Hi people! Another Monday, another chapter.

So, this chapter has gore in it. As in blood. And death. And that's all I've got to say.

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And without further ado, on with the show!


Chapter 3


"Megatronus,"

"Meg-a-tron-us"

"Mêg-ah-trōn-us"

The nameless boy, now called Megatronus, carefully said his name over and over into the mirror, trying to determine if it fit him. The name was triumphant and intimidating, but it felt a little too long for his flaver. Maybe he could shorten it once he got free.

He had been taken to a gladiator ring. Of course. He hadn't fought anything yet; so far the most work he was doing was weapon training; but Megatronus knew exactly how the gladiator rings worked; two people would be shoved into a pit, and couldn't come out until one of them killed the other. Apparently, the people of the island thought that this horrid battle was entertainment.

It had been a month since he was sold. Every day when Megatronus was not forced to heavily train for the upcoming fights, he was either sleeping, or thinking of ways he could escape. It wasn't like the gladiator training was terrible; he got fed three healthy and filling meals a day, and was allowed a decent amount of sleep. But he knew that he would soon be forced into a death match, and Megatronus was unsure how he was going to handle that.

Tomorrow would be his first show. The gladiator company that he had been sold to was called "The Pit of Kaon", and they would be competing against other companies for title of top gladiator. Fortunately for Megatronus, he wouldn't have to kill any of the people he had trained with, but even still, killing strangers was not much better.

The slaves in the company would be divided up into teams of four. There would be four rounds to determine the winners. The first would be pretty much a preliminary round; the gladiators would face up against wild and aggressive animals, and the slaughter fest wouldn't end until either all the animals were dead, or all the people. The remaining members of each company would play as teams, where they would face against an opposing team, and attempt to kill all it's members before they killed you. Then there were double rounds, and then single rounds, and the winning company would be whichever one had more people left over. It was vicious, and brutal, but Megatronus knew he couldn't loose. Losing ment death, and Megatronus was determined not to die.

The horn blared from the outside, signalling it was time for training. Megatronus entered the bright, open gladiator pit, where other slaves, most his size or bigger, lined up for whatever the Trainer, — as they were supposed to call the man who owned the company, — had to say to them.

Megatronus found himself on the end of the line, next to a tall but skinny man, who wore a black, v-shaped mask over his face, with clouded dark eyes peeking out from the eye holes. Megatronus couldn't help the curiosity over the man next to him.

"Attention!" Shouted the Trainer. He paissed in a small circle as he addressed the slaves in the ring. "As you should know, tomorrow will be the first tournament of the year. Many of you seem ready, but I have my doubts," His voice was dark, and he looked at the gladiators with a heavy and vicious glare. "Veterans!" He suddenly shouted.

Everyone who had already competed in a tournament before stepped out of the line on the Trainer's command, including the tall, skinny man in the mask, standing next to Megatronus.

"All veterans will report to the training grounds to partake in your usual exercises," The Trainer commanded. As soon as the veterans left, all the new people who had never fought before stood in anticipation and nervousness, wondering what they could possibly be needed for.

"In the months between New Years and this tournament, I have spent considerable time carefully selecting and buying, collecting a considerable handful of fine young men, who are able bodied, and perfectly capable of holding their own in the Pit. I have carefully selected fifty young men, with hopes that they could be the best of the best. Now is your time to prove my decision's worth it,"

The boys in the arina felt a shiver go down their spine. Megatronus took a second to wonder what challenges they would be forced to face.

The Trainer walked over to a platform that could be lifted and lowards from the audience stadium to the battle grounds, and lifted himself to safety. "Let's see how many of you can survive!" He shouted.

With little warning, about twelve ferrell and aggressive lions ran out from the door, and immediately started circling the boys. Megatronus knew these lions; they had been starved for days, and were desperate for any bit of meat they could find. Unfortunately for the well-built, muscle covered boys, they were not lacking in meat.

On the far side of the wall sat the weapons, and it seemed apparent that they were going to need them. However, a wall of aggressive lions stood between the boys and the weapons, and the odds were not good.

One boy, however, decided to take those odds. He ran forwards, trying to slip between the big cats and get out of the circle, however, the lions where quicker, and he ended up being shoved to the ground while six of the lions circling the boys all ran to him and started eating their meal.

