Okay, here is the fourth chapter, and i know it's creepily short, but I liked it this way, so bear with me, people.

Disclaimer: I don't own Megs, Prime, or any other transformers already owned by Hasbro, etc. Except You, as he/she has become known as.

Chapter 4:

My Voice

Black, yellow, red, green… This is what I'm reduced to, memorizing the color of the guard's heads as they pass by my window. I just watch them shiver when they see my stare, and as soon as their gone, I crack a grin. Sure, my recharge birth is now on the floor, since that first episode, but It's still strange how they fear me so much, yet I don't speak to then anymore, I don't even so much as toss very threatening glares at them, I wish, though. It's always hard to tell what time it was. Only rations of energon came through that door, except when I leave to meet you.

Another shadowed silhouette at the window, it paused, and continued. How many Autobots are left? And who is left? I just feel an image slip into mind, one I don't want to see now, but I need to see it, forgetting what I want, just what I need to see for myself. The familiar battle mask I always wanted to crush in my hands, those yellow eyes I'd just loved to have seen dimmed out from existent, that spark I wanted to watch squirm in my fingertips and dim out, shatters of it's light dancing off, until it was dead. That forgiving, overly merciful fool of a leader. Just letting the thought play through my head makes me feel like my skin is going to crawl away. Too kind, that fool…
"I WISH YOU KILLED ME WHEN YOU HAD THE CHANCE, YOU SLAGGER!"

My voice sounded out, but I am hoping it wasn't mine.

"You know, Megatron, I heard that you actually said something a few days ago.
72… 73… 74…
"They didn't make it out, but they said your voice was unmistakable"
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"What did you say, exactly"
78... I can just imagine your reaction if I told you, saying that I had called your renowned leader a slagger, your jaw dropping so far it should be dropping off at its hinges. You would be typing furiously for the next ten cycles without even looking up at me. I can just barely hold back a smile tugging at my lips, but I don't even think you are paying attention, looking at your computer screen like your life depended on it.
"You're free to say anything, you know. Even just a word"
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You are just like Prime… too soft for your own good. I look down at you for only a few seconds, concentrating on the scar over your cheek. It's healing well, so far, but it's still noticeable from even here.
83… 84…
"Okay than… Do you want to end the session early today?" You're trying to hide you impatience, I'm guessing, your black painted hands tapping against the edge of your desk monotonously. I don't nod, I don't even look at you, but I can still figure out where your gaze is… the picture behind my head.
"I guess…" You say for me.
You press that button underneath your desk quickly, your relief just floods after that.

Okay, a few notes: I have no real clue on what they call basic "minutes" on Cybertron, so I only assume it is a "Cycle" and a day is a "Megacycle", night is called night, and day is called day, a year is a Vorn, and a week is a week, that's it.

Oh, remember to reveiw. And... uh... Oh, yeah, Responding to reveiws.

First off, I'm sad to say I don't think Megs is acting... sniffle He's truly lost it... more than usual. And thanks for the other reveiws, but i wanted to answer that question most of all.

And Chocolate rules. Peace out. keep tuned for the next installment of my odd little story that spawned from my odd little mind.