Title: Unending

Rating: M

Pairing: Sunstreaker/Sideswipe. And some others.

Warning: Mechslash, Language, Violence, Twincest

Disclaimer: I don't own Transformers! I just happen to own a lot of toys and comic books, but that's it. I'm only borrowing these characters… Just for a bit.


Prologue

There was a time in history before everything happened. Before the bodies started to pile up, before it was normal to kill for energon, before the struggle to survive. But that was a long time ago.

Surviving was the only thing that every bot really wanted. To survive meant to live, to be free, and to be able to wake up another day and say that you're here. Alive. Surviving was a word barely spoken before all this happened because death was such an alien concept to them. Sure, you can say there were cases of cosmic rust and diseases, but those were rare - almost as rare as getting killed on the streets from ugly feuds. Cybertron was an extremely peaceful planet where everyone got along and went out together to perhaps enjoy a cup of vintage energon. They didn't need the reassurance of survival, they didn't need to fight just to live another day.

Sunstreaker wanted to survive as well. Fluid was seeping across his forehead and down his face to his fractured battle mask. His circuits were overheating, his processor was throbbing, and his bond was dull.

"Megatron!"

Unknown to Sunstreaker, Megatron managed to deliver the second blow which splintered his Autobot's shield and almost managed to sever his left arm.

"Megatron!"

Megatron knew every weak spot. He knew where to punch, how to get his opponent to get down and beg for mercy, he knew how to use his brute force to drive his fellow gladiators over the edge. He had every quality that would make him a one man army and a leader to some sorts. Megatron delivered blow after blow after blow perfectly in time with the crowds growing chant. He had a growing army of fans whom he could bend and twist to his desires.

"Megatron! Megatron!"

The golden bot knew that if he didn't do anything soon then he will just be another piece of scrap metal on the floor of the fight. He took a step back, knowing that he wasn't weak and he sure as the pit knew that he didn't want to look weak. He raised his broken arm, ignoring the shooting pain, and cast the now useless battle mask across the arena. Fuel and lubricant was now covering his optics. His view was a blend of colors, rendering his sight near useless.

Megatron fought like a hungry beast who had no ethical views at all. He would torture his opponent until they were on the brink of death and then leave them to rot. Sunstreaker thought this was a tactic to win over the support of the countless number of bots in the crowd, but now that he is face to face with him, he can see that there is a growing hunger that needs to be feed.

The Games are supposed to test the athletic skill of the participating athletes - how agile they were, how they delivered the blows, how they used their weapons, leaving the actual combat the least important part. This particular fight was quite the opposite; Megatron's crowd was craving the blood of the citizen from Iacon in front of them.

Megatron swung his axe deep into the gladiator's shoulder. Sunstreaker only felt agonizing pain travel through his circuits even though the axe sliced through him quickly, it was like someone was slowly but sharply pulling him apart. His world dimmed as he struggled to survive this one night.

With a harsh brutal tug, Sunstreaker fell onto the floor. It was weird - his body had many layers of armor that dipped and had ridges in all the right places that would make him seem like he would reflect the sunlight off of his beautiful form, but the floor of the arena was so smooth and straight. It felt so empty. He felt so vulnerable.

The axe was torn away from his body and Sunstreaker could only watch as Megatron slowly and deliberately raised his weapon high up in the air. For a moment the only thing he could see was how pretty the axe looked shimmering in the cool air of Cybertron like the stars in the sky after the acid rain clouds drift away.

Sunstreaker was silently asking Primus for a miracle. He wanted to survive. He wanted to able to return home and be with Sideswipe. He wanted to run his hand down Sideswipes plating and hold him close while having the bond wide open to feel the rush of emotions filling him up. But this was the end.

"Megatron! Megatron! Megatron!"

Sunstreaker could no longer hear the crowd. He could no longer see the crowd. He couldn't hear them mocking him and calling him weak. The only thing he could feel was an icy grip on his neck, fingers digging into sensitive wiring. He could practically feel Megatron lowering his head until it was level with his audio receptors. "It is time this farce ended." His voice was icy and cold behind his battle mask. This was truly the end.

"That is enough!"

The auditorium fell silent.

"Prime."

Megatron was the last thing Sunstreaker heard before his world turned black.


Thank you so much for reading until the end! This is the prologue for the story I'm writing called Unending. I'll upload the first chapter very soon! And don't worry it won't be short like this one.

If there is any confusion, please review and I'll get to you as soon as I can.

Again, thank you so much and don't forget to review, favorite, and follow! I know you will like this story. Perhaps even love.

Thank you SrYZr for the amazing beta work!

Written 5.31.2015