Never Enough
By SMYGO4EVA
Whenever he had stepped onto the battlefield, Arcee knew that the Decepticon leader was holding up to his namesake.
Megatron, who named himself after Megatronus, the betrayer of the Primes, was immaculate.
His entire steel woven form was immaculate.
His battle movements and his cunning were immaculate.
The tyrant was no doubt immaculate.
Arcee had wished countless times that she would slay Megatron for Optimus, so that he wouldn't have to, so that he wouldn't have to bear the burden.
So that the war would be over.
Nonetheless, she accepted that it was an endless battle. He was the catalyst of Cybertron's decay, and her partners' demises, as much as she hated to admit it.
She didn't want to know what would happen if she did have to fight him once more, if she did have to strike him down before he would send her to the ground.
She didn't want to know because she knew what she would say at that moment.
She would switch out her blasters for her blades, and run out straight for the kill, ignoring any bot who tried to stop.
"Curse you to the Pit, Megatron!" She would yell at him while jumping up and moving in, her blades aiming for the Decepticon tyrant, thirsty for the Dark Energon in his veins.
She knew what he would say.
He would smile that bloodlust-jagged smile before blocking her attack and swinging her down, down for the count. "Dear Autobot, love and hate are practically one and the same."
Then there would be nothing. There would be just the blackness that came with being struck down by the tyrant.
She wouldn't believe it at first, but in battlefield, everything was blurred, merging even.
Love and hate, like the border between functioning and offline, were just the same in war, just the same as it ever was.
And it was never enough…