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Chapter Three: Android

Mercy had always been cursed with flaws that gave people reasons to pick on her as they did. She had flaws in all her classes; she got zeroes on all her homework, even when she did it. Her math teacher didn't accept it because she never showed work, her English and history teachers didn't like how she never used complete sentences, and her science teacher couldn't understand where she was coming from on the hypothesizes she made for her experiments. And this gave Mercy's classmates reason to pick on her.

Another thing Mercy was cursed with was gym. She just wasn't the athletic type at all. The girl hated running, and couldn't run to save her life. She hated any sport that involved a ball, and since most sports do, Mercy sucked at them all. When the class played soccer, the ball always managed to make contact with her face, painfully. In tennis and badminton, Mercy couldn't make contact with the ball or birdie. This gave her classmates a comical show to watch.

An even worse class evolved from gym class though, and that was swim. All her life, Mercy had been absolutely terrified of water, and for no apparent reason either. She had gone swimming before, but always stayed in water where she could touch the bottom. Her parents never took her out much even when they were with her, thus she didn't know how to swim. And her gym teachers abandoned her when it came time for swim class. They stuck her in the shallow end of the pool and just ignored her while they worked with the rest of the class. Since Mercy couldn't participate, she was flunked. And all her classmates were brutal about it.

And she truly believed she was the most imperfect person. Her hair was never the way everyone else wanted it to be. It wasn't perfectly straight or nice and curly. It was just tangled, and hopeless; Mercy couldn't do anything about it. She was picked on about her clothes too. Mercy wasn't rich, and she didn't have a job. The only money she got was from her parents in the mail. And that amount of money was only good to pay bills and buy food and other necessities. No real expensive designer clothing.

Mercy wasn't quite sure why she was thinking about this as she slowly started to regain consciousness. Maybe it was from the pain that was coursing through her chest at the moment, seething its tentacles into her brain and making her think about other things that pained her. Mercy shook her head and opened her eyes, she tried to sit up but only discovered she couldn't move.

"About time you woke up," came the voice, but not in her head.

Mercy looked to where she had heard the voice and saw the robot that had hurt her sitting on the sofa in her room. She glared at him briefly without saying anything. The girl then looked over herself, and noticed not only a severe burn on her chest that had vaporized some of her shirt, but she was tied to the bed with bed sheets as well.

"This is bad comedy," she hissed turning her attention back to the robot, "Let me go and get out of my house."

"I'm in charge here and I suggest you don't order me around."

"In charge? Don't make me laugh," Mercy scoffed.

The robot narrowed his optics and went over to Mercy and tightly grasped her small neck, "This is no laughing matter Mercy. Since you agreed to help me, everything that was yours is now mine, you're under my command now."

"I'm not going to play your game."

"You have no choice," he said squeezing harder and then letting go.

"I don't see how you need me," Mercy remarked, "Now that you appear to be back among the living."

"Appear is the keyword there, take a good look at me Mercy."

He was nearly her size, but he was still a good two feet taller than her. His optics were pale blue, his armor was purple, black, yellow, and gray with hints of red, white, and greenish blue. He had two very noticeable horns protruding from his head, and looked identical to the robot from her dream. Except in her dream he was much, much taller. The thing that was odd about his form though was it being kind of…ghostly. He wasn't transparent, but more translucent. You could see through him, but not that well.

"You're a ghost?"

"Correct."

"Can you go through walls?"

"No, I lost that ability once you agreed to help me," the robot stated, "And nothing can pass through me either."

Mercy thought about making a rude remark about that, but decided better of it. She was after all at a slight disadvantage being tied down to her own bed. The robot fingered the burn on her chest causing an involuntary cry to emit from Mercy's throat.

"Hurt?" he asked with a smirk on his face.

"I don't answer stupid questions."

The robot pressed his hand forcefully against her burn, Mercy stifled a scream. "You will learn not to back talk me," he threatened.

"Stop it," she pleaded trying to make him stop.

"Does it hurt Mercy?" he snarled.

"Yes."

"Good," he sneered removing his hand. He then took out what appeared to be a pair of scissors from his subspace.

"What are you doing with those?" Mercy inquired.

"I'm going to cut off your shirt," he responded taking hold of the bottom of her shirt and started cutting up the seam, "I hope this wasn't one of your favorites."

"What does it matter? It's ruined anyway," Mercy grumbled knowing her feeble amount of shirts had gotten even feebler, "Just don't cut off my bra."

"I might have to, depending on the size of the burn."

"You're not going to no matter what."

"Don't order me around kid, you're at my mercy right now. Just think about how easy it would be for me to cut your skin and say it was an accident," the robot threatened.

