Spark of Hope {Transformers Story}

Chapter Six

Chapter Six

Megatron smirked, lounging calmly on his massive berth as Arcee and Optimus battled about some rouge insecticons they were having troubles with. He found the whole conversation terribly amusing that no one knew what to do about the beasts. They were not at all dangerous if one knew how to control them.

"What is he looking at?" Arcee snapped, seeing that Megatron was watching with ever intelligent red optics.

"Do not provoke him..." Optimus begged softly. "He is entirely harmless unless challenged."

"Optimus. He is NOT harmless! The insecticon is far less dangerous than that demon!"

"Arcee, please." Optimus begged, seeing her stare down the former Decepticon. The silver mech saw the challenge in her blue optics and made a deep chested warning growl, shoulders tensing.

"Optimus, you should have killed him when you had a chance! He's not worth keeping around!" Arcee whined, looking away after another moment. The warlord made a content rumble as he rolled over on the berth like a lazy tiger, knowing he was once again victorious.

"I am not going to kill any more mechs! There has been far too much killing!"

"It's all because of him, Optimus! Him!" Arcee snarled, pointing an accusing servo at Megatron. Megatron grinned, taking the whole thing as a compliment.

"Oh? So it's all my fault, is it? My dear little femme, you have no idea what kind of damage I can cause..." Megatron chuckled, a feral grin on his lips as he showed a set of sharp dentas. "Do you dare challenge me?"

Arcee clenched her dentas in return but held herself back from leaping into a fight. Optimus was quite firm about what she was and was not allowed to take part in. The Prime watched the two with a disapproving stare and relaxed only when Megatron settled back down again.

"Send Bulkhead and Wheeljack. I think they are quite capable of subduing the insecticon." Optimus said, nodding briskly as Arcee turned to walk out.

Megatron flashed her a dangerous smile when she got close, his berth right in the path of travel to the door.

"Arcee...I have always wanted to ask...who have you been partnered with this time? I know you allowed your past two companions to be terminated, so I am deeply intrigued to find out what victim has been placed with you next."

Megatron waited for a moment, letting the insult seep into her very spark. He wanted to start a fight more than anything. A fight that offered a chance to kill someone was always a good thing in his twisted mind.

Arcee spun in a flash and fired two shots at him as the silver mech leapt from his berth at her. He ignored the sting as one of the bolts hit his shoulder, dragging Arcee down onto the floor the moment he sank his cruel claws into her. Wrestling the femme easily into submission, he gave her yet another grin.

"I always wanted to be the one to kill you, Arcee. And to think your beloved Prime gets to watch!" he chuckled, feeling her racing spark under his massive servo. He almost laughed at the notion that her own spark thought by beating faster it could somehow escape him.

Optimus has been waiting for the perfect moment, hoping that he wouldn't have to do what he feared he must. If he hesitated any longer, Arcee would be in far more trouble. Welling up all the emotions of loss, sorrow, agony, and hurt, he compacted them and sent them in an all encompassing wave of energy across the bond to Megatron.

Megatron made a strangled cry and keeled over, claws scrabbling at his chest as he howled in anguish, the wave of energy slamming into his spark with true force. The agony of it was the worst he had ever felt, now entirely debilitated by the raw channeling of emotions throughout his entire being.

Arcee leapt up when she saw Megatron was no longer a threat, venting hard from the rush of adrenalin. Glancing to Optimus, she saw him give her a nod to go and she quickly did so, fumbling with the door as she escaped the roars of the stricken former Decepticon.

Optimus shut off the energy the moment the door was closed and locked, wincing when Megatron didn't get up. The mech's sides were heaving from the stress on his systems even after the emotional energy had been quelled. He forced himself stand and staggered to his pedes, a servo still on his chest plating.

"Megatron, I have made it clear there will be no fighting in this room." Optimus said sternly, although his tone implied regret at the attack he had been forced to make.

Megatron gave no answer, now plagued with a terrible helmache and sparkache. He dragged himself onto the berth and curled up, his back to Optimus. He felt a gentle nudge of comfort from the other mech and let out a terrible snarl, sending back a jolt of fury.

"I do not want your petty emotions! Send me all your pain and hate, Optimus Prime! I am no stranger to it!"

Optimus reeled from the anger, able to feel the raw power of it. Megatron's words rang in his audio receptors. 'Send me all your pain and hate, Optimus Prime! I am no stranger to it!' He took a seat at his desk, still able to feel a sense of hurt and anger roll off of Megatron. The bond could be walled off, but one could never truly hide feelings from the other. Sighing deeply, Optimus shuttered his optics. He knew right away he had made a mistake and it would take a great deal to fix it.

Megatron ignored Optimus entirely and rested his head on his uninjured arm as he sighed, claw scratching an unknown pattern into the metal of the berth. Optimus had not only forcebonded with him, but now he could seek him out with it and suppress him with emotions. The fragger had planned it all along. He had managed to gain the upper hand on him only through the wretched bond.

Megatron stiffened as he felt another affectionate emotion try to soothe the pain that had been given a few moments before. He pushed back with all the hate and feral anger he could muster, hoping it hurt. It seemed to deter any more attempts to heal the unseen wound Optimus had caused, so Megatron allowed himself to shutter his optics in private thought. How much he hated what he had become! He was a weakened husk of what he once had been. The silver mech shuddered as he began to imagine that a Prime was coming close to breaking him for good.