Hiya Readers! Welcome back!
Ok, so I originally planned this chapter to be longer. But a nice case of writers block and a looming deadline said otherwise. That being said, wether I'll be able to stay on schedule shall be determined, because my family is moving, so I've got a lot of work to do, meaning that, as much as I would've liked, I can't spend every minute of my day writing. However, I'll do my best.
If you haven't noticed, I finally made a proper cover for it! I hope it looks cool.
Last chapter I said that this one was going to be BIG. And it still somewhat is, but it's gonna be a little smaller than expected. Though, it's still a pretty long chapter anyways, so I can't say I'm disappointed with how it turned out.
Final note: We'll be seeing someone new and familiar to the franchise make somewhat of an appearance. I won't say anything more about it though.
And without further ado, on with the show!
Chapter 10
Three years.
Three goddam years.
Three fragging years since he was sold to the Pits of Kaon.
And finally, he had his chance.
Megatronus had a hard time remembering the faces of the people he killed. He wanted to remember them, if for nothing but respect. But they all just blurred together. There were too many of them. Too many people he skewered his his claymore. Too many people he delivered swift blows to while Soundwave's incredible screams had them incapacitated on the ground. Too many limbs he cut off, heads he sent swerving off their bodies. Too much blood on his hands, and it all looked and smelled the same.
He even had forgotten what little Orion Pax looked like, the boy's face fading away from him, as any prior happiness he ever held before arriving to Primas where erased and corrupted, stained red and smelling like rotten flesh, covered by screams and yells of both barbaric amusement and frightened fighting.
His life was a red blurr.
The only face from his past he really remembered was the face of his first kill. The little boy, muscular, but small, his face youthful, pale, and covered in freckles, and fiery red hair. He had stabbed that little boy right in the gut. He often relieved this memory, as the kid gagged up a mouthful of blood, the large cut in his abdomen leaking his precious red fluids, before his corpse slipped off the sword, leaving a stain of his blood on it, as his body simply hit the ground, nothing but a lifeless husk. Where did his soul go? Was it allowed freedom, or was it enslaved too? Was the poor boy's soul stuck to his killer? Did Megatronus have to carry the souls of those he killed with him wherever he went?
He was going mad. His body count was unknown, and so where the amount of times he survived. Every time he killed one person, he saved his life one time. He had to constantly remind himself of his quest for survival, because he knew he couldn't give up. Giving up meant death, and Megatronus did not want to die.
He lived on the border of death and life. Skipped the line like a child's jump-rope game. It was funny. It made him laugh. He often found himself laughing on the battlefield. First he laughed to keep himself from crying, but now;
He laughed because he enjoyed himself.
He enjoyed battle. He enjoyed killing his opponents. He enjoyed saving his own life.
It wasn't like he had anything else to enjoy anymore.
Hitgame was dead. A team member of his used the poor boy as a human shield. Then the tactic turned out to be pointless, since the entirety of Hitgame's team ended up dying anyways. That left one less member of the small group of boys who plotted their escape. But he was the only one.
Jackie was going through hell. While the Pit's victories where beneficial, and loved, it meant that the Trainer would celebrate by dragging the poor boy off to his room, and having his pleasures. Megatronus was disgusted at all the acts of violation performed on the young Pit member, and the only thing that kept him from ripping the man's throat out was the knowledge that they just had to wait until they got to Iacon to make their final uprising. And now, finally, everything was going to change.
Megatronus was 20 years old. He had hit 7 feet exactly, and his growth spurt seemed to stop there. He was the biggest man in the Pit, and had even taken on a few single's matches instead of Soundwave, to give the man a break. The twins were sixteen, and where somewhat addicted to beer, but luckily for them, they had their elder teammate to take the glasses away from them when they were in risk of drinking too much. They both had a hard time stomaching their kills, and were plagued by guilt and nightmares, but they took comfort in Megatronus, and in each other. The twins saw the older boy as a big brother, and had faith that no matter how much hell they faced, Megatronus would have their backs. Stain was also 20, but he mostly kept to himself, often drawing with charcoal pencils onto bark and rocks to calm himself. He was reliable, but he wouldn't go out of his way to talk to anyone. And considering all the members of his team, except himself, where killed, Megatronus couldn't blame him. Flametrekker was older than Megatronus, but he left the 20-year-old to the position of leadership, mostly because he wasn't smart, and he knew it. He was a brawler, and a survivor, but Megatronus was more clever than he was, so he followed and protected the younger boy, and left the escape plans to him. Wolverine, now 18 years old, was hyper and energetic, and the closer the small group got to the time they would escape, the more giddy the boy became. He was excited about living as a free boy in Iacon, and couldn't wait to possibly learn to read.
