" HOUND! STOP HIM!” Optimus Prime hollered at the green hunter. With out a second thought Hound pursued the black and lavender figure that ran towards the exit. Taking out his gattling gun he fired on the figure’s feet and back.

“NO!! WOAH!!” The figure scrambled out side and flew off shakily. Hound stopped and watched as the shadow slowly flew away. Hound turned around at the sound of a large mech coming toward him. Optimus Prime’s soiled red and blue outline stormed up to him and hit him full force with a sharp blade. Hound opened his mouth to cry out but no words came out and he fell down his mech fluid running down from his right optic. He held his optic and shakily raised up his upper body. His vision was fuzzy with the fluid running over and in his optic. He looked toward his master and glared.

“You let him escape, you pile of damn slag!” Hound winced slightly as Prime hit his back with a mild blast.

“I want you to hunt him down and make sure he will never be functional again!” Prime growled and stormed off leaving the bleeding hunter near the entrance.

Hound growled and stood up shakily. He felt the cold fluid run down his back and his face. He cleared his optic off and his fast acting repair systems began to repair his downed optic and his wounded back. Taking in a deep breath of air he picked up the sent of mech fluid. At first he thought it was only his own but then he saw the pile of greenish blue fluid on the floor a good few meters away from him.

He tilted his head and kneeled by the small puddle. He took two fingers and placed them in the sticky fluid. Taking a strong whiff of the sent as he placed his fingers by his nose and he then tasted the sticky fluid. He licked his lips and looked out in the sky the trail of smoke and the sent of burning forest told him his shots weren’t all that off.

He smiled coldly as a small drop of the green-blue fluid rolled down his chin. He wiped it off and transformed to his jeep vehicle mode that he hardly used.

“Ohhh...” Skywarp groaned and tried to get up with little success. He shook his head and looked around at his surroundings. Large trees surrounded him and the sent of burning grass and mech fluid filled the air. Skywarp looked over his back and saw that when he had crashed the hot metallic skin of his jet mode burned some trees and lighted some fuel that spilled.

“Oh, shoot.” Skywarp got up slowly only to fall down with pain running up his left leg. He looked down to see his leg had almost completely been shattered by the Autobot’s guard dog's gun. “Damn...what a day. I thought it was just going to be a simple infiltration mission. Guess I should have known Hound would have sniffed me out. Oh no! He’s probably still after me! And I’m stranded here. I’m leaking fuel and I probably made a nice trail for him to follow. He’s more canine than robot.” Skywarp looked around where he crash-landed and looked for something that would even resemble a place to hide. Not that it would do much good with a tracker/terrorist after him.

“Well I might as well make out my will. There’s no way I can fight that maniac. Well, good bye cruel world. It’s been nice knowing ya.” Skywarp usually wasn’t so fatalistic but against an insane mute Autobot, even “Mr. Sunshine” would be in this mood.

Hound neared the area where Skywarp had went down and mentally smirked. He transformed and got a whiff of the burning forest. He smirked and prowled into the forest, melting with the shadows.

Hound walked slowly towards the slowly growing smoke with an evil in his optics no one had ever lived to tell about. A side compartment in his arm opened and a knife fell out, he caught it and his stride lengthened. He caught sent of his pray and sped up once more. By the time he had entered the clearing he was in a fast harsh march. And when he got there, there wasn’t a sign of his pray at all.

A low threatening growl seeped from his throat as he continued to scan the area. His hearing picked up the slightest noise of a bird fluffing its feathers. His sight sharpened and his optics burned brighter as he saw almost every little detail of the forest around him. And his sense of smell, heightened so much, he could smell the rotting leaves on the forest floor, as well as the sent of fresh mech fluid. He heard a slight dripping to his right and his head snapped over in that direction.

A cold, evil smile crossed his badly scarred face. He walked toward his target with the stealth and grace of a hunting animal. He hardly made a sound on soft forest floor as he prepared to strike. And when his pray was even thinking he might be coming up behind him, it was too late.

“YEAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!” Skywarp screamed as the sharp dagger came down as fast as lightning into his shoulder. He looked up and there, the shadows across it’s face, the evil in it’s optics, and the predatory smile across it’s face, reminded the black and lavender seeker of who ruled the domain he was in.

