Author's Note: WARNING! This chapter contains assault/suggested attempted rape (mostly just kissing) and a death scene! READ WITH CAUTION IF YOU GET TRIGGERED!
CHAPTER 15
Silas couldn't believe it.
No.
There had to be a mistake!
He re-read the test results a second time, his expression one of first shock and then ever so slowly, his lip curled up into a small smile. The MECH leader couldn't remember the last time he'd genuinely smiled…
Jackson Darby…was his own flesh and blood.
A son.
He had a son!
The military extremist slumped down into his office chair, eyes still glued to the DNA results plastered on his computer screen. In the privacy of his office, he allowed his mind to wander.
A small part of his heart twisted in anguish, his face mirroring his internal pain.
June…why didn't you tell me? I would have loved you both…
Silas couldn't stop himself from imagining the life they could have had together. Yet it was foolhardy. And quite frankly a waste of time.
With a shuddering sigh, Silas deleted the test results, a sad frown on his lips.
So…Jack was really his child.
And Demetri Darby had beaten him to a bloody pulp!
Silas's eyes darkened, his jaw slightly clenching at the realization. Oh, that poor excuse for a father would pay!
The MECH leader took a few minutes to compose himself and then stood up from his desk and marched right for the door.
"What do you think, my dear?"
June Darby remained silent as the solid, holographic, human form of Megatron slowly approached her. Inside she was screaming as the devil stopped just an inch shy of her own body. Wrapping strong arms around her, she was helpless to stop him as he pulled her against his broad chest in an odd embrace.
"You feel so soft…" the demon whispered in her ear.
"Yes, my Lord Megatron." June automatically responded thanks to the slave coding within her psyche. If she had full control of herself, she was sure she'd kick him where the sun didn't shine.
He took a step back, the attractive face of a rather hot looking, middle-aged man grinning devilishly down at her. He had perfect teeth; his jawline was perfectly chiseled. His looks rivaled that of Optimus Prime's own hologram. June felt her cheeks burning, annoyed that the one part of herself that wasn't necessarily enslaved, could respond to the monster's handsome leer.
Megatron was a hunk as much as June didn't want to admit it.
She mentally cheered when she felt herself actually move her right foot slightly. Now…if only she could propel her foot upwards…
June Darby's flushed cheeks turned from a rosy pink to a scarlet red, as Megatron gently pulled her body against his a second time, leaning down to smother her lips with his own, in a passionate kiss. Her own body naturally melted into his. She couldn't do anything, ashamed when a soft moan escaped her lips, as the Decepticon leader explored her mouth with a tongue that was devoid of saliva. June felt absolutely violated. A single tear escaped her eye as the Decepticon leader's hologram finally pulled back to allow the human a chance to breathe.
He looked far too smug, no doubt knowing he had humiliated the human femme.
It unnerved her when he used a hand to gently brush her tears away.
June wished she could bite his hand… or tell him to go screw himself!
"No need to cry, my sweet. We have work to do…" the Decepticon's human appearance disappeared in the blink of an eye.
Megatron deactivated his hologram emitter, the one June had stolen from the Autobot base, and arose from the berth he'd been resting upon. His blood red optics raked over June's body, a feral grin widening upon his face as he began barking orders.
"Decepticons! We attack the Autobot base at sunrise! Take no prisoners!"
June wanted to scream to beg him not to hurt her son but almost as if the titan had heard her unspoken thoughts he glanced down at her with an inscrutable expression.
"Don't fret, my love. Jackson will remain unharmed. Shockwave!"
"Yes my Lord?"
"Deactivate June's slave coding temporarily."
"Yes my, Lord Megatron."
June fell to her knees with a relieved sob as the slave coding within her mind was no longer dominant. She softly cried tears of guilt and regret, glaring murderous daggers into the retreating back of the Decepticon leader.
The Autobots were going to die…and it was all her fault.
Jack didn't know how long he remained in the interrogation room. Felt like hours…
He was surprised when Silas returned with a masked medic wearing military fatigues and a tray of food.
"Please allow my healer to attend to your wounds."
