Just a little heads up, some of the italicized sentences/words are symptoms of a psychopath. If the italicized words/sentences have quotation marks around them, or are in bold, then they're someone speaking/thinking. Sorry if I confuddled you.

Chapter Four: Definition of a Psychopath

When Megatron first realized his only way out of the void was through a human female, he hadn't been the least bit thrilled. And that night, as Mercy slept with the moonlight glimmering on her lavender locks of hair, he could see plainly how disturbed she was.

Megatron had a lot of suspicions about Mercy. He wanted to know her intelligence level, what kind of behavioral problems she was having, and how antisocial she was. Since she was asleep, Megatron had some time to find some things out.

He started with her backpack; he quietly went through it finding it a total mess of papers. He looked through some of the papers, realizing they were homework assignments. Some of them were her math papers with complex math problems written on them, no work to solve them, but there were answers. Inscribed on the tops of all the math papers were the words written in red ink, "No work shown, no credit." And a nice zero was branded on the page.

Megatron went through more of the papers realizing Mercy got zeroes on all of her assignments. He read through some of the questions and read her answers, and they were all right. So why was she getting zeroes on her homework? Megatron continued digging through her backpack until he found one of her report cards. He was a little startled to see she was passing all of her classes, even with all the averaged in zeroes.

He read some of the teachers' comments that basically all said the same thing: Quit cheating off other students' homework. Megatron thought about this; "Mercy hates her classmates, why would she cheat off them?" It certainly didn't make sense if she was passing all her classes. Perhaps her teachers didn't understand how intelligent Mercy really was. Megatron was determined to find out the next day.

Average or above average intelligence.

The decepticon leader put everything back in the backpack and then returned it to its rightful place. He then resumed his seat on the sofa and stared at the sleeping Mercy. She had spent the day sulking around the house wanting something to do, but there was nothing.

Prone to boredom.

While Mercy was sulking about, Megatron had gotten a good look around the house. Things seemed to be out of place here and there. There was hardly any food in the house; Mercy hadn't bothered to do any chores so the house was dirty. She wasn't lazy though; Megatron had figured that out.

No sense of responsibility.

Megatron laid back on the sofa still thinking. Mercy was different from the rest of the human race, personality wise and not because she was an android. He'd go to school with her the next day, he wanted to see what her life was really like and what made her so different.

Quite honestly Megatron didn't think too highly of Mercy. Even though she was an android, he still thought of her like every other human. He couldn't wait until he was normal again, he could leave Mercy behind and forget she existed. Or he could just give her a little squeeze and put her out of her misery.

"That's what her parents should have named her, Misery instead of Mercy," he thought, "Just where are her parents anyway? Screw it, I'll ask her in the morning." And with that Megatron fell asleep.

Mercy awoke the next morning before the sun came up. She went to the bathroom where she dressed herself, brushed her teeth, and then returned to her room. The girl watched Megatron sleep for a few minutes and then got bored with it.

She had noticed the toothpaste tasted quite awful that morning, and the taste still lingered in her mouth. Being thirsty though, she didn't want to wait for Megatron to wake up and get her a drink of unleaded oil.

Mercy went over to him and poked him in an attempt to wake the decepticon leader up. When he didn't stir, Mercy frowned and rammed her fist into his shoulder. She succeeded that time.

Megatron's optics flared to life and he glared at Mercy, "What do you want?"

"I'm thirsty," she stated crossing her arms.

Megatron rolled over onto his side so his back was to her, "Go rob a gas station or something…what are you doing up so early?"

"I always wake up at this time," Mercy stated jabbing him repeatedly in the side with her metal finger, "You said you'd provide me with some oil, hand it over."

"Leave me alone," Megatron grumbled batting away her hand.

"You obviously don't care about me or you wouldn't do this."

"Clever girl."

Mercy punched him in the back; "You should get it for me."

Megatron sat up and stretched, "Why are you so eager?"

"I'm thirsty."

The decepticon leader groaned and extracted a can of unleaded oil from his subspace. Mercy snatched it out of his hand before Megatron had a chance to hand it to her.

Cunning and manipulative.

