Face the Reality

Prologue: Who am I? Nothing.

They're weak…all of them are weak!…I am supreme, I am almighty.

Yet…why do I feel so weak? No, I cannot be weak! Pain is weakness, I must no feel pain!…

Yet…why does it ache?...everything aches. My head…my wound that the lower life forms bite at constantly…the blasted wound that Optimus had managed to inflict upon me with my own cannon. Damn that Prime…damn the Primes! The Autobots! The-the humans! Those blasted, slagging pathetic insects!

Yet…why do I not feel the accomplishment…MY rightful victory? Mine!? Gah….Sentinel...he will suffer…yess, all will suffer once Cybertron is back in my grasp…

Why do I lie here? As I yank off this damn cloth from my head once more and stare skyward, why do I not have to strength to stand and take my world back to its grand form? ...I am just lying here...I hear the battle of the Primes somewhere off. But I pay no mind now…I just await to see the glorious sight of Cybertron, to hear its song call to me again…Cybertron…that's all I demand, all I crave hungrily for…to be mine, to rule rightfully over. For the slaving human worms to bow before me and cower in fear of my presence. Yess…it will be mine soon…so soon.

I see it now!…yes, I see it, after so long…yes, Cybertron…I raise up my claw, and it looks as if I am holding my homeworld in my palm…the song…I hear it now…its sweet, calling song…distant, yet so close…oh, Cybertron, you are saved….at last…

The human femme…that mate of Witwicky's…how DARE she stand before me? No matter…she will make a good pet. Heh, it will be even more enjoyable to watch her sob pathetically over that boy's dead body once I find him! Why does she bother speaking in such defiance? Worthless words from a useless species…she will be dead soon anyway, no matter.

WHAT? No, Sentinal will NOT be the one to rule! It will be me! ME! IT WILL ALWAYS BE ME!

Shut up! The insect must be silenced of her lies! I will crush her now!…

….

...No… How can…?

I hear the fight of the Primes again…closer it seems…hauntingly closer.

…She is right…Primus, she is right….

…Sentinel…Prime…he shall die…They shall ALL die…!

I find myself on my feet. I still ache. My rage, it is the only thing that fuels my strength, my blinding power…funny, its almost addicting…

Optimus is down, Sentinel is preparing to finish him…I am charging in…

I could kill both of them now…yes, both must die…

Who will be first to taste my cannon? To taste my fury?

…The traitor…Sentinel…

I remember little of my attack…I find Sentinel at my feet, weak, heavily damaged. Oh the surprise…heh…pathetic Primes.

The song…why…It is so quiet now…why?

Cybertron…

NO!

I look up helplessly, I give a single wail skyward as Cybertron, my home, and my birth-planet…is being taken away…again! Not again, no!

I feel cold…how is that?…weakness, so much pain and weakness…

I grow sick of it.

I prepare to finish Sentinel swift and painfully…yes, there MUST be pain!

…Optimus…

He beat me to him…

One prime stands…and the other has fallen.

…I feel…

…nothing…

Perhaps…more pain…?

…my home…It is gone…forever…

As Prime turns to face me…I do something I never once have done before in the face of all these millennia…

I shiver…with…FEAR…with, betrayal…of…pain…

…I step back…I drop my cannon…never leaving Prime's nearly cold gaze…

He says something, but I hear nothing…no words matter…

I step back again, another shutter runs up my back and through my systems…I hate the feeling…this dread and helplessness…

My one goal…my one purpose…I only realize now…is gone from my grasp…forever…

I am…I am…

Megatron?…no, no I'm NOT Megatron…no longer can I be called that name…not if I have been reduced to THIS…

I am…

…Nothing.

I despise cowards…I curse upon weaklings…I grow disgusted by pathetic and faint-hearted beings…

Yet…now I am one.

So, what does a coward do?…

Heh…simple, it seems now…

I run. Flee. Hide in shame. In weakness.

For once…I become the one thing I hate…a weakling.

Now I am running like a coward, to hide like a scared sparkling…but it is all I feel to do.

I cross the ocean…

The desert…

Yes…they will never find me here…

Not the Autobots, nor the humans…no one…

I…have nothing now. My men…dead. My cause…gone.

The heat pounds over and through me…the sand locks in my joints and beneath my armor…

The last few sparklings here are near dead…Igor continues to blabber…

I am…without purpose.

Yet I find…no urge for death, yet It is what I feel to take upon myself now…not at the hands of my enemy.

Yet…I cannot seem to raise my strength to do so…

I am weak. Weak.

Who am I?…not Megatron. Not the great master of the Decepticons, not the Lord High Protector, not a leader…

I am…nobody.