Megatronus quickly swallowed down the bile in his throat. He turned away from the image of his poor teammate being eaten alive. He could never remember that boys name, but he was pretty sure it started with a B. Beta-something. Betawhip. That was his name. And Betawhip was dead now.

Megatronus eyed all the leftover animals that hadn't gone for the first meal. His only chance at survival would be to run over to the weapons. He just had to make sure his timing was right.

One boy began to run away, and he was able to get past the lion circle, but ended up becoming the breakfast of two of the beast, while a second boy, who had started running at the same time as the previous, ran past the boy getting eaten, and over to the weapons. One of the lions eating the boy got up and went after him.

Four lions. That's how many were around him. Megatron didn't know all the numbers in the number line, but he did know how to count. The six who had eaten the first boy seemed satisfied with their dinner and began to circle back. Megatronus had to run. Now.

As soon as he took a step, one of the lions jumped at him. Not thinking about anything else but survival, Megatronus dived away from the beast, who ended up sinking its teeth into the boy behind him. Any guilt Megatronus might of felt for letting his classmate get eaten like that was shoved away by the course of pure adrenaline pumping into his body. Before he even told himself to do it, Megatronus found himself sprinting across the arena to the wall where all the weapons stood.

Unfortunately for him, he tripped over a large, loose stone. This got the attention of one of the lions, who had been eating a boy Megatronus could've sworn was his bunkmate. The beast started running towards him, but, thinking on his feet, Megatronus picked up the large stone he had just tripped over, and threw it at the large cat, hitting the animal in the corner of its head. Megatronus registered the blood seeping from the large gash the lion received from the stone, and realized that the beast was pissed off. So Megatron took off running, the creature close on his tail, focusing on nothing but the weapon wall in front of him.

He finally got his hands on one of the weapons; a spear, and nearly yanked off the stand holding it to get it out. The lion pounced at him, claws out, and teeth bared, but Megatronus already had his weapon. He simply ducked, holding the spear up, and let momentum do the rest of the work.

Blood dripped down from where he stabbed the big cat, landing on his arms and hands. It was warm and sticky, and smells like iron. Megatronus quickly tossed away the lions corpse, with the spear still impaled into it, to the side, before grabbing a claymore; the weapon that he found most useful to him during training.

He looked around the battlefield and saw that he wasn't the only one of the boys to kill a lion. The biggest boy in the field; a boy who had been called Skyquake; killed a lion by ripping it's jaw off. Megatronus was surprised when Skyquake's twin; who was identical in all but muscle size, since Skyquake was larger; was nowhere near his brother, who he was usually attached to the hip to. However, with a quick scan around the arena with his eyes, he was able to see the smaller twin near the weapon shack as well, fending off a lion with a mase.

"Dreadwing!" Megatronus called out the boys name, before running over to him, the boy mimicking his action. The two met each other in the middle. "That move you do with your brother. Do you think we can mimic it?" Megatronus asked the other boy, who nodded in conformation, and eagerness to act out on the plan.

The twins were both 13, and despite looking twice their actual age, were both very inexperienced. So they had latched onto Megatronus as a mentor of sorts; a clever boy, sharp as a tack despite lacking in education, and the only older boy who tried to help them.

Megatronus whipped out a shield from the weapons rack, and stood a short distance in front of Dreadwing, bending his knees, and holding the shield flat as possible. With a running start, dreadwing then jumped onto the structure, and with the extra boost of his strong classmate launching him up on the shield, he was able to jump over two lions standing between his previous position and his twin, who where both snaking on two dead boys, and he landed, mace first, on the head of the lion his brother had been fighting, bashing its skull in, and killing it. The two boys then fought efficiently, fighting off whichever beast attempted to kill them.

They had gotten their nicknames from that move, since their lanches into the sky quickly made the Trainer nickname them with the themes of frightful sky dwellings. Besides the sky launch, they were also well known for their ability to climb, making the air themed names suit them even more.

Megatronus, meanwhile, ran towards an opponent of his own; a lion that was still eating the first boy to die. He raised his sword, and brought it down, leaving a large gash in the front of the animals head, which stained it's gold fur red with blood. Still not enough to kill it, the beast jumped at Megatronus, mouth open.

