Okay, this was just spur of the moment idea that I just HAD to write. Tell me what you think. Btw, there IS an Oc, but he's important to the story cuz he's the bad guy (I listened to the song 'When you're evil' when I was writing, cuz that's like his theme). So...yeah! Review if you think this is worthy of continuing! Oh! And here's an energon cookie!

Jack winced as the cuffs dug even deeper into the now raw flesh on his wrists.

M.E.C.H had fallen into new hands, it seemed (since Silas was most definately out of commision), yet the new leader was just as ruthless as Silas had been. He had come to his home in the dead of night, while Arcee was on a mission and his mother working a late shift at the hospital.

Jack remembered how he'd fought so hard to try and escape, how he'd kicked and punched, scratched and yelled. But in the end it was useless, he'd been gagged and blindfolded, dragged off and thrown into a truck.

He'd been chained to the ceiling, dangling (though his feet were chained as well), only the gag had been removed, and then he'd been left in the room, blind to the world around him.

Jack's head jerked up as the sound of a heavy metal door opening echoed through the still air, he remained silent as footsteps were heard, approaching him, while the door scraped shut once again.

The tap of footsteps came even closer, then echoed as the owner to the sound slowly circled Jack.

The raven haired teen couldn't help but to turn his head towards the noise when it reached first his left, then his right. His breath was shallow, ragged as Jack fought to calm his racing heart.

The footsteps stopped in front of him. Two callused fingers dipped under his chin to lift Jack's head slightly, turning it to both sides as the stranger inspected the raven haired teen.

"So you are the one that outsmarted Silas. The boy called Jack." A male voice stated. It was cold and slightly aggresive, yet was smooth, it sent chills down Jack's spine.

A warm breath fanned across Jack's face, making the teen try to jerk away. But the hand that lifted his head was quicker, gripping his face, finger tips pressed painfully hard into his jaw.

"Ah-ah, I would suggest that you remain still. Remember, I have all the power in this situation." The voice hissed, the hand slightly squeezing his face harder, making Jack give a small sound of pain and disscomfort.

"W-who are you?" Jack snarled through gritted teeth, ignoring the dull throb of pain that now resided in his captive jaw.

The man chuckled, releasing the onyx haired male's face and moving a few paces away, begining to slowly pace in front of the captive teen. The slow sound of his steps was taunting, a painful reminder that while Jack was here, the man had all the time in the world with the boy.

"I see, right to the point, yes?" The smirk was clearly heard in the voice, and Jack had to resist the urge to snap at the man.

"I am Damien, Damien Grey. The leader of M.E.C.H."

"What about Silas?" Jack asked, unable to stop the question.

The man, Damien, laughed full throatedly. It was harsh and spine chilling.

"Silas is out of commision. But you didn't really think he was the leader of M.E.C.H, did you? I suppose though, you never thought that Silas answered to someone else, yes?"

Jack's head jerked towards Damien's general direction. Everyone thought Silas was the leader, but this 'Damien' was?

Damien chuckled at the teen's actions.

"You know, when I learned about your friends, these 'Autobots', I found myself quite interested. But after you out-smarted my SIC (A/N: second in command), I became much more interested in you."

Jack felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end, and goose bumps rise on his flesh. Damien began to circle Jack once again, so very, painfully slow.

"You were able to find a way to escape Silas' clutches, were able to save your mother and that Autobot, and so simply as well. I wonder that, if equipt properly, how effective you could be for my...M.E.C.H's, cause."

"As if I'd ever fight for M.E.C.H!" Jack snapped, head jerking towards the sound of footfalls, to his right.

Damien laughed once again, the sound chilling to the bone.

"Ah, you may say that now, boy. But I have learned that with proper incentive, that one's mind can be changed quite quickly."

Silence reigned the room for what felt like hours, yet was only minutes as Damien examined the teen.

"How does it feel?" He suddenly asked.

Jack gave a slight start of surprise.

"Wh...what?"

The man lightly chuckled then moved forward, his breath once again fanning across Jack's face.

"How does it feel to be unable to see your enemy right in front of you? No doubt unsettling, no? Only able to hear me, sounds can be deciving." Damien clarrified, cupping the raven haired male's chin, fingers gripping tightly and nails digging into the boy's flesh.

Jack growled and sturuggled to free his head, but utterly failed.

"You're insane." Jack snarled as his head was forced to turn this way and that.

His captor blantly ignored him, obviosly having heard the words many times before.

"Hm, you're a little thin, but you'll do fine." Damien suddenly said. Jack yelped when a hand gently touched his taught stomach as proof of how thin he was.

Jack's heart pounded painfully against his ribcage, each breath a painful fight to keep steady.

"D-don't touch me."

His voice was strained, yet still held a considerable amout of strength to it.

"Again, may I remind you, I hold all the cards here?" Damien replied with a chuckle.

"Ah yes, I have great plans for you, Jackson Darby. Great plans indeed."

"Wh-why are you doing th-this? You'll gain nothing!" Jack snapped as Damien released his face and the man laughed boisterously.

Jack hissed in pain as sharp, cold metal was suddenly slid lightly across the delicate skin of his belly, easily passing through his shirt. Warm liquid soaked his shirt and skin, staining it red.

"A very easy question to answer. When I set my sights on something, nothing can distract me."

Damien paused, smirked as he ran two fingers over the cut, staining the tips heavily in blood. He lifted his hand, pressing the crimson stained fingers against the teen's closed lips, dragging it across and thickly coating Jack's mouth with the metalic tasting liquid.

"And my sights have been set on you. The one other human that has actual potential besides myself."

Damien walked away, stopping at the metal door as it began to open once again.

"And it's fairly easy to do this when you're evil."

The man smiled deviously (though Jack was blind to it).

"We'll speak again soon, Jack. That you can count on."

The door shut, leaving Jack alone in the silence once again, the only sound being the drip of his blood from both his cut and stained lips.

Jack fell slack, head down and allowing the blood to drip (at an only slightly faster pace). His lips parted and he let out a shuddering breath.

"Arcee...Optimus...someone...S-save me..."