Don’t
Stay
By:
Sinead
Written:
Author’s
Note: Got bored, downloaded a
few MP3s mixed by Tony Bakula, with Megatron’s voice featured upon them. Got
me thinking again, and so I now have to continue Starath’s story with the
brutal, tyrannical leader, this time, uninterrupted. *sigh* I don’t own
Megatron, Starath, Beast Wars, Linkin Park, or the song “Don’t Stay.”
Oh, and by the way . . . if you ever get the chance, do download some
of the mixes done by Tony Bakula. He’s slagging good!
Sometimes
I need to remember just to breathe
Sometimes
I need you to stay away from me
Megatron
was pacing. His breath came in angry, ragged gasps. His mind was reeling over
the destruction that one of his warriors had caused. Tarantulus was not to be
trusted again, no!
As
he roared his vexation, a small figure walked through the mirror, and watched.
Sometimes
I’m in disbelief I didn’t know
Somehow
I need you to go
Grasping
his stool, he ripped it apart quickly, then looked around to release his anger
through other forms of annihilation. His optics lit upon Starath, who was
watching him silently. Shamed, he turned away, but hissed menacingly, “Go.
Leave. Get away.”
“Megatron
. . .”
Don’t
stay
Forget
our memories, forget our possibilities
“I
said, leave!” he roared, glaring down at her.
She
glared up at him, eyes watering slightly, but her stance saying that she would
not leave. Her throat was tight, prohibiting her from speaking to
him, but he didn’t need to hear her words, knowing that her silence was his
fault. Again, he turned away, and gripped the door of his closet, crushing the
metal between his fingers.
What
you were changing me into
Just
give me myself back and
Before
he ripped the door free, a sniffle reached through his rage. Slowly, he forced
himself to let go of the door, and to look towards the mirror, where Starath
was standing, a stoic look upon her face, even though her eyes were
overflowing, her lower lip was trembling, and her hands were balled into
fists. She stared straight ahead, unable to look at the tyrant.
Don’t
stay
Forget
our memories, forget our possibilities
He
walked slowly up to her, but she wouldn’t look at him. With a sharp intake
of breath, the meaning of Dinobot’s words hit him.
“You
were becoming insane with your ambitions. Unsafe to be around. I feared for my
own safety . . . Maybe soon you’ll see how hazardous some of your plots have
been, over the years.”
He
was treacherous . . . he, the leader of the Predacons . . . was . . . losing
it. He was losing his edge.
Take
all your faithlessness with you
Just
give me myself back and
Don’t
stay
Megatron
backed away, and leaned against the wall, before sliding downwards, and
sitting, resting his head in his hands. Dinobot was right. The traitor
. . . no . . . his friend . . . his friend was right all along. He
distanced himself in order for him to see what the others already saw. What
they already knew.
That
was why Terrorsaur insisted upon leading the Predacons. That was why he said .
. . why he knew he was a better leader.
Sometimes
I feel like I trusted you too well
Sometimes
I feel like screaming at myself
Megatron
shut his optics off, and sighed mournfully. He had been wrong all along, and
he didn’t know it. He had been endangering lives for no reason.
Then
again, he was a Predacon overlord. His duty was to kill first, then ask
questions later. He knew that if he were to be soft, he wouldn’t be where he
was. He wouldn’t have taken upon the mantle of destruction, of causing
others pain and anguish, all in the name of revenge. All in the name of the
Decepticon heritage he and others shared.
Sometimes
I’m in disbelief I didn’t know
Somehow
I need to be alone
Growling,
he rose to his feet, and walked over to the still-crying Starath, then forced
himself to let go of his pride, as he sat before her. He was now at her
eye-level, but her eyes were tightly shut. He looked at his hands, large and
cumbersome, then gently reached over to wipe a falling tear away. Starath’s
eyes flashed open, and he whispered, “Dinobot . . . was right.”
Don’t
stay
Forget
our memories, forget our possibilities
Starath
blinked at him, and he sighed. “I have to tell Terrorsaur he is in charge of
the Predacons. I can no longer lead, and I recognize that.”
“But
. . . what are you going to do? NO! You have to stay, you can tough it out . .
. can’t you? You . . . you always have before.”
He
blinked, sighed, and then, unable to speak, due to his self-hatred, shrugged.
What
you were changing me into
Just
give me myself back and
As
he looked back down, he saw her tear roll down one finger upon his right hand.
He watched it trace a wavering path down the inside of his finger, to
come to rest within the palm of his hand.
It
was soon joined with another, from a separate type of eye.