"I'm fine." Jack snapped as he slapped the medic's hand away.
"That wasn't a request," Silas glared, daring the child to argue.
"Ok! Jeez…you sound like my mother!"
Jack rolled his eyes and allowed the medic to examine his injuries inflicted by Demetri Darby. He hissed in pain when an ice pack was introduced to his shiny black eye. Fortunately, his lower lip did not need stitches. His broken nose had to be reset though. The boy couldn't stop a scream of pain as the medic straightened the cartilage. Jack also had angry bruises on his left cheek and upper temple that would take weeks to heal. The medic applied a healing salve to his lip and gently rubbed the sweet-smelling substance across his bruised skin. He flashed a small penlight in the boy's eyes and frowned.
"The boy has a slight concussion."
Jack closed his good eye and missed the angry curling of Silas's hands into fists.
Once the medic was finished, he was dismissed.
"Please. Eat. You must be hungry." Silas pushed the food tray closer to the teen.
Why was Silas being so nice to him?
The teen could only stare for a moment at the madman with distrust in his eye and he shook his head in the negative.
"No way. It's poisoned. Or laced with something!" The teenager accused with a small frown.
Silas couldn't stop his own eyes from rolling in annoyance and picked up the fork from the tray, stabbed at a piece of cut venison, and proceeded to sample Jack's meal himself. After he'd taste tested the mashed potatoes with gravy and the bright green broccoli, he set the fork back down on the tray.
"There. Satisfied?"
"Can I have another fork?"
The innocent question seemed for a moment to stump the man.
"Why?"
"You put your germs all over that fork. I'm not eating off the same one!" Jack whined with a glare.
The older man growled at the child.
"Eat."
"No!"
"Don't make me force feed you, boy."
After a heated staring contest, the teenager finally relented with a frustrated huff.
"FINE."
The young lad wiped the fork off with a napkin and stared at the meal before him. The delicious, and savory aromas wafted into his nose. His stomach chose to grumble with hunger at that moment, prompting a rather triumphant grin from the older man.
Jack winced as his split lip was stretched with each bite. He carefully chewed and swallowed, unable to help himself from wolfing down his meal in a matter of minutes. A content sigh escaped the boy not a moment later. When was the last time he ate?!
Silas picked up the tray and then gestured for the boy to follow him with a lazy wave of his hand.
"Come."
"Where are we going?"
"You'll see."
For some reason, the man's words did not comfort Jack. It was ominous. Where was he taking him? Out behind the ammunition shed to shoot him?
His eyebrows rose into his hairline when Silas brought him into an actual prison cell, but it wasn't meant for Jack.
His breath caught in his throat when his eyes landed on the bloody face of his abusive father. The man was shackled hand and foot and was sitting on a hard slab that Jack guessed, served as a bed. It appeared that Demetri Darby received the same treatment that Jack underwent hours ago.
He was more than startled when Silas pulled the pistol from the holster on his waist, flipped the safety off, and handed Jack the loaded weapon.
"Shoot him."
The teenager was torn.
"I-I can't."
"You are acting in self-defense. Shoot him!"
"He's an unarmed prisoner!" Jack argued vehemently.
"He's also a child abuser. He must answer for his crimes!"
"Yes, he should, I agree! But not like this!" Jack tried to hand the gun back to Silas, but the older man merely glared, crossing his arms over his armored chest in refusal.
"What are you afraid of? No one will miss Demetri Darby…" Silas softly growled with contempt in his voice.
"I'm not going to do your dirty work for you!"
Silas felt his frustration growing as his patience waned. The boy was as stubborn as his mother!
"Shoot him!"
Jack aimed the gun at Silas instead, taking a few steps away from the surprised man.
"What's stopping me from shooting you instead and leaving this hellhole?"
Silas stared at the teen grimly as though accepting his fate.
"Then you are responsible for the murder of your own father."
"What?" Jack hissed with narrowed eyes, believing the madman was trying to trick him.
"You heard me."
"You're NOT my father!"
"Yes. I AM."
"ARE NOT!"
