X. Abscessus
Persephone slowly munched on the biscuits she had bought, forcing herself to not puke the food. She didn't feel like cooking... not even eating, but she knows she needs to at least munch on something.
That should be enough.
She buried herself beneath the safety of her covers, turned away from the warlord's body as she hid underneath them.
Persephone knows he won't make fun of her, she knows that he probably understands; but she couldn't help the heavy weight on her chest.
Because what if he was just being nice? What if he was saying what he said so she'd quit crying like a fucking baby? God, it was so embarrassing! She was being annoying. She was being a burden. She was just becoming everyone's problem at this point–
Persephone sobs, lips trembling as she curled into herself, and spiraling downwards into a whirlpool that contains her thoughts. She wanted nothing more but to just... disappear.
There was a lump in her throat, something she's familiar with— the whole situation was familiar with her—when she wants nothing more but to stop herself from oversharing and making things awkward.
She didn't want anyone to treat her like glass.
Her fingers were starting to feel weird; numb and trembling as she hid beneath the covers. Persephone sniffled as she closed her eyes, fighting the urge to cry. But her eyelids grew warm as tears gathered and fell down her face, shaking in her place, and wanting nothing more but to apologize.
It was getting hard to breathe
It became suffocating to the point she had to kick the covers away. It felt like her head had broken through the water, inhaling the sweet oxygen her lungs had desired, and not even the cold had bothered her as she curled into a ball once more.
She's so overcome with emotion, the final flimsy thread that was holding her together finally snapping. Persephone didn't understand why she was acting like this. Why was she the way she is?
Why?
Why?
Why?
Persephone inhaled quickly, grabbing her chest while she craned her head slightly upwards; as if she's trying to keep her head from going back under the tides.
Not this again.
Her heart beats in her chest rapidly, so much so that she feared it would tore through the flesh of her breast and escape its place. How was it that she's breathing but the air lacked oxygen? Persephone didn't know what to do when she started to hear the blood pumping inside of her head.
The feeling grips her, trapping her in an infinite state of paralysis when some long forgotten primal instinct of fear had awoken; while the uncomfortable knot in her ribs seemed to pull her bones together, crushing her lungs and making it hard to breathe.
It didn't help the fact that her mind chanted- screamed if she was honest—that she was going to die.
She's going to die.
She's going to die.
She's going to die.
She's going to die.
She's going to die.
Persephone could hear someone saying something, but she couldn't understand them. She couldn't hear them properly. They sounded muffled, like voices she would hear echoing when Persephone was underwater.
Persephone's head spun when she felt her body being moved, something tugs at her wrists but the joints of her body locked.
She doesn't understand why she's like this.
Persephone chucks it up to just being really upset, especially when she could see herself crying and whimpering—like she always does.
Everything feels so... unreal.
She wants to stop crying, Persephone hated it when she cried because it seemed to twist her face in such a horrid manner. It's like playing a video game but it's in first person's point of view, but she could hear, and see herself weeping. She's just... watching herself, like she's on the corner of the bed and totally disconnected from her own meat bag of a body.
Persephone could see Megatron pulling herself to sit up, watching him as he tried to help her.
Shame bubbles in her chest, simmering violently.
He shouldn't have to deal with this at all.
Her head plops to her hand, leaning into it as she watches them—herself and Megatron. A grimace makes itself known on her face as she watches herself sob and be... pathetic.
This is so embarrassing.
"–Ephone." She jolts when she suddenly finds Megatron in front of her. Her eyes looked around, realizing that she was where she had been sitting, crying her eyes out. "Persephone?" The softness in his voice, something she didn't even know he was capable of, surprised her.
"Water." Her voice hoarse, throat painful when she spoke; wincing at the unpleasant feeling.
He disappeared, before swiftly returning with a mug full of water. Megatron's hand was then placed on her back; rubbing soothing circles.
Wordlessly and still sniffling, she accepted his offer. Her hands trembling and numb as Persephone drank from the glass.
