It was dark… frightening dark. He looked around for a sign, some form of explanation. An explosion in the distance caught his attention, before the fire spread through the darkness illuminating the room like a flare. That's when he saw himself in a mirror, the still image of the pretty, little, pink femme appeared next to him, placing a gentle hand on his shoulder while her piercing green optics stared through the soul. He smiled at her, for the first time in a long time he felt content. Until another face appeared behind the femme in the mirrors reflection, one that he could never forget. Megatron snarled and grabbed her tiny frame pulling her towards the darkness, he screamed for her and tried to follow, but as they disappeared into the shadows, Megatron's blood-red optics was the last thing he saw before it all went into darkness again.
Optimus' optics shot open as the sound of her scream still echoed in his head. This was the third time this week. She always showed in his dreams, he knew not who she was or their connection, only that every dream was different, and in every dream Megatron got to her first.
Optimus hung his legs over the side of the berth and put his head in his hands, sighing as he rubbed the bridge of his nose. On his desk lay an open data pad, he opened it and saw numerous sketches of the femme. The femme that he feels he should know, that he feels he should help.
She lay alone on the operating table, her loose brown curls soaked with blood, the only sound being her heart beat pounding in her head. On the roof directly above her head, proudly sat the Decepticon insignia, taunting her constantly. A mech appeared on the other side of the room, he was fiddling with numerous tools.
'Fuck me,' she thought to herself, 'more stupid toys to torture me with.'
"Leave us!" A mech barked from the doorway.
"Well," she said, pain overloading her body, "If it isn't Doctor Doom himself."
He sighed, "Elita, Elita, Elita," he grabbed a tool and was twirling it through his claws as he walked to the berth. "Millennia ago it would seem you were in the same position." A sadistic grin crossing his face plates.
"Back on Cybertron, we welcomed you in to our base, on one condition. All we asked was to conduct a few… minor tests to attempt to understand the raw power you possess." He bent down to study the tiny human laying before him. "But of course you were much bigger then."
"We showed you the extent of my army's might, yet you still saw fit to rebel against me, what do you do? You try to escape and contact my pathetic brother."
Megatron glared at her, his crimson optics pulsing with fury, "You underestimated me Elita, you made a grave mistake." He walked towards the table of tools, his back facing her as he held a remarkable looking saw in his hand.
"You thought yourself so clever when you accessed the source of your power. When the allspark transformed you into a human and transported you to its location all those vorns ago. You forgot one crucial factor." He turned to face her.
"Even as the insect you have become, you still possess an energon signature, one that you failed to hide. We followed it to Earth, finding the allspark, but not you."
"Looks like you weren't as smart as you thought you were," she said through pained breaths, trying to adjust herself under the bounds that were cutting into her skin.
As if completely ignoring her he continued on, "The Allspark however, was useless to me without a means of controlling it. But you, you possess both the power of the cube, and can control it without fail. I needed the cube to trace its signal to find the real prize… you."
He walked back to woman before him, "And if not for that blasted Witwicky flea, I would have succeeded, but I managed to find you anyway. You took advantage of my kindness last time my lovely, such mercy will not be shown again."