Transformers Belongs To Hasbro

Chapter 11

Megatron was awake long before Pixel began to stir. He spent the time to gentle pet her helm. What was he going to do? His obsession had grown too far. It had always been a strict rule to never get attached to another living bot. There were too many people that would try to use that bot against him. It was a fair assumption that Megatron had grown quite attached to Pixel. She was very unlike any bot he had ever met or ever had in his presence. In his spark, he had made an exception for her.

Pixel awoke to Megatron's stare and it startled her. He looked so serious that she was sure she was in trouble for something, and then he smiled and instantly her spark was at ease. There was no anger in his stare, only a certain thoughtfulness. Megatron's servo reached up and gently stroked her face with the gentleness of a lover.

"I apologize if I scared you, I was just admiring the sight." he chortled, coming close to nuzzle her neck. Pixel giggled at the sensation. She felt like a giddy schoolgirl. How had she allowed him to wrap her around his finger like this? She had to stay true to herself but his attention was as sweet as an oil truffle and so new to her.

"Did you sleep well? I was a little rough with you last night." he whispered, his servo coming down to stroke her aft. Pixel's optics went wide at the attention. She had almost forgotten their little escapade last night. Her processor was still a bit slow from sleep.

"I slept very well, just a little tired still." she whispered shyly, realizing that she was a bit sore. It was not a shock figuring that it was Megatron that had been administering his affections.

"Pixel, I want you to listen to me closely. There is a promise I want to make to you." Megatron said, his tone turning suddenly serious. Pixel nodded her helm understandingly. It was unlike him to act like this.

"I promise that I will never lay a servo upon you in a threatening manner. I swear that I will keep you safe from harm and that no one will ever... love you as I do." he whispered, grasping her servos and bringing them to his lips to kiss them. Pixel was lost for words. Was he saying that he loved her? What was she supposed to say to the mech who had taken so much but had also taken such good care of her? Megatron watched her expression to read the thoughts she kept inside.

"Pixel, I apologize for taking your friends from you but it was necessary. They were Autobots and I am the leader of the Decepticons, it is the fate of our kinds to always be at war. They had to be taken care of." he explained.

"I'm an Autobot but you didn't kill me..." she whispered, tears in her optics. Her feelings were raging like tempest. Her comment took the tyrant off guard. The fact that she was an Autobot had never really hit him, but it did not change his feelings.

"You are more different than you will ever know. You have no weapons, no armor, and no experience. Pixel, you have never been a threat to my ideal world. You actually make my world better. Excuse the sappiness, I'm not used to proclamations of love." Megatron laughed, his rumbling voice enough to shake the walls.

"But why does it take a million lives to create an ideal world, sir...Megatron? Why can we not live together happily and work toward a singular goal?" she asked, nearly begging for an answer. Megatron merely smiled and petted her helm. She was so naive and new to the outside world.

"Pixel, nothing can be earned without sacrifice. There are bots that are happy with how things used to be. That is an idiotic assumption. There was a caste system in the past that you were just barely born into. If a bot was born into an undesirable caste, there was no way out. Of course, the bots born in desirable castes were perfectly happy with the system. You and I were born into a caste that worked against us. I was born as a miner and you were born as a companion though I doubt you know what that could possibly be. Since my birth, I worked tirelessly in the mines and watched the older mechs fall to their fates. They could have lived much longer but the mines were a brutal master. The only escape from my fate was the illegal gladiator matches where I won my fame and skills. They taught me that the strong should get to choose their own destiny and not have their fate chosen for them. I tried to show the council this fact but they refused and turned my best friend against me." Megatron told her, his story wrapping itself around Pixel's processor.

"So you caused a war to free the people born in bad castes...?" Pixel asked, trying to make sense of everything. Megatron nodded before continuing.

"Almost every Decepticon in my ranks were born into castes that would kill them eventually or gave them a harsh life. They fight for a world that that the strong are the decision makers. Autobots are the ones that remember those days as the 'Golden Age'. They are fooled by their own memories. Pixel, you were on a ship filled to the brim with politicians that never had a hard day in their lives. You were fortunate that they even allowed you aboard. Shhh, don't cry." Megatron said, pecking her cheek when he saw her optics fill with tears once more.

"What is that word you keep using? The one about being a /Companion/ bot. I don't know what that is but the other mechs used to use that word against me a lot and it would make Captain upset." she asked, sweeping the tears away.