Megatron watched as Mercy drank the oil slowly, as if savoring every drop. When she finally finished, she set the can aside and sat on the edge of her bed. "Where are your parents?" Megatron asked bluntly.

"I don't know, they're anywhere but here."

"Do they ever come home?"

"No, all they do is send a feeble amount of money through the mail. Barely enough to get me by," Mercy explained.

Megatron looked at Mercy a moment then said, "I'm going to school with you today."

"You'll be seen."

"I can go invisible with my 'ghost' powers."

"Why are you coming?"

"Just to see how poorly treated you are."

"Why? You don't care about me."

"I'm just curious about something, now stop asking questions."

Mercy didn't say anything and simply stared at Megatron. Megatron hated how she was always looking at him. He got up and went over to Mercy. Mercy didn't even look up at him. He grabbed her by the shirt collar and yanked her up to his optic level.

"Look at me Mercy," he hissed angrily.

Mercy looked at him.

"Stop staring at me, and as for you beating me up this morning, I should punish you, but I'm not going to. And you know why?"

"I don't care."

"You're pathetic Mercy, I don't want to bother wasting my time with you," Megatron explained, "I know best Mercy, and you will respect that."

"I didn't do anything wrong."

"You punched me."

"You've got no proof that I've ever touched you."

"Quit lying Mercy, you know very well what you've done wrong," Megatron stated and then let her go.

Failure to accept responsibility for their own actions.

Megatron had just proven another part of his theory and returned to his position on the sofa. Sunlight streaked through the window illuminating Mercy's lavender hair. Glaring at Megatron, she picked up her backpack and left her home. Megatron followed a few seconds later.

It was a fifteen-minute walk to school; Mercy had figured that out ages ago. Once she got to her locker on the second floor of the school, she shoved her backpack inside, put a pen in her pocket, and went to her homeroom. Her teacher wasn't there yet so she waited outside his locked door.

"Why are you wearing a hood Mercy?"

"Get out of my head."

"I asked you a question."

"I'm wearing it to cover my hair."

"Afraid of what your peers might think?"

"Of course, now get out of my head."

Megatron didn't say anything in reply. Mercy thus waited, alone and quiet, until her teacher finally came. Her homeroom teacher didn't say anything to her as he unlocked his door and went inside. He didn't even bother to hold the door open for her as he went inside.

"Harsh."

Mercy didn't say anything and reluctantly went inside her homeroom. Her homeroom teacher glanced at her while taking off his coat and then said, "Mercy, why don't you go hang out with the other kids?"

"Kids is definitely the appropriate term for them," Mercy stated flatly taking her seat.

Her teacher looked uncomfortable and continued, "Don't you have somewhere to be?"

Mercy glanced at him, "No."

"Nowhere?"

"Look," Mercy exclaimed turning to give her teacher her full attention, "I'm not a disease."

"Sometimes I wonder," the teacher muttered under his breath.

Mercy stood and slammed her chair into her desk creating a loud clash of metal. The girl grabbed her books and left her homeroom.

"Where are you going Mercy?"

She ignored him and proceeded to the girl's bathroom where she locked herself in one of the stalls. Mercy stayed there until the bell rang and then went to her first period class, chemistry with her teacher, Mr. Marx.

Mercy took her normal seat in the back of the classroom and contented herself by staring at her desk. She hadn't removed the hood she was wearing, but she could whispers around her. The second bell rang and Mr. Marx started class.

"Excuse me, Mr. Marx?" called one of the prep girls.

"Yes?" the teacher replied turning his attention to the girl.

"Don't you think Mercy should take off her hood? I mean, we should all abide by laboratory safety rules," the prep explained.

Mercy turned to the girl and rebutted, "Then perhaps you should spit out your gum and wear shoes instead of sandals. Who knows, you may have one of your famous klutz attacks and spill something on those precious toes of yours. Besides, it's the middle of winter."

The prep's cheeks turned red from anger and she simply said, "You have no business calling my toes precious."

"Enough girls. Brittany, wear shoes tomorrow; Mercy take off the hood," Mr. Marx ordered.

