Chapter 14

"So how did it all begin?"

This was the question Cameron asked, a question she wanted to know the answer to so bad-a question she'd kill to know the answer to, now that she can-but also a question with a dreaded and feared answer. It left Cameron's heart pounding in fear and anticipation. Cameron looked down on her lap, where she sat on the ground next to Megatron. She fiddled with her hands, deciding how to word her next sentences, trying to take in all of the details but not too much at the same time. This was an overwhelming thing, not to be taken lightly.

Megatron looked down at the human sitting on his right. She was playing with hand she never knew she even had, trying to look at it and observe its every detail to remember what it looked like if she ever woke up from this dream. But, this wasn't a dream. It was reality. And in reality, anything and everything can happen. And this was the story that surprised Megatron almost just as much as it surprised Cameron, although he would never admit it:

"The AllSpark is something no one will ever understand. It has its own mind, its own games, its own logic. No Cybertronian could ever understand its true nature, and that is why we lived in secret fear of what it would do next. We all did our part in repowering it by destroying suns, for that is what the AllSpark craved. We kept it alive for curiosity and the belief that it was our duty to, for it created us. When the war started, Cybertron's golden age was gone forever. Optimus, failing to keep the AllSpark, the Cube, from me, launched it into space. I went after it; how dare he throw away something so precious to us like that, like it was a piece of junk? I followed it to Earth where it crash landed, and so did I. But, as you may know, I crash landed in the wrong place on your planet and was frozen. Those vermin took me in and experimented on me. But they didn't know what was coming when I awoke. During the battle of Mission City, when that insect boy directed the Cube's energy directly into my spark I died, but something else happened. The AllSpark did not die. The AllSpark can never die. For whatever reason, the AllSpark's energy found a new body; and that is you. The AllSpark's energy went inside an insect being out of pity, perhaps. Of course, when I onlined again and we met face to face, I sensed it in you. My scans told me it was true. But the thing that troubled me was that when you die, the AllSpark goes into the next body it seeks. And it might not be me. So I kept you alive."

"So you're going to kill me," said Cameron. It wasn't a question. It was a statement.

"Not yet," Megatron simply replied, watching her.

"What's holding you back?"

"I need to ensure that once the AllSpark leaves you, it'll go into me. But I have yet to find a way for that to be possible."

A few moments went by before Cameron began again. "Why do you want to kill all humans, besides the obvious?"

Megatron growled, slightly annoyed. "The obvious?" he asked curiosly.

"The obvious," Cameron continued. "Besides the fact that all humans should die."

"Go on," Megatron commanded, intrigued by what this tiny creature had to say.

"Well, I wouldn't expect you to understand-"

"Go on," he ordered again, impatient.

Cameron looked up at him, then back to her lap. "Humans are fucking stupid, for one." Pause. "They kill whatever for God knows why. They are greedy and selfish and rude."

Megatron growled, liking what he heard. "Elaborate."

Cameron took a deep breath. "Like other animals. How could you hurt 'em? Stupid little bastards, but how? They have feelings, they can sense pain. And if humans were so damn smart, they would know that and not hurt them." Cameron's brain sparked with agreement, her heart hammering in rage. "And not to mention the damn Earth. No offense, but who the fuck destroys the planet they live on?" Megatron growled, but let her continue. "Humans destroyed the Earth's air, land, water, animals, and plants. And now they're apparently working on the damn atmosphere." Cameron pointed up at the sky, but Megatron's gaze never left her. "The ozone layer? Ever heard of that? They're destroying it now, too. And once that's gone, we're all doomed. And if humans were so smart, they'd stop. But they don't, because they aren't."

Cameron sighed, shaking her head. "You know, I just probably gave you another plan to kill all humanity, but I don't really give a damn right now. I just don't. They can die for all I care. Actually? I don't care. I'd fucking love it. All they do is destroy destroy destroy. They don't give a damn about anything else but themselves. So why should I care about them? All they are is greedy freaking sluts who only care about themselves and nothing else around them. It's like they want to kill everything and anyone to get their way. Hell, they're doing it already. They'd even kill the Earth if it's to get what they wanted. They would. They would. And I fucking hate them because of it."

Cameron was now gritting her teeth, scratching the ground with her new arm and bringing up sand to try to get her anger out, but it wasn't working so well. Anger boiled inside her yet again, and she realized that it didn't take much to get her really angry nowadays. She turned to Megatron with all the sarcasm she could muster. "Need I go on?"

Megatron smiled. This didn't exactly go as plan, but it was working wonderfully. "And you despise the humans?"

"As much as you do, probably even more."

"And you want them all dead?"

"I'd rather have them all not exist in the first place."

Megatron chuckled, his smile growing even wider. "That's a big thought for someone so little."

Cameron held up her new hand. "I'm not so little anymore."

They sat there in silence for a few minutes, Megatron silently thinking of a new plan, Cameron ranting on in her head about how much she hates humanity. A voice in the back of her head told her to stop, told her that what she was doing was wrong, but it seemed a mere whisper to all of the other voices in her head shouting that she was right, to go on. She took deep breaths, trying to control this raging fire in her heart. She hadn't had a real reason to be this mad in a while, and it seemed that she had so many now.

After the few minutes of silence, or heavy thinking, Cameron finally said, "So I wasn't always like this."

Megatron, taken out of his daze, looked back down at the creature by his feet. "No, you weren't. You were completely human before."

"And now I'm…half human?"

"You're part Cybertronian."

"Kinda like a cyborg?"

"…in your terms, I guess it would translate that way."

Pause. "So what now?" Cameron asked, the same question ringing through Megatron's mind.

