My Worst Enemy {Transformers Story}

Chapter Fourteen

Chapter Fourteen 

“This war is over! Take Cybertron and do what you will with it!” Megatron snarled, keeping his rage at full force so he wouldn’t show sorrow in front of such monsters. How dreadfully ironic it was. 

“Megatronus-”

“Never call me that! Never! You are dead to me, Optimus. Your whole pathetic force of cowards means nothing to me!” he spat, red optics beginning to well up with washer fluid. “Starscream, come.” he ordered, battling back the tears. 

“What about us?” Breakdown asked, looking scared for once. “Where are we going to go?” 

“The Nemesis is our ship and once Cybertron is rebuilt, we will return. Until then, we stay here on this filthy planet.” Megatron declared, motioning for his small group of Decepticons to come follow him. 

Without another word, the mechs returned to their ship. Optimus knew it was a lost cause to speak with them now and let them go. It was best to let them mourn their loss alone. 

“Optimus, I didn’t mean t-”

“We know, Arcee. It was a terrible accident.”

“Optimus, I killed the sparkling we were trying to protect! We’re worse than they are!”

Optimus shook his head slowly, optics downcast. 

“No, Arcee. We still fight for what is right and at last we have won the war. It is harsh to realize what it had to take for this to end, but be glad the killing of innocents is finally over.” 

***

Megatron and Starscream had no idea what to, the two so distraught they could hardly think. Knock Out and Breakdown were finally able to take the broken form of the sparkling and properly take care of the body once the bonded pair allowed it. 

The agonized mates returned to their quarters, both silent as they shut the door tightly behind them. The moment they were truly alone, they embraced one another. Letting down every shield of hate, treachery, and mistrust, the two began to weep. 

The scene was both beautiful and horrifying. Such proud creatures of strength and power had been reduced to tears, something they saw as true weakness. 

“Oh, how the mighty have fallen.” Megatron whispered softly, wiping the tears away. “It is over.” 

“It cannot ever be over! Not after this!” Starscream hissed, still in tears. Megatron softly nuzzled his partner and forced a small smile.

“We need time to plan what we must do, my Seeker. Time will mend certain wounds, but pour acid into others.” Megatron growled, teeth barred. “We will slaughter them all, my dear, but only once they have rebuilt our home. Then we shall strike.”

“It is merely a waiting game now, it seems.”

“Yes, but we have eternity, Starscream. Dark energon is our greatest ally.”

“That will do us well, but the loyalty of our troops has risen with this attack on our own. They will fight harder.” Starscream pointed out, nestling against Megatron as the larger mech stroked one of his wings. 

“Then we have all we need to finish this war once and for all. When all is in our favor, we will take back what is rightfully ours.”

The bondmates stayed close, pressed together as their sparks pulsed with new need for retribution. The final battle loomed in the distant minds of the mechs so plagued by misfortune, ready and waiting like the predator it was.