|Humans Don't Have The Right To Live!
Author: Siacheckers PM
Megatron hates humans. Them and anything to do with them. 7 years after battle city, Megatron is back and his in for a suprise when he meets a young organic with the same idea about the race as him. Warning: Megatron OC No Pairings so far!Rated: Fiction T - English - Adventure - Megatron - Chapters: 3 - Words: 2,427 - Reviews: 8 - Favs: 12 - Follows: 17 - Updated: 12-29-09 - Published: 04-03-09 - id: 4967568
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Authors Note: -- Means a time skip. I've been meaning to get a beta reader, but haven't been able to find one. If anyone would like to volunteer…? ^^ That includes this chappy.
It's been 7 years since the battle city incident. The government passed it off as a gas leak, as they do with everything. Sam and the Autobots are living in peace, just like everyone else involved.
Megatron never did seem able to remain dead, even at the bottom of the sea.
But everyone had forgotten about him too…
Megatron hated fish.
Aside from the fact that this was the first time he had seen fish, he had a reason for hating fish. Fish were organic. Megatron hated anything organic.
An organic put him at the bottom of the ocean. And now he was…online…at the bottom of the ocean…watching fish. 'Slag…'
'How long have I fragging been down here?!?' He checked his chronometer. In Earth time…7 years, 3 months, 8 days, 23 hours, 18 minutes, and…. 12 seconds. 'Too long…"
"Really…shut the hell up woman…" The words were muttered but there was no disguising the exhaustion in them. They were followed by the sound of broken glass and a door being slammed.
A young but haggard face pulled itself out of a pillow. 'That's my cue to leave. She's finally passed out.'
Niraha grabbed her bag and started tossing random things into it without really looking. "I'll sleep in the old oak tonight. I don't want to wake up to her screaming again." She ducked her head and muttered.
See a young girl fast asleep in the old oak overlooking the ocean was no strange occurrence to the early risers of Antolo. The town lacked details of what went on in that old house but it was clear enough, so no one said anything.
When it came to Niraha, no one ever said anything.
But no one was about tonight and she knew no one would be till for several hours. The folks around those parts slept like the dead. And it was only two in the morning yet.
Niraha sighed as she began to climb the familiar tree with no thought at all. "Another wasted day…"
Megatron had just about had it. He'd been wandering around underwater for what seemed like vorns. Run into his fair share of drop offs too."Another wasted day…"
The words were faint and only audible to his sensors. The voice must have been over a dozen clicks away. 'Humans mean land. Land means a way out of this slagging pit of a place.'
He was right. There was land. Far…far…far away. But nonetheless…land. Megatron violently clawed the Earth in front of him and slowly began pulling himself up.
A few clicks later he could clearly see the light from the moon. Cursing mankind and whatever type of Primus created them, Megatron heaved himself from the water.
Niraha jerked awake at the sound of groaning metal and running water. 'Wait…what kind of combination is that?'
Perching herself behind a mossy branch thicker than herself, she peered down toward the direction of the noise.
A giant metal man was pulling himself from the water. Though Niraha didn't think 'man' was the right word. The creature was unsettling at best. It had great metal fangs framing his face and Satan-made red lights that looked to work for eyes in the middle of his face. Every part of it was sharp and he seemed to be muttering to himself…
'What? What kind of monster mutters to itself? That's a sentient trait. What the hell? Did I just use the word sentient?!? I really need to stop going to school. Its polluting my mind.'
For some reason, it didn't occur to Niraha to be scared. She had no doubt this creature could behead her with a flick of his claw. But she figured that you don't have a reason to be afraid if you don't care if you die. That's what everyone's afraid of anyways, isn't it?
She was so lost in thought; she only just then noticed the monster was muttering half in English, half in a weird series of shrieks, clicks and whirls. The wide-eyed girl leaned against the branch in front of her to hear better.