Soundwave had been told of the boys plans, and as far as they knew he wasn't against it. He hadn't ratted them out, but whether it was because of support for their escape or his odd refusal to talk, they didn't know. The only indicator that he even wanted to escape with them was a single thumbs-up he gave the boys when they discussed the initial escape. Nobody was sure what it meant.
Jackie was 12, hitting his growth spurt age, and springing up like a beanstalk. His hair was growing out, mostly because he kept forgetting to cut it, and his almost-white hair had a usual shoulder length. Megatronus himself made sure to never let his matted black hair grow past his chin, and he was unsure how the 12-year-old dealt with the long hair. Jackie was being trained hard, and was dreading the day he would be sent onto the battlefield, which was coming up soon. He had slain large, starving animals, and he knew that humans where next. Megatronus tried to comfort the young boy the best he could, but he knew that nothing could prepare anyone for the first time they killed someone.
Megatronus had changed. He saw it in his face. His eyes were devoid of life, and dark circles hung under them like bats. He had aged; he already had streaks of grey in his hair. He tried to keep himself shaved, at least. He wanted to look somewhat alive. Though, with or without a shaven face, he could always see the gaunt, sunken cheeks, his skins flesh barely hanging onto his bones. If his face just slid off his skull, he wouldn't be surprised. He had enough hack-like scars across both his face and entire body to loosen the flesh, and all he was waiting for was a final strike, and he'd let his face slide off. Maybe his skull didn't have the eyes of a killer.
But his fight was not futile. Not at all.
It took two years since the Pit had achieved their biggest victory, but finally, they would be fighting in the olympic tournament in Iacon. And he would finally be able to see Orion Pax again.
Megatronus wasn't sure what it was about this boy that made him so desperate to find him. Orion was not the only slave he knew who promised to find him. There had been others, most who didn't have names, and who's faces he had forgotten. And as more friends made the empty promises to someday reunite with him, the less faith he had in those words. Until he finally stopped believing them at all. He was around fourteen when the reality of those promises finally became apparent, and he hadn't believed such a promise since.
Then Orion fell asleep on him on the slave-ship. A boy so bright and innocent; with a body made from glass, but a heart made of gold. He had walked through hell, but still found it in himself to smile. He was brighter, and stronger, than the sun himself, and treated a stranger, who had cruelty shoved him to the side when all the boy wanted was a decent rest; he treated that stranger as if he was an old friend. There was something Orion had that made Megatronus' heart pulse with hope whenever he thought of him.
Love.
That's what it was. He had never met someone so full of love. And from love, bloomed peace, and from peace, bloomed happiness, and from happiness, bloomed freedom.
The pits where devoid of love. The boys would be treated cruelly, while people would cheer for their deaths. The twins where only thirteen when the were forced to fight and kill. Thirteen. Megatronus could never forget that, never forgive. And what about the little boy he had killed? How could this place hold so much contempt for human life that they would shove children into a place like this, just for the sick entertainment of the spectators.
So Megatronus chased that love. The small amount of glowing light in a see of dark red. And what was his life worth if he didn't have that light to chase? He needed to see Orion Pax again. He needed this boy in a way he couldn't explain. Maybe it was desperation; desperation to hold onto something. To have something that could possibly be worth walking through hell. Orion Pax. His light at the end of the tunnel.
He would walk through hell. Again, and again, and again, if it meant that he could just see Orion Pax.
"So, this is it, huh?" Dreadwing said, his voice barely above a whisper. Currently, Megatronus' team, now Pit #1, where sitting in their rooms together, where the dark seemed to be heavier than usual. The Iacon tournament was in a week. The next day, they would all be loaded into carriages and carted off to an all-new Gladiator ring. Excitement and terror burned in everyones stomachs. It was almost more than they could take.
"We're finally getting out of this hell-hole," Skyquake breathed out, content. Each team member sat on their own beds, barely able to sleep. Megatronus allowed himself a smile.
"We'll finally have lives," He hummed, deciding not to bring up the possibility that they could fail. "What do you guys want to do once you get to Iacon?"
"Well, learning to read has always been at the top of our priority list," Dreadwing laughed. "And I always wanted to have a pet,"
"Yeah a pet would be nice!" His twin joined in. "Maybe a dog? Or a horse? Either one would be nice,"
"Well, I was thinking something small," Dreadwing told his brother.