Mercy ignored him and proceeded in trying to wriggle one of her hands free. The robot didn't notice and soon succeeded in cutting off the backside of her shirt and slid it out from underneath her. He then went to remove the front, when Mercy cried out.

"Now what?" he asked irritably.

"It hurt," Mercy remarked glaring at him.

"Quit shooting me that dirty look," he retorted and examined her wound more carefully, "Looks like I melted some of your shirt to your skin."

Mercy groaned in disbelief, "Just perfect."

"Isn't it? Now how do you propose I go about removing it? Ripping or cutting?" the robot asked with a grin of pleasure on his face.

"I propose you don't touch me, let me go, and get the hell out of my house," Mercy hissed.

Megatron seized her throat in his hand again and said angrily; "Don't talk to me in that tone."

Unable to breath Mercy choked out, "Alright."

The robot let her go and proceeded to cut away scraps of her shirt until only the melted parts remained. He rubbed his chin thoughtfully then trying to think of a way to remove the melted on parts. An idea came to him as he put the "scissors" away and took out what looked like a laser pen. Except this laser was a lot more powerful and used for things other than pointing things out.

"Hold still Mercy, this may hurt a bit," the robot warned.

Mercy was praying that this wouldn't hurt too much and that the robot wouldn't cut her bra off either. The robot didn't notice her worried look as he began cutting her skin with the laser.

The pain was unbelievable. Mercy thought she was getting an unwanted taste of hell. It was like an electrical shock from a knife that was slashing her over and over again. All she could visualize was a sadist carving, slashing away, and twisting her chest with a sadistic grin of pleasure across his face as she squirmed desperately trying to get away.

They say there's nothing like the smell of burning flesh. It was so morbid, and so disgusting, Mercy thought she was either going to vomit or pass out. They say muscle tissue gives off the smell of beef in a frying pan, but Mercy's muscle tissue wasn't burning. Her iron-rich blood and blood vessels were burning, giving off an acrid coppery and metallic smell. Her skin was burning giving off a charcoal like smell. Mercy was able to hold her stomach and remain conscious though.

It seemed like an eternity though before the robot finally finished. He put his laser utensil away and rubbed some sort of disinfectant on her wound that burned right through her. The robot then wrapped her wound and Mercy's bra had been left on the entire time. He then walked back over to the sofa and took a seat.

Mercy had managed to wriggle one of her hands free. The robot noticed and smirked, "I'm afraid that your efforts come too late."

"Just shut up and untie me," she remarked struggling to untie her other hand.

The robot watched her for a moment and then said, "If you're so desperate to get free, you can free yourself."

Mercy glared at him for a few moments and then concentrated on untying herself. It didn't take her long to finally succeed. Even though her chest was throbbing and burning, she sat up on her bed and looked the robot in the optic. "Why'd you hurt me?" she asked.

"You'll see soon enough."

"You say that a lot."

"I have my reasons."

Mercy decided to change the topic and asked, "So what's your name? C3PO, R2D2, or something along those lines?"

"I'm Megatron, leader of the decepticons."

"Do you come in peace?"

Megatron rolled his optics, "No, and I haven't come here seeking out your leader either."

"Did you bring me back in the house and tie me to the bed?"

"Yes, stop asking questions, it's late, go to sleep Mercy."

Mercy glanced at the clock realizing it was 10:00pm. Saturday had come and gone without her even realizing it. Reluctantly she went into the bathroom and changed into her pajamas. She brushed her teeth rather quickly not really caring about her personal hygiene at the moment. While she was brushing her hair though, she noticed that her auburn hair had a slight lavender tint to it. Figuring there was something wrong with the lighting, Mercy ignored it and returned to her room.

Megatron snickered as she came back into her room and inquired, "You feeling alright Mercy? You look rather pale."

Mercy glanced at her skin noticing it was a little whiter than normal. Maybe she was just getting sick or something and responded, "I don't see what's so funny."

"Well, there's your hair too, it looks different…in color."

"You did something to me didn't you?" Mercy demanded turning and facing the decepticon leader full on.

Megatron suddenly went defensive and said, "Go to bed Mercy."

"What did you do to me?"

"Nothing…you'll just…be a little…different in the morning," Megatron remarked having a hard time finding the right words.

"What did you do?" she was nearly screaming.

Megatron got up from the couch, grabbed her by her auburn hair, and hoisted her up to his height. "I said go to bed," he snarled angrily and let Mercy go.