The cold water was soothing, she could feel it going down her throats and into her belly; washing away her sorrows despite her own body still weighing like bricks. Persephone gave back the glass, laying down.
"I'm sorry," She said, looking anywhere but at him. "That was embarrassing of me."
"Fret not, for it is alright. You did not inconvenience me in the slightest." His words triggered the tears again. She was relieved that he wasn't. "What happened?"
Persephone shrugged. "Oh, the usual," She explained. "Just... normal human things. Crying at random and feeling like I can't breathe; like I'm dying." Persephone shook her head, snickering. "And then I just separate from my body, you know? Kind of like I'm watching a really weird movie." She laughed when she saw the horrified look on his face. "Don't worry! All humans do that from time to time."
He was silent, a worried look fixed on his face and then he spoke, "I see... How long have you been experiencing such a... phenomenon?"
"That's literally like asking me how long I've been breathing," Persephone said, taking a sip of water.
Can't blame him... he didn't exactly know much about humans.
"I'll be keeping a close eye on you," Megatron huffed, before taking the mug out of her grasps and tucking her back into bed. "Rest. It is obvious that you need it. You are no use to me if you are dead."
Persephone laughed. "I won't die from a fever."
He looks at her with a scrutinizing gaze. "Perhaps, if it was a normal human fever." His voice sounded tired, like he lacked sleep. "You are sick. Rest is necessary."
"I know." She sighed, nuzzling her face in the pillow.
"According to the internet, human fever usually lasts up to three days." He tells her, looking away from her for a brief moment. "Yours has been going on for days—eight solar cycles to be specific."
"Okay, and?"
"If it is still present after three days, even if it is a slight fever, then it means that it is serious."
He's right.
She knows he's right and she hated that he was right. Persephone feels worse and worse every day. Her body still felt heavy, her muscles ached even at the slightest movement. Not to mention she's mostly asleep for the most part.
The worst part was that her head started to spin. And the only thing she could think of was closing her eyes as the inner walls of her mouth started to taste salty. Persephone took a deep breath, slowly exhaling and repeating the process.
Her insides seemed to climb up her throat, a weird metallic flavor greeting her tongue.
Blood.
Panic starts to fry her nerves, that even the slightest movement against the covers seemed to feel like needles pricking her skin. What was happening to her?
"How are you feeling?"
How strange. She thinks to herself. To feel the air inside the lungs vanish and be replaced by blood.
Not that she knew how it felt, but it might as well happen seeing as she couldn't breathe properly. The fact that she wanted to puke didn't help at all.
"I..." The sentence trailed off of her lips.
She wanted to say she was fine, that she'd get back up in her feet in no time, but Persephone didn't want to insult Megatron's intelligence by acting like she was fine; he was a warlord, he'd easily figure out if she was lying, he's fucking smart and she's a little pissed that she can't exactly downplay what she's feeling right now. Self-preservation and fear screamed at Persephone, however; her heart hammering in her chest as she stared into his crimson optics.
As she was about to speak, the liquid in her throat had decided to flood her mouth. Persephone kicked the covers away immediately, gathering every strength she had left before pushing her body to roll on to the ground.
Her knees and hands weakly supported her as the liquid gravitated to the earth beneath her, the sensation of something escaping her throat making her uncomfortable; Persephone gagged her life out.
Her long hair was suddenly lifted from the ground, away from her own vomit. It's a little useless since it's already been stained by her own rejected fluids, but appreciated nonetheless. A cold and gentle hand rubbing her back in soothing circles.
Her eyes unable to see things clearly, the woman's mind processing the liquid in front of her. It looked dark and almost black.
She tried to look at her side, craning her head slightly to look on the ground beside her. Persephone could make out something metal kneeling from her peripheral view despite her blurry vision
It was only for a swift moment before her body runs her over with the need to heave her stomach out; eyes closing shut on instinct.
