(ABANDONED) Transformers Prime: Way of the Flame(REWRITE)

~10~

©SilverJay

Crashing into the shelf, datapads clattered all over her body and onto the floor. Not even bothering to get up, dully looking up at the mech who only needed to flick his wrist in order to send her flying. 

"I never gave you permission to leave!" he hollers. Earlier that solar cycle, Emerald had left the section of the Decepticon headquarters that she's assigned to live in and flew far out of the Decepticon capital, Kavon. During her flight, she met another sparkling painted with the colors yellow and black. She was so close to finally having a friend her age instead of being pestered by high ranked 'cons trying to get on her good side. For a few minutes, the two got along until a squadron of seeker clones surrounded them, informing the princess of her sire's orders to return. When the yellow and black sparkling realized who the femling he was speaking to is, he screamed and ran.

Wincing at his raging tone that gave her physical shivers. Shaking, curling into a small ball in the datapad pile. Whimpering 'I'm sorry' over and over again. Did the apologies work? Nope. Apologies never worked for Megatron. It was either succeed, offline trying, or feel the wrath of a warlord for failing him. Currently, Emerald failed him by leaving the tower. Does she regret it? Not at all. Because now she knows what this war is truly doing. 

What her sire promised isn't a better life for all Cybertronians, what he is doing is killing everyone and anything that opposes or doesn't agree with his train of thought. He is creating a dictatorship, not a democracy. 

Five breems(the equivalent to five minutes) later she was unmoving on the ground, her room a complete mess with her inventions destroyed on the ground, datapads scattered everywhere, jewelry sprawled on the floor, and some broken lights. The lights will be replaced by the time of sunsets. As for everything else? Emerald will clean it up as soon as she has the energy to. 

Everything went dark around her. She couldn't even see the ground below her except for a small lined circle that glowed bright white, allowing her to see her body. "Hello?" her words echoed back on her before a strange chanting faded in.

"Monster."

"What?"

"MONSTER!"

"Ack!" the voice boomed so loudly that she was forced to cover her audials even if it did little good of blocking out the chanting.

"MONSTER! MONSTER! MONSTER! MONSTER!"

Crying, "Stop! Stop it! I'm not a monster! I'm not-! I'm not-!" chocking on her words. Begging for it to end. 

A pair of peds appeared in front of her, outside the circle. Looking up it was the mechling from before. He wore a blank face, raising his free servo in a hypnotic trance, pointing at her. His voice was loud and clear as to what she heard, "You're Megatron's sparkling?! You're a monster!"

Gasping, jerking her body forward, screaming, "I'm not a monster!" Realizing she wasn't on her berth and wound up hitting her forehelm on her desk. "OW!" yanking her servos to her helm to hold the injury only to accidentally end up punching herself in the face, making the situation much worse. "FRAGGING RUST-BITTEN TWO-BIT PROCESSING SPAWN OF A RETRO-RAT THAT SLAGGIN' HURT WORSE THAN A FUSION CANNON!" 

Ha. And that fact about the fusion cannon is saying something. Dryly laughing in her mind.

Rolling side to side on the ground, spitting out curses that should never be repeated by a youngling. Snapping her intake shut when she remembered that Alex is still in the room. Looking up at the small boy looking at her questionably on her desk with his head slightly over the edge. His innocent blue eyes gazing down before asking, "What does 'frag' and 'slag' mean?"