Just so you guys know, Straxus is going to die later in the story, how though, I need help with. Any suggestions?
Disclaimer: I do not own Transformers is belongs to Hasbro, nor do I own the universe I'm using, it's Demyrie's.
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Chapter 21: Lost
Megatron stared at Orion, blinking as the words sunk into his head. What the hell did he want to talk about that caused him to look so inanimate and blank?
Orion pulled him close, to his chest, and led him towards the couch, sitting down and pulling him on top of him. He held his hand, not making any eye contact with Megatron, like he was afraid to look him in the eye. Megatron was concerned. He's never seen Orion like this, so...so careful and timid.
He tilted Pax's face back around to look at him, "What is going on? Why are you acting like this?
Orion bit his bottom lip gently at he looked Megatron right in the face, before he took a bracing breath, "It's...about Straxus."
Ever inch of the skin on the silver haired man's arms was covered in goosebumps and his entire body tensed at the mere mention of that name. He stared at Orion, with slightly widened grey eyes.
"What about him?" he hissed.
Pax tensed a bit, before answering, "I saw him today at a bar. The fucking moron was drunk."
Megatron averted the blue eyes, not wanting to look into them, "What did he say to you?"
Mentally, he begged to whatever force of the universe was at work, Please. Please tell me he didn't find out.
Arms tightened around his waist, as Orion shook gently, as if trying to find the right words to say, one's that wouldn't upset the man he loved, but would fit the whirlwind of emotions in his head.
He closed his eyes, and simply pressed his forehead to Megatron's chest.
"...Did he rape you?" he asked, through the gritted teeth of an angry man.
The reaction was immediate. Megatron scrambled out of his reach, and stepped away, looking like he had been slapped in the face when those words left his mouth.
"Uh...um...I..." Megatron looked nervous, it was almost unbecoming of him, "H-How...why...?"
Orion stood up, reaching out his hands to touch the man before him. They were slapped away immediately, when he tried to take the shaking hands in his.
"Get away," Megatron hissed.
He was like an animal, lashing out when feeling trapped or scared. He was backing away from the confused Orion, holding himself. Why? Why did this have to happen to soon? Just when he thought they could be together, THAT had to come up, it's only been a week since they had gotten back together.
His heart swelled against his chest, and he felt fear. So much fear...
"Megatron, please..." Orion whispered, concern laced in his gentle voice, "Let me help you."
His grey eyes widened, "I'm fine..." he said shakily, trying to stop himself from trembling, "See?"
"All I see is fear," Pax answered, his voice gentle, but his tone firm.
He flinched away. He reached up, placing his hands on his head. He yelled as fragments of what he's spent years trying to forget filled his mind.
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He couldn't move. Why couldn't he move? He was fine just a few minutes ago...
Hands smoothed down his back, and felt him. He wanted to smack them away, but his body didn't obey him.
A hand clamped over his throat squeezing hard enough to bruise and pin him down, as his mouth a ravaged, his lips being bitten into, and bleeding harshly. He tried to bite back, but it only ended with him being punched in the face, leaving him with a forming black eye. He tried to move away, but he was slow and sluggish.
He wanted to get away...he didn't want to hurt anymore...why was he being hurt? What had he done wrong...?
"Don't be scared, my precious," that lecherous voice hissed against his abused lips.
"Anh...uh..." He only whimpered helplessly, feeling the tears begin to flow. He wanted to shout no, wanted to scream for help, but his mind was so muddled and helpless.
He let out a choked sob, as his assailant leaned in towards him and then...
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"NO!" he shouted, pulling away, and curling into himself. He knocked a lamp over, causing it to fall in front of a very concerned and shocked Orion, "No, don't make me remember!"
Pax was at a loss of what to do, and yet he knew that he had to do something to calm Megatron down.
"Love...Love, please..." he walked forwards slowly, like he had when he approached Grimlock, when the dog was a puppy and was in the kennel, "It's me. It's Orion, and I'm not going to hurt you. Please, love, I'm here..."
Megatron put his hands over his mouth, leaning against the wall, breathing heavily and harshly, as adrenaline and fear began to make him become hysterical.
"Megsy, please..."
"Don't..." he choked out.
He couldn't let him touch him. He just couldn't. Old emotions, he thought had long since been depleted, returned, and he suddenly felt filthy. Used. Disgusting.
Absolutely worthless...
"Babe, I want to help," Orion whispered, now only a few steps away from him. He wanted to hold him. To comfort him, tell him everything would be all right, that nothing was going to harm him now that he was there.
He was so close to touching him. Megatron couldn't allow it. Couldn't allow his filth to touch Orion, his shame, everything he wanted to never touch the ones he loved.
"No...I'm filthy..." he hissed, backing away, as tears flowed down his cheeks, "Filthy," he hissed, before he pulled his hands from his head and held himself.
Pax remembered scenarios like this. He had to deal with victims of assault of every kind, who came to report it, or were dragged in and convinced to tell them. But this...this felt different. It was done to Megatron, one of the strongest people he had ever known.
Seeing him like this, but not being allowed to do anything tore and twisted into his very being.
"You're not filthy my love," he said, but didn't reach for him, not until he was certain he actually needed it, "You're just hurt. Please...let me help you..."
"NO! DON'T TOUCH ME!" Megatron roared, "I don't need your pity! I don't need your disgust or sympathy! Just GET OUT!"
Pax didn't move. He gave Megatron a hard look, "I'm not leaving you like this."
Megatron pressed himself to the wall, as Pax reached out for him.
"Please, I love you so much, and I can't just stand here and do nothing when you're like this," he whispered, resting a hand on Megatron's shoulder.
Megatron just shook, like a scared animal being caught.
