Chapter 19

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"Your servos. You carry my mark. I carried you, and you were stolen from me." This strange femme said. She showed me the tops of her servos. I blinked slowly.

'No. That's not true.... My sire would never lie to me.' I shook my helm slightly.

"My charrier is dead. I know because sire had told me, and Optimus was the one who killed her." My voice stuttered and faded in an out. I shifted my peds slightly re-adjusting. I could feel my frame wanting to fidget.

"Your sire forced himself on me, then tore you out of me, and tried to rid the memories of you from me. Please believe me." She spoke walking closer with her servos outstretched towards me. I felt anger rise through me as I stared at her.

"I am Scythe, son of Megatron, and my charrier was killed by Optimus." I yelled at her before I could even think my servo struck her to the ground.

"Soundwave bridge now." I said frantically as I turned and ran. The ground bridge appeared in front of me and I ran through.

"Scythe." My sire turned around with a grin on his face plate. He came forward to give me a hug, I pulled away.

"What's wrong my little mechling?" He asked scowling.

"Did you lie to me sire?" I asked looking at the ground. My servos curled.

"What do you mean?" He asked going to grasp my shoulder, I pulled away and walked away from him.

"You know exactly what, sire. Did you lie about my charrier dying?" I asked staring at him. His optics shifted away before looking at me again.

"I would never lie about that to you." He scowled, but he was using his lying voice.

"Yes you would. You're lying right now. Tell me about my charrier?" I said with anger. I heard a soft sigh from him as I turned away.

"Your charrier's name is Azles. She was best friends with Optimus and I before we are who we are now. I loved her. She is still alive and under the command of Optimus." He said sitting, a hard from on his face plates.

"And you didn't tell me this sooner?" I huffed crossing my arms.

"Because... It was forced." He finally managed. 'Was my sire, the lord Megatron, leader of the decepticons on edge of tears?'

"She doesn't love you, does she?" I asked softly. He slowly shook his helm.

"She fell for Optimus a long time ago." He muttered.

'My charrier was sparked forcefully, my sire lied to me about everything, I fought on his side because I wanted revenge for my charrier, but the truth she was always there, he kept me from her.' I walked out swiftly.

"Scythe! Scythe!" I ran harder and then I was falling...

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