He annihilated everything he touched. A brute force untamable, ravenous for devastation. Buildings crumbled from his potency with innocent lives screaming for help that never came; insects that could be killed with a flick of the wrist.
It was in his power the world could stand still. Decepticons may possibly engulf the cities with bloodlust and cruel objectives, harvesting their rewards dead or alive. Cybertron could have lied above the atmosphere, haunting the Earth like a monster sewn together again. And among this chaos, Megatron possibly would have finally taken what he wanted upon a throne fire scorched and covered in the blood of his enemies.
Maybe it could still happen but right now, Megatron only crushed a military truck in a fit of rage. Nobody stood in his way when he wanted to devastate something despite how much money it cost to repair what he smashed. It was in his nature to destroy and that was something TRF could value.
Naturally, with such power came great responsibility. The warlord, on the other hand, thought differently. He saw the horror he caused as a treat to his ego. It was a way for him to let out all the emotions he bottled up for the greater good of his role. After all, pain and ruin quenched his thirst to eradicate the world he was stuck on with pathetic creatures who thought they were the center of the Universe.
Megatron did, however, notice humans were just as deadly as he was…though they refused to acknowledge such primal behavior. Oh what could have been? Had he secured Cybertron back in Chicago, humans would not only be slaves but some would have even been used for their intellect on going against the nature of a world since that was one of the most ruthless qualities a human could possess and deny at the same time, especially in the case of William Lennox.
The human soldier was so blind when the comparison between him and the Decepticon Leader were so obvious. He was just as dangerous but wouldn't yield to his natural programming like Megatron had. They were both just monsters of Hell, demolishing all that stood in their way for what they considered to be the best for their worlds.
It was almost like they were two sides of the same coin, as the humans would say. Irony never tasted sweeter. His human pet would soon learn just how unlimited the urge to control and terminate really was. An addiction was the best word to describe it since once he started, there was no going back.
It made Megatron wonder how long could one hide from their true nature? Didn't take him long to fall into the sick embrace of dreadful pleasure caused by the lust for destruction. So how would William fight the call of the beast?
Megatron reeled back after pummeling a poor tanker truck into a scrap pile. His mind felt at ease as he basked in the scent of the wreckage. Nothing beat the flattening of a worthless object besides the gory defeat of an Autobot. It was his drug of choice that he could always get satisfaction from. His senses caught wind that his favorite human had returned and with hidden twisted glee, he sought out his prey.
Surprisingly, Lennox didn't react to him first or his fault -stricken deed. The human just started picking on an outranked soldier instead, nearly making the latter appear defeated. That was proof enough they were similar. Megatron just wanted to wait and see when his pet would snap, even if it required aiding the breaking point along from time to time.
Eventually, Will would cave into his brutal nature and be just as vicious as the tyrant. He would demolish himself and build himself back up again just as cruel as any Decepticon would be.
Megatron destroys cities and Autobots, Lennox decimates trust and lives. Destruction was inevitable.
AN: I never realize how I stray from the first definition of the word I start the story with to another definition I end it with. Like at this point, I could be using a definition that's completely different from what I first intended and not notice it.