Fight to Forget
In which Megatron fights against Unicron's control.
Unicron had been insistent, and very convincing in his slow take-over of Megatron's body. He was very polite, too, Unicron praised himself. He hummed as he stitched his follower back together. Oh, how Megatron would thank him...
But Megatron revolted. Hard.
"Get out of me!" Megatron threw the intruder in his mind against the far wall of his consciousness. He conjured weapons to square off with Lord of Darkness in his imagination.
"Oh, my Prince of Darkness..." The god dared to entertain the same ideas he had when the Cybertronian first came to him, invading his body like the plague with that disgusting Prime of his...they thought they had finished him.
"Your love is a lie!" Megatron roared and he attacked the god when he was down. "Did you think that you could erase me?" He fought the god, beating him down. Unicron did nothing yet. "I will fight to forget you! I will die to forget you! Let me go! Let me go!"
Unicron took blow after blow. Megatron, smug and heated with the prospect of a fight, saw vulnerability in the god's retraint. He underestimated the god, he realized too late. This may be his consciousness, but Unicron was a god no matter where he was.
Earth-colored claws wrapped around his neck and hoisted him into the air, much like he had done to Starscream several times. The word karma floated across his mind and he gripped Unicron's wrist, whimpering to be released.
"Silly mech...you will obey me, because the cost of disobedience is life, and you do not want that, my Prince...now..." Claws dug into his belly and ripped out his innards. Gone were his old parts. Instead, new wiring and new chips of data were shoved roughly, forced to comply to the god's will. Megatron howled and twisted, but he couldn't get away, not until the process was complete and Unicron stood above the smaller mech that had curled himself into a fetal position. In all reality, the Megatron in his mind was unaffected by the god's workings only because the mech's mental concept of himself had yet to change.
The real Megatron, however, was different in every way. Not one thing remained, not even his insignia. That had also been changed on a whim, a sudden flair for design Unicron decided that was needed on this new frame of his, since it would be his, and it would always be his, so long as the Dark Energon contentedly flaring in the mech's spark. With that single shard, Unicron had been able to whisper into Megatron's helm since the very beginning, and he had enjoyed every second of it.
"Rise," the god barked. The mech had no other choice but to obey, and he rose. He lowered his optics, though, and Unicron permitted this little act of rebellion. For now. "Good pet...now, let us go and seek our revenge."
"Did you get what you want?" Megatron raised his gaze then and searched the god's face.
Unicron smirked and shrugged. "Sure looks like it."