Part 2
The dream that killed me
Part 2
I let out a faint groan, a last sigh, and the world exploded in a million of coloured stars. How lovely, wonderful freedom! The pain had been intense, but the slight hint of pleasure was making it an odd yet smoothing mixture and the second after, it was just gone. The fire that had put my body in agony had been extinguished. The unbearable sensation had vanished like an old memory.
My coolant pump must have given up, releasing high pressure steam that should have fried my sensory network instantly, leaving me numb, oblivious to what was going to happen when my power core would explode, flare through my body and burn my internals. I was going to die without actually being aware of it.
Hm, sweet deactivation, awaited numbness. I let myself fall without even trying to fight. I let myself drift without offering any resistance. I never thought I'd be so willing to face death, but this was so delightful! It was like floating among the clouds adorning the sky. It felt like drifting lazily on a jet stream, carried by the wind under my wings on a sweet Earth summer evening.
When the darkness came over me, wrapping itself all around me, I embraced it like a lover and let it carry me away. Its warmth was so confortable.
What a wonderful way to die!
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In the beginning, there was just a barely-there humming, not even a sound that could reach audio receptors. Then it grew louder and louder as the blades started to turn a little bit faster to eventually reach a steady speed, a normal speed set for a ventilation system.
There was the soft noise of twin pistons - an energon pump beating up and down in random harmony and the quiet buzzing of a freon-pneumatically driven coolant pump. This was what could be heard by someone who'd have put his audio receptor close to a perfectly functional mech's chassis.
And that's the first thing I was aware of when my CPU started processing again. So, I was not dead after all? Or was it what death was supposed to be? Another dream? I onlined my optics to discover that I was still in the Decepticon base, but not in the control room. I was lying on a recharge berth in what was looking like private quarters, though not mine.
Second thought: was it hell?
I became aware of a weight on my chest -I could actually feel it-, so I looked down.
Definitively, it was hell!
Megatron was sitting next to the berth, his head resting on my chest, optics offline. He was either recharging – I wasn't sure if I made for that good a pillow- or only listening to my body, checking the noises of my systems.
He had not yet noticed that I was awake and, because I knew I was dreaming again, I lifted my hand to touch his helmet. The fact that I was dreaming of him seemed logical to me. After all, he had been the last one I saw before I died. I guessed that if it was possible to bring some memories along with you in death, it's normal to remember the last "thing" that had hit your optic sensors before having them offlined forever.
"My beautiful killer!" I said thoughtlessly, smiling at him.
He jerked in surprise, lifting his head up while his optics flickered back online.
"Starscream!"
I didn't let go of his helmet and pulled him at me as I lifted myself up. I kissed him. As I had expected, he didn't fight back and allowed me in, so I could stroke his tongue with my own. It was nice, very nice and it seemed so real, far more than in my first dream. I was able to feel everything, which shouldn't have been possible. Maybe I wasn't dead yet? Maybe this was the last illusion offered to my CPU by the last drop of energy pulsing out of my dying spark?
No, that didn't make any sense. I had felt myself fall into the darkness...
But in all, who cares? Why shouldn't I enjoy it anyway? Love and tenderness were not among the things I've been allowed to experience during my life. Death was offering it to me, like a gift. I was more than eager to take what was given and focused on the dazzling "reality" of Megatron kissing me.
I had no future, but the present just felt so good; nothing else was important;
Not anymore.
Megatron grunted and pulled out of the kiss. In response, I groaned in frustration.
"Noooo, come back here, kiss me again!" I commanded, tugging at him.
"That's enough, Starscream!" he almost roared.
Megatron frowned and, taking hold of my upper arms, pushed me gently but firmly back on the berth.
With a softened and slightly troubled voice, he added: "You haven't fully recovered yet, you need to recharge a little more."
I laughed a little.
"I don't need anything anymore." I retorted, then giggled. "I am dead!"
Megatron let go off me. "No, you just think you are, apparently."
That was not funny at all, but I laughed anyway. "I know I am. You killed me!"
My fantasy settled on the berth, next to me, and sighed without looking at me. "I should have, but I didn't!"
I wasn't laughing anymore, because my CPU was processing the situation which had a high probability to be the simple, true reality. A reality in which I wasn't dead at all! A reality in which I've been kissing the Decepticon leader I have wanted to overthrow for millenia! I've been doing this for REAL?
"This is a trick!" I panicked slightly. "There is no way I could have survived the explosion of my power core!"
"You are correct." said Megatron, slowly taking back control of his vocaliser, but still looking at the floor. "Except that it never happened."
I managed to sit down, keeping a safe distance from the tyrant. "You managed to cool it down?"
Megatron partially turned his gaze toward me so I could see one optic flaring with annoyance.
"I didn't let you die, idiot! Not when your death is much more useful to me if it happens on the battlefield!" he shouted.
I understood easily that it was not anger that burst out of him, but a deep embarrassment. Happy to discover that I was effectively alive and curious about the fact that I had not yet been punished for my post-awakening insolence, I decided to break the tension and made my move. Slowly, I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled my golden canopy closer to his sleek and smooth chassis.
"I can't remember a thing! Such a shame, don't you think, Megatron?"
He said nothing, of course, his pride is bigger than himself. But he didn't try to get away from me. Or to reach for me, for that matter. And that was just good, because it meant that I was in complete control and more than eager to take advantage of it.
"Would you mind, to help me refresh my memory?" I asked as my lustfilled glance travelled all along his body. I knew that he was beaten and soon was going to surrender, put his sanity aside and allow himself into the nonsense.
I knew it! Because even I wouldn't be able to resist my handsome self!
To be continued
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