Dobule sacrafice part 3

Warning - this fic is little brutal - sorry
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Prowl was sitting alone in his cell, dark thoughts running through his CPU. It was so quiet, too quiet. The flat calm was sometimes disturbed by a spark-wrenching scream. Surprisingly in wasn’t Jazz’ scream. Another one. Prowl sighed. How could he let it happened – two of his closest friend were being tortured and he was sitting here and couldn’t do anything. He couldn’t tell any longer who he  hated more: Megatron for torturing already wounded Jazz, seekers for taking away Blue for “some fun” or himself for allowing all this to happen. He couldn’t collect his thoughts. Maybe Blue was right, and his was an egoistical jerk who didn’t care for anyone or anything. He was listening to no one and because of that all of them were in this mess now. He remembered how Jazz tried to warn him and what Blue told him before being beaten. Prowl wondered why he was reacting so violently for any critic. Why he couldn’t calmly analyze what others were trying to tell him. He couldn’t find answers for any of these questions. …….
Another scream was heard. Prowl was so deep in thoughts, that he didn’t realize going into recharge.

Prowl was sitting at his desk, writing another report. He was already in full mood. The tactic he suggested was a complete disaster. While no one died, lots of his friends were badly hurt. Prowl didn’t like to loose anyone. Nobody was angry at him. On the contrary – everyone were supporting him and telling that anyone could have made this mistake. But Prowl was frustrated. On top of everything he had a very important report to write.
Suddenly the door opened. Jazz quietly got into the room, carrying a tray with hot energon. He went straight to the working officer and ………. Prowl turned around. Jazz, trying to shield Prowl from getting burned, swayed the tray. But his move brought disaster. The content of the mugs run out straight into Prowl’s almost finished report.
- Prowl………. I’m sorry……… I didn’t mean to ……… I was only trying to ………. – Jazz tried to apologize while observing, with growing fear, how Prowl was becoming more angry. And suddenly the officer exploded.
- DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA HOW LONG IT TOOK ME FOR FINISHING THIS?!!!!!!!!!!!
- I’m  sorry………
- I don’t need your apology!!! You can take it to the pit!!! My all work is wasted!!! Hours and hours of working gone with the wind!!!!
- Prowl I’m sorry……… I’m really sorry………
- You’re sorry – Prowl laughed with disbelief – You were never working this hard and this long. Then why can you tell what I’m feeling. You’re only worrying about you stupid music.
Jazz didn’t dare to say one word. Prowl’s words hurt him deeply.
- Sometimes you’re worse then the twins!!!
- Prowl, I…………
- Shut up and get out of my room you miserable trash!!!
Prowl pushed Jazz and slammed the door. The saboteur stood unmoving for a couple of minutes. Tears were streaming down his face. He went to his room, defeated.
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Prowl looked around his room when suddenly he looked at his writing-desk. There were neatly composed folders with a notice: I’m sorry. Prowl recognized Jazz writing. The officer oversighed them. The saboteur done everything for him. He wrote the damage report once again. But it didn’t make Prowl to feel any better. He grabbed the folders and throw them out of his room.
- I you were trying to proof something, you failed!!!! – he screamed in the direction of Jazz room and slammed door’s  behind him.
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- But Prime – Prowl tried to debate with his leader.
- Prowl – Optimus said calmly – you know lesser mechs you take, more chances you’re make it back safely. Bluestreak is the best gunner, you know we don’t have anyone better…………
- It’s not about Blue… … …
- And you know also that Jazz is ours more efficient saboteur – Prime pursued in calmly voice – and you know that, in this mission, the saboteur is  necessary.
- But … … …
- I trust you three, especially you Prowl, and you will be a leader for this mission. I trust you with the best of my men. Our existence on Cybertron depends on this mission. I hope you know how important it is for you not to fail. I hope you understand me.
- Yes, sir – Prowl sighed beaten.
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- Prowl wait – Jazz reached for his friend’s arm stopping him – we shouldn’t go in there.
- Don’t tell me that you are afraid too – Prowl hissed upset.
- I’m not afraid but…..
- But what……
- I have a feeling that we’re going for our deaths. Is this mission really that important?
- YES!!!!!!! And you know that – Prowl couldn’t contain his anger any longer – And stop acting like Red Alert. This isn’t what we need!!!! Panic!!!!  It’s enough that Blue is terrified. Be more devoted Jazz….
With these words he disappeared in darkness.
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Prowl was standing motionless, when spikes pierced through Jazz armor. He watched in fear as his friend is shaking with pain, tears mixed with fluids streaming down his cheeks.  
- Jazz…………..- he quietly whispered.
The saboteur looked at him and smiled a little. Every move was an agony.
- Pro….wl….l…  a….re   y…...you……   al…..rig……ht….- Jazz stuttered with trouble.
His voice was almost inaudible.
- Why….? Why…..? – Prowl asked looking terrified when spikes were cutting into Jazz armor more and more.
- Fr….ie…nd      sa….cri….fi…..ce…. – Jazz whispered before he lost consciousness.
- JAZZ!!!!!!! NO !!!!!!!!!