Mercy hesitated and Mr. Marx prodded at her again this time more threateningly. Slowly Mercy lifted a hand and removed the hood. Gasps echoed through the classroom and a student remarked suddenly, "What disease did you catch?"

The girl didn't say anything as people pointed out her eyes were blue. Feeling hideous, Mercy sank down in her chair and tried not to listen to the chatter going on around her.

"She's just trying to fit in with us, well with that look she's going nowhere."

"Her parents must have locked her in a dungeon, look at the color of her skin."

"Is it just me or has her hair gotten longer?"

"I hope her disease isn't contagious."

"Class, settle down."

"What would have possessed her to dye her hair purple?"

"Or get contacts that changed her eyes blue?"

"Shut up," Mercy said calmly.

"We all knew you were retarded before Mercy," the prep girl named Brittany suddenly spoke up," But honestly…what is this?"

Mercy didn't say anything.

"Say something Mercy, don't be weak, tell her off."

"There's nothing to say, she's right."

"Mercy."

The girl rolled her eyes and turned to the prep. "Brittany," Mercy said sweetly, "The 'this' you're referring to is not a disease. So why don't you shut your mouth before I break off each and every one of those toes of yours and shove them in your mouth?"

Brittany tucked one of her blonde locks behind her ear and retorted, "You can't even kick a ball Mercy, I'd like to see you try and break my toes off."

"Do it Mercy, that's an order."

"And if I don't?" Mercy wondered out loud. She had been asking Megatron, but the prep answered her.

"You're a coward Mercy."

"And you're a slut so what's the difference?"

"Enough!" Mr. Marx shouted suddenly, "Mercy, go to the office."

"But I didn't do—

"Don't give me that. Get your butt up and go," Mr. Marx stated.

Mercy glared at him and got up from her desk. She grabbed her books and left.

"You lie a lot."

"I have a feeling you're no better than me."

"Perhaps."

Mercy went down to the office where she waited patiently in the lobby until one of the secretaries noticed her.

"Hello Mercy, Mr. Marx called and said you were coming. How long have you been standing there?"

Mercy didn't bother to reply. Uneasy, the secretary waved her into the principal's office. His name was Mr. Cushiant, and he had a reputation. He was a balding thin haired man approaching his late forties. He was married, but he had no children of his own. Hardly ever did he enforce the dress code, especially when it came to women. His reputation: being perverted.

Mr. Cushiant was rumored to stand at the bottom of the stairs outside his office and watch as girls came down. There were reports of him looking down girls' shirts and stalking some others. Mercy knew these rumors were true, and why he still had a job was a mystery. Forgetting about his reputation though, Mercy went into his office and took a seat in front of his desk.

The principal looked up, "Ah Mercy. What did you do this time?"

"Nothing," she murmured.

"Oh really? I got a call from Mr. Marx saying that you were threatening another student," he said lowering his gaze.

"She started the whole thing," she protested feeling his eyes on her breasts.

"Why don't you tell me what happened?"

Mercy thought for a moment then said, "You don't need to know."

"Mercy, you don't need to get yourself into more trouble."

"I know what I'm doing."

"No you don't Mercy."

"Mercy, don't start this," Mr. Cushiant stated raising his gaze, "The punishment will be less severe if you just tell me."

"She, that witch, Brittany Smith sat down behind me and started pulling my hair because she thought it looked bad. Then she and the rest of the class started mocking me. I had every right to threaten her," Mercy explained.

"Lies."

"Not all of it."

"Mercy, you come down here almost everyday. You've already been diagnosed by the health clinic with behavioral problems and poor behavioral control," Mr. Cushiant exclaimed.

"Those health clinic doctors don't have any right to be diagnosing me."

"They're professional doctors. Now tell me Mercy, what are your long term goals?"

"This has nothing to do with—

"Just answer the question," Mr. Cushiant stated lowering his gaze.

"They're none of your business."

"Answer his questions truthfully Mercy or you're in for it later."

"Why?"

"Because I said so."

"That's no reason."

"Mercy you better listen to me or else."

"Will you please cooperate Mercy?"

"I don't really have any…other than burning the whole world down."