Mercy landed on her feet with tears in her eyes. Her hair was messed up now, but that didn't matter to her. Her scalp felt like it had been torn in two from him doing that to her, it burned. Angrily, Mercy kicked him in the shin and turned to her bed. Once she settled in, Megatron turned out the light and returned to the sofa where he sat.

He would hear her sniffle from time to time. And even though Megatron couldn't see her through the darkness, he knew she was crying. She had her back to him; that much the decepticon leader could tell. "Mercy, quit blubbering and go to sleep," he said.

"Go to hell," she cried angrily back, "Go back to that void where you came from and rot."

Megatron couldn't hold his anger back after Mercy said that and got up from the sofa where he was seated and seized Mercy's throat with both hands. "Don't ever say that again," he threatened with every hint of anger in his voice, "I would've killed you right now if I didn't have to keep you alive."

Mercy looked into his blue optics that were piercing into her eyes, she was terrified, and hoped that he couldn't see it. Instead of succumbing to his wrath she stated, "I have a feeling you would've killed me long before now."

That seemed to calm Megatron down a bit as he loosened his grip some and said, "You're lucky Mercy, you're so lucky."

Mercy decided to level with him for now and whispered, "I'm sorry."

After some reluctance, Megatron let her go and simply sat on the edge of her bed. "I can't wait until all this is over and I can just forget about you," he confessed.

Mercy frowned and asked, "Why can't you have me dead?"

"Your survival is key to my revival."

"Explain."

"If you die, I can never be brought back into existence as a normal transformer. I'll remain trapped in that void forever," Megatron told.

Mercy was silent for a few moments then said; "I feel no pity for you."

"You're an idiot," Megatron replied returning to the sofa, "Now go to sleep."

"You're just like everyone else," Mercy sighed before falling asleep.

Megatron was left glowering in the darkness.

Mercy awoke the next morning lying on her back. Something was different. First of all, she never awoke lying on her back; it was very uncomfortable for her to even sleep on her back. Secondly, her chest didn't hurt at all from where Megatron had inflicted utmost pain upon her. Third, Megatron was sound asleep on the sofa gently snoring.

Rolling her eyes, Mercy got out of bed, but she didn't have to go to the bathroom. She tried to go of course, but only succeeded in failing. Knowing something was wrong; Mercy looked in the bathroom mirror…and screamed.

Her hazel eyes were now pale blue, her skin, which had been pale before, was now deathly white. Her figure was the same, but the change that had startled her the most was her hair. Before, her auburn hair was grown so it went half way down her back. Now her lavender hair fell just below her buttocks. And this had all happened overnight.

"MEGATRON!" she shouted through clenched teeth when she marched angrily back into her room.

Megatron's optics flickered online. He smirked when he saw Mercy, "Aw how cute, you got my face."

"What did you do to me?" she snarled with bloodlust in her eyes.

"I made you immortal."

Mercy was ready to faint, "Immortal? I don't want to live forever."

"Well, what's done is done, you can't go back, only forward."

"Like I've never heard that one before. What did you do to me?" Mercy repeated herself in a demanding tone.

"I made you an android using my energy field and dark powers…I just didn't think you'd get my looks too, but all this has its benefits though."

Mercy crossed her arms, "How so?"

"For one, you're a lot more powerful. You don't have to eat anymore, or go to the bathroom. Your flesh has become metallic, your insides are functioning machinery, and your bones are now titanium. Your blood is energon, and you'll drink unleaded oil on a daily basis to keep your energy levels up, and since you're more resistant to heat and cold now, the hair on your arms and legs and other places I will not mention are no longer there," Megatron explained.

"At least I won't have to shave anymore," Mercy thought then said, "And just how am I going to get unleaded oil?"

"I'll provide it for you. Anymore questions?"

When she looked him in the optic, that's when she first noticed it. A slight dizziness hit her and left as suddenly as it came. Then she felt it…an utmost urge to burn something. To light a match to her pain and watch it burn away, but this urge was traveling through her veins—circuits and being deposited in her core.

"I should probably mention one thing," Megatron spoke up suddenly not noticing her changed expression, "With my dark energy and powers inside you—

"You burned my flesh and I didn't like the smell," Mercy said suddenly changing the topic.

Megatron was confused by her statement but decided to play along, "And?"

"I've changed my mind."

"I beg your pardon?"

"I want to smell their flesh as it burns."

"Whose Mercy?"

"My classmates," she explained hungry for the smell, "I'm going to burn them."

Creepy…gross maybe, but I'm liking this. No, Mercy can't transform she's not a transformer. She's an android like it says in the story. By the way, this chapter is longer than the first two chapters combined. I've been trying to capture Megatron's character for this story, please review and tell me if I am or not.