Machine

Chapter One

"L...u...c...y..."

It was then when she lost consciousness. Megatron's metal hand kept her from falling forward, yet her body was limp and nearly lifeless. He noticed beforehand that she was already wounded, and found the injury on her left temple. She had already lost a lot of blood, yet that wasn't what had sparked Megatron's interest. The first one, of course, was her appearance. The neanderthals of this planet were overall disgusting, hairy and filthy creatures that were all hunched over and overall, fairly stupid. Megatron slid his hand around her arm and placed it onto her back, allowing the girl to limply lean backwards and making her figure easier to examine.

The first thing he took notice of was, asside from all the blood splattered on her, she was pale, and overall fairly groomed. She held no bodyhair save for the long, pink, waist-length strands that flowed from her head. Indeed, evolution had sculptured this human into a fair beauty. Along with his observation, he understood that she was also intelligent. She was capable of speaking, and obviously capable of understanding his words, questions and responses.

The other thing that had sparked Megatron's interest was the dead gorilla. It had just barely touched her, and without raising a finger, she annihilated it. There wasn't a weapon on her, there wasn't a single dangerous looking thing about her that looked capable of such brutal carnage. So, how did it happen? He did recall that the ape had touched her head, and she did nothing. It was only until he touched her horns that she responded violently.

"I'll have to make a mental note on that one... yes..." he said to himself.

With that, Megatron enwrapped his metal arm around Lucy's fragile body and lifted her against his chest. He rose to his feet and took off running in the direction of the Predacon's base. The travel hadn't taken him long, yet when having the inconvinience of carrying a wounded human across that distance, he had inwardly longed for a faster method of transportation. Nevertheless, she was still bleeding and unconscious when he arrived, and he was actually surprised that she hadn't died from the bloodloss upon arrival.

The glances of the Predacons mildly disturbed him as he made it to the infirmary. He noticed that as he stepped into the ship, they all began to follow after him. And once he had placed Lucy's limp and bloody body onto the operation table, all eyes shifted from her to him.

"What is... that?" who better than Terrorsaur to start off with idiotic questions?

"What does it look like, Terrorsaur?" the leader growled, shifting into his beast form before the energon radiation damaged his robotic form.

"You spared a human?" Tarantulus's voice joined in, hissing in surprise.

"Not just yet. The human is hemmorhaging from the left temple. Make it stop." was Megatron's orders. To his discontent, his order wasn't obeyed immediately. "Well, what is it?"

"It just seems... so out of character for you, sir." Tarantulus stammered slightly.

Megatron glared and let out an annoyed roar. "What would you know about my character, Tarantulus? Obviously not enough, no. For if you had the slightest clue of what the contents of my character are, you would have obeyed my order immediately and not put me in the position where I would be tempted to obliterate you if this human dies. Now stop her hemmorhaging now!"

That was enough to get the spider's attention. Shifting into his robotic form, the Predacon approached Lucy, spotted her wound and began to operate. The other Predacons stared at Megatron with uncertainty. It was indeed very out of character for him to be so passionate about saving this human. They knew better than any creature, Autobot or Decepticon, that Megatron absolutely despised the human race. So what was it about this human that made Megatron so eager to keep her alive?

The leader of the Predacons merely watched on as Tarantulas operated on the girl. He watched on in silence, contemplating the past events. Any Decepticon in their right mind would have disposed of her in an instant after that brutal display. They would have found her too dangerous, they would have terminated her on the spot, especially if she was too weak to defend herself. Yet there was something, for lack of better terms, interesting about this human.

Her method of killing was still a mystery to him. Ontop of that, she had evolved, and grew horns. Those alone provided Megatron with plenty of questions, yet no answers. By keeping this human alive, perhaps the answers he seeked would come to him.

With that, Megatron lowered his head, yet kept his large, red optics glued onto the operation.

Keep her alive, Tarantulus... I have many things in store for Miss Lucy...