Hound looked more like an insane animal, than an intelligent sniper, tracker, hunter, and terrorist to Skywarp. Skywarp fell silent as he looked into this animal that was hunting him. The wild, untamed tortured look on the dark green Autobot made Skywarp’s mech fluid run cold. The stare continued for what seemed like minuets before the dagger was ripped out and Skywarp lifted up by his neck and thrown into the clearing.

Skywarp turned around painfully to watch this, creature, because it denied any mention of an intelligent being that would match Skywarp’s own, that slowly almost tasting the victory at hand, walked towards him.

“Please...please have mercy. Please.” Skywarp watched him for any sign of mercy. As he began to move back away from the green hunter, his shoulder finally gave out. He groaned with a whimper and held his shoulder, still keeping an optic on the creature that prowled slowly towards him.

Hound looked at this sad excuse for a Decepticon with a sneer. He felt that they were just like caged animals, begging to be let out, or relieved of their misery. Hound bent down and picked up Skywarp by the neck once more.

With a struggling yelp and cry Skywarp watched as Hound slowly rose up the bloody blade of his knife. He swung it back and fourth as if it were a pendulum.

As Skywarp’s optics went from the blade to Hound’s face he noticed a change every time the blade crossed the hunters face. Once it was scowling, another it was smiling, as if happy, yet another time it was crying as if in pain, and still, the most repeated time, the face of the hunter was insane.

“Please...have...mercy.” Skywarp tried once more. Hound’s optics fell flat and his scowl faded into a questioning frown.

“Why?” Came the mouthed answer from Hound.

Skywarp could suddenly feel the blade against his neck. It sliced his neck, but Hound, of all robots, did not cut the vital vain that would have surely killed him instantly.

Hound dropped his victim to the ground and watched as Skywarp held his neck. A cold sneer crossed Hound’s face. He had gotten revenge, if not on Ratchet, but at least on Skywarp. For, as if he had the skill of a trained medic, Hound did not want to kill this mech, at least not yet. He wanted him to feel how it was like to not be able to talk. He had drove his knife deep enough to sever a line, a vital one that produces sounds from the voice box, clean through. Skywarp, if only until he could get repaired, could not talk. Hound knew now what he had to do, to make sure no information leaked out. But he had many choices.

One, he could kill Skywarp and have one less Decepticon to worry about.

Two, he could rip Skywarp’s memory bank out, leaving him a blank slate.

Or three, carefully remove Skywarp’s recent Memory Data Chip.

Hound considered his moves. He wanted to get rid of the lavender and black flyer, but he also wanted to gain something as well. That left choices two and three wide open. But he didn’t want him to forget what had happened just now. That meant the fourth choice that had not come to him yet, Mental Torture. His own little chip that he had developed back on Cybertron, would erase anything not needed, or just emit painful visions from something terrible in the past directly into a mind, and leave scar mentally bot this procedure been done to. torture them with reopened wounds.

His decision was easy now. He took out a small chip and admired it with a sinful fondness.

Skywarp looked at Hound terrified at what he was seeing. He had heard of Hound’s chips and one of his friends back on Cybertron had nearly killed himself because of the plagued nightmares that came with the torturous memory erasing and mind game.

Now, he thought, it was his turn at the torture.

Skywarp could not move any longer from the mech fluid loss and the pain. It was easy for Hound to simply place the chip behind Skywarp’s helmet just at the base of the motherboard, and where the helmet and head connected. So he began, he stood up and a soft blue light emitted from the winch on Hound’s chest.

Skywarp convulsed suddenly and shut down his optics. Not that it would stop the images from showing. Skywarp saw again and again the destruction of Cybertron and the destruction of cities around the planet. Skywarp covered his face trying to stop the images, but they continued. His repair systems that had given up on the more major destruction went to the voice box, reconnecting the wire suddenly.

“NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!! STOP!! PLEASE!! STOP!! FOR PRIMUS’ SAKE STOP!!” Skywarp suddenly screamed. Hound felt such a pleasure from hearing the screams. After almost five minuets of the torture he figured that the memory from recently had been overridden and he shut down the program. The chip fell from Skywarp’s neck and left the now broken flyer to cry.

Hound picked up the chip and did a mock solute to the Decepticon as he transformed and went off.

Skywarp was found a half an hour later, out cold in the clearing, by his wing mates.

“It had to have been Hound, who else would have done this?” Starscream said sadly. Thundercracker nodded and the two flew off, their friend in Starscream’s arms waiting for repairs.