"Dog's can be small,"
"But I was hoping for a cat," He whispered.
Skyquake stared at his twin for a solid minute, looking both shocked and betrayed. "Your not my twin anymore, Dreadwing!"
"Hey! You can't disown your own brother just because he likes cats!" Dreadwing snapped back.
"After everything we've been through together, you betray me in such a way!?" Skyquake cried, making a dramatic pose that could only be described as fake despair.
"Well of course!" Dreadwing snapped, making a similar dramatic pose. "My ugly-ass brother would want an ugly-ass mutt!"
"You two are identical though," Megatronus popped in, somewhat amused by their antics. It was good to see they still held some level of youthfulness to them.
"Yeah but we both have different facial scars," Dreadwing justified. "Mine are positioned in such a way that make me look badass, and adorable, while his scars resemble slag,"
"You wish you had my scars!" Skyquake quipped back. "They look a thousand times more badass than yours will ever look!"
"Your's look like someone dropped you on the head as a child!"
"Well your's look like the results of being a clumsy lugnut!"
The twins were planning to continue their debate, but knock on the wall drew their attention. Soundwave had been sitting in bed, and had been braiding some loose strings he had found for entertainment, but he had stopped to hit the wall, forcing the younger occupants in the room to turn their attention to him. He placed a finger up in front of his mask; which he didn't even take off to sleep, to signal the to quiet down. So the twins did, burying themselves in their blankets, and quickly falling asleep.
After an hour of attempting but failing to fall asleep, Megatronus decided to try to make some small-talk with Soundwave; mostly because he hadn't tried before, and wanted to see if he could.
"If you don't mind me asking, Soundwave, how did you end up here?" Megatronus asked the elder teammate. He didn't really know why he asked; he knew Soundwave would likely not answer. But still, there was curiosity in his question; he had been the silent man's teammate for three years, and he didn't know anything about him at all. It was about time this changed.
Like Megatronus predicted, Soundwave said nothing. However, the man's actions still surprised him.
Soundwave lifted his mask slightly, - not taking it off, but enough to show his mouth, which was covered in scars. He then lifted his lengthy but slender hand towards his teeth, and bit down hard, drawing blood.
His blood wasn't red, however, but a murky blue.
"Your immortal!" Megatronus shouted out, before quickly covering his mouth, hoping his shouting didn't wake the twins. "But you must've been on the immortal council then,"
Soundwave nodded in confirmation.
"So how did you end up here?" Megatronus asked.
Soundwave simply held up his right and left hand for comparison. They were both of the same length, but his right hand had a slightly larger palm, and was a slight shade darker in skin toan. The right hand had the brand mark on it, meaning that someone must've cut off his original hand, and replaced it with that of a slave. Megatronus wasn't sure what that meant, but he could only assume that Soundwave was kicked off the Immortal Council for some reason or another.
"You must've done something they really didn't like then," Megatronus hummed, making sure his teammate knew he understood. Soundwave nodded, then, with his right hand, gave the young gladiator a thumbs up. A gesture that he had only ever given before when he and the other young boys had discussed the prospect of freedom. Megatronus understood.
"You spoke out against the slavery business," Megatronus guessed. "And they silenced you for it,"
Soundwave nodded, before slipping into his bed, and falling asleep.
Megatronus let himself process the new information. He knew that every slave would prefer freedom, though some of the more brainwashed slaves wouldn't know of this. There was an economic struggle in Primas. Jackie himself was sold into slavery because his parents didn't have enough money to keep their little boy fed. And even members of the high council disapproved of slavery, but those who spoke out where punished, so who would? The entire society was in a net of fear, desperate for change, but lacked the proper power to make it happen. This was the reality of the life he lives.
But soon, it wouldn't be.
Megatronus would soon go to Iacon. He would fight in the Pits for his last time, and then he would escape. He would find Orion Pax. But, he finally knew what he was going to do after all this was said and done.
He would work to abolish slavery. He would fight, and even rage war if he had to, but he would create a world where any living creature capable of free will would never have to go through such cruelty again.
Megatronus would make it so.
