back burned, "Aren't you the seeker who made five copies of himself, and they all hate you?"
"I do not hate Starscream!" Ramjet shouted, receiving a sharp slap on the back of his head from Thundercracker.
Starscream glared at his captive before picking up another tool off his torture table. Lashing out, the seeker wrapped his energon whip around the cyberninja's neck, dragging his closer. "Let's really give you something to cry about,” Starscream growled, putting one of Prowl's fingers between pliers and squeezing. Hard.
"GAH!" Prowl couldn't help the scream. And now that he had screamed, he had the horrible feeling that he was going to be doing a whole lot more of it. He managed to look up, past Starscream and at Megatron, who was watching with an amused look on his face, "Wh-why do you never do any of this yourself?" he snarled, overheating from pain, "Don't have the circuits?"
“I prefer to watch others carry out my orders," the warlord said calmly.
As if in answer to this, Prowl screamed as Starscream dented his fingers again. The energon whip was wrapped tightly around his neck, the barbs dug into him, and it all burned.
"You're going to submit, one way or another,” Starscream hissed with a big smirk on his face, "And when we eventually return you to your friends, you'll be nothing but a broken shell of the mech you once were. Ah... it makes my spark flutter to think of it!"
"I... won't break..." Prowl growled at him.
"You won't need to," Megatron commented from his throne, "After Starscream is finished with you, you'll be reformatted. Your mind will be a blank slate for me to write on, and I'll turn you into the loyal spy you were always meant to be. Your friends will attribute any change of personality to your torture."
Prowl looked so horrified that he didn't even notice Starscream picking up a new tool, "If... if you're just going to wipe my memory, what is the point of doing this?!" he screamed at Megatron.
"Well, Starscream seems to be enjoying himself, making an example out of you," Megatron answered. There were a chorus of mocking laughs from the other Decepticons.
Starscream chuckled as he picked up a screwdriver, "I do believe this was always a favourite tool of Hotwire's..."
"She never used it to hurt anybody!" Prowl snarled, Except herself, he thought, "She didn't even jam it in your optic, like she told me she wanted to!"
"Oh, you mean like this?" Starscream asked nonchalantly before lunging forward, slamming the head of the screwdriver through one of Prowl's red optics, piercing the sensitive electronics within.
Prowl screamed again as Starscream worked the screwdriver inside him, the way he'd seen Hotwire do to herself to cause more pain, and then dragged it down his face, cutting a deep, ragged scar - just like those on her arms. Energon poured down his face, and he finally managed to gasp out, "You knew she did it... and you never did a fragging thing... no wonder she hates you..."
"And why should I care if our unstable medic has a fetish for self-harm?" Starscream replied in his obnoxious voice. He twisted the screwdriver inside Prowl's face, listening as the Autobot’s screams reached a new pitch, "I always thought it was funny how weak that stuck-up femme really was."
"She's... stronger than you'll ever be!" Prowl screamed, remembering all that Hotwire had been through, and how she was still more sane than Starscream. Now blinded in one optic, the only reason he was still upright was because of the chains. It was agonising, and humiliating, and...
"Starscream?" Megatron said calmly, "I think the traitor needs a lesson in humility."
Complying with the wicked request, Starscream removed the bonds holding Prowl up, letting him fall to the ground. The seeker cracked the whip beside him, calling out, "Kneel before Megatron, treacherous scum!"
"No," Prowl said simply, trying to stand. The whip cracked again, but this time it lashed across his bare crotch, and he screamed. He screamed again, even louder, as the energon barbs were ripped out.
"Now,” Starscream hissed, “Bow to your master... rejoin your team. If you give in now, it will be quicker, easier."
"It doesn’t matter. I’ll be reformatted anyway," Prowl shuddered. Energon was pouring from the cut on his face, and his tears of pain and rage were stinging the wound, “I'd rather offline than be a Decepticon again!" he snarled, standing again, "Hear that?! You can all go frag yourselves!"
"Why do you keep insulting your marvellous team-mates, Barricade?" Sunstorm asked from the watching mechs, and snickers surrounded Prowl.
"This isn't my team..." Prowl hissed, "And I'm not Barricade. Not anymore."
"A glitch which we will soon correct,” Starscream replied smugly, walking closer to the prisoner, "Of course, that also means that you won't remember this little session. Shame," the twisted seeker reached down to fondle the ninja openly in front of his comrades.
