Rise | Transformers Prime fanfic

Chapter 142

Jack, Optimus, and Megatron battled alongside each other fiercely, ensuring Unicorn didn't try and get the upper hand of any of them as much as possible.

As they fought, thoughts raced through their mind of how they would defeat the God, now that Cybertron was resurrected since they wanted to ensure Unicron had no more tricks up his sleeve.

Megatron grunted as he held one of the wings of Unicron, pulling harshly on them. Unicron roared in anger and spun his helm, grabbing Megatron in his jaws and throwing him off.

Megatron slid across the surface of Cybertron, wincing in pain as he slid onto his peds and held the spot where his tcog was.

"Megatron! Look out!"

The former Warlord looked up too late and was pinned by the giant Predacon, who growled lowly down at him.

"What's that human saying?" Unicron said with a smirk. "I'll see you in Hell?" He said and he grabbed Megatron in his jaws before throwing him into the well of Allsparks in an instant.

"No!" Jack yelled as he swung at Unicron, but the God dodged his kick and whacked him with his tail and sent his own son flying after Megatron into the well.

Megatron saw where he was falling and attempted to shift, only to fail as his tcog throbbed painfully. Megatron's world seemed to slow around him as he saw Jack falling as well, and he knew what was to come.

"Amalgamous." He whispered faintly as his optics slowly shut and he allowed all of his thoughts to finally be let free, accepting his fate to finally be free mentally and physically.

"I will see you soon."

But the human and Decepticon suddenly stopped midair as the Well glowed bright blue in an instant, breaking their fall and stopping them from going any further.

Megatron's optics opened and he was met with a pair of giant, bright blue optics. He breathed out shakily with wide optics and looked at the body that it belonged to.

A giant, rainbow colored Predacon.

"Amalgamous."

The blonde haired girl opened her eyes, blinking tiredly. "Oh shit, dude. My head." Amal groaned and slowly sat up.

"Well, you took quite a fall."

Amal looked up and blinked in surprise. "I remember you." She said and climbed to her feet carefully. The figure in front of her shifted and the faint shadow she could see of it smiled.

"Oh, you do?" It asked and Amal nodded. "From when I died...well, the second time. You asked if I thought it was my time to die, like a judgement thing." She said and the figure chuckled.

"Oh, that was just me entertaining you while we waited for your friends to revive you."

"We?" Amal questioned and the shadow figure nodded as a few others began to slowly come out from behind the giant figure in front of her, all equally the same height but with different shapes, all except one tiny form.

"Yes, Amalgamous. We."

Amal swallowed. "Who are you guys?" She asked and the figure smirked. "We...are the thirteen." It said and Amal's eyes widened and she took a step back.

"As in...the thirteen original Primes?" She squeaked out and all of them nodded. "Uh, am I supposed to bow or salute, or what?" She asked and they all let out chuckles that startled the young girl.