"It was a caste that was very rare to be born into but it was often frowned upon. They are bots born to be gifts to those in the higher classes. Beauty is their most striking trait, and I must agree. Their armor is often thin and very sensitive to the touch. They were often mistreated in their new 'homes' and abused because their masters saw them merely as prizes to please their senses. Breeding programs were set up to keep them from dying out when their numbers began to decline. They had no rights and no say in how they were treated. When the war began, they had no suitable way to protect themselves and quickly died out. Except for one, and that would be you." he explained as best as he could. He had only ever met one companion and they had died at an early age due to their treatment.

Pixel was stunned. Had the Autobots truly treated her people that poorly? She was absolutely lost for words and Megatron could see the turmoil in her optics. He did not want to see her hurt but she had needed to see the truth. Lives would be lost in this war but it was for the greater good. Only the strong had the right to shape Cybertron.

"I don't want to hurt anyone..." she whispered.

"And I will never make you. Pixel, you are safe here. The Autobots will do nothing but hurt you if you go back. They will take from you what I have always avoided." Megatron said, weaving his little lies even tighter. His words were not exactly lies but they stretched the truth in his own favor. Though the claims of the Autobots raping her was completely false. He had to convince her to never leave him. As much as he hated to admit it, he needed the little angel in his life.

"I need time to think about everything, Megatron. It's true that I do care for you, though I often fear you. But it's too much for me to take in right now. I know you don't want to hurt me but you can not deny the stories of how the Decepticons have killed innocent mechs and even Neutrals for the sake of this dream. I do not deny that you have noble intentions..." she whispered, feeling nauseous from her processor swimming.

"Then I will let you have your time to think. There are things I need to work on at the moment with Soundwave." Megatron said, respecting her request for time. He made his way to the door before being stopped by her voice.

"If I decide that I do not want to be here and become something more with you, what will happen to me? Will you allow me to go back to Captain?" she asked, fearing his answer.

"Nothing will change. I will still love you but you will never leave this place. You /will/ see things my way." he promised, exiting through the door.

Megatron had not wished to make her upset but it was necessary. He would never allow her to leave him. In his lifetime, he had already lost one person that he had cared for and he would not allow another one to be taken from him. Orion had been enough to make him lose himself and start a war. He did not know what he would do if he lost the one he believed to be his sparkmate. It would be too much for him to bear.

He would have to makeup for the distress he had caused her. Pixel was a very easy femme to please and he knew she would not stay angry or upset with him long. Her spark was much too soft for such vulgar emotions. Perhaps he would take her out on the Earth's surface once more, though he would not leave her alone again to be captured. He pondered if she was a fan of sweets or other types of edibles. Perhaps all she would want is to have a little more freedom on the ship as long as Soundwave was there to watch her, though he doubted she would try to escape.

Megatron decided that he would ask her what she liked. It was odd that he had never thought to ask Pixel what she liked or disliked, her favorite things, her past, or even her favorite color. There was things that he needed to know about her if he was to make her his mate and bear his sparklings. He had simply fallen in love with her nature, beauty, and personality. There had been no need for words.

He ended his day early and made his way to his room. As he walked, he thought on the days events. Dreadwing and Soundwave had discussed their ideas of strategy and there had been an odd lacking of Airachnid's appearance. All in all, it had been a pleasant day though he had felt guilty for leaving Pixel alone in his room all day. He was sure that she had cried at his words and it made his spark ping slightly. Guilt was not an emotion he was used to feeling. He just hoped that she had calmed a bit in his absence.

As he reached the door of his room, he moved his helm so that his receptor faced the door and listened for her cries. There was only silence and he figured that Pixel had fallen asleep or was messing with the datapad that he had kept in there for her.

"Pixel, are you awak-... Pixel?!" Megatron yelled, opening the door to an alarming scene. There was no Pixel to be seen, only ripped sheets and gashes in the walls and berth. The room was absolutely torn apart. There had most definitely been a struggle of some sort here but there was no energon to be seen. The only hint of the attacker was the acid marks that had bitten into where the marks had been made.

"AIRACHNID!" Megatron roared, leaving the room in a rage in the likes the Decepticons had never seen. He knew that wench could not be trusted but even he did not see the witch being bold enough to take his most prized possession. Oh, she would pay with her life for this digression.