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Hey guys! I have a new challenge here but I'm writing the first chapter or so since the scene wont leave my head. The challenge in the last chapter so it won't spoil the surprise!
Everything happened for a reason. Everyone has a past. No one was born evil. Megatron was no exception to this.
Megatron was content of his life. He had his brother, Optimus Prime, and he was a high ranking General in the army. He had been invited to this celebration and had finished talking to Optimus before his brother went to find Elita, the object of his brother's affection for years. A small smile appeared on his face as he thought of his brother. How long would it last until they both would confess to each other? That had been the question among their friends, still amused as both of them continued to dance around each other. There were even bets going on!
He was knocked out from his musings when he felt someone stumble into him. He turned around to reprimand whoever they were when his optics stared into emerald green.
Nightwing was the name of the femme, a seeker who had accidentally stumbled on him when she tripped on her feet. Her armor was a beautiful shade of obsidian black, her optics a unique color of emerald green. She was an enjoyable person to talk to. It felt as if you can be your true self and she would not judge you. They talked about many things.
He found out the she was Starscream's sister, the fourth member of his unique quartet. She was a smart femme, he had found out when they started on politics. She cared for no rank, earn her respect and she will respect you, not… well, earn her ire. They had become friends, feeling complete, as if they had found a missing piece of their lives.
He had seen how much she was fidgeting and offered a flight. He knew seekers hated to be on ground for so long, preferring to be in the air as much as possible. The moment he had saw her in the sky, those graceful moves, so full of life, full of dedication…
He was trapped. Forever.
He did not know when it began but he did notice when he started to feel different towards her, seeing her as more than a friend. He had noted how her laugh sounded like a melody to his ears, how her wings were beautiful when shined under the sun, how her optics were like glowing jewels, how she scratches her head when she gets in trouble, how she had a natural talent for pranking though she rarely shows it, that her emotions are as clear as the sky, how she would do anything to help, even to a stranger…how, how and how.
She always attracts trouble. Not that she causes it; it seems to follow her everywhere like a lost puppy. She always causes him and her brother spark attacks when she jumps head first into solving a problem or saving someone! She was smart yet dense, clumsy on the ground but graceful on the air, wild yet peaceful, a mother hen, blunt and polite, a person you can fully trust, who would follow you to the ends of the universe if needed, who would not hesitate to help others, who gives confidence and courage to everyone, there were many things that he liked about her. All her faults and quirks, everything.
He had fallen for her. Hard.
He had kept it a secret. He had been afraid of her rejection, of losing their friendship. He had succeeded for years until she found out. He quickly prepared himself for her rejection, of her disgust.
She had laughed, relief clear in her vocal processor. It was like a soothing melody to his processors.
"You are an idiot, you know that?" she had said, and then stopped for a thought "Well, I was as well"
She had felt the same and had been afraid for the same reason. But now, they knew.
It was the most joyous moment of his life, forever embedded on his processor and spark.
Their life had changed. Optimus had congratulated him as well as his friends. Starscream and Thundercracker had given him the usual warning of siblings of 'make her upset and there'll be nothing left after we're done with you, General or no'. Skywarp had wailed and wailed, being dramatic he was, clinging to Nightwing as he cried that his precious little seeker was growing up and leaving them to have lots and lots of little seeker sparklings. She had moved in with him after getting her brothers their permission. He would no longer return to an empty home. After a tiring day, he would return home to find her waiting with open arms. He would wake up from his recharge with her by his side. He felt content, more content than ever before. He was finally where he belonged.
He was happy.
He should have known it would not last forever. It had happened during a celebration on Optimus and Elita's bonding (finally!) and everyone was invited. It was a joyous occasion. He had been caught off guard when an assassin had attacked him. Luckily, he had quickly recovered and defeated the mech. Unfortunately, no one saw the one hidden in the shadows.
But Nightwing did.
It had happened very fast. He had heard her shout in alarm, then the sound of a cannon being shot, and the unmistakable sound of it hitting its mark. He turned around only to catch his bonded in his arms, her still, unmoving body. He became quickly alarmed when he felt their bond weakening and rapidly fading. That's when he saw her chest.
Or more likely, her spark chamber.
That was completely blown open.
She had taken the shot that was meant for him.
He felt numb with shock, even as the assassin fled. He could hear his brother calling his name but it felt like he was planets far, far away.
Darkness filled his vision and then, he knew nothing.
When he had onlined, it was to see his brother beside him with a worry face. He had hoped it was a nightmare, nothing but a glitch in the processor but the look on his brother's face told him the opposite.
She was gone.
His precious Seeker was gone.
He had raged. Tore the room apart. Destroyed everything he could get his hands on.
He felt anger and hot rage.
Anger at the ones who were responsible for this.
Anger at his own weakness.
Anger at his inability to protect her.
WHY?
He hunted them down. Made them suffer. Made the feel pain. He slowly dragged their death until they begged him to stop. He didn't. He would not give them mercy.
He felt nothing.
He stroked her smooth face but felt nothing but coldness. They would not emit warmth again. Those dark black optics stared blankly at the ceiling. He would never see those beautiful emerald green optics again.
I can help you…
He ignored the whispers and continued his stroking.
I can bring her back. She would be back safely in your arms. All I need is one thing and she would be back.
He stopped. What would he need to do?
He watched the burning cities, the screams of pain. War broke out in Cyberton, turning the once peaceful and beautiful planet turned into a warzone. A war for the Allspark.
Many died… many fought…many begged
Why? They asked him. His brother asked him. Everyone asked him.
He cared not. It was all nothing to him.
The only thing he cared was having his precious Nightwing back, safe and alive.
Cyberton could burn for all he cares.
Nothing would stand in his way. Nothing.