Never Again

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My first day of college this semester wasn't all that bad. Figured I could post a chapter before bed. 

WARNING: Mention of sexual abuse in this chapter. Its an important chapter, but if you do not feel comfortable, I will give a summary of the chapter at the end if you want to scroll through.

Hope you enjoy.

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Lynlee trembled in fear as Megatron stared down at her. Her body was beginning to shut down, allowing her pain to slowly fade away along with her consciousness. 

Something was hooked to the back of the long metal slab that she had been forced to lay upon. The cold was numbing but at this point, she didn't care. What was the point of living anymore? First, it had been her father's abuse, and then her mother's death. She was captured by the Decepticons and now, finally, she would finally die. 

Megatron was going to kill her. 

A body fizzled into existence beside her, and the girl froze. Megatron was now standing in his holoform, eyes piercing and as intimidating as ever. He stood well over six foot four with silver hair and a large, muscular body. His jaw clenched as he reached forward, placing a helmet of some sort upon her head.

Of course, he was not gentle as he purposely made sure to jerk her head and place pressure on her ribs as he leaned over her. 

"Let's see what in that mind of yours," he snarled, "as it seems you know too much for your own good."

He couldn't let her live- no matter what advantage they would hold above the Autobots. Soundwave would no doubt find out about his secret, and everything would end for the Decepticons. 

Soundwave was not only third in command, but the communications officer for hundreds and hundreds of years. Any piece of secret, hidden information would fall into the hands of the Autobots, including any weaknesses, relic locations, energon mines, and everything Megatron had organized for the new creation of Cybertron. 

That mech could end the war in an instant if he gave himself over to their side.

He couldn't let that happen.

Lynlee felt her body begin to shut down as Megatron laid upon the metal slab beside her, placing a series of cables onto his own head. She could feel her body begin to drift away, as could Megatron.

Within seconds, they were both standing in a large field, vast with wildflowers and grass. Lynlee immediately recognized the place, as it had been one of her favorite places to play when she was younger. Before her father went crazy. 

Before her life turned into hell. 

Her feet stumbled forward in the direction of her home. Confusion laced her mind but her mind trailed off to what Megatron had told Soundwave earlier. That he would sift through her mind. Was this a memory, Lynlee wondered as she finally spotted her front porch.

Everything was quiet as she made her way inside. 

And there he was- the Warlord himself standing before exact spot her mother had passed away. A disgusted look was plastered on his holoform's face as he inspected the corpse of her mother, and Lynlee felt anger boiling up inside of her. 

"What a pathetic creature," he murmured. 

"Don't talk about my mother that way." 

His eyes turned towards her direction, and she shivered as they glow in the darkness. Part of her wondered where her past self hid. Probably still upstairs- completely oblivious to her mother's death. Pain shot through her chest but she forced herself not to cry.