Sequel
to Beautiful Goodbye
Told from Megatron's
perspective
By: Lady
Venom
PG 13
Megatron left the base, the she-witch had left again. Of all the
times she could have left for the Maximals, tonight could be that time.
Too bad she'll never make it past the
jungle.
He remembered the first time
she had shown up, literally on their doorstep. The pod had to be rescued
from a lava pit. But, instead of weakening her, it had made her stronger.
Like the Quantum surge had him, only she showed no signs of being a transmetal.
The first night, they had lost
yet another battle to the Maximals. Perhaps it was her courage to question
his methods of fighting; or naivety. But when she became persistent he had
meant to shove her out of his quarters, but in his blind anger he suddenly found
himself kissing her. His hands roving her supple body.
He must admit, it is a good way
to relieve tension. No wonder humans preferred to 'make love' than war.
Besides, she didn't resist
him...as if she had a choice. Traitorous arachnid had left, leaving Sydia
as the sole female on board.
But Megatron was nobodies fool.
He knew of the agreement between her and Tarantulas. That if she could disable
the auto defense, allowing the spider to gain access to the central computer.
She simply needed to detain the Predicon leader until whatever Tarantulas had
gleaned from Megatron's personal file was complete, and she would have safe
passage to the Maximals.
Ah, hidden cameras were a wondrous
thing.
But, all was well, whatever
information Tarantulas had received was a decoy. So laden with virus's
that the spider would lose more than he gained. He chuckled to himself at
the argument they had had earlier. Could it be that she loved him?
Or, even better, that he loved her? By Primus, maybe she does belong with
the Maximals.
He saw her, as usual staring
off into space. Standing she transformed, not noticing the large robot
practically beside her. Thunder in the distance warned him of the task at
hand.
"Sydia!"
She froze, looking for the
source of the sound. Stepping forward she saw him.
"Sydia my dear, where have
you been?"
He knew what he had to do, but
when she stood there, in such a submissive manner, he couldn't help himself.
He didn't even wait for an invitation; not that she really ever gave one.
Moving quickly he loosened her armor, throwing it on the ground. He
allowed his eyes to roam his prize, his smile widening at the dips and curves.
"Your beauty surpasses
anything I've ever seen."
Reaching down he pulled her
close, while stripping himself. Only half aware that he was talking. His
animal instincts were slowly taking over his logics.
Lowering her gently to the
ground, he pulled his gun. Meaning to kill her as he could. Her
feeble attempts to stop him made as much damage as a raindrop would. He
barely heard the whispers of protest in his ear.
Standing up, he reattached his
armor while watching her curl up like a child. Standing over the fetal
position he aimed the gun at her head.
"I know that you planned
on joining the Maximals."
He watched in disgust as she
tried to grasp a shred of dignity by trying to put her armor on.
"You little harlot!
Did you take me for a fool? I knew all about the bet. But, I must
say, you were quite fun to have around." He smiled, reminiscing.
Leaning down he grasped her
chin, kissing her roughly. "Good bye Sydia, do say hello to the Pit
for me."
Aiming for her spark he pulled
the trigger, his pink eyes never leaving her onyx ones.
You wanted to join the
Maximals so much? It seems fitting that it should be your place of burial.
He thought. His lips turned up in a sneer at the sight. A
transformer with legs held under her chin by ice blue arms. A look of betrayal
and shock left on the face.
And she never did finish
putting on her armor.