Megatron was angry.
Angry and wet.
He was sure that whoever had said the words he heard before was long gone. Though it was just an assumption, Megatron's scanners were unresponsive.
"Slagging water." The words were spoken in Cybertronian. It was amazing how angry whirls and clicks could sound if you wanted them to. It was frustrating being a solider without working scanners and it was doing nothing to help Megatron's temper.
He stepped forward and forgetting any pride he had left, collapsed to the ground. It wasn't like he cared what birds or whatever wildlife around thought of him. Megatron didn't care about anything at this point. As if to prove this to himself, he started muttering in English.
"…Frag…" He muttered, not noticing the stir of the tree above him as two black-jean clad legs slipped out of view behind the branches of an ancient oak tree.
"…Why did the organics have to oppose me? I'm clearly superior to them in every way. Human don't deserve to live. It's not like their doing this planet any good anyways. It would be better under my rein. Humans are such pathetic creatures. Why must the Autobots side with them…?" Megatron wasn't whining, he was just…talking longingly…
He crushed his fist into the ground and pushed himself up to sit. He glared viscously at the ground in front of him. "Humans don't have the right to live!!!"
"Your right." Megatron jerked his head up; bringing his right arm cannon with it. He found himself aiming at a human female who looked just as surprised at her words as Megatron was at her presence.
She stared down at the cannon with surprise but didn't duck back behind the branch she was perched one, to Megatron's disgust and confusion. The female didn't seem to be the least bit afraid of him. In fact, she was watching him in something akin to bewilderment.
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Niraha couldn't believe she had said something to it. She'd wanted to, but she sure as
Heck hadn't intended to. Now it was staring at her with those glowing red eyes, the color reminding her of things she only half wanted to forget.
"What know you of this, fleshling?!?" It actually responded. A male voice. What do you say to a giant monster thing? Just like what you'd say to a person? …What do people say to each other?!?
"I know that humans are ugly, evil things." The human responded slowly. "That God is kind. Perhaps too much, for letting them live. They don't deserve it. We don't deserve it."
Those eye-like things blared out of the robots head like sirens for the eyes. Or something. He picked up his massive hand in what seemed to be a great effort. He turned down his eyes to his hand as if contemplating it, balling into a fist; the fist came sailing through the air toward her.
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Megatron sent his fist crashing into the tree in almost boredom. The tree branch snapped away and he swept up the human in a cloud of leaves. He brought her level with his face; the human was interesting but still human.
He was about to close his fist tight when he noticed…nothing. No screaming. No struggling. Not even desperate tears. The female was conscious yet motionless in his hand, not making a sound.
"Do you not fear me?" He asked, keeping the confusion from his voice. The girl seemed to think hard about that simple question. She looked up into his optics.
"I don't."
"Why is that?" He grew angrier with his confusion.
"Because you can only kill me. Or cause me physical pain. I don't fear pain. I don't fear death."
"You do not fear the oblivion fleshling?" Megatron was not a soft mech. He knew of death. He knew of darkness. But he had never come across anyone who didn't at least fear the pain of death. One who wouldn't struggle?
"No." That one syllable seemed to hold the very burden of Primus himself. And more hate and bitterness than Unicorn could possess.
"And why not?" Megatron gritted out. Angry for not being able to understand.
"Because why would I fear what I wish for most?" Megatron's hand loosened in shock. The human dropped to the ground. They stayed that way for a long while. Then Megatron dropped into a sit, shaking the ground and the human with it. She continued to stare at him.
"...I'm Niraha."
"Megatron."
"That's cool."
"Why?" The anger had drained from his metallic voice.
"Because it's a unusual nam-"
"Not that." He stressed.
"Oh. Well, I don't really want to exist. I despise humans. I am human, therefore I despise myself."
"Your…is there something wrong with your processor fleshling?" He asked, deflated, and confused, and angry all at once.
"Brain." The girl said. "I haven't got a processor."
He scoffed, "That is why humans are so foolish then." He was trying to draw a response from her.
The girl sat quiet all the same, "I suppose so." She said indifferently. 'This human is interesting.'
"You'll be my pet." He decided out loud. That got a rise out of the fleshling. "WHAT?!? Just kill me! Isn't that what you do!?! You-YOU SCRAP METAL!" The humans 'hair' created a storm around her head as she screamed.
He waited as she finished, then grinned psychotically, "Did I say you had I choice?" She stood angrily the visibly deflated.
"No, you didn't. Fine then." Niraha dropped to the ground again and looked away from him, obviously thinking.
Megatron stared incredulously at her. "Your weird."
"I know."