Now we can get back to Megatron. Be ready for some awesome flashback sequences (which are very difficult to do in writing!)
P.S. As I've written more of this story, I've also gone back and made some revisions to past chapters. I'm in the process now of reposting the newer versions. This chapter has been updated.
Megatron simply stood there, not believing his optics. There, standing before him, was the Allspark. It was unmistakable. There was the massive Cube; there were the alien glyphs; there was the most powerful artifact in Transformer history.
And it was his. All his! Megatron let out a hearty laugh unlike any laugh he had ever laughed.
Except once, not long ago. In fact, it was earlier that day.
It was when he had killed his father. The scene flashed before his eyes for the second time that day; he relived every moment of it.
"Megatron! So good to see you again!"
Every word that he and Sentinel Prime had spoken during that final meeting rang through his audio receptors as though it were actually happening right there and then.
"Father… I should have come long ago…"
He could feel the rage swelling up inside him, the fury, the betrayal, the lust for spilt energon.
"Something's troubling you."
He had been betrayed by Sentinel the day his father named the heir to his title.
"It should've been me."
Why? Why had father chosen Optimus over him?
"I don't understand…"
Why did it have to be Optimus Prime?
"Had I not always been obedient to you?"
Of course the old fool didn't answer. He'd betrayed Megatron just like all the others had.
"Did I not complete EVERY STUPID TASK you put before me?"
At home. At school. In council. Always, always betrayed!
"Son?"
Son. The very thought of their relation was like an insult to him.
"NO! You expelled me from your family the moment you handed over your name!"
Now was the time.
"Son, I did what I had to. Optimus was ready. You were not. There is more to life than obedience, my son. More than loyalty, more even than justice. You must learn to give of yourself. That was something you never understood. You must learn to love."
It was now or never.
"I could never love ANYONE! And NO ONE will EVER love ME!"
He drew his weapon.
"You're wrong, my son."
The mace went down upon his father's chest.
"I forgive you…"
Then it was over. But not over. Unsatisfied, he tore his father's corpse apart piece by piece until he reached the spark chamber. With that, in his frenzied state, he devoured the life-force of his father.
"Lord Megatron," Scrapper called, snapping Megatron out of his memory.
"What is it?" he growled, not pleased at the interruption.
"The Allspark has been fully-"
"I know!" he cut him off. He turned from the Cube and looked to the TARDIS. It was glowing suspiciously. "You feel it, too?" he wondered aloud. Megatron scooped up the TARDIS and looked into its heart once again. There, he saw his dark master. His master spoke to him through his mind; he told him how to set his master free from the temporal prison in which he was locked.
Megatron approached the Allspark and touched five of its glyphs in sequence. As he did, each symbol glowed a bright blue, growing in intensity until the entire Cube was ablaze with the light of a thousand suns.
"Yes…" came his master's voice, not from the TARDIS, but from a portal opening beside the Cube. A massive battleship emerged from the rift in time and space, his master aboard it.
An image of his face appeared on the side of the craft. It looked around for a moment, then spoke.
"Cybertron. Well… It's been a long time."
Scrapper and his team could only gaze in horror until Scrapmetal finally stammered, "Wh-What is that?"
"I," the face answered, "am The Fallen… And I have risen again!"
Megatron joined his master in a snicker of triumph.
It had begun.
In case you couldn't tell, the stuff in italics was flashbacks. Generally, they alternate back and forth between Megatron and Sentinel, but Megatron goes twice in a row a few times. Hopefully, you were able to figure out who was saying what. I hope this scene was dramatic enough (often when I write I'm not satisfied with a climactic scene, whereas those who read it love it, so it's hard for me to tell whether or not it's lacking). On another note, I encourage you all reading this to make suggestions, speculate on the future, and point out any grammatical or spelling errors (especially that last one; I hate it when I have an error and must fix it immediately due to my OCD). Sometimes when I write, someone will make a suggestion or prediction that's far better than what I happen to have in mind, so please keep the comments coming!