The men in the company where each allowed to take a certain amount of alcohol with them for the road. The eight boys planning escape all made sure to load up on Rum, and placed it in their bags so they wouldn't be tempted to drink it. Megatronus had collected a great amount of leftover charcoal from the common room fire, and Jackie had stolen some rice hulls from the kitchens. The boys used the small amount of pocket change they were sometimes given for victories on saltpeter, sulfur, and dextrin from a local store which sold alchemy supplies, and they collected empty coconut shells and glue-like paste in order to hold all the material, creating firework bombs. How Jackie new how to make fireworks, nobody knew, but they did know that his knowledge on how to make explosives was their ticket to freedom.
They had a solid plan. All they needed to do was to execute it without failure.
Success ment freedom. But if they failed? They probably would all be executed for such defiance. This was truly a gamble of life and death. And Megatronus didn't plan to lose.
Being the capital, and the city where many of the richest citizens of Primas lived in, Iacon was the most glorious, shiny and glistening city on the Island. Comparing Iacon to Kaon would be like comparing a fresh-cut diamond to a completely rusted tin cup. It certainly looked more appealing than the worn-out city where Megatronus had been sold into, however, it held the same stench that Kaon did. Dirt, mixed with blood, and sweat. The smell of broken flesh hung in the air, and the boys in the pit couldn't help but notice the multiple whipping post spread throughout the city.
Clean didn't equal safe. But they would worry about that later.
Before long, the carriages entered the Gladiator stadium of Iacon. They weren't the only teams. According to the Trainer, there were several Gladiatorial companies coming for the Olympics, including three different teams from Tigar Pax, a startup company in Vos, almost a dozen others from Cities that Megatronus hadn't even heard of, and of course, some of the greatest teams in Iacon, including the team that owned the stadium. The Pit was the only company to come from Kaon, and they were perfectly fine with this.
The Pit filed into their own private common room reserved for them. It looked similar to the one they had back in Kaon, except it looked newer, and cleaner. And fortunately, the cabinets held extra rum, as well as a set of matches and a pipe to smoke. The young gladiator allowed himself a smile. It was as if this stadium was destined to help them escape.
The set of boys planning their escape sat themselves down in a corner, using a piece of charcoal to draw their plan onto the floor. The easiest way to get out would be the sets of gates leading from the entrance and into the main fighting grounds itself.
"That's what we're gonna blow up," Megatronus whispered.
"And what about the rum? Why do we need that?" Skyquake questioned.
"We'll create a wall for ourselves from fire, in order to keep any guards from stopping us," Megatronus explained. "Now, if we want to get out quickly, we're going to have to act quickly, so—"
The meeting was interrupted when the Trainer came in and demanded they prepare for the preliminary rounds.
"We'll discuss more later. Try not to die"
It was a good hour before the Pit was scheduled to go up for the preliminary rounds, so Megatronus used the time given to discuss the escape plans. Everything was ready by the time they were demanded to go up.
Megatronus grabbed the claymore set on the weapon station. It was sleek, and shiny, and lighter than the claymore he usually used at the Pit. He wouldn't let this affect him. If anything, it should be easier to use.
Armed with the claymore and a shield, Megatronus stepped onto the battlefield with his team. The twins both had shields, Skyquake carrying a sword of his own, while Dreadwing carried a mase. Soundwave was simply armed with a whip. The four men steadied themselves in order to face whatever beast they would have to kill.
And out it came. And it was… smaller than they expected. It wasn't tiny, but they were expecting something huge.
It looked like a mesh of many animals; like something created unnaturally. The creature had to be the result of alchemy; there was no other explanation for it. Jackie had said that the Iacon gladiator arena held Chimera's.
It was a mix of things. It's head was that of a large lizard, though it's lips looked snake-like. The creature had very little neck, its body shape reminiscent of a guinea pigs, with wings. It's back and torso was covered in pitch-black feathers. It stood on tallon-like legs, probably coming from some sort of vulture or eagle. It had three sets of wings towering one on top of the other, the middle wing being the largest, reaching a span as long as a table. The top wings seemed to come from an average hawk, while the bottom looked like the wings of a very large hummingbird. It had no tail, simply a rear end that just kinda tucked in. It was the strangest animal that Megatronus had ever seen. And according to Jackie, Chimera's where kind of an average sight in Iacon.
Suddenly the bird-thing spat at them. It's strawberry-pink saliva hit Megatronus metal shield, and burned a hole right through it.
So, it also spat acid. Wonderful.
Just when the small group of gladiators thought their opponent was worse enough, several more flew into the arena. The boys counted twenty in total.
"You gotta be fragging kidding me," Megatronus spat out, throwing aside his now-useless shild, and preparing his claymore.
