Prologue
Dwayne Rivers, a seventeen year old boy, leapt off of the top of the six foot tall chain fence. He dashed across the plains, his short black hair blowing in the breeze. He heard and felt the ground shaking as the alien robot chased him. He stumbled as the chasing robot shot the ground with its advanced gun. He tripped on a rock and tumbled on the thin grass. The red-eyed alien caught up, glaring at him.
"Please." Dwayne begged. "Don't kill me. Please."
"I am Megatron." The alien scowled. "I give no mercy."
The silver mech pointed the blaster at him and began charging it up.
"Please." He repeated. "What have I done to you?"
Megatron let out a growl-like noise.
"Dawg!" A voice came.
Dwayne looked to see his older brother, Jonathan, racing towards him.
"Wait! Don't!" He screamed, just as he heard Megatron's arm shift positions. He watched as a red bolt of energy hit his brother. "No!"
Dwayne scrambled to his feet and raced towards the motionless body of his brother, which now lay in a black crater. He fell on his knees at his brother's side, struggling to hold back tears.
"John, get up." He pleaded, shaking his brother.
"It's okay." Jonathan murmured, holding a wound on his stomach. "It's okay."
"John…"
"You need to...get out of here." The other boy said. "You hear me, Dawg? Leave this place."
"No. Not without you." A single tear leaked out of his eye.
"Dwayne, listen to me." Jonathan struggled to speak. "Get out of here. You have to live. For me. Okay?"
Dwayne let out a sob. "O-okay, John. For you."
"Now go." He clutched his free hand into a fist and held it to his chest. "I'll always be right here, in your heart."
"G-goodbye, John." He struggled to his feet as his brother's eyes fell shut and the chest stopped moving.
Dwayne glanced at Megatron, who happened to be looking the other way. He took off at a run, back towards the chain fence. For you, John. For you. He reached the fence and climbed up it, jumping off of the top. He landed in a crouch and got up, racing along the remains of the street. One of the few remaining pieces of mankind.
"Come back here!" Megatron roared from the field.
"Oh no." He gasped, running past a smashed car. He reached his left arm out in front of him. He remembered a serum his father had given him two or three years ago. He was told to use it whenever he was in great need of assistance. He pulled it out of his jeans pocket and looked at it, unsure of what it would do. I might die anyway. Just do it!
Dwayne stabbed it into a vein near his left elbow and felt himself changing. Majorly. Physically, not mentally. But before he could think anything of it, he heard Megatron's blaster go off and felt the beam of light slam into his back. He dropped the empty syringe and tumbled on the rocky ground.
Letting out a gasp of pain, he lay still, a calmness having come over him. Relax. It's okay. No more running from it. He knew the last part wasn't his own thought. He was too calm to even worry about it though, as he stared up at the dusky sky. He heaved a sigh as his vision went dark...