"ARE TOO!"
"What the hell are you talking about Silas?!" Demetri dared to pipe in. Both Jack and Silas turned on the shackled man and shouted at him in unison.
"SHUT UP!"
"DNA tests don't lie, boy," the MECH leader growled.
Jack saw the seriousness in Silas's cold gaze and couldn't stop the hand holding the gun from trembling.
"What?!" Jack's voice rose an octave in his disbelief.
"Jack…I am your father."
"That can't be true! You are trying to trick me!" Jack denied with tears welling in his eyes.
"Why would I trick you, son?"
"I'm NOT your son!"
"Damn right, you aint!" Demetri piped in again.
"SHUT UP!" Jack screamed at the man as he felt his entire world begin to crumble around him. The poor boy felt like he was slowly losing his sanity.
"I have no reason to lie to you Jack." Silas all but purred.
"You mean…you and my mom? Were once together?! Oh my god…" Jack slapped a hand over his mouth as his rebellious stomach churned…but it was too late. The teenager turned around and vomited in the corner of the cell away from the two men currently staring at him.
"Is it really that hard to believe?" Silas questioned dryly.
"You mean…Jack isn't my son? I knew June was a good-for-nothing slut!" Demetri raged prompting an immediate response from Jack.
The boy aimed the gun at Demetri and snarled.
"Don't you DARE talk about my mom like that!"
"DO. IT." Silas growled.
Jack's hand trembled again as he fought the overpowering urge to pull the trigger. It was no less than what Demetri Darby deserved… yet within his heart, the boy knew Optimus would disapprove. It was wrong. Not just wrong...it was murder.
"NO." Jack flicked the safety back on and dropped the gun with a loud clatter. "I have a father. He's more of a father than the two of you!"
Silas, having lost his patience, picked up the pistol and shot Demetri Darby himself, right in the heart.
Jack screamed when the gun went off and could only stare dumbfounded at his stepfather's lifeless body.
"Like it or not Jack. I am your father. And you will cooperate unless you want your dear mother to end up like him!" Silas snapped as he exited the cell.
Jack slid down the wall until he was sitting, pulling his knees up against his chest. His real father was a monster. No better than the man that raised him…
The young teen still held on to the fledgling bond he had with Optimus.
"Please….don't come for me. Stay away…stay far away…" Jack murmured tiredly as he rested his forehead against his knees. In the darkness of his new prison cell, the boy wept.
"I have reason to believe that June is not herself."
"Gee, what gave you that idea?" Arcee sarcastically quipped as she raised an optic ridge at her leader.
The bots were back in their base. They managed to defuse Knock-Out's "Gift", seconds before it would have exploded. The bots watched the base's security footage and reviewed June's actions up until her departure with Knock-Out.
"She was trying to warn us!" Ratchet exclaimed with bright optics.
"Yeah…those song lyrics and the television reference was her way of trying to tell us that something was wrong!" Bulkhead deduced.
"Autobots, if we are to survive…we must abandon Autobot outpost Omega 1," Optimus gravely intoned.
"I'm surprised Megatron isn't already knocking down our front door!"
"You called?!" Came a rasping voice towards the entrance of the silo.
All of the Autobots immediately got into a fighting stance when Megatron and a horde of Decepticons blocked their only means of escape.
Optimus Prime's battle mask slid into place, optics narrowing defiantly at the tyrant.
"Decepticons! ATTACK!" Megatron roared a second later.
The Autobots, outnumbered though they be, put up a valiant fight. Megatron laughed cruelly as he taunted his arch nemesis.
"Guess what I'm going to do to the human femme, once I've finished you?!"
"Where is she?!" Optimus snarled as he blocked Megatron's punch.
"Where do you THINK?! Tucked safely away aboard the Nemesis! A ship you still can't track…"
"Let her go!"
"And why pray tell, would I do that?!"
"Because Megatron…I can give you what you want!" Optimus paused in the fight, surprised when Megatron stopped as well.
"And what, pray tell, would that be?"
"I surrender myself in exchange for June Darby!"