The first bird flew by like a bullet, clipping a small chunk of flesh off of Skyquakes arm. He cried out in pain, holding his arm as blood covered his palm. When the bird flew back for a second attack, Skyquike stepped back and held out his hand, smearing his blood on the bird, using the same strategy that Megatronus had first come up with the day they fought the Lions, before their first tournament.
Primas, that felt like so long ago.
The other birds seemed to hover around the one with blood on it, making the boys wonder if they were going to go in for the attack. However, they instead turned back to their opponents, eyes narrowing, as if they had somehow violated their cousin by wiping blood on it. And they came in all at once.
Megatronus suddenly felt like his eardrums where breaking as a painfully loud sound echoed across the entire battlefield, coming from Soundwaves lips. It was the first time Soundwave had ever screamed like that without making sure his teammates were wearing earplugs first. And holy slag, that noise was painful.
It did it's job though. The birds suddenly crashed down to the ground, shrinking out in pain.
Using his claymore as support, Megatronus did his best to steady himself, his eyes blurring with tears of pain, as his head throbbed with a sickening beat. But he needed to struggle though, and kill at least one of those birds.
He managed to get to one of the closet ones, and easily forced his claymore through it's oddly placed scull. At least the where pretty easy to kill, if anything. The twins seemed to at least attempt to kill a few of their own, but Dreadwing seemed to be struggling to even move, while Skyquake could barely walk. Eventually, he did manage to get to one of the birds, giving it a quick stab, while Megatronus slayed a second. His vision blurred in and out, as a high-pitched ringing in his ears mixed with the sound of screams, while his brain felt as if it was being crushed to death. But then suddenly the screaming stopped, and some pressure was relieved. Quickly wiping the water from his eyes so that he could properly see, and struggling to stand through his dizziness, Megatronus turned to Soundwave, curious as to why the screams had stopped. He saw the man on his knees, his chest moving up and down in large pants. Clearly he was out of breath.
As Megatronus struggled to reclaim his barings, as his head continued to throb, he noticed that the birds where doing the same thing. Now down to 17, the acid-spitting birds slowly sat themselves up, attempting to shake off their dizziness. One tried to fly up, but quickly fell back down to the ground. At least the birds were as in as much pain as they where.
Fighting through his head throbbing, Megatronus poured all his focus into getting his legs to move, as he ran over to the nearest bird and slayed it, doing the same to as many as he could while they where still incapacitated. Of course, this made his head feel even worse, while he struggled to keep consciousness, but he cared very little of this. The birds had to die, or otherwise, he would.
Five birds finally lifted themselves off the ground, while other living birds still grounded managed to get themselves into a walking position, and began to waddle around, spitting acid whenever a victim came close, but they were not as dangerous as the ones that started to fly.
Megatronus felt his mind reeling. His head throbbed with every step he took and his vision would blur, sometimes going black for seconds at a time. Dizzy, and finding it difficult to stand, he used his claymore as a crutch, trying to figure out what was happening, when he registered a great pain in his arm. He looked down to his right arm and noticed that some acid had grazed it. His burning flesh seemed to bubble as blood poured out of the exposed wound. It was fascinating how the acid burned the skin and flesh but not the blood. The blood boiled, but it landed on the ground before it could be burnt completely.
He made it so far. And here he was, about to be killed by some birds when he had never been so close to freedom. It was a shame. He would fall just like his blood, and perhaps drown in a world of red. Maybe he would get sent to hell for all his killings. Maybe in hell, he would be forced to fight like this every day.
He screamed for himself to keep fighting, but his body wouldn't listen. It was done. He was done.
The victor lived, the loser died. The victor lived because they could. The loser died because they couldn't avoid getting killed. It was a simple pattern that everyone had to step into. Megatronus could kill a lot of people, but he couldn't kill these birds. They would live, and he would die.
He supposed there were worst ways to go.
Megatronus suddenly felt an arm wrap around him, as he was dragged away from his claymore, and pulled as far from the birds as one could get. He registered that it was Dreadwing who was holding him, and that a newly recovered Soundwave, and a partly recovered Skyquake where fighting the birds off, and doing a decent job at it as well.
"Finishing off the birds while they where still disoriented is a good idea in theory," Dreadwing told him, "however, in practice, it's better to let yourself recover before going straight for the kill,"
"Dreadwing," Megatronus mumbled, the words barely coming out. "How many…"
"I think there are about twelve left about now, no wait— eleven, Soundwave just killed one," His younger teammate reported. He then picked up his mace in a defending stance, obviously intent to murder whichever of the Chimera creatures came their way with his weapon.
