Hi!:) Thanks to those who reviewed (Suki-Angel91494 and PrimesSPARROW). Um, here's Chapter 2, I hope you like it!

IMPORTANT NOTE ON INFERIS: just some quick facts, Inferi were originally created to serve as pets and do minor work for the decepticons. However, their plan half failed and half worked. Since Inferi are part human, they are not that strong (no offence to humanity), but they are part something else – you'll find out later – and can sometimes have strange 'abilities', oftentimes more than one *hint, hint*. They are also incredibly intelligent. Not that our hateful 'cons ever noticed. Why haven't the Inferi fought back if they can do incredible things? You're questions will be answered soon, my friends…:D

Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I don't own transformers!

Ember tossed her dark red hair back, hovering in the air in front of Optimus. Arms crossed and a tiny smile on, she motioned for him to follow her.

Optimus glanced at the Dominus. This could prove to end interesting, in Ember's mind. He'd either get caught, or he'd make it through without getting caught. In all honesty, it didn't really matter for Ember. She never got caught unless she wanted to. Ember did a lot of things for what seemed like no entire reason. She got caught by Off often enough, but it was so helpful.

As an Inferi – and like all others – she was claustrophobic. But Ember was a fighter. A determined, arrogant, cunning, sneaky little bitch thing…and Ember absolutely detested being locked up. At Off's freedom was one of the worst things you could have. It was like having her wings cut off, in Off's world.

Here, if you were free, it'd be taken away faster than light could travel.

Drawn, a friend of hers, was the descendent of some of the first Inferi. Everyone in her family was told about Earth, Cybertron, and basically everything before Megatron finally took over.

Earth was paradise before Megatron. At least, that was what a deep, faraway part of Ember thought. That wasn't true, she knew.

But the idea of freedom….it drove Ember crazy. It made her giddy and excited. At the same time, it irritated her to no end. It was nagging at her; every time Off treated her like their pets, it'd piss her off. Most Inferi are accustomed to it; that was what they were created for.

To be someone's little plaything/toy.

What if you could be free?

That question popped up so often it was practically her mantra now.

Freedom….to do what you want, to act as you want, to say what you want….to have no one owning you, forcing you, hating you, treating you like dirt, Ember could rant on and on about her definition of it for hours, but that wasn't an option at the moment.

Her ideas would drive her mind out of her own mind, Drawn always said. Ember was filled with a burning passion to live by her own free will. Anger was right behind it.

Ember fluttered her wings turning away and diving into a pack of Magna Flos. Their feathery textures caressed her skin. She felt like she was diving through a cloud.

The Magna Flos was her favorite flower. Ember loved the silky petals, which vary in color. The petals were shaped like giant hearts, and the stems were always the darkest of blacks. But the center was what intrigued her the most. It was a glowing, deep red – like embers. Ember never knew her parents, but she had a strong suspicion she was named after the center of the Magna Flos.

"And who is this here, Off?"

Dominus Megatron's voice interrupted her thoughts. Damn, she'd been thinking so hard she forgot about everything else and tuned out the world. Cursing, she looked up in to the deep optics of Megatron.

Ember showed no fear.

I have nothing to fear, she told herself.

"Who is this Inferi?" Megatron asked Off.

"Personally I don't like it when people talk to me like I'm not here." Ember said thoughtfully, before Off could answer. Megatron turned towards her. It was like Death was staring at her, ready to rip open her chest cavity and eat her heart out, suck her soul out and laugh mercilessly, repeated her worst mistakes and embarrassments, bringing back her fears, whether they were rational or not.

"Are you not afraid of me?" he asked her, his voice low, quiet, and deadly.

"What gave you the impression I should be?" she shot back. He stepped closer.

"Do you know who I am at all?"

"I consider that an insult. I'm not retarded; I bloody well know who you are, Dominus."

"Watch your tongue, femme. I am Death. I can be your end, or I can be your beginning. Which shall I be to you?"

To her credit, Ember didn't even hesitate to respond. "If you're Death, you're both. Death is the end of the beginning and the beginning of the end. But you're not Death, you're a power hungry, sick fucker hell bent on killing anyone who disagrees. So I really don't need to answer that question, because it's pointless and stupid and you're lying."

Megatron leaned in close, his voice scratchy and deep. "I can kill you. Or better yet, I have the power to turn your life into the living Pit."

"Been there, done that, dumbass." Ember yawned. "I believe you're a little late to the party."

"Femme, please. I'm the host." He sneered.

"Then do your fragging job!" she snarled.

"Dominus," she hissed, flying around his head. At once, the atmosphere changed. It was silent, like, scary silent. Gone was the bickering. That was Ember's opening act. Here's the main event:

"You rebelled to give everyone equality, peace among everyone. No more slaves, fighting, and peace." Her voice was torturously soft. It was taunting, daring.

