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Chapter 5 : Revenge

    Here he was. In the main room, looking something up on the computer next to his throne. He had is back on him, slightly bent his aft was a bit out, his nice, smooth af-
   ‘Focus!’
Megatron shook is head a bit, reputing his thoughts back together and taking a few silent steps towards the other mech. He took a glance over his shoulder: oh, so he was making a report on two of those Autobots that were also on this muddy planet. He smirked at that. Whatever the situation, the spy will always manage to stay efficient.

   “Looks like a fine work”, he gently said into the other’s audios. The single optic mech gave a startled squeak, quickly turning around to face is leader.
   “M-my lord!” he stammered, then remembering what the other had said “Oh… Hum… Thank you.”
   “No need to stress, Shockwave. It is just me”, he smirked down at the other “What? Are you afraid I might do something?”

   The Decepticon spy clearly felt uneasy at that statement. Maybe it was just a little too revealing about what Megatron knew. No! He couldn’t spoil this moment by being too obvious. He wanted to make the other pay, make him suffer through psychological torture for the affront to his leader.

   Not that Megatron didn’t like him anymore, he must certainly did, but, even with all the affection he had towards the spy, the Decepticon lord still had his pride and he sure as the Pit wouldn’t let that little glitch think that he could simply walk away on him the way he did.

  He tuned around and slowly paced through the room, a hand in his chin, the other in his back.
    “You know, now that I think about it, you always do a fine work.”
Changing subject to not let him dwell on his last statement, to not let him know that he knew, to confuse and twist his mind until he admits everything. That was his vengeance.

   He caught the confused look the other gave him, seemingly taken aback by that sentence suddenly coming out of the blue.
   “Uh? Oh, th-thank you.”
So far, everything was going according to plan.

   “Yes, I’m amazed at how you think through every single little detail”, he turned back at the single optic mech, looking at him across the room “Never leaving anything behind”, the hand on his chin rejoined the other on his back as he went back towards the Decepticon spy “Always making a work that, without exaggeration, can be called…”, he was now in front of the other, leaning into him until their faceplate were nearly touching “…Perfection.”

    Megatron didn’t quite have the desired effect; he was expecting the spy to try to put distance between the two of them, to completely freak out as he approached. But…he didn’t. He simply stood there looking at his leader with a confused expression, the only sign of his discomfort being his fast intakes.

   Very well, Megatron will simply attack on another angle and he will continue playing the game until he had what he wanted. He could be very patient when it came to this; after all, vengeance is better served cold.

   “Another thing that with you that reach perfection…” he turned around again, took a few steps, then glanced over his shoulder “…is your loyalty.”

   Score. The other mech stiffened at that, optic widening just a tiny bit. The Decepticon leader turned his back on him again to hide his triumphant smirk.
   “With you, I can…relax, because… I know you will never try to…” he paused as if looking for his words, still slowly pacing “…to overthrow me…to manipulate me…” he looked back at the spy, piercing gaze upon him “…or…to trick me…”

   This time, the results were more than satisfactory: Shockwave was shaking. Very slightly, but still shaking, and his optic had widened, letting anyone who would have a good look at him see an expression of pure fear. His body language easily gave away his inner struggle:
   ‘He knows…doesn’t he? No! He cannot! I made sure that everything little evidence were destroyed. I must be imagining things, what he’s talking about must a simple coincidence…right?’

    Yes, Megatron was taking a sadistic pleasure out of imagining his despair, a pleasure he had grown addicted to ever since his first torture session when he had been a youngling. That experience changed his life, made him discover the power of fear…and how to use it. He learned that with just the good amount of emotional pressure one mech could easily break, revealing everything he knew from top secret file to dark personal secrets…. Also…telling them what they wanted to hear…even if it wasn’t true…

    He had to fight a wicked grin from his face-plate as he thought of that; that good old technique, a technique that had never failed to fulfil him.

    Break a mech until he answers at every question and accept every accusation, some question waiting for specific answers, even if not true, and some accusation…not completely established. And once everything useful got drained of said mech, what a shame! One of the answers had automatically sealed his fate…one of the accusations leaded to death penalties…or again, when Megatron was in one particular mood, the information that had been collected wasn’t good enough to spare his life.

