Hey, I'm rewriting Truth of the Darkness. Mostly just trying to flesh it out a bit more. My original postings left a lot to be desired. And I just watched a truck drive down the street backwards... Anyway, this is more me trying to work on my writing skills, so tell me what you think! Constructive criticism or encouragement is always helpful! Oh, and if you've noticed, I don't do a lot of fighting scenes, and I'm trying to work on that too, so if you could tell me where I went right or wrong, it would be much appreciated!
I also might be rewriting Memories. Mostly because I wasn't able to update in so long due to school I kinda forgot what intended to do with it. Plus, when I went back and reread it, I was like 'GOD! THIS IS TERRIBLE! Great idea, but terrible execution.' So... yeah.
Enough of my rambling!
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Megatron barely dodged the blade aimed for his head. He spun around his larger opponent, intending to take his back. Unfortunately the mech was prepared for that. He rolled forward, barely making it out of the way of Megatron's blade. The mech was on his feet in a matter of seconds, but was too late. He was greeted with a fully charged cannon in his face. Megatron fired, taking the mech's head clean off.
The crowd cheered as Megatron's victory was announced throughout the stadium. Megatron merely glared at the crowd, his disgust nearly reaching a breaking point. He really should be used to this by now. He left the arena with a trademark scowl. He headed to the showers, feeling the need to get all of the energon blood off of him. God, how did he end up in the gladiator rings in the first place?
"Good match," a voice said.
Megatron turned angrily, but his anger cooled a bit when he saw the blue mech.
"What do you want, Cygnus?" Megatron asked. Cygnus was one of the few of his fellow gladiator's he respected. He wasn't here for the sport, he was here to pay his brother's debt. He didn't want to be there any more than Megatron did. They might have become friends, but the risk that they would be put against each other was too great. Maybe when they're debts were paid, if they made it that far.
"Just congratulating you," Cygnus said. "I feel horrible saying this, but I am very glad to see that wretched mech go, after what he did to Dawnflight."
Megatron nodded in agreement. Neither would forgot how the mech had tortured the femme in the arena before putting her out of her misery. He wasn't the first to do so, but the femme had worked her way into many of the gladiators' hearts without even trying. It was one of the reasons they tried to stay away from each other. You never knew when you would lose your life.
"I have to go, I have a match," Cygnus said. "Try to stay alive."
"You as well," Megatron replied.
He watched Cygnus head to the arena before turning. He was met by a rather smug looking cyclops.
"What are you smiling about?" Megatron growled. "I beat him in five minutes."
"Five minutes, 1 second," Shockwave corrected. "By the rules you created, I win the bet."
Megatron groaned and crossed his arms.
"Okay, what do you want?"
Shockwave smirked.
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The Library?
THE LIBRARY?
Of all the favors Shockwave could have had him do for him, he took him to the library? Oh, he knew full well by the single-eyed freak did it. He just wanted to torment Megatron. If the mech wasn't his brother, he would have taken him apart! There was a reason Megatron threw a party when he was expelled from school!
Megatron crossed his arms and slumped in his chair, grumbling to himself. Shockwave merely smirked at him from behind the data pad he was reading. Oh, that freak was so going to pay for this! Libraries were so dull. You just sit around and read and do intellectual stuff. Don't be mistaken, Megatron was very smart and had a sharp mind, but he was more of a hands on kind of mech. He's rather be doing something that involved moving and taking action. Reading wasn't his thing.
Megatron stood suddenly and stormed off, quietly so as not to get the librarians attention (he wasn't sure he'd be able to keep his anger in check if they went after him). He didn't know where he was going, just away from Shockwave before he did something he'd regret. Primus he was so fragging infuriating! What was it with his brother? Why did he enjoy tormenting him so? He was so glad they weren't split-spark twins! If they had that kind of bond, he'd have driven him insane!
Megatron stopped mid rant and froze. His optics were glued to the red and blue mech down the aisle. He sat with his back against the shelf of data pads, curled around a data pad in his hand. His bright cerulean optics were wide and focused. He was beautiful-gorgeous-despite his scuffed and scratched paint. Megatron knew he shouldn't be staring like that, but he couldn't help himself. Megatron had never been attracted to a mech before and wasn't sure what to do. Part of him wanted to go up and talk to him, the other was too afraid to.
Before Megatron could make up his mind, a large, gray mech came storming up to the mech and yanked him off the ground, causing him to drop the data pad he had been holding. The smaller mech fell back against the shelf, knocking the data pads off. The larger mech started to scream at the smaller, going on and on about the smaller 'slaking off' all the time. Most of what he said wasn't even understandable, but the smaller kept his head down, nodding every now and than. Megatron became furious. What was wrong with that son of a glitch? Megatron was ready to storm forward when the larger mech turned and stomped off. The smaller mech sighed in relief and bent down to pick the fallen pads up.
Megatron took the chance to half-run forward and bend down to help the mech. Said mech looked up, surprised. Megatron almost gasped when he saw the perfect, gentle white face. Primus, he was even more beautiful up close! Megatron gave him a weak smile and continued to gather the pads. When the mech began to gather the pads up himself, Megatron looked up again. The mech had a lot of scratches on him. He looked like he hadn't been buffed or polished in years.
Megatron stood up and helped the mech put the pads back on the shelf, all but the one the mech had been reading before. When they were done, the mech turned to face him. The mech bit his lip and looked down, tapping his left foot against the floor shyly.
"Your boss is a bit of a aft, isn't he?" Megatron finally said. Primus, couldn't he have come up with anything better?
The mech nodded in agreement.
"I'm Megatron."
The mech looked up and made a gesture at his throat, his optics apologetic.
"Can't talk?" Megatron asked.
The mech nodded. For some reason, this only made the mech more endearing to Megatron.
"Can I see what you were reading?"
If the mech wondered how Megatron knew what he was doing before, he didn't show it. He fumbled a bit than handed the pad to Megatron. Megatron clicked it on and searched for the title.
"History of the Primes. Interesting," or at least it had to be if he was so into it.
The mech nodded enthusiastically.
"Orion!"
The mech turned toward the voice. Megatron blinked when a familiar blue mech came into view. Cygnus stopped next to the mech and stared at Megatron.
"Cygnus?"
"Megatron? What are you doing here?" Cygnus asked.
"I, uh, was just, uh..."
The mech began to make gestures with his hands. Cygnus watched and nodded.
"So you were helping him," Cygnus said. "This is my brother, Orion."
Megatron looked at the mech, Orion. So he was the mysterious brother.
"We have to get going," Cygnus said. "Hatchet is expecting us."
Orion nodded and waved goodbye to Megatron. Megatron waved back as the two walked away. Megatron continued to watch them till they were out of view. Even still, he found himself unable to move from that spot.
"Someone has a crush," a familiar voice sang.
Megatron snarled and turned on his brother.
"Do not!"
"Do to!"
"Do not!"
"Do to!"