Transformers Prime One Shots

Meeting Him-Megatron

You growled as your opponent managed to land a punch to the side of your face, knocking you off balance and making you take a few steps back. Narrowing your eyes at him, you tighten your fists, the thin black and F/C gloves stretching like a second skin. Still glaring, you ready your stance as the boy who was a head taller than you and much broader smirked.

"Aw, it seems that the big bad Y/N has finally lost her undefeated title. Should I tell the crowd?" He says, sweeping an arm out to the massive amount of people screaming from the stands.

"I'm not defeated until I'm lying dead on the floor." You hiss, a snarl finding itself on your lips.

He glares at you and roars charging forward. Bracing yourself, time almost seems to slow down as you watch every step he takes, every twitch of muscle and slightest of movements. There it is. Time goes back to normal and he reaches you, a look of confidence on his face. But you already know what he's about to do.

Turning clean to the side, his fist goes through nothing but air. He only has enough time to land his shocked eyes on your deadly smile before your knee comes up to his chest, knocking the air from his lungs. Hitting the ground, he coughs but manages to roll away from you. Standing back up he launches fist after fist towards you, missing each time. You duck as one aims for your eyes, and using your position to your advantage, throw your own fist directly below his ribcage, delivering all of your strength into it. He folds over and you swipe your leg against his, knocking him to the ground with a loud thud. When he makes no move to continue, you throw your arms in the air. The applause was deafening.

Walking off the platform, you wiped the sweat from your brow and walked out the door and into the massive parking lot. You made your way through the wire fence before reaching the sidewalk and then your apartment. Slipping out of your sweaty, disgusting clothes you replaced them with a tank top and shorts. Touching your face gently, you wince before examining yourself in the bathroom mirror. The side of your right cheek was slightly swollen, but not by much. What was shocking was the deep purple and blue bruise that had already formed on your face.

"Man, that guy could really throw a punch." You mutter to yourself. Glancing at the clock, you realize that it was already nine o'clock, and deciding you had nothing better to do, crawled into your bed, pulling your F/C comforter and SF/C sheets up to your chin, nestling into the sweet warmth. You grabbed your phone and checked up on everything, smiling smugly when you found a picture one of your fans took of you standing victoriously over today's opponent. Shutting it off, you close your eyes and wait for the gloriousness of sleep to come.

You glared at your phone. More specifically the time on the screen, mocking you in big white digits . Two freaking am. And you hadn't gotten a wink of sleep. You huffed angrily and ripped the covers off, shoving your feet into your flip flops and throwing your hair into a ponytail. When things like this happened, you always found yourself going to the balcony of your apartment, and the small couch that laid right next to the railing. Your feet knew the way without even having to see, and you soon found yourself laying on top of it, your eyes staring at the stars. Wonder replaced anger, and a small smile replaced your frown. What I wouldn't give to be able to fly... As if the world supported your wish, a shooting star traveled across the sky, a bright purple tail trailing behind it. As the magnificent glow died down, a strange shadow took its place. You narrowed your eyes, trying to figure out what it was. It had the shape of a jet, but looked nothing like anything you knew existed. Maybe some other country's secret spy jet or something? No, definitely not. A rumble was heard as it streaked forwards, steadily getting louder. You watched in amazement as it came ever closer, until it was coming straight towards you. You sat up in a rush, and it flew right by your apartment, roaring against your eardrums. Transfixed, you could do nothing but stare as you noticed it drop down towards the parking lot of the now empty stadium. Did it crash? The surrounding buildings blocked your view, but you couldn't hear the engines anymore. Then again, there was no sound of a crash either. Debating in your head for a few seconds, you finally jumped up and rushed out the door.