Optimus Prime: Vampire Hunter

Kaon

While Optimus was fighting for his life in the ruined parts of Cybertron, Megatron, his former friend turned Lord of the Decepticon Horde was in Kaon, the only shining city left standing. All of the survivors of his grand push huddled to this place for survival. Non vampire citizens are left to fend for themselves, while those who are vampires get citizenship, freedoms, and of course, immunity from punishment. Megatron was sitting on his throne, the metal gray and cold, but padded with fine purple cushions, the room was decorated with purple banners bearing his Horde's symbol.

His grand palace, as he called it, was in the center of Kaon. Currently he's sitting on said throne, thinking. His thoughts were interrupted by Starscream, his "loyal" Air Commander and Seeker. He walked into the throne room, and promptly bowed, his long and slender arms and legs making him look elegant and practiced.

"Speak." Megatron said simply, his voice commanded respect and attention.

"The scouting party in Nuon City has been slain." Starscream simply answered.

Megatron's digits twitched, but he gripped the arm rest of his throne to steel himself. Those scouts were purposefully starved to find the best energon. How could they have been killed? Who is brave, or rather, foolish enough to dare challenge his Horde? One he has spent ages of forming?

His red optics glowed with a subtle hue of rage, he questioned in a steely tone, "Who did it?"

Starscream tried not to flinch from his words, he gulped, "The one your Thralls call 'Mwuaji'."

Mwuaji. The title bestowed upon Optimus Prime, former officer to the Great Emperors of Cybertron, the mech he blindsided and manipulated while planning his grand take over. The mech he forced to watch as he ordered his prized assassin to tear his conjunx and child apart. He glanced at two glass cases in the far nook to his left. A light shone on each of them, in one glass case sat a head, one with chevrons and a missing jaw. The other held a set of door wings, white base with light blue stripes down the middle, having been ripped off violently.

"So, he's still after me?" He mused to himself. He looked at Starscream, "Send out the Brutes. I want them to kill him, bring me his head, so I can mount it on my wall, then my collection will be complete."

Starscream bowed and left, while Megatron laughed.

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Optimus woke up from a chill in the air, he sat up, his bag was on the left, open, his axe handle out and easy for him to grab in case. He sat up, and looked out the window. The sun was shining, a new day. He got up, and walked to the wash room, well what WAS a wash room. He looked in the mirror, his blue optics shone bright, but he still had his mask in his way. He knew welding it shut was a bad idea. He grabbed the nearest sharp object, a shard of glass, and began cutting away at the mask, the shard dug into his hands, causing him to bleed. He hissed through his teeth.

He kept at it, each movement dug it in. Causing the fire of pain in his hands to grow. He dug it in, making the mask crack down the middle, he cried out as he sliced downwards. Making the mask snap open and slide back, revealing his face. He dropped the shard and collapsed on his knees. He gripped the sink, staining the metal blue. He panted, the pain was agonizing. He gripped the sink, and got up, and saw his reflection, his face was clearly showing color differences, everything below his nose was lighter. His upper face was darker, his right optic showed a scar, exposing a tiny bit of circuitry.

He looked at his hands, open wounds were bleeding, he looked around and grabbed some wash cloths, he used them as makeshift bandages. He applied pressure, and sighed. He went to his bag and found some bandages. He set one cloth down, stained blue. He wrapped the other hand up, and did the same with the other. When he finished, Optimus leaned against the wall. He was tired. A few kliks passed and he got up. He grabbed his axe and strapped it to his back. Then slung his bag over his shoulder.