    The Decepticon leader clearly remembered that one Autobot femme, whom he had interrogated in that mood. The look that she had gave him when he had told her that the emplacement of the main Autobot Head Quarters wasn’t valuable enough for her to be spared, the barely controlled anger as she shook on her spot, the pure injustice that filled those optics as tears flowed out of them…had the same affect than an overload.

   But he was getting out of line and the matter at hand wasn’t about killing but getting apologies…and a good overload, of course.

   Looking at the frightened mech, Megatron slightly shuddered in anticipation as he moved to the next part of his plan:  he paced in circles around the room, each he passed by Shockwave he could feel the spy tense more and more. Suddenly, he stopped dead in his tracks, earning a little start from the single optic mech.
   “Wait an astrosecond…” he quickly planted himself on front of the other, a surprised expression on his face-plate “I’m wrong.”

   Shockwave’s shoulders slumped and bewilderment could be read in his optic in a perfect “What the slag?!” expression.
    “You see, Shockwave… It seems that you did, once, make a single…mistake.”
Megatron was amused to actually read outrage in that fiery red optic, looks like the mech had his pride.

   He torn his faceplate away from Shockwave’s and walked towards the table next to them.
“I guess you know how we get fixed” He saw the other cast him an annoyed glare: of course he did.
   “If we lose a body part, it gets replaced; if our wires go on a fritz, they get replaced; sometimes we can even replace certain chips in our head!”
   “What are you trying to say, Sir?”
It was said in very polite manner that had a connotation of…contained annoyance.

   If it had been any other (say Starscream) Megatron would have certainly strike him, but this wasn’t anybody (even less Starscream) and the Decepticon lord relished in the realization that he was the one responsible for bringing to annoyance the cool, collected Shockwave.

   “I’m getting here, Shockwave.” He paused “Be patient”
Was that a growl? Had the Decepticon leader really had made the emotionless Shockwave growl? Needless to say, he was having fun!

   “As I was saying, usually we get fixed by replacing things, but when we get scratched…” he took his word “…even lightly…” and made himself a thin cut on his left forearm “…it’s way too troublesome to replace the plates for such trivial injuries.” he put the sword back in subspace and took a device on the table “So we usually polish said scratch…” He did as he said “…until it isn’t visible anymore.” The cut was gone.

   The Decepticon lord looked up. ‘Bingo!’ Shockwave was freaking out. Now, he knew this was heading somewhere, he wasn’t sure where but it was.

   “Now, popular belief is that we get rid of those scratches by doing so.” he took a container full of water and fired under it, steam came out of it “In all truth, it is still there for a few solar cycles, the time for the maintenance system to take are of it.” Megatron snorted. “Must people take shower in the morning”
   “How is it relevant?” He didn’t even hide his annoyance this time; all this back and forth must have worn him off. Good, very good.
   “It is relevant because showers are usually taken with hot water, hot water…” he poured a little of the steamy water on his forearm “…make recent scratches…” he showed him his arm “…appear.” The cut was back.

   The Decepticon leader turned around and poured the rest of the water on his shoulder, revealing the result of Shockwave’s passion: three long gashes on Megatron’s shoulder blade. Said mech took a look at it over his shoulder, and then smirked at the spy:
   “You forgot that.”

   Tears made their way to that red optic, their owner looking down, and his fist balled into fists.
   “And why do you think so?” came a choked voice.
   “Excuse me?”
Shockwave looked right up at him.
   “WHY DO YOU THINK I FORGOT THAT?! WHY DO YOU THINK I MADE SUCH A STUPID MISTAKE?!”
He covered his faceplate with his hands.
   “I knew I had forgotten something” he said in a muffled voice “I knew I shouldn’t have hurried up like that but I… I just wanted to finish this all…”
A painful cry came out of him as he started to punch himself.
   “Stupid! Stupid! Stupid!”

   Out of panic, Megatron jumped at him, intending to stop him before he really got to hurt himself too badly, but…
   “DON’T TOUCH ME!!!”
With an agility no one could have given him, Shockwave got out of his leader’s grasp. Now, his back to the door he looked for the button to open it, never breaking eye contact with the other. Once he found it and opened the door he fled, without even a second glance.

   Megatron was stunned. He hadn’t moved from his spot yet, staring at the open door where Shockwave had gone. No, not gone. Ran away. This…that…
   “That was unexpected.”
   “No, not really”.


AN: XDDDDDD have any guesses of who it might be? yes, you'll have to comment *evil laugh*