"NO OPTIMUS!" Ratchet shouted above the noisy din of battle.
"Don't do it!" Arcee cried as she decapitated a vehicon trooper. Bulkhead was busy fighting Shockwave, while Bumblebee was engaging Knock-Out and Soundwave. All in all, Megatron had the upper hand, and the Autobots knew it.
"Autobots! Cease fire!"
"Decepticons! To me!"
Both factions reluctantly stopped the fight, all optics focused on a pleased Megatron.
"Very well, Prime. I accept your terms."
The rest of the Autobots watched on in stunned horror as Optimus allowed himself to be restrained by Megatron's minions.
"Decepticons, to the Nemesis!"
The Autobots could only watch on helplessly as their leader was shoved through a swirling groundbridge vortex, summoned by Soundwave. In seconds, their leader was gone, and with him…their hopes for victory.
June Darby did not expect to see Optimus Prime, bound and helpless.
"Optimus! What the hell are you doing?!" June hissed with fiery eyes. If he was going to play the noble card and sacrifice his own life for hers…
"Ah, here we are, Prime. My home, sweet home."
"Release June, Megatron. You have what you want."
"I do indeed," Megatron smirked with dark satisfaction, "you will bear witness as I make your human pet…MINE."
Optimus's battle mask retracted to reveal a stunned and horrified expression as Megatron once again used the holo-emitter to appear human.
"NO! LEAVE HER ALONE!" Prime shouted as he struggled against his captors.
June snarled as the human looking Megatron approached her with purposeful strides.
"Stay away from me! I swear if you even try to—"
"-You are mine, my dear…to do with what I will!"
June kicked Megatron's hologram in the crotch and was stunned when he merely grinned maliciously.
"What the hell?" the woman gasped with wide eyes.
"Our holograms feel no pain! Unlike yourself!" Megatron crowed triumphantly as he threw June down to the ground. He was upon her like a lion on a downed gazelle. She struggled and fought against him, but it was no use as he began to passionately kiss her again.
"LET JUNE GO!" Optimus pleaded with a startled cry as he helplessly watched from the sidelines. He was currently being subdued by two vehicon troopers. Megatron had transported his hated foe to his own personal quarters, the door no doubt locked. That was okay though…for Optimus had a delicate lock picking technique up his sleeve.
Megatron pulled away from June and grinned in Optimus's direction.
"What's the matter, Prime? Are you jealous that you didn't think of this first?!"
June slapped Megatron across his face and glared up at him.
"You're a monster! To hell with you, you pervert!"
"That's it my dear…I do enjoy it when a femme fights back!"
Before June could utter another word, Megatron's lips were against hers yet again in a fevered fervor. She feebly fought against him but if anything, it only made Megatron all the more passionate.
The evil warlord only paused to allow the human a greedy mouthful of air before continuing his rabid assault. He began to claw at her clothes but thankfully didn't get very far.
In seconds, it was over. June blinked confusedly up at the space Megatron had occupied seconds before.
What the…?
That's when June saw the two vehicons dead on the floor, and Optimus no longer bound. He held a snarling Megatron hologram in one servo, his left sword held against Megatron's stasis-induced, Cybertronian throat.
"It's over Megatron. June will be coming with me." Prime growled dangerously through his battle mask with optics aflame in righteous fury.
Megatron's hologram fizzled out of existence as Prime blasted the holo-emitter on Megatron's chassis at point-blank range.
The warlord struggled to online from stasis, cursing as he regained consciousness. By then it was already too late…
Optimus blasted the locking mechanism and broke the door down with June held safely in his servos. He pressed two digits against his temple and hailed Ratchet.
"I need a groundbridge, ASAP!"
Megatron's optics finally onlined, long enough for him to see the Prime escape through a swirling green vortex with his most prized possession…
(TO BE CONTINUED!)
Author's Note: Yeah…that was gross. X_X Megatron is nasty lol. At least Optimus rescued her, right?! Please don't hate or flame… this was very difficult to write. ._.
Sorry updates are so slow I've been battling depression among other health issues. But next chapter is already in the works!