The putrid scent wafts in the air like pungent ozone, making her nauseous. The aftertaste was even worse; it tasted like liquor, sour, bitter and blood mixed together and it lingered in her mouth. Her throat ached, similar to when she had puked out something spicy back in her college years.
She wipes her tears with her arms, spitting out the remains from her mouth.
Weird.
Persephone stops in her place when her gaze lands on the ground.
There, on the ground, was a liquid of dark color. They looked like coffee grounds, with a mixture of something dark red. But despite the almost-black colors, contrasting them was the color purple.
Glowing as the streaks of purple seemed to spread like lightning going through the sky or like how the veins beneath her skin started to glow–
What?
Persephone looked at her hands, trembling as her eyes took in the sights of the purple beneath her skin.
She screamed.
Persephone opened her eyes slowly. It was dark, cold when she pushed her body to sit up. She checked her phone, seeing that it was two in the morning.
She sighed, slumping forward.
The fire had died out and she pulled the blankets closer to herself. Megatron would probably replace that in the morning. She plops back to her back, a sigh escaping her lips.
"How am I supposed to live, love, and laugh in these conditions?" Persephone groaned as her eyes got too heavy to stay open.
There was the sound of someone shuffling, loud thuds could be heard as metal clashed against metal. "Have you roused from recharge?" Megatron's voice pierced through the silence.
She thinks for a moment before she answers, "... No."
"Interesting. I wasn't aware humans were capable of communicating normally when they are in a deep stasis. How is it that you're able to do that?"
"Probably magic."
Her sights locked on to a pair of bright red eyes that glowed in the darkness. Silence hung over them, before they laughed. Persephone's laughter, however, was short-lived when a sharp pain struck through her.
She groaned at the uncomfortable sensation, clutching her chest. Megatron materialized immediately in front of her, making her jump in her seat as he kneeled down to her level; his hands hovering over hers. Persephone was still not used to the fact that a mini version of him could just pop out of nowhere.
"You are... changing." Megatron stated.
"That's ominous and it isn't really helping me. Thank you." Persephone gives him a tight-lipped smile.
"You barely look normal... in human terms. Your wires are glowing, including the ones on your faceplates, femme."
"By wires, you meant nerves and veins... right?"
"Yes."
"Ew! That's gross!"
The warlord laughed at her, before placing himself beside her. The mattress dipping where he sat. "How are you feeling?"
"Worse than before," Persephone muttered, eyes closing as she sighed. "I hate being sick. This is so stupid." Megatron gazed at her softly, which made a weird vibration in her chest.
"You know, I have read it somewhere that humans tend to be at ease when someone is soothing them... like a pet." He pats his lap, invitingly.
Her brain short-circuited because no way she heard him right. "I'm sorry, what did you just say?!"
"Lay your head down on my lap, I will soothe you to help you ease the pain." He said, the tone of his voice leaving no room for argument. "It is an order from your superior, human."
She smiled, shaking her head. "Yeah, um... I'd like to report abuse of power." Regardless, Persephone obliged as she put her pillow on his lap; because no way in hell was she laying down at all those metal. Her head lands on the pillow, looking away as her cheeks burned.
"Is... this okay?" She asked, flustered.
"Perfect." He purred.
Persephone bit her lip, uncertain of his actions. She glanced at him which only made her cheeks burn hotter.
He's looking at her in such a fond manner—the same look she had seen in her past lover's face.
It made her... uncomfortable which resulted in her gaze gravitating anywhere but him. His fingers touched her forehead, cold and refreshing making her jump at the first contact before her eyes flutter shut as she leaned into his touch. Persephone hears a chuckle out of him, like a child when a rabbit does something that amuses them.
His fingers run through her hair, stopping to untangle the curls that stopped him from doing so smoothly. She huffed in amusement.
Persephone knew something is... wrong with her.
Because first of all, who would be normal to experience butterflies at the thought of a robotic alien who can transform into a vehicle and is a warlord petting them gently? Most of all, who would be normal to feel like they're on cloud nine when the fantasy turned into a reality?