Mr. Cushiant blinked a couple of times then said, "Perhaps you should get some mental help."

"I don't have any money, and really, I don't need it."

"You wouldn't have to pay for it—

"I really don't have time for this nonsense."

"If you haven't noticed Mercy, you do have a problem," Mr. Cushiant remarked.

Mercy glared at him, "Really now? How about you say things to my face rather than my breasts?"

"Lunch detention."

"Oh boo hoo."

"After school detention."

"Shut up Mercy."

"Make me."

"That's it, you're as good as dead now."

"I'll be leaving now Mr. Cushiant," Mercy said standing and walking out of the room. "He'll be the first to burn," she thought.

Lack of realistic long-term goals. Poor behavioral controls and behavioral problems. Untruthfulness. Antisocial behavior.

"What class do you have now Mercy?"

"Gym, but I'm skipping."

"Good, I need to talk to you."

"I'm listening," Mercy responded walking out of the school and heading downtown.

"I want to know a couple things, for instance, if you've ever tried to commit suicide."

"No I haven't."

"If someone were to say you were beautiful, what would you think?"

"They've got bad eye sight. C'mon, it's totally obvious I'm the most hideous creature on the earth."

"Have you ever had any friends?"

"Once or twice, but they weren't my friends very long."

"Alright, that's enough for now, get back to class Mercy."

"No way, gym class has only gotten started, I'm not going back yet."

"I said go back to class."

"Fine, but if I hurt myself, you'll burn as well."

"Don't threaten me Mercy. I already said you're in for it later."

Mercy ignored him and turned around and went back to the school and to her gym class. She walked in only to be face to face with her gym teacher, Coach Hill, but everyone called him Coach Kill.

"It's nice of you to join us Mercy, go get changed and then you can demonstrate to the class how to hit a softball," the Coach sneered.

Mercy heard some of the class giggle as she didn't say anything and went into the locker room to change into her gym clothes. She wasn't nervous about this; she was unusually calm about knowing she was going to make a fool of herself.

Absence of anxiety. Inability to see oneself as others do. No history of suicide attempts.

Once changed, Mercy emerged from the locker room and was immediately handed a metal bat. She took her place beside home plate, which was a rug so she could throw the bat down on it without damaging the floor. The ball was rubber, but about the same size as a softball.

"When I say swing, swing."

"You don't know how to play softball."

"I understand the general concept of what you're supposed to do. Now get ready."

Coach Hill tossed the ball at Mercy with a smirk of amusement on his face. Mercy glared at him as the ball neared.

"Swing."

Mercy swung with all her might. Before she could grasp what had happened, the ball bounced down to the floor in the back of the gym. Mercy simply walked to first base.

"If you had ran, you would've made it to the next base."

"I hate running."

The android swore she heard Megatron smile. Her pride quickly faded though when her Coach got the ball back and looked at her asking, "So just what kind of a freak did you become over the weekend? Do you think because you changed your hair color and eye color and got extensions you'll do well in this class? Enlighten me Mercy."

Mercy looked down and didn't say anything. His words had burned her.

"Are you on steroids now Mercy?" he persisted, "You'll never be anything of worth, so put on your normal act and be your pathetic self."

Mercy stepped off the base and Coach Hill threw the ball at her, hitting her square in the face.

"Out," he called.

Mercy looked up at him with a death glare and tears in her eyes. "I'm safe," she mumbled.

"Excuse me?"

"I'm safe," she answered louder, "You can't throw a ball at a runner in softball and call them out. You have to tag either them or the base."

"Are you mocking me Mercy?" the Coach asked with irritation in his voice.

"No, I'm just stating the facts."

"Are you saying that I'm wrong?"

"Yes."

Coach Hill looked ready to burst from anger. Mercy just continued glaring at him. He finally realized he was beat, growled, and pitched to the next batter.

"Good job Mercy."

"He is so going to pay for saying all that crap to me."

"Calm down Mercy."

Mercy ignored him and glanced at the clock wishing time would pass faster.