He woke up screaming.

For a moment he didn’t know where he was. He tried to calm himself. He totally forgot about past events. How he was treating Jazz, when the saboteur was only trying to help him. He treated his best friend as some trash, still Jazz saved his life. After all Prowl had told him.
The doors opened suddenly. The seekers brought Bluestreak back. He looked worse than a rag doll. One look and anyone could tell what seekers meant by “some fun”. Blue was in shock and he didn’t know where he was. Starscream pushed the gunner into the cell. Prowl grabbed his friend and lied him onto the ground.
- What did you do with him? – Prowl was shaking with rage.
- We were only playing with him – Starscream giggled – but don’t worry as soon as we get some rest, it will be your turn.
The seekers laughed and slammed the doors to the cell. Prowl concentrated on Bluestreak. The young mech was so deep in shock as once was Red Alert.
- Blue … … … - Prowl started delicately and tried to embraced his friend.
Blue leaned closer and started quietly weeping.
- Please … … … Don’t let them to that to me again … … … Please … … … - Blue cried pitifully.
- They won’t harm you again. You have my word.
Blue calmed a little, but still was hugging Prowl.
- What to do – the tactician thought – What can I do?

Jazz was panting and whimpering quietly. Megatron changed the implements of torture one by one. The saboteur had have enough, and silently wished for Decepticons’ leader to end this.  He wanted only for this horrible pain to go away, and then you could go offline. He didn’t know how Decepticons managed to keep him online during this session of torment. World contained only of pain, but still Jazz didn’t break down. He didn’t tell his enemies a single information. And he didn’t scream.
- I wonder how much you can take – Megatron said while taking a strange item from the table.
Jazz couldn’t see to well through his broken visor, but he immediately recognized the heated knife. Megatron slowly brought the edge near Jazz face.
- Talk!!!! – he commanded.
Jazz shaked his head. He couldn’t move, let alone talk. Decepticons’ leader cut through prisoner’s cheek with brutal force. The saboteur was moaning openly while the action was repeated. The heated knife penetrated Jazz broken body, jarring already torn wires. The knife left some serious burns. Jazz managed not to scream, but he was getting weaker. His spark was fluttering wildly, any more torture and it will be the end.
Megatron angered thrown away the knife. He knew that the Prime’s followers were strong. But this lack of screams and pleas for mercy was starting to irritate him. Suddenly Megatron’s optics glowed. Seeing that he wasn’t getting any information, he could crushed his prisoner’s spirit. He exactly knew where to strike. The attack was sudden and went straight through Jazz spark. The pain was far more intense then before. The hurt strained saboteur’s armor and he tightened his fists. Megatron was attacking his spark roughly, tearing it apart. Jazz couldn’t stand it any longer and agonized scream was heard in every corner of Nemezis.

Prowl knew that his time will come and in the same moment the doors flew open.

The tactician was bound, he hanging down the ceiling. Megatron, who always interrogated prisoner, was standing in front of him. His sight was breath taking, he had an energon whip in his hand. With this item he was carrying out the questioning. One by one blows landed on Prowl’s armor and the tactician curl himself into bundle. But stubbornly refused to tell anything.
- You’re going to talk or … … … - Megatron started to lose his temper.
- Or you’ll kill me – Prowl finished – I won’t tell you anything. You better kill me right now.
The Con’s optics narrowed and another round of strokes quickly followed. Suddenly he smiled fearfully.
Prowl hissed when Megatron eased him from the chains. Next the tactician found himself being held by the throat.
- On the contrary – there was triumph in Megatron’s voice – You will tell me everything you know.
- Over my dead body – Prowl managed to whisper.
- We’ll see about that.
Megatron, still holding Prowl by his throat, went to another room. For a moment the Autobot struggled, but eventually he gave up. When they reached they destination, Prowl was brutally thrown to the floor. The officer gathered himself together, but what he had seen made his energon boiled. Megatron was standing near Jazz and the whip was twisted around his throat.
- Either you’re going to tell me what I want or he’ll be in so much pain and it will be all your fault.