She hated the fact that the stupid school girl crush she had for him was coming back with a vengeance. She also hated the fact that a mere touch from him seemed to just... feel good. Surprising, yes, but it felt good.
It's like being thirsty for days and finally seeing an oasis where you could drink water.
Persephone just couldn't get enough of him.
Every single chance—being held by him or any physical contact between them—that presented itself, she took.
She doesn't know what goes in his head. What he's thinking. For all she knows, he could be plotting her demise despite the soft look on his face.
"I wonder, what goes on in that twisted, pitiful little organic processor of yours?" his voice pulls Persephone out of her endless, spiralling thoughts.
Her breath hitches in her throat as his hand descends from her hair to the side of her head. His fingers placed behind her neck, his thumb resting against the middle of her throat. Megatron could easily crush her windpipe, capable of hurting her if he chose to do so.
It was a terrifying thought... and dare she say exciting.
"Human stuff," She answered breathlessly. "Nothing you should worry about with that smart big brain of yours." Persephone finds herself saying, sighing. The stinging cold from his fingers against her flesh was pleasant. "... but I sometimes wonder if it was anyone else in my shoes, would you show them this type of kindness?"
"You think what I am showing you is kindness?"
"Well... yeah. You haven't screamed at me in days, you're taking care of me while I'm sick even though I'm technically considered as a soldier."
There was a pause, silence hanging above them.
After a minute or so, he responded. "No. No, I will not show them such... kindness. Had it been anyone else in your place, perhaps they will live... but not as long as you have."
"Genuine question. Why did you let me live? Even before you found out about where I came from. I assumed you hated organics. So, why didn't you kill me instead?"
She looked at him just as he closed his eyes, nervous as she waited for his answer. His thumb tracing upwards, resting on her cheek.
"It's because... you intrigue me." Fascination coated his words which came off... incredibly alluring, the soft hint of favoritism gets her excited.
Her heart quickens. "How? I don't exactly understand how I intrigue you."
Megatron chuckled, gazing down at her; amused at her confusion. "It is simple, really." He cooed condescendingly. "The reason I have granted you the privilege of living is because you are of use to me; because I desired to do so. You have proved to be a decent entertainment for me, especially when there's nothing else to do here."
"I'm sure any human from my world could intrigue and amuse you. Especially if you gave them a chance. Who knows, maybe you'd meet someone better than me, who's more valiant and stubborn—who'd probably scream their heads off when they see you. I'm sure that would be amusing for you, my Lord. I'm... I'm not that important," Persephone reasoned as tears pricked the corners of her eyes, repeating the words that had been drilled so deep into her brain ever since she was a child that blossomed into a terrifying flower in her teenage and adult life.
She was no 'señorita' nor was she special. Her aunts had always told her that their mother could easily give birth to another child and replace her, like she never existed in the first place. Persephone knows this isn't real; she tells herself it isn't real.
But her importance was not really high. She was just... her. A pitiful human being in a planet. The world would continue to move if she died, time won't stop to mourn her death.
If she had died, her place could be easily replaced.
She wasn't important.
" I decide that," Megatron growled, deep and loud; yet sincere. "I am not interested in any human. Your kind can mimic each other, I'm sure there are plenty of humans who are exactly like you, however; I am interested in you."
Her lips tremble, feeling the warm trail of tears going down her face. Persephone couldn't help but feel overcome with emotion as his words pierced whatever self-deprecating thoughts she had—effectively silencing them.
He cares about her.
Megatron cared.
She sobs, placing her hand on his as she pressed herself against the metal servo that cradled her head. "Megatron," Persephone breathed out. "Thank you... You don't know how much that means to me." The cold sting of his hands didn't bother her one bit.
"I'm sure it does," Megatron grins at her as his voice sends a shiver down her spine, making her shiver in delight; bearing his shark-like teeth at her. "After all, we have a plan to fulfil before we part ways in the end, no?"