Then, he just bowed his head, "How can you look at me?"
The older man blinked in confusion, "What kind of question is that?" he whispered.
"I mean, how can you just look at me and not feel disgusted with me," Megatron hissed, "How can you bare the sight of me, when you know I let myself be used by that bastard, and was too weak to stop him?"
Orion felt a rush of anger, but he held it back. He could save it for later, if he ever saw that man again, who had driven Megatron into this state.
"You were raped Megatron. I have had to deal with many other people who have suffered the same situation you are in now," he sighed, "It's painful. You feel worthless for a while. Like no one could ever love you," he felt his lover shake, and close his eyes, the tears flowing freely now, "But you're wrong. I love you. You're the most beautiful person in existence."
For a moment the two men just stood there in silence. One kept his head bowed, staring at the floor, tears dripping from his face to the carpet.
Then Megatron looked up, looking at Pax, biting his bottom lip.
And Pax saw everything. The pain, the self-loathing, everything. And he wanted to make it all disappear, like he should have done had he stayed in Brazil with him.
"Please...I love you so much..." Orion whispered, wrapping his arms around Megatron's waist, and pulling him close.
Megatron tensed, and pulled himself out of the embrace.
"Leave..." he whispered, "...I...I just need to think. I just want to be alone for a while. Please."
Pax stared at him for a moment. Then, with a lot of reluctance, he picked up his jacket, and put it on. He gave Megatron one final look of sadness, before he left.
The moment the door closed, Megatron stood there a moment. Then, he broke down, covering his face, and sliding to the floor resting his head on his knees, and sobbed into them.
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He was lost. He had only gone down seven or eight blocks, and already he was lost!
Lil' Megs looked around, hoping to find a route that might lead him either to Cyclonus or home. If he had thought things through first, he would have remembered that he had no idea where Cyclonus lived to begin with, and now he was in some unknown part of the city, alone. He was cold, and a few minutes ago, he felt a small hunger pain echo and twang against his stomach.
With a whine, he kept on walking. If he was lucky, he might find an adult to help him out.
"Psst!"
He looked up at the sound.
"Psst! Yo, kid! Over here!" a voice whispered.
Lil' Megs looked over, blinking in confusion, as he looked into an alleyway. He saw a hunched figure in it, covered by the shadows.
"Who're you?" he asked.
"Hey kid, you wanna make some money? Huh? I can give you a really good job."
"What're you talkin' about?" Lil' Megs pouted in confusion.
The shadow transformed into the shape of a person. It looked like a tall man.
"Look, you a runaway?"
Lil' Megs blinked in confusion, "No. I'm just looking for Mr. Cyclonus. My Daddy's been really sad lately, and I'm trying to make him feel better. Cyc always makes my Daddy feel better..."
The man before him just stared at him, "Who is your daddy?"
"Galvatron," Lil' Megs said, not realizing the danger of giving a stranger the name of one of your family members, "He named me after my grandpa, Megatron!" he said proudly, "He's the head of this big company, called D-con!" he said a bit excitedly.
The stranger before him just stood there, before he knelt down in front of the boy.
"C'mere kid. I got something for ya."
Lil' Megs walked forwards, curious of what this stranger had to offer him. Next thing he knew, a cloth, with some bad smell was being pressed over his mouth.
He yelled, before everything went black.
The stranger stepped into the light, standing over the unconscious child.
"Hmmph. You'll make the perfect bargaining chip for your Gramps, kid," he purred, before picking him up, "I'll get you nice and cleaned up, and then..."
*Cl-click*
The man froze, when he felt the hard end of a gun pressed to his head.
"You've got three seconds to let go of the kid, Wildrider," a voice snarled.
He placed the boy down immediately, before he turned around, smiling nervously, "H-hey Straxus, whaddup?"
Straxus huffed, before he shoved Wildrider away, and then picked up the boy himself, humming softly.
"He's coming with me," he said gently. Then he snapped around, "And if I catch you or any other drugee around here again, I'll shoot you, without a word."
Wildrider nodded, before he bolted.
Straxus sneered after him, before he looked down at the child he carried.
He smirked, "So you're Megatron's grandson are you?" he caressed the soft black hair, "Hmm. You maybe the key to me getting Megatron back to warm my bed."
He chuckled, before he turned and disappeared with the child into the alleyways.
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Galvatron he stood in front of his son's bedroom door, looking guiltily at it.
He felt horrible for ignoring his son for a whole three days because of a break up. Sighing heavily, he opened the door to check in on him, holding some pizza and soda for his son's dinner.
"Baby?" he said, smiling, hoping to see him resting peacefully.
His smile disappeared, and changed to a look of bewilderment, when he saw an empty, unkempt room. He looked around, before checking the bathrooms, the living room, the kitchen. His bewilderment turned to slight panic, as he went through the closets and cupboards. He called Darksky and his other neighbors to see if his son was there, but none had seen him.
Now, he was one hundred and thirty percent panicking.
"Lil' Megs? Sweetie! Baby! Where are you? MEGATRON!" he ran outside, screaming his son's name.
Where was he? WHERE WAS HIS BABY?
He began gasping and clutched his head to think of where his son had gone. He took a moment to think.
Then he gasped in realization and horror; His baby had gone out on his own.
Galvatron sprinted back inside, to his kitchen, and grabbed the phone. He called the first person that came to mind.
After three rings, someone picked it up.
"Hello?" came the tired voice.
"Cyc! Cyc help me, please..." he shook gently, fear for what might be happening to his darling right now.
"Galvatron? What is it? What's wrong?"
If he hadn't been so scared for his son's safety, he would have been touched by Cyclonus' concern.
"Lil' Megs is missing..." he hissed.
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