Title: As Red As My Paint
Rating: M
Genre: Horror/Drama
Pairing: Mentioned Knock Out/Breakdown
Universe: Prime
Warnings: Violence, gore, torture, medical horror, character death, past mpreg, and other nsfw material.
Based off of Season 2 Episode 19: The Human Factor

Songs of Inspiration:

"Girl With One Eye" by Florence + the Machine
"Teen Idle" by Marina and the Diamonds
"Kill Everyone" by Hollywood Undead

Summary: The one and only time he didn't mind a ruined finish. It'd be worth it all in the end.

Author's Note: Yay, the second part! And guess who's finally moved? This gal! After four months of waiting, we finally did it! Anyways, I'm really not all that happy with the ending of this, but whatever, I can live with it. Anyways, there's a headcanon in here that I made up towards the end and info will be available at the end. So finally, this story is finished and thanks for all the hits and kudos and all that junk! Alright, on with the show!

As Red As My Paint – Part 2

It took him waking up to realize that he had past out atop the disgusting metal table in the medical bay of the Decepticon warship. His body was now failing him, slowly. Without the organs that the Decepticon medic had extracted from his body, his systems were beginning to shut down, one by one. His body could not dispose of the waste it produced, so his body reacted in the only way it could to dispose of the materials it no longer needed.

He vomited.

He turned his head to the side as the contents of his stomach came up through his throat. He projectile vomited a mixture of bile, saliva, blood, and somehow energon, and the gross and disgusting combination splattered all over the side of the medical table. Drool leaked over the corner of his mouth as he panted, continuing the dry-heave with his head turned to the side.

He attempted to move his limbs, but choked on his own cries as sharp and intense pain traveled by his spinal cord. He lifted his head as much as he could, seeing the large puncture wounds in his legs and the dried blood that riddled the medical table. He sobbed in agony as his left ankle twitched and pain from his torn tendons afflicted his weak and failing body.

He threw his head down, not even caring about the harsh clang it created that resonated throughout the medical bay. His pain would end soon, but not soon enough. He prayed to whatever God was above him for him to die at that very moment, but of course, his prayers were never answered.

He heard the doors of the medical bay slide open and close and the familiar sound of pedes came closer to him, growing louder and louder.

"Good morning, Silas. Did you sleep well?"

"Fuck off."

Knock Out scoffed, pretending to be hurt by such a crude statement. "Is that any way to treat your host, Silas? Do we need to have a repeat of last night's farewells?"

The human stiffed.

Knock Out laughed.

"I do, however, have news for you today."

Silas stared at him, scared to even think about asking.

"Good news for you, bad news for me."

For a small moment, he felt relief, silently hoping that the Decepticon medic would give him back his digestive organs and set him free, but in the back of his mind, he knew that that would never happen. He could only stare at the mech standing in front of him, neither of them able to take their eyes or optics off of each other. Then, Knock Out spoke.

"The bad news, Lord Megatron had to go and spoil my fun. He wants to be rid of your disgusting organic body and wants to do away with your existence. Although your screams of agony are music to my audio sensors, the are a nuisance to him. He also grows tired of your disgusting stench, saying he can smell you all the way from the bridge." He sighed and mumbled, "And just when I was actually beginning to enjoy myself, too."

Silas never said a word. If that was the Decepticon's version of bad news, he was terrified to hear his version of good news.

"The good news, I get to have the last of my fun with you today. Lord Megatron has allowed me this solar-cycle off to do with you as I please and finally dispose of you for good. I was hoping for a few more decacycles of study to really understand your species' internal organ systems, but orders are orders I suppose."

The medic walked over to another part of the medical bay and began cleaning his tools from last night's study session; he had been to exhausted afterwards to take the time to wipe them down. He found it rather difficult to wipe the dried organic blood off of his stainless-metal tools, but he didn't mind. It would all be worth it soon enough, once he finally disposed of the parasite that infected the world's core.

He felt Silas' eyes burn into the back of his helm, but it wasn't like he cared all that much. He began to wonder if the human was thinking about him, or if he was thinking about himself. It felt as if he wanted to say something to the crimson mech, but couldn't find the right words, or perhaps, he had finally learned from their previous sessions in social politeness.

He was now up to Silas to decide whether to speak up or keep his mouth shut.

"And since when do you take orders?"

Ah, there we go.

With his back still turned to the human, he smirked and continued to wipe down his medical tools. He knew it was fruitless to do so, but he despised working with filthy things, especially his own tools. A thought popped up his head, but pushed it to the back of his processor, but not before his shoulder stiffened and his intakes hitched. He heard chuckling and then coughing coming from behind him, and he turned around.

"You still think of him, don't you? Or course you do. It may have not looked like it on the outside, but behind closed doors, you two were rather close to say the least. Am I correct?"