And that in a sense hurts her. After he gets Cybertron, she gets to live a peaceful life in her little cottage away from civilization—away from anyone. His touches, their little banter... how could she let go of it so easily when her head is laying on his lap while he caresses her face; the way he looks down at her with such an adoring face.
How could she easily let go of that?
No, she can't.
No one had been this kind to her. Her family is there and she knows they care about her, and she returns the sentiment. But this... whatever this is that he does to her, that was borderline romantic.
Her lovers were nice and kind, but after a few days they drifted apart. Persephone had lost count of how many lovers she had—how many times her heart was broken. Yet, the warlord before her was so... caring.
He didn't have to help her while she was sick. But he did.
He didn't have to treat her like a person. But he did.
He didn't have to indulge her desire to speed on the highway. But he did.
He didn't have to let her live and allow her to just casually refer to him by his name. But he did.
The attention that he gave to her was making her head swim, making her feel like she's floating and the soothing current of the water was washing over her.
It was... intoxicating.
So, how could she possibly live without that. Now that she has experienced the feeling of being wanted by someone other than her family, Persephone knows she can't just settle living alone anymore.
"Thank you... for taking care of me while I'm sick. But... It's just..." She steals a look from him, immediately averting her gaze at the confusion on his face; this was embarrassing. "Is it weird... that... that I like it when you take care of me... that I want you to take care of me even if I'm not sick?" Persephone trembles, unsure of how he would react. Of what he would say.
She holds her breath, anticipating the apprehension from the warlord; the degrading remarks about the provocative undertones of her request.
The thought itself frightens her... and it excites her.
"You want me to take care of you?" She could hear the smirk from his voice, bemused at her silly question when he repeated her words. "Like a pet?"
There it is. Her heart was hammering in her chest.
Persephone doesn't trust her voice to answer, fearing that she might back out and dissect her request into something else. So, she nods her head very slowly. It was twisted to think of wanting to be a pet, wanting to be cared for.
And then he laughs at her, genuinely laughing. His shoulders shook as he did so. Persephone wanted nothing more but to be buried beneath the ground because this was not how she expected him to respond. She expected him to push her away and tell her how disgusting she was, and yet here he was laughing at her, pulling her closer to him.
"My, my. I didn't expect such a... request from you," The warlord finally said after his laughing fit. "But if that is what you want, I suppose I can arrange that. I see no harm in indulging your... request."
Persephone looked at him in bewilderment.
She couldn't believe it.
He actually agreed to indulge her.
"Thank your creators and teachers with gratitude," she heard Megatron's deep, guttural voice, emphasizing the way he addressed her; making butterflies fill her stomach. "You are given this chance only because I find you both useful and amusing."
Persephone sighed in relief, her body relaxing from where she lays. Persephone closed her eyes, leaning into his touch. She glanced at him through half-lidded gaze, her breath hitching at the intense look on his face.
"So... does that mean I'm your pet now, right?" She coyly asked, peering up at him.
He snorts, his thumb tracing her bottom lip which made her heart flutter. "Why, of course!" Megatron coos, a smirk painting his features. "Remember this moment for it is the event in which you are promoted from a soldier to my pet."
The hair at the back of her neck stands up, feeling a pleasing buzz in her chest at the undivided attention she was being showered with. Her childhood crush towards the warlord was getting out of hand... but he seemed eager to indulge her wishes. If she didn't know any better, she would have thought that he might have loved her.
No. Persephone chided herself. Megatron despises humans, he only finds her tolerable. Useful. Amusing. He didn't love her.
And despite her thoughts, she couldn't get enough of this—the seemingly loving touches, the soft gazes that he looks at her with. The feelings she had for him seemed to grow and grow... and she couldn't stop it.
Because she couldn't get enough of him.
Megatron found humans to be strange.
