AC: Here's the second chapter of Shadow of a Prime. Hope you like it.

Chapter 2: Escape route?

Breakdown walked on the cold sand of this night. He checked the stasis-cuff and they were holding on. Knock Out was on his shoulder plate and wasn't moving. He was still in stasis and would be for a while after the punch on his helm. He didn't stop and cursed himself to not have a device to roll in the desert like a hovercraft or something like that, but he searched Knock Out by pede. He didn't mind it; he was strong and had an immense endurance in the long term.

He heard a sound and he knew he will soon be out of his Stasis. He waited for him to be completely online.

"What...Oh! I'm on an ugly beast!" Knock Out Shouted. "WOAH! Ouch!"

Breakdown let him felt on the ground when he called him beast, faceplate first. Knock Out checked himself and he saw he was handcuff.

"You got me. Congratulation, you want a medal?" Knock Out asked.

"I want you to shut up!"

"Someone's is angry." Knock Out mocked.

"Says the one with two scratches."

"Hum...AHHH! My perfect paintjob! Ruined! Wait...I only see one." Knock Out switching mood from overdramatizing to serious.

"Back of your helm. I dented it too with my punch."

"I'm a femme magnet mech! You ruined it. Now the entire universe won't see my beauty any-"

"One more word and I'll dente you even more." Breakdown grunted annoyed.

Knock Out shut his mouth plate.

Breakdown grabbed the arm of Knock Out and forced him to stand up.

"Time for a very long walk." Breakdown said. "A trial is waiting for you at Rust town."

"I'm honored to be the special guest. Sadly, I won't be able to attend it." Knock Out tried to run away but he didn't move. He just dug in the sand. He stopped, looking like an idiot.

"That is why I love those energy rope attached to the stasis cuff." Breakdown said with a smirk.

"Yeah. Could have said it sooner."

"And ruined my little moment of fun? Just be glad I was mercifully enough to not give you back the kick on my spike. I could have done the same" Breakdown said.

"I'm really glad of that."

"Now walk forward. I had a good sense of orientation. So you won't be able to try anything. I've captured Hardspark, so you are just a piece of sweet energon for me."

"Hardspark. You're good." Knock Out said. In his processor, he knew Breakdown was a tough one.

Knock Out looked at the stasis cuff or tried since they were behind him.

"You can try if you want." Breakdown said. "We will march until the astral light rise."

"What are you? A slave seller?" Knock Out asked with an angry glare.

"No. But you are full of Slag."

They marched for a while. Knock Out searched for a way to break his stasis cuff, but he couldn't do anything.

"Where are my weapons?" Knock Out asked.

"I wipe my arf with it and put it on your back."

"GROSS!" Knock Out screamed in disgust.

"You really believe that? I thought I wasn't the smartest academically."

"Don't make ugly joke like that!" Knock Out grunted.

"I'm not stupid enough to let it in your servo."

Knock Out grunted and he wanted to make him paid, but he had nothing for that. He tried to search for a way to escape his predicament. He promised Primus to stay online another Vorn. He knew death was coming for him and he could feel it. He knew those Stasis-cuff where the first problem. The next one was Breakdown. He was solid and strong. He needed his carbine to offline him. He knew he couldn't let it there. He searched on him, looked and guessed it could at the place he hid his sniper rifle, but he realised it wasn't the case.

"Don't tell me you put my weaponry in you." Knock Out said.

"Yes. It is the safest place."

"That's nasty. It will take so long to clean this up. All this ugly grease of yours." Knock Out said disgusted.

"You won't ever need it again. You'll be judge and surely be offline for the crimes you committed."

"Maybe."

"You think about escaping right?"

"That's pretty easy to guess." Knock Out replied in a mocking tone.

He continued to find a way of escaping. He observed Breakdown. He was keeping a safe distance and especially his weakness. Breakdown knew he will not hesitate to fight dirty again, so he played safe.

"We will stop here for a moment." Breakdown said.

They stopped walking and Breakdown sat on the ground, attached the rope on a heavy rock and he took out an energon cube. Knock Out saw this and his tank warned him that he was at 35% of his capacity. He totally forgot about it. Even if he escaped, he won't go far.

"Here." Breakdown said tossing a cube near him.

Knock Out looked at it.

"How can I consume it with these?"

"With your mouthplace only."

"I'm not like those animals!" Knock Out shouted.

"Not so sure about that right now. You have to consume it or you'll be in stasis. I'm not in the mood to play taxi." Breakdown warned. "Drink or I'll make you."

Knock Out didn't want someone indelicate forcing him to consume energon. So he knelt himself and consumed it and some sand entered in his tank. Now he felt ugly inside and it was much harder to clean his tank than a scratch or even a dente.

"You will pay for this eventually Breaky". Knock Out said frowning his optics in humiliation to what he had to do.

"The name is Breakdown. You want me to nickname you Knock Knock?"

"Never." Knock Out grunted.

"Knocky then?"

"Shut your voice box you piece of scrap."

"Said the slagger."

Knock Out was now at 100% of energon in him. He knew he could find an opportunity to escape now. He still tested the stasis-cuff. It was the best one and he couldn't do anything about it. He was attached to Breakdown. He could forget pulling him, he was too heavy.

For the first time, he realised that he really couldn't escape. He was finally bested, and he wasn't even that smart. Knock Out tried to escape, but he was suddenly pulled and he rolled on the ground. Breakdown sat on his arf plate. It wasn't direct contact with the clothes on the way.

"You could forget escaping. I have much more experience in this than most of those who are after you." Breakdown said.

Knock Out did nothing. He just sighted in defeat. He could only hope than an opportunity will come.

"I'm really defeated." Knock Out vented.

"Yes."

"What did I do to deserve all this? Can I at least know that?"

"You created a mass murder on Cybertron. It was on the news. You murdered with your speed and skills 30 Cybertronian until you reached your target, Prima. You offline him with his own weapon. It was very gruesome when you offline him in the name of the Horn sect." Breakdown told him. "You then escape here and continued your rampage in any town and offline civilians."

"LIES! I'M NOT A MEMBER OF THE HORNS SECT!" Knock Out screamed in an unusual anger. "I never met Prima! I didn't offline him with the Star Saber! I'm a follower of Primus!"

"You are a liar." Breakdown replied.

Knock Out was still grunting in fury, but he said nothing else. He dropped his faceplate in the sand; he didn't mind his paint right now.

"Why me?" Knock Out asked desperate. "Everyone want me offline since-"

He then said nothing. He was just silent.

Breakdown watched him and he felt like he trapped himself into a cocoon right now. He was in his own world. He didn't try to escape or talk to Breakdown. His cocky attitude felt into a coma.

Breakdown was now worried. He was a talker and his silent meant only two possible scenarios, either he resigned to his fate or he was innocent and he was framed for so long that he could endure it in his shoulder plates.

He knew something was not normal when he watched him in the town. He only offline his attackers, the monster he had spare the civilians. He didn't care for them. It was something that didn't correspond to the Intel's he got. Either way, he decided to bring him to Rust town and find out the true.

They stood up and they walked at the direction of the town. Slowly crossing the desert.

AC: Knock Out hit the bottom. He was always on the verge of a break down and reaches it.

Chapter 3: The warm contact of a sparkchamber