"Give yourself a moment to get your brain functioning," Dreadwing told him. "We'll be alright until then,"
Megatronus watched the colors swirl and blur around him, desperate to separate one from another. His body felt as if it was on fire, while his brain felt like it had been crushed and then impaled. He couldn't tell if his heart was beating to fast or not beating at all. Maybe he was already dead. He felt as though that would be something he'd be sure about, but then again, he had never died before.
Something landed besides him with a loud thud. Slowly shifting his head to the side to see the object, Megatronus was able to make out the features of a black Chimera-bird. It's skull was bashed in, obviously Dreadwings doing, and its blood was soaking into the dirt, while small drops of the acid drooled from it's open mouth, burning into the dirt.
These creatures where such able fighters, yet their bodies where so weak.
Just like a human.
In fact, maybe it was because of such a weak body that humans fought so well.
Or maybe, Megatronus considered, he had gone so crazy that he was having an existential crisis about a dead lizard-bird that spat acid.
Though, now that he thought about it, Megatronus had to wonder, how do those creatures survive with acid that could burn through iron bubbling in their stomach.
Slowly and carefully, the young man sat up, reaching over to the birds corpse, and holding each jaw with his hands. With a single pull, he ripped the entire body in half; a testament to how weak it was. What kind of Alchemy could possibly make such a weird creature.
Some acid fell from its body, along with blood, which Megatronus had to avoid getting on his leg. But, like he predicted, the creatures insides were made from something strange lining that somehow kept the acid from burning it.
Slowly, he got up, taking in a deep breath as another bout of dizziness almost overtook him. Slowly walking towards Dreadwing, he handed him one of the corpse halves, simply telling him, "shield,".
Megatronus walked over towards his own claymore, which was right in the dirt where he left it. He gripped the birds corpse by it feathers and skin, and used it to deflect a barrage of acid spit that seemed to fall towards him. It worked perfectly, and, observing the tactic, Soundwave and Skyquake quickly took to doing the same.
One by one, the birds where eventually all finished off. Megatronus did a quick corpse count, noticing that they were down by one.
At the far end of the stadium, near the door the birds were released from in the first place, sat one of the Chimera's in the dirt. It wasn't actually doing anything. It was just sitting there.
The boys approached it, but took a few steps back when it spat acid at their feet. Eventually, Soundwave let out a rather large sigh, which was the most noise his team had ever seen him make, besides his deadly screams, and walked as close to the Chimera as he could without stepping into acid range. He then swung his whip across the area. The whip was made from barbed wires, and it easily clawd into the birds face, and ripped it off, like one where simply pulling clothes stuck by static away from each other. And they were finally done.
Probably out of curiosity, Soundwave approached the area the bird had been sitting in order to see what was there. Almost buried into the ground was a small egg. For reasons unknown to anyone who ever knew the man, or would ever know him, he picked it up, and tucked it under his kilt to hide it, obviously deciding he wanted to keep it for some reason.
The four members of Pit #1 left the arena as fast as they possibly could. They held themselves up until they were able to get to the benches where they would wait for the other teams from the Pit's of Kaon to fight against beast of their own, and immediately laid down on the bench. Megatronus let his vision finally go black, and his mind turn off, and before long, he found himself in an extremely deep sleep.
And done with another chapter. Hope you liked. It's been a while since we've last checked up on Megatronus, and it's about time we did so.
I think we can all take a guess about which character was introduced this chapter. Though I haven't called them out by name, I think it's kinda obvious.
Anywho, I've been very proud of myself so far with how much work I've put into this fic, and how I've managed to stay on-task and keep writing it. I've had really bad habits of forgetting to finish stories, and this one I'm not gonna drop, and keep going until the end, despite the fact that I'm kinda looking at at least eighty eventual chapters at this point. It'll be a long hall, and I'm thankful to all those who have followed, favorited, read, and reviewed this story, and I hope that you'll keep reading it as long as you can. That being said, a review would be very much appreciated, since I kinda live off them, and hearing people's thoughts on my writing is always a joy. So leave a nice little segment of your thoughts on this chapter or any other chapter you'd like, please!
And I guess that's all I have to say. At this point, I'm just building up for the eventual volcano eruption that anyone who know's the transformer series will know is coming. But I digress. Just sit back, and enjoy, and hopefully I can shape this thing properly.
Thank you!
~MotherUniverse signing out!