The time he spent on Earth proved them to be such a disgusting and confusing species. They were considered to be the most 'advanced' species of this planet. Despite that title, he found that half of them had a backward way of thinking while the other half was—dare he say—capable of advancing their species to a much smarter one. While gathering intel on the humans, he had come across their chaotic history, which mostly highlighted the fact that they were extremely violent.
How they didn't die out yet was so astonishing.
The Autobots had beaten them in creating an alliance with the humans, and although he didn't exactly need them, it would have been amusing to watch the Prime struggle to not... offline them.
A missed opportunity, unfortunately.
The whole planet had turned against him and his army, reducing them into little insects that were forced to scatter. It hurt his pride and ego that humans—pathetic creatures—had managed to defeat them.
If he pressed on to fight them, he would have offlined. It didn't matter for now. Retreating left a bitter taste in his mouth, but Megatron knew he had to redo his plan.
Even if it had to take him a little while, it was fine. In his time on this miserable planet, he had grown impatient.
Now look where that got him.
He needed a plan. One where his victory was secured. The sparklings weren't much of a fuss, but they added to his list of worries. They had grown from when he first saw them, now capable of communicating through clicks and whirrs. Curious little being that he had grown fond of.
Then, there was Persephone.
If he was being honest, despite the strange occurrences on her body, he still viewed her as... a tolerable human.
Sure, her body rejected strange fluids and she was really weak. However, she was tolerable to manage.
A human that popped out of nowhere at the brink of death within his parameters. When she had awoken from stasis, she wasn't scared at all. He found it to be strange.
Within the time that he knew her, Megatron could describe her as... a quaint little human.
First of all, her name was uncommon. Human names were already strange in general and hers was the strangest he had encountered. According to his research, her name came from the goddess of Spring and Death who was abducted or had wandered down the earth and became queen of the Underworld.
Megatron had revered literature and although he hadn't read any of the humans' literature the tale of this goddess had intrigued him.
Apparently the goddess's name was Kore which meant "maiden". Then it was changed to Persephone which meant "bringer of death" or "the destroyer". An interesting tale he had come across for the first time in his life.
He found it amusing how both the human and the goddess had something in common: being in a place where they shouldn't be. In the myth, the goddess wasn't supposed to be in the Underworld and there was the quaint little human who found herself within his territory. Megatron finds himself snorting at the similarities.
Persephone was a human, standing out from the rest of her species.
The warlord had interacted with a few numbers of the human race and he found them to be so pathetic. Often bending easily to his whim. It made things easier for him, but he did enjoy breaking things.
And from what he had gathered was that the negative aspects of the species outweighed the positive ones.
The race itself was violent, selfish, dishonest, arrogant, narcissistic at best, greedy, and if he continued to list it all it would take him a decade. Persephone was no doubt different, after all; at the very core of her being she was human and her tendencies manifested in a different way.
Humans tend to be rabid when they encounter him and his kind, and yet she was so calm. As if she couldn't believe that she was seeing him. To be fair, she did come from a dimension where they were mere entertainment. However, she didn't stop to astonish him.
The human femme obviously knew what he did, what extreme measures he had committed for the cause he was fighting for. Despite the fact that many humans will die and her planet had a very high risk of being destroyed, Persephone chose to ally herself with him.
Disloyalty runs in humans. He wasn't surprised, but what did surprise him was her answer. The way her words were genuine had truly spoken to the warlord. She was eager to help, to be a part of Cybertron's history by being his guide to victory.
Of course, Megatron was capable of leading his army to victory. He had done so many times in the past. However, to have an ally who knew of the past and the future was a very powerful one.
If Megatron used her right, she could turn the tides in his favor.
He could easily win the war.
Afterwards, they can go their separate ways. It was simple really. She would be honored to witness the fall of humankind, just as she requested as he sat on his throne. It would be a victory for both of them.
Megatron had appreciated her presence. After being alone without anyone to talk to, holding an intellectual conversation with her was a relief.
The silence he had endured throughout his isolation was maddening.