"Look out the window," she pointed out the open window. And past the meadow were the 3rd and 4th class mechs.

"See them?" she continued, still cruelly soft.

"Look at their faceplates, their optics. Some are smug, some pissed, some are absolutely, positively, distressed. They're hollow. They're outranked, can't be the same as the others. They don't have the power to fight back. Because they know they will die. They will die in pain. You've caused this all. You have destroyed planets, innocent lives, an entire species just because you felt them inferior and below you in intelligence. You are a self obsessed, HYPOCRITCAL, SELFISH, MURDERER! YOU HAVE RUINED EVERYONE'S LIVES! EVERYWHERE YOU GO YOU WRECK HAVOC ALL BECAUSE OF YOUR OWN DESIRES! YOU HAVE EXTINUISHED ALL HOPE AND FREEDOM! THERE IS NO SUCH THING ANYMORE! JUST AS THERE ISN'T ANY SAFETY. THERE'S NO SAFE PLACE ON THIS PLANET ANYMORE! YOU NEVER STOPPED TO CONSIDER WHAT YOU LEFT BEHIND!" that was as far as Ember got before Megatron knocked her clear out of the air.

Optimus winced but made no comment. Ember fell towards to the rocky ground, but at the last second, she pumped her wings. A small puff of dust rose as Ember flew back up.

She brushed imaginary dust off her ragged clothes and smirked at the Dominus.

"Most people know better than to attack me when I'm on a rant. They don't like the pain."

"You think you can actually hurt me?" Megatron scoffed. He let out a sharp bark of humorless laughter.

"I'd like to see you try! The day a mere Inferi hurts me is the same day I offline!"

Ember shrugged. "You'd be surprised at all things a 'mere Inferi' can do to a mech. And not all of them have a positive effect. Please keep that in mind."

Megatron looked at her like a sparkling just told him they'd take over the world. He was amused, disbelieving, and saw no threat in that.

He turned to Off.

"I'll take the femme."

Ember almost fell to the ground again. WTF? Ember guessed she used the wrong tactics. Not like she thought she'd be able to scare him. Ember was aiming for annoying, pissy. Megatron was probably just amused by her antics. 'Course he was. He was Megatron. Dominus Megatron. He had it all, the power, the credits; the fucker reshaped the whole world so it would fit into the palm of his hand. Thinking back on it, Ember had acted too foolishly for her liking. She had countered his every move. She hadn't cowered in fear, sobbed her heart out, run away or anything. She wasn't afraid of him. And although the Inferi didn't know it, Megatron's cold, dark spark (what was left of it, anyways. It was still a mystery if he even had one or not) twisted when he thought of her. He'd grown cocky, and spoiled himself with power. The Dominus wasn't used to disrespect anymore. The world was his to toy with. Anyone who agreed otherwise was sentenced to prison and suffered long torturing and agony. They were cut off from energon, forced to drink just enough to bring him back from Death's doorstep.

Ember shouldn't have felt shocked. Now, she felt a little stupid. This was the perfect game to play. Player 1: Dominus Megatron. Player 2: Ember, Inferi.

Game on!

Off was just as shocked as Ember was, but he had a better way of showing it. Off jumped a mile, practically swallowed his own glossa, and choked.

"Y – You wanna get her?" he spat. Ember snorted, instantly thinking up a hundred different responses, each ruder than the last.

"How many credits?" Megatron asked. Off tilted his head to the side, considering.

"Well," he began. "Considering the healthy state, young age, and custom made clothing – "

"But her clothes are faded." Megatron pointed out. Off stared at him like he was stupid, "Yeah, but it's custom." He retorted. Now Megatron stared at him like he was retarded.

"5000 credits." Off stated, almost proudly. "5000?" Megatron snapped loudly.

"For this piece of scrap?" he asked, pointing at Ember.

"Hey! You're one to talk!" Megatron ignored her jibe.

"Yeah, 5000." Off repeated.

"I want her for 4000 credits." He said. Off shook his head. "5000."

The mech ignored his instincts. Denying the Dominus his pet never ended well…

"Steelburn?" Megatron nodded towards one of his guards, who was the color of half rusted, half polished metal. The guard took his spear (which was actually more like a staff) and flipped it, so that the sharp tip was at the bottom. And then he slammed it into the ground. The roof shattered. The plants – like Ember's Magna Flos – exploded. Not burst-into-flames explosion, but like a huge pop, sending the organic materials all over the room. The Inferi screamed, the force sending them flying backwards.

Off whipped around, staring at the Inferi lying on the ground, pulling plant pieces out of their hair, dusting dirt off or just plain unconscious, the broken roof, and the destroyed indoor garden…and gasped out:

"4000!"

Can anyone guess where I got that last scene from? :D So thanks so much for reading; hope you enjoyed it. Actually, if you did enjoy it, please REVIEW! I'll get back to you in a PM!

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