Prowl gasped and tried to wrench himself away from Starscream, "What the frag do you think you're doing?!" he shouted, stumbling and falling to the ground as he tried to get away from the Seeker.
"Huh... if he's that jumpy, I can't see why he went for Hotwire," Icy Blitzwing commented, "Maybe she was more interested in his alignment!" Random laughed.
Starscream laughed with them, joining in on the cruel jokes he had started. "Or maybe she just needed a good 'tool'. Primus knows she never got any on this base!" This gained him more chuckles and snickering, which encouraged the cowardly seeker further. "Let's see just what she had,” he laughed, pulling away Prowl's crotch plating.
With his hands cuffed behind his back, it was pointless for Prowl to try and stop Starscream. He rolled onto his front, trying to hide his ports and cable, but a ripple of mocking laughter rang out across the room.
"Is that ALL?" Thundercracker sneered.
"I still can't see why Hotwire bothered with him!" Dirge mocked.
Prowl gritted his teeth as the tears stung his face. They were just words. They WANTED to have this effect on him. It didn't mean anything, and besides, they were Decepticons... but somehow it still hurt.
While his fellow Decepticons laughed at Prowl's expense, Starscream kicked the Autobot a few times while he was down, just to drive the point home. He cracked the whip again, and once again a long cut was traced over Prowl’s crotch, “Yes, you like that, don’t you?” he sneered, as Prowl tried to protect himself.
Prowl screamed as Starscream kicked him onto his back and cracked the whip another time. There was little he could do to protect himself; even lying on his front could only keep his most sensitive parts safe for a few seconds.
Starscream grinned some more, thoroughly engrossed in the pain and humiliation he was inflicting, “Hotwire never cared for you,” he hissed at the cyberninja, “A stealth mech like you could only ever fill her with revulsion. She betrayed you. Face it...”
But he couldn't afford to harm Prowl much more; the mech needed to be reasonably functional for later, "Ah... I think that's enough fun for today. Time to fix you up, Prowl... or should I say Barricade?" Grabbing hold of him, Starscream started dragging the Autobot towards the medical wing for his little operation. Sunstorm followed closely behind.
"I hope... you really enjoyed that," Prowl spat energon out of his mouth, "Because that's all the power you'll ever have over anybody!"
"All I hear is blah, blah, blah, and some trite Autobot slag,” Starscream said, kicking Prowl into the room, the table and straps already prepared.
"Now this is one time where Hotwire would really come in handy. She really is marvellously skilled at reprogramming," Sunstorm oozed and he grabbed Prowl's flailing legs and helped his brother strap Prowl down to the table.
"Ah, how hard can it be?" Starscream asked rhetorically, walking over to the command console, "Just isolate his skills files, wipe the rest, and replace with basic Decepticon programming. Simple!"
"Yeah, I'm not saying you're not smart enough to figure such a thing out yourself," Sunstorm said, "But she did take her most awesome files with her when she ran off." It really was tough to constantly compliment two people who loathed each other at the same time.
"You couldn't reprogram a calculator, Starscream!" Prowl tried to fight his way from the straps.
"That attitude will be the first thing to go,” Starscream growled, his hands swiftly moving over the keyboard, "And Sunstorm! Stop grovelling and make yourself useful!"
"And why would you need any help, Starscream?" Sunstorm asked, "That was a great show you put on for us, by the way," he told Prowl, "I always knew you had Decepticon oil in you!"
Starscream grumbled to himself in irritation, quickly working to isolate the needed files so he could get to work deleting the rest. Once he was done, he was certain that there would not be enough of the old Prowl left to remember his friends. Another loyal soldier for Megatron. Until he learned how to be a properly treacherous Decepticon, of course.
Prowl screamed as electricity arced through his meta and body, twisting its way through his files, deleting memories both foul and precious. Optimus Prime... data erased. Bumblebee... data erased. Ratchet... data erased. One by one, each of his memories was erased, and the faces of his friends from his memories, and the last one to go was Hotwire.
His designation was Barricade... he was a loyal Decepticon spy... and he hurt. The rest of his meta was a blank. That was more frightening than the straps binding him down.
“WHERE AM I?!” he screamed suddenly.
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Harley: And what happens next chapter? I can’t tell you! Because I have... AMNESIA!
Froggy: But don’t get amnesia yourself, opr you’ll forget to tell us what you liked and didn’t like about this chapter!
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