Megatron noticed that Persephone possessed a wrath in the depths of her spark. When he held her in his arms as she wailed and screamed, he had seen her thirst for revenge. To get back at those who hurt her.
And of course, he was more than willing to help her.
There was something interesting about her that had—Megatron wouldn't admit to it out loud—that compelled the warlord.
Persephone had this aura of innocence, possessing those big eyes of hers that seemed to bore into him, and her lips seemed to be in a permanent pout whenever she wasn't smiling. It stirred strange feelings within his spark whenever she looked at him, a gaze filled with awe and delight.
And despite all that, she possessed a knowledge that would benefit him. He had seen a glimpse of darkness within those optics of hers.
Megatron wanted to bring fourth said darkness. She was docile. Sure, she wasn't pathetic but she was weak. Persephone wouldn't survive the war without him. That was ideal, however, it would pose a problem if she encountered an Autobot.
He had to make sure that she would never switch sides.
That her loyalty would be only to him.
And perhaps Primus had decided to throw a bone at him seeing as she had graciously lapped up the attention she received from him.
Megatron noticed that humans either ruled or were ruled over. They were either the sheep or the shepherd, and it was interesting how it clashed with their ideals of 'freedom'.
And it seemed a sheep had parted from her flock and into his lap—Persephone.
Of course, he noticed all of her reactions. Megatron was a warlord, after all. He had encountered many beings before, and she was no different. If anything, the femme was an open book.
"I want you to take care of me even if I'm not sick."
Such a strange request from her, but it seemed she finds pleasure in being the center of attention. The center of his attention. Megatron didn't mind at all. It made it easier for him to control her, to have her in his grasp.
Now, he was sure that she wouldn't leave him.
She wouldn't betray him.
Persephone had willingly asked him to be his pet—begging, if he was honest. It had surprised the warlord at her sudden request, but he saw an opportunity to manage her without the human feeling trapped, after all; a happy human is a docile human.
With that big, innocent-looking optics that she had and that adorable flustered look on her faceplates...
How could he NOT accept such a tempting offer?
Who was he to deny a human who valued the honor of his presence? Who saw the worth of being ruled over by him—of being owned by him.
He relished in the idea that someone saw his worth to put him in the position of power over them. And in a sense, her life was on his servos. Megatron could do whatever he pleased with her.
She is his pet now, after all.
He could see it now, Earth in ruins while Cybertron flourished as he governed over the planet. She would still have her part of the agreement, it would only be fair for the both of them. All the while, Persephone would be seated on his lap, gazing adoringly at him.
It was... perfect.
Megatron watched her recharge. Her temperature was still higher than normal. The soft glow of her veins could be seen on her face as she was covered in layers after layers of fabric.
Humans were susceptible to illnesses, their body hadn't evolved to overcome such as of yet. He had thought of a way to help her, but it was too risky.
The humans might catch wind of his message. They might track him down and that would only put Persephone and the sparklings in danger.
And risk her dying?
That question seemed to put a bitter taste on his glossa. He had bigger plans for, he has yet to unleash the chaos that was contained in her processors. After all, Megatron had granted her the privilege to live. Therefore, he must see to it that she lives.
Persephone isn't getting any better and every single day, it puts him on edge that she might offline all of a sudden.
He just got a pet.
A pet is no use to him if it is dead.
With a sigh, the warlord got up from where he sat. Megatron deactivated the holomatter avatar, moving to make sure the human was warm. He didn't want to risk her getting more sick.
He had read it somewhere that when a human had puked black-like bile, it meant their health was critical. She wasn't getting any better, no matter how much medicine she took.
It was, about, maybe half an hour, before Megatron finally made a decision.
:COMMANDING ALL DECEPTICONS, RENDEZVOUS UPON THIS COORDINATES:
After giving the coordinates to his location the response was immediate.
:Starscream on the move:
:Barricade en-route:
:Soundwave reporting...:
:Shockwave in transit:
End of Chapter X