The final bell rang at 3:10pm, it's normal time. Mercy dumped her books in her locker and walked home skipping her after school detention. She walked inside only to see Megatron standing in her kitchen with his arms crossed and glaring at her. Mercy kicked off her shoes and took off her backpack.

"Can I help you?" Mercy asked returning the glare.

Megatron walked up and grabbed her by the shirt collar. He hoisted her up to his level and demanded to know, "So how far did you think your insubordination would get you?"

"You're not the boss of me."

"Yes I am Mercy. Without me, you wouldn't get very far. You need me."

"I was fine without you," Mercy remarked.

"Just wait and you'll see how much you need me."

"I don't need you."

"That's what you think, now as for your punishment. I can't have you doing things wrong without me being there to punish you for it."

"Yes you can," Mercy stated fidgeting to get out of his grasp.

"Hold still Mercy," he exclaimed as a dark mist surrounded the fist of his free hand.

Mercy noticed and said, "Let me go."

"Okay," he remarked dropping her to the floor.

This caught Mercy off guard and she fell on her bottom. Megatron immediately pounced on her and pinned her to floor pressing his misting hand to her head. Mercy could feel the dark energy seeping inside of her, and it wasn't the least bit pleasant.

"Stop it," she cried trying unsuccessfully to free herself from her captor.

"Hold still," Megatron hissed, "This is for your own good."

"What are you doing?" she demanded ignoring Megatron's command to hold still.

"I'll tell you once I'm done, now quit struggling, it's not getting you anywhere."

Once again Mercy didn't listen and managed to pull her arm free from Megatron's weight. She then shoved his hand off her head and tried to shove the decepticon leader off of herself. The android didn't succeed and only made Megatron furious.

"You've done it now Mercy," he exclaimed bitterly and pinned her arms behind her back and pushed his weight against her. He then seized her head with his misted hand and continued the process where he had left off.

"You're hurting me," she hissed.

"Do you really think I care?" Megatron snarled back.

Mercy satisfied herself by glaring at him and waiting for the pain to end. Minutes later, Megatron finished and got off her. His hand had returned to normal and he left the kitchen without even bothering to help Mercy off the floor. Not wanting his help anyway, the girl got up and brushed the dust off her that had been on the floor.

She then sat at the kitchen table and put her head down. "You didn't tell me what you did," Mercy thought angrily.

Megatron emerged from the hallway suddenly with a smirk of satisfaction on his face, "Very observant you are Mercy."

"You heard me?"

"Yes, you didn't close your telepathic link."

"Whatever," she mumbled her face still buried in the table, "Just go away and leave me alone."

"Don't order me around Mercy."

Mercy picked her head up and looked at him, "Just who do you think you are coming into my life thinking you can control it?"

Megatron scowled, "I don't think I can, I already do."

"You have no right."

"I have every right Mercy."

Mercy felt a tinge of pain in her head, like someone was squeezing her brain—CPU. It was like tentacles wrapping around it and getting ready to squeeze without mercy.

"That's what you think," she remarked twisting his own words against him, "Now what did you do to me?"

"This," he said just as a wave of pain hit Mercy.

Mercy clutched her head and squeezed her eyes shut in pain, "Stop it."

Smirking, Megatron stopped the pain and said, "I transferred some of my dark energy into your mind so if you think anything I don't like, I can punish you."

"That's not fair."

"It's quite fair, and all you have to do is start acting better and I'll remove it."

"Don't you need your dark energy though to help you come back to life?"

"Yes, but it was a small sacrifice I was willing to make," Megatron stated smugly.

Mercy groaned as she put her head back down on the table. She couldn't wait until all this was over. The android heard Megatron walk back down the hallway from where he had come and glanced out the window into the cold snowy world.

A disgusting thing winter was. It froze everything into a white, surreal state. Everything looked dead, and everything was as cold as the dead should be. Mercy ran a hand up her arm. As white as her skin was, it was unnaturally warm. Something boiled in her veins. There was hatred yes, but there was something else still waiting to be set free.

"I'll burn everything," she thought after sealing off the telepathic link in her mind, "And my school will be the first to go."

Extremely long chapter, yes I know. I hope you enjoyed it, please review!!