The medic kept his composure, although on the verge of turning around and ripping the disgusting human to shreds, then throwing his entrails into a smelting pit, watching the filthy and absolutely gross organic tissue burn to nothingness and let the loud hiss of the flesh dissolving in the hydrochloric acid. Perhaps after this was all said and done; he still had much work to do.

Settling down the last tool he had wiped down, he strode over the medical table where Silas had been placed and rendered immobile. He scowled lightly at the grotty mess of internal fluid Silas had vomited and let drip over the side of the table. The smirk that was painted across the human's face was erased, and now he could only stare at him and tremble, whimpering as sharp pings of dull agony rattled his body at his constant shaking.

His digits curled around his left leg, pulling it up off the table slightly. The human screamed as pain shot up and down his lower body and up through the base of his spine. Silas felt familiar fingertips tracing the rim of the puncture wounds in his calves and thighs.

"Well, since you're in the mood for opening old wounds, why don't we have some fun and open yours, too?"

With that, the Decepticon medic ripped open the wounds once more, letting the human scream his tiny little heart out as more organic fluid squirted from his reopened and infected wounds. Red blood mixed with clear and white infection leaked onto the table, and he choked on his own scream of agony as sharp talons pulled on his right leg.

Out of his cries of agony, Silas spoke up. "Is this any way to treat a guest, oh most humble host?"

He nearly choked on his own saliva as Knock Out shoved a taloned digit into the puncture wound on his lower left leg.

"You are aboard the Nemesis. You're not a guest. You're a nuisance."

Silas flinched at the hiss Knock Out gave him, his voice dripping with acid.

With that, the Decepticon medic stood back, pulling his fingers from the reopened wounds on Silas' legs. The human watched as we walked out of the light, only hearing the sound of pedes stepping upon the floor. It felt as if the sound was coming from all directions, and he tried to lift his head up, but was too exhausted to do so. His internal systems were failing on him and he had lost so much blood. He was utterly surprised that he even woke up. He should be dead, but he knew that that would be far too easy. It would seem that his quote-unquote God had different plans for him; plans of punishment.

Silas was pulled from his musing when the gleam of crimson-red paint caught the corner of his eye. Knock Out was back by the side of the medical table, looking down upon him, not saying a word.

For a while, they stayed like that; motionless, staring at each other without making a single sound. Silas did not dare move or look away from the medic's piercing red eyes. He dared not blink, either. The medic stared at him for a second more, then blinked and turned away.

Silas would have breathed a sigh of relief, but he knew better than to do so. He knew his end was near, but not as near as he'd like it to be. He wished for death to take him right at this very moment, but it never came.

He watched the medic walk back over to him, a cloth in his hand. He could see his blood staining the pure white color of the cloth's fabric. He gulped, coughing as his dry throat contracted, his vocal cords hoarse from the amount of screaming and wailing he had let out in the past two days. He closed his eyes tight and bit his lip, looking away from the crimson optics of the Decepticon medic.

He heard him sigh before speaking. "I've decided that I've grown bored with my current study of human anatomy and biology. Well, I suppose I can say that. I must say that I'm rather fascinated by how similar your internal systems are to Cybertonian, but much more fleshy and disgusting, full of various fluid and tissue. It would seem that I've grown bored of you. One can only play with a toy for so long before becoming bored and moving on to the next."

He shrugged his shoulders before turning away. "So now, we've come to the climax of our story, and we are heading down the hill to the resolution. It's time to fulfill a promise I made to a friend."

Breakdown winced as a cloth was rubbed on his cheek, wiping away dried energon and dirt, the fibers slipping into the cuts and deep gouges on his orange faceplates. It burned slightly, but ignored it all nonetheless. Although his pain did not go unnoticed by his partner.

The medic worked in silence, although Breakdown could see his optics. They wandered around his body, down his arms and chest, tracing the large gashes and scuffs in his armor and protoform. His face remained neutral, but deep down, Breakdown knew how he felt.

"Such a simple mission. Yet, you managed to get beat up so badly."

The ex-wrecker grimaced when Knock Out gently dress a hand into a large dent on his shoulders.

"How could such primitive creatures such as humans do this to you?"

The blue mech shoved him off, a small scowl appearing as the movement caused a dull pain to run down his arm.

"Ran in to a an old friend beforehand."

"I see."

"Almost had 'im too! Before those fraggin' fleshbags showed up and... well, you know the rest."

Knock Out leaned over and patted him on the cheek.

"You'll get him next time. I'm sure of it."

Breakdown smiled, but winced after doing so, his faceplates incredibly sore.

"Thanks, babe."