The beast clamped its mouth down on the sword, determined to break through it and kill the boy holding it, but Megatronus held fast. With the handle in one hand, and the end of the blade in another, which cut through his skin and caused blood to run down his arm, though, the slave boy barely noticed it, he was able to make himself a shield of sorts between himself and the lion attacking him. However, a growling noise behind him alerted Megatronus to the second beast ready to attack him from behind.

As soon as the second lion jumped at him, Megatronus quickly leaped to the side, allowing the two beast to attack each other accidentally. On the downside, however, he had lost himself his sword, and the blood pouring from his open hand wound had attracted a good handful of the animals with it's smell.

A quick count told Megatronus that there were only seven lions left to kill. The twins had knocked off a decent number of them, while a few other beast had fallen at the hands of the other boys, trying their best to survive. Corpses of the boys littered the arena however, and Megatronus observed that if one lion drew a boys blood, a large number would join in on attacking him. But that worrisome discovery gave Megatronus an idea.

Running as fast as he could to the nearest lion, Megatronus quickly dodged the beast mouth, and smeared his blood stained hand across it's fur, leaving a red streak on its body, producing the aroma that many of the surrounding lions had wanted to sink their teeth into. The crazed, starved animals began to jump at their fellow lion, not caring about their cannibalism, since it gave them a decent meal. Seeing that idea worked, Megatronus began to smear as much of his blood as he could on any lion he came across, constantly moving and dodging their teeth. Some of the boys in the arena mimicked his tactics, either using the blood from their own injuries, or, for the ones who miraculously hadn't started to bleed yet, creating their own by slitting a sharp object of sorts across their hand in order to draw the blood necessary for the tactic.

The lions where going crazy as the smell of blood from multiple locations invaded their nose, and they began to lose track of weather the blood was coming from one of the boys, or a fellow beast, since so many of them had been smeared multiple times themselves. The drawing of blood, which only moments ago had sealed many of the boys fates as a dead man, was now becoming their means of survival.

The tactic worked miraculously. Many of the lions started attacking each other out of confusion, and eating their fellow creature anyways due to starvation. Whenever a lion was distracted by eating, the boys that had weapons were able to come over and kill them.

Megatronus ran from one of the last beast left, over to the place he had dropped his claymore. Picking it up in the hand that wasn't covered in blood, he stood his ground for a last defence against the beast. Swiftly, with precise aim, he managed to stick the blade in the creature's mouth, stabbing through the creatures head, and pulling back as soon as he could. Then, for extra caution, since the beast was still twitching and Megatronus didn't want to become it's breakfast by leaving it alive, he stabbed it multiple times other fatal places.

When he finally looked up from the creature he had just killed, he noticed that there were no more lions left, him having killed the last one. He was covered head to toe in blood, some of it his own, most of it from the lions themselves. He took a few deep breaths, as the smell of corpses invaded his nose. He whipped around a few times, looking at the remaining boys. A considerably smaller amount of people stood gathered in the pit. Many of the boys either screamed, or fell to their knees. Megatronus did neither. Instead, he continued to breath, the dawning realization that he lived unfolding in his mind. He lived. And so did the twins. The boy who had ran out of the circle the same time the second boy who died did had also lived. The remaining boys where strong, clever, and willing to abandon all their principles in order to stay alive. And Megatronus realized that it was only through sacrifice that he would ever be free of the life of a slave.

"I'm alive!" He shouted into the sky, unsure of who he wanted to hear it. Whether it be himself, or the other boys, or the Trainer, or even the God he so seldom believed in. It didn't matter. All that mattered was that he lived.

So Megatronus began to laugh. A powerful and joyus laugh, with tears of mirth streaming down his eyes, and his lungs begging for him to stop, and his ribs feeling like they were going to break. And all the boys looked at him in shock and fear, as he could somehow be joyous amongst the massive carnage. The dead bodies lay scattered, their aroma strong, as if trying to remind Megatronus of the tragedy that had just happened.

The large boy who once held no name continued to laugh.


Yep. Like I said. Gore.

So, as anyone who's a fan of transformers knows, Megatronus eventually becomes Megatron, and then continues to fuck shit up evil mastermind style. My goal for the first act of this fic is to reasonably get him from the point of somewhat normal teen to villain. So far, I think I'm doing a pretty ok job. Though, I would like your guy's thoughts on it.

That being said, I would really appreciate reviews. I love reviews. Like, I seriously value them with literally all my soul. Review. Please.

I guess that's it. See you guys next Monday.

~MotherUniverse signing out!