Origin of Hate

I hate them. I hate Megatron, I hate my "comrades", I hate Optimus, I hate the Autobots; I hate them all! If it weren't for them, I wouldn't be stuck on this rock! If it weren't for them, I would still have my life! I've hated them ever since…I hate to be reminded of the past, but I might as well start from the beginning. My name is Bonecrusher...and this is my story.

I worked in the construction business, and by construction, I mean demolishing the old constructs to make way for the new. The sound of those empty husks crashing to the ground, the ease with which they were taken down, never had my life felt so complete, as it had when I reduced the architecture to a pile of rubble. Everything was in my favor; I had my job, I had no worries, my life was perfect!

Then out of nowhere, Megatron up and decided that his position alongside Optimus wasn't good enough for him! I had always thought that Megatron was all talk and no action; until the day I met him. I was on the job, about to destroy another run down slag heap to an actual slag heap; I wound up, struck at the building…and woke up on the ground…with him standing over me. The construct, my former colleagues, and the entire area around us had all been reduced to a huge smoking crater. I looked into his optics, and saw pure, sadistic blood lust. With that one look, Megatron taught me the true meaning of terror…and Ihated it. I hated the feeling of fear that chilled me to the core. I hated the way he just stood there, staring at me with those horribly sadistic optics, as though they were boring straight into my spark…Then, he spoke, and his voice increased my fear tenfold.

"You have a talent for destruction. I could use a soldier like you."

"Lord Megatron, I could never—Ack!" Before I could finish the sentence, he seized my neck in one hand and effortlessly lifted me off the ground, bringing me face to face with him.

"I don't recall having given you a choice in the matter! You will join me, or you will die a slow, painful death!" His grip on my neck tightened as he finished, while his other hand formed that wretched flail! I didn't know what to do. I hated the feeling of helplessness, the realization that he wouldkill me if I didn't comply. I didn't want to die, so out of desperation, I agreed. To this day, I hate myself for it. He dropped me to the smoldering ground and transformed, before rocketing into the distance. As I gasped for breath, I found myself surrounded by law enforcement officers, and all of them had their weapons pointed at me.

I was brought before the Cybertronian elders, who almost unanimously agreed that I was a traitor to the people of Cybertron. It was ultimately left to Optimus Prime to decide my fate. As he contemplated his verdict, I thought to myself, 'This will turn out in my favor. Optimus always makes the right decision. He is fair, even to those who are truly guilty. He knows that I was forced to agree to Megatron's demands; he knows I would never betray my people! I've got nothing to worry about!' I felt confident having assured myself that the Prime would make me a free mech once more. Finally, Optimus stood before the crowd and prepared to deliver his verdict. As the crowd silenced, I could barely contain my excitement. I couldn't wait to hear the word that would let me go back to my civilian life! Finally, Optimus spoke.

"Guilty." I was stunned. It almost felt as though he had punched me in the face. To be found guilty of treason would forever label me a worthless lowlife scumbag in the eyes of the Cybertronian people. My last ray of hope had been snuffed out by that one word. That was the last straw. I had never been so furious in my existence! The "fair" Prime had falsely convicted me of treason, and forever robbed me of the life I had once held dear. I hated Optimus, I hated Megatron, I hated Cybertron, and if they saw me as a traitor, then that's what they were going to get!