He let the medic run his fingertips over the patch on his right eye. It didn't hurt much anymore. It hurt more on the inside rather that the outside. He couldn't help but resent himself for being unable to protect and defend himself from such disgusting little creatures. He snarled at himself at the thought.

He felt Knock Out's other servo caress his face.

"It's not your fault."

The larger mech let himself smile.

"I'll get him back."

He let his one yellow optic look up at his partner.

"I'd rather you didn't. He isn't one to mess with. You... you saw what he did to me. I don't want that to ever happen to you. I... I don't think I could ever live with myself if I let that happen to you."

The medic smiled softly before pecking him on the lips.

"I've already made my decision."

Breakdown sighed. He knew there was no changing his mind now.

"... promise?"

"Cross my spark and hope to drive."

Breakdown smiled and chuckled.

"Thanks, babe. I love you."

"I love you, too."

The red medic stood over Silas, and was brought out of his musing by the soft whimpers of pain the human let out. He looked down, before tracing a fingertip over his soft, fleshy cheek, before digging in slightly. He yelped in pain as a large gash was cut down from his cheekbone down to his neck, just missing the jugular vein.

Then, he pulled away. He say Silas look at him, rage and desperation in his eyes.

"Well, what are you waiting for? Finish me off!"

"No."

Knock Out leaned down, the tip of his finger just above his right eye.

"I have one last thing."

Slowly, he left his finger down, piercing the soft components of the human's eye, stabbing through it like it was fresh energon cake. He absolutely adored the scream of pure agony the human let out. Then, he slowly began to retract his finger, letting the organ come with him, loving the sound of pained wailing as it detached painfully from the human's skull.

There was a long pause between the two, Knock Out only watching as Silas thrashed and wailed and cursed at him as he screamed in agony from his eye being slowly yanked out.

"All done."

Then, the medic wrapped his hand around the human and picked him up.

"Any last words?"

Silas lulled his head over and stared at him, blood and other bodily fluids leaking from him. He let himself have one final smirk, before choosing his words carefully.

"Axle."

Knock Out felt his spark nearly stop and the energon ran cold in his veins. The smirk the human held on his face made him want to vomit, his tanks churning at the fact that he knew.

He fucking knew!

Absolute rage overlook his processor, and he slowly began to to squeeze around his body. The human let out loud yells of pain at the pressure that constricted his body, becoming stronger and harder as the medic's rage.

Through his pain, he was able to speak.

"Hehe- Did I- ahhhhh- haha... touch a nerve?"

He yelped and his skin darkened as the pressure grew stronger.

"You shut your disgusting, little fucking mouth you piece of organic shit. How fucking dare you even mention something like that, you despicable example of a human being."

He let the pressure up a bit, letting Silas have one last breath of life-giving air.

"I would say that it's been a pleasure, but then I remember who you are. So in your own words..."

Then, Knock Out let his servo clamp hard around his soft and fragile body, the human's entire body nearly exploding in his servo. He heard Silas let out one last scream before he heard a pop, cutting off the last sound the human would ever make.

His anger began to disappear as he felt the human's bodily fluids run his down his servo and arm, seeping through his digits. Blood, bile, urine, and feces ran down his hand as he stood for a long while, letting the rage cool down and letting his processor come back to a normal state of mine, for him.

After that, he walked over and threw the deceased carcass into the incinerator, letting the hot flames and coal burn Silas' body to ash as if it never existed. Then, he wiped off his servos, and through the cloth into the fire.

His finish was ruined, but he didn't care. This was the one and only time he didn't care about it, for it was worth it in the end to be able to rid of that disgusting parasite, exterminating him for both human and Cybertronian kind.

He stood for a long while, thinking of the words Silas had said, those words burning into his processor like the most corrosive acid. Then, he began to remember him.

NO.

He shook his head. He couldn't think about him. Not without Breakdown. With him and now Breakdown gone, Knock Out had nothing more. Nothing left in the universe.

Alone.

He looked back into the medbay, staring at the table he had preformed his experiment on that pest on, how dirty and gross it looked and smelled. He'd send a drone to clean it later. For now, he needed to be alone. Away.

He turned and walked out, the door sliding shut, and the sound of pedes walking away slowly fading out.

Alright, I usually don't do author's notes at the end, but I guess I should probably vaguely explain my headcanon for Axle. Axle is a child that Breakdown and Knock Out had together back on Cybertron before the war began. He's believed to be dead by both of his parents due to when his parents were called away to fight for the Decepticon cause, leaving him with other family. So, anyway to get these two pissed off is to mention him at all. And Silas just had to go there, so yeah. That's pretty much explains it. Not all of it because I haven't quite worked out all the details yet, but I'll get there.

Maybe I'l even write a story about it, who knows?

Anyways, thanks again for all the kudos and hits and all that jazz, and thanks so much for reading!