"Tell me, do you want to save your planet?"

Cameron's head snapped up, the rage filling back inside her. She glared at Megatron. "The hell kinda question is that? Of course I do!"

Megatron ignored her insult. "And do you want to get back at humanity for all they have done?"

If Cameron still had a heart, it would've dropped. Silence ensued among them both as Cameron thought and Megatron patiently waited. Did she really want to get back at humanity? Was it really worth it?

Of course it is, a voice told her. You said it yourself. 'All humans should die.'

Yes, she countered. But is it really worth it?

Completely. Think about putting the bad guys to jail.

Except they get the death sentence.

An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth.

True. But what about Sam? And mom? And dad?

Small prices to pay for saving a planet and most of its inhabitants, don't you think?

But they'd be killed.

Nothing is perfect in this petty little world.

Neither are the humans. Cameron didn't know where all this was coming from. Was she insane, battling with a voice inside her head? But this voice said the truth. Maybe it was rubbing off on her. It was a battle that ensued in her mind between two voices; truth and uncertainty.

Killing off the humans doesn't seem as bad as you think, the voice continued.

Says you.

Says us both.

How do you know what's right and wrong, anyways?

Think about it. The humans have done nothing but bad in their existence. They have managed to destroy their planet as a single race alone. They have slaughtered millions of poor, innocent animals. If-when-they find a way to live on oxygen not produced by plants, they will kill all of the plants, because there is no use for them anymore. Just because they can. Just to build another mall. They use others. Everything and everyone is a part of their own selfish game. Nothing can stop them. Nothing stands in their path…unless you want to be.

And no one did before?

No one had the power that you now possess. You might as well enjoy it and use it while you have it. Who knows how long it could last? Once the humans find out, they'll kill you.

Cameron tensed. They will?

With no remorse. No regrets. And no mercy.

Cameron took a deep breath. Megatron sat beside her, impatiently waiting, but with no other options. He watched as the creature battled with the voices inside her head, although he could not hear their conversation. He watched her body movement, the way she reacted. The way she slowly became tense and then, finally, when she took a deep breath of her air and all the tension went away as if she finally made her decision.

Cameron swallowed and looked up at Megatron. He was watching her, waiting. "You asking me to go against humanity?"

"Why not?" Megatron asked, going along with the game. "You even provided reasons yourself."

Cameron bit on her bottom lip for a second, thinking. "But what would we do?"

"Trust me. I have a plan."

Pause. Cameron rubbed her temples for a moment, trying to rid herself of the headache she just caused. She looked back up at him. "I don't like torture, Megatron. I can't stand it."

"You have lived in a world full of silent torture your whole life," Megatron explained. "Silent pleas for help. You are nothing but used to it."

Cameron sat there, thinking. If she said yes, would there be no going back? If she changed her mind, would he kill her? Most likely. But if she said no, he'd kill her. But why would she say no? Someone has to teach humanity a lesson. And the gods need help. From a mere half human; a demigod. Was she to go through with it?

Cameron fondled her robotic arm again, thinking. Finally, after a few moments passed, she sighed in defeat. "All right," she said, her voice raspy. "I'll do it."

"So you're saying Cameron Witwicky is gone, and you tracked her to a warehouse that also had an energon signal?"

"Yes, sir. Officer Kenny Grane just called to confirm that."

"And are you sure? The Decepticons have her?"

Grammar smiled. "Unless one of your Autobots took her for a jolly ride and forgot to tell you, and bring her back."

"All of the Autobots are here and accounted for. They wouldn't do something like that."

"Any new recruits? Autobots just landing on Earth and forgot to tell Prime?"

"No, like I just said-they wouldn't do that."

Grammar's smile faded. "Then, Colonel Lennox, I'm afraid the Decepticons have her."

Lennox sighed, running a hand through his short hair. "We should've known they'd go after a liable target like her. What I don't understand is, why wouldn't they go after Sam if they had the chance?"

"Then they're planning something big. Something that involves the girl. If they had their chance at Samuel, they'd go for it-always."

"You're right." Lennox pinched the bridge of his nose, feeling a headache coming on. "We could only imagine what they want-or what they're doing to her right now."

"Wouldn't the Autobots have a clue?"

Pause. "Probably, probably not. You never know. I'll run it by Optimus. Thank you for calling, Ronald."

Grammar sighed. "Good luck, Lennox."

Lennox clicked off the communication. After years of not hearing from the big-time Decepticons, this is their plan? Use the girl? They're really coming down on the world after the death of The Fallen. Has Megatron hit rock bottom?

Groaning, Lennox began walking to the Autobot hanger. He walked over to the familiar semi-truck with a determined look on his face. The other Autobots in the hanger were being trained to deal with the humans, since they were helping fight the bad ones. There had been less and less Decepticons causing trouble out there, the only recent one being Shockwave with his driller-and that was just yesterday. Other Decepticon sighting have been diminished even before then. So, without a thing to do, the government has asked N.E.S.T. to aid them in human conflicts. And they were just fine with that.

"Optimus?" Will asked, coming to a stop a few feet away from the vehicle. "I have bad news."

Author's Note: Hey, it's me again! Well of course, I'm the author! ^o^ Am I on a roll or what? Well, now you know what Cameron is. And now, Sharta, I am sorry to inform you that she is NOT a mutant bunny. =D Anywho, thank you for reading and please review! The next few chapters (I haven't written them yet, but they are planned. I usually write a chapter and then upload it.) are going to be either rated T or M. Not that they are sexual or something, *shivers*, but they are...not gore-ish, but...mature. Sorry, I don't know how to word this. -_- But, whatever. Thank you again and 'stay tuned!'