Pretender.

This is not to be taken seriously. We all know that none of this happened in the actual movie, but just go along with it. :D Enjoy! Oh, and yes, the doctor has a bit of an accent. Those aren’t words spelled wrong, I promise.
Transformers belongs to HasTak. I just play with them. ;)

"Doctor, examine this... alien specimen," Megatron ordered in a casual voice. He didn't seem at all worried about the life he would be taking in the coming moments of the human girl's life. All humans were expendable. They were nothing but a mere nuisance to himself and his Decepticons on Earth. He inwardly chuckled at the human he held within his clawed appendage. She arched her back, wiggling back and forth in a fool's attempt to gain freedom.

Here, he was in charge. He was her change at life, or her dance with death. His word was law in this place and no one could change that.

He caught the human gazing up at him with a mixture of fear and complete awe. His optics flashed and he let a sickening smirk make its way to his faceplates. He was enjoying this to the fullest. Her weakness, her struggle, and especially the hope that swirled in the tears that fell from her eyes. There would be no hope, not with the death bringer looming over her.

The small mech that was the doctor made his way up towards the girl’s face. She could feel the sharp edges of his spidery legs dig into her bare flesh, and it took everything to make the scream die in her chest before it made its way out. He was millimeters away from her face, his optics narrowed as he stared at her.

“Such a strange creature, yes? Examine fully, we must! I’ve always wanted to dig into one of zees creatures and-“

“There will be no such thing doctor. She’s to be examined,” he put special emphasis on the word, “not mutilated.” He brought out his smirk again and quickly added, “Not yet, but I assure you… you’ll get your chance.”

He felt the cold shiver of fear and anxiety rip through the human’s flesh. Small bumps covered her skin, even though the warehouse was hot and stuffy with the unforgiving heat of late July.

The doctor jumped from the human’s chest to the slab of concrete beneath her. “Yes, yes, job to finish, hmm? Megatron vant to know memories? Yes, memories of… Cybertron! Her memories, her thoughts… we will find zem, yes?” He scrambled off to one of the nearby tables, sorting through small scraps of metal and tools… at least, that’s what they looked like to the girl.

She furrowed her eyebrows in confusion and looked from Megatron to this ‘doctor.’ “Memories of what? Of… Cybertron?” She picked up a string of anger and held on tight as she raised her voice, “What the hell are you talking about!? I have no memories of your fucking planet! In case you didn’t noti- ahhh! Oh God, stop! Stop, oh no- AHHH!”

Megatron used his pincers that held her right arm to break the bone and shear through the skin surrounding it. The pale and bloodied forearm slipped off the table slab and hit the floor with a sickening thud.

After the screams subsided to whimpers, choked sobs, and groans, the girl looked at the blood pooling around her side. The cut wasn’t clean, and bits of skin and other organic material hung off the end of her now shortened arm. Blood practically streamed from her arm and soaked through her clothing and brought the iron like scent of blood towards her nose.

Megatron looked calm as he spoke over her pathetic crying. “You will not raise your voice towards me. Understand?”

“I’ll bleed out.” The voice was quiet and barely hearable. Her eyes and head lolled back and forth and Megatron was no longer her center of attention.

If he could roll his optics, he definitely would have. “Do you understand!?”

“Yea, I... uh… oh God…”

“Megatron! Must stop bleeding! Need… need, yes, live specimen! Vhat are you doing?” He crowded the area in question, prodding the exposed tissue and bone.

“Not that I care what happens to the girl, but pressure to the cut will help stop the bleeding.” Starscream’s whiney growl was heard from the opposite side of the room where he had stood watching the display with little interest. He just needed to be there to play watch dog. He took a step forward to get a better view of the human.

“Then you can do it, Starscream.”

A/N: Yea, I'm stopping THERE, but it's 3:20 and I'm sleepy. I'll continue this tomorrow, don't worry. Night!