They
mixed, mingled, and . . . hardened.
Don’t
stay
Forget
our memories, forget our possibilities
“Megatron?”
The
tyrant looked up slowly, and then saw the small human move his left hand, then
pull it after her, wrapping it around her waist, as she sat upon his lap and
leaned against his chest. Her arms barely reached around his sides, and he
sighed, then listened to her voice.
“Don’t
give up. You just can’t. You’re not supposed to give up. Leaders never
give up. They can’t. I dunno why, but they always hope. They have to.
They’re the ones supporting the rest of the team. Please . . . please just
don’t . . .”
The
rest of the words disappeared into sobs.
Take
all your faithlessness with you
Just
give me myself back and
Don’t
stay
“Starath
. . . look.”
She
sniffed, rubbed the back of one hand under her nose, and sniffed again,
looking at Megatron’s own metal hand, where a small, blue-green metal disk,
uneven in size and shape, rested. Megatron smiled, and whispered, “Go on.
Pick it up.”
She
did, and asked, “What is it?”
“Our
tears.”
I
don’t need you anymore
I
don’t want to be ignored
She
looked up at him, and he felt his face smile, albeit a sad smile. She sighed,
and rested against his chest again, turning the metal over in her fingers,
careful of the edges. “I guess I halfway wish you were human. It would make
everything so much easier.”
“How?”
“Because
you’d be easier to sit next to. To . . . to hug.”
I
don’t need one more day
Of
you wasting me away
Megatron
blinked, and the thought struck him oddly. Before he could stop himself, he
asked, “Is that a fancy way of saying that you . . . like me?”
Starath
blinked up at him, and saw that he was as shocked at him speaking that, as she
was. She shook her head, smiling, and said, “Something like that, but
something completely different.”
With
no apologies
Don’t
stay
“Starath,
tell me what you mean.”
“I
dunno, exactly.” She looked up at him, making eye contact, and Megatron
blinked, seeing . . . something more in her eyes, than what he saw in the
optics of that girl he and Dinobot had once both liked, back in the academy
they attended together, training as . . . as leaders.
He
sighed, nodded, then softly rubbed the top of the human’s head. “I
understand.”
Forget
our memories, forget our possibilities
What
you were changing me into
She
smiled sadly up at him, and he sighed. Standing upon his leg, Starath reached
around his neck, and embraced him, burying her face in his shoulder and neck,
whispering, “I wish you were human.”
Just
give me myself back and
Megatron
held her back, and answered, “I believe that I do as well, now.”
Don’t
stay
A
bright light followed, and Starath was forced to let go of him.
When
she opened her eyes, she found herself back in her room, facing an empty
mirror. Yelping, she looked at her left hand, where she saw a blue-green piece
of metal. The razor-sharp side had cut her finger, when she clenched her hand
in worry. Swiftly, she walked to her bathroom in an empty house, which was
soon to fill up with her family, as she saw their car pull in to the driveway,
while she passed a window to wash the cut out. She failed to notice the extra
person entering the house, making a beeline towards where he knew that she
would end up being.
Forget
our memories, forget our possibilities
The
young man stood behind the young woman watching her. He was tall, and dressed
in black, baggy pants, with a green shirt with a Predacon insignia emblazoned
in violet upon his chest. A black leather jacket was tied around his waist. It
was too warm to wear it at the moment. He shifted slightly, causing Starath to
look up in the mirror and nearly to scream. But he cut that scream off,
by gently taking her hand from where it was dripping water upon the tiled
floor, and reaching up to grab a small bandage from the medicine cabinet.
Take
all your faithlessness with you
Without
looking at her eyes, he wrapped the adhesive bandage around the cut. Only
then, did he look up at her eyes, which were locked upon his long-ish, dark
brown, curly hair, then upon his eyes, which, even though they were a dark
blue, or even a violet, had a reddish tinge in the irises. The young man
whispered in a deep voice, a smile hovering warily around his lips, “Did you
wish me to kiss it better, Starath?”
Just
give me myself back and
She
knew that voice. She had heard that whisper not five minutes ago. She knew
that she had lost him, that bot, but . . . somehow . . . he was . . . She
nodded, and he smiled, and did so, then pulled her towards him, smiling, as
she started to soak the front of his shirt with tears. Laughing gently, he
rested his forehead upon the strawberry blonde hair of the girl in his arms.
She whispered, “Please . . . please don’t leave me. Please stay.”
Don’t
stay
“But Starath,” Megatron, a human Megatron, replied, “how can I leave someone I love?”