Did it. :3

Two years...

Optimus was amazed at how much time had passed since he had taken Darkmount. To think, that only two years ago he was still trapped in that Primus forsaken cell, his only company being that of the spirit of his deceased beloved and his only entertainment being that of the mere fantasies and dreams, of his triumph over the Decepticons.

Many things had changed since then. For one thing, with the Decepticon oppression gone, the humans had begun to free themselves from slavery. Leaders were rising from within their ranks to reform the society they had lost. At that point, Optimus couldn't care less about the humans, for now they were merely a form of sustenance to him.

Optimus chuckled at his own lack of care towards the humans. He thought back to the times during the war. Oh he would have done anything for the humans back then...wait, he thought, could that be it? Could that be why she hasn't come back? Was it because he had become so cold and distant from the humans?

No, he told himself, in fact she had encouraged him to be like that. That couldn't have been the reason.

Elita's ghost had stayed with him for quite some time after he took Darkmount. Staying to provide him with comfort, company, and more of her 'guidance'. However, just a few months ago, Elita One...had stopped visiting.

At first, Optimus just waited quietly and patiently, for his beloved had always returned. Unfortuantely, she never came. When Optimus realized that she may never come back, he tortured himself wondering, desperately trying to figure out why she had left him.

Optimus suddenly felt a chill run up his spine and an odd feeling pass through his arms, almost as though there were things crawling up on them. He quickly raised his hands to scratch at it. Not long after Elita's disappearance Optimus had begun feeling as though some sort of insect had been crawling through his arms, and it would itch so much. Thus, Optimus would scratch at it. He would scratch in the hopes of relieving himself of this nuisance, even to the point where he begun to leave bleeding scars on his arms.

He ignored the pain that began to appear and continued on.

Everyone is gone. I am alone again. Why am I alone again?

Because who would want to be with a killer like you?

Optimus turned around to see terribly blurred and distorted versions of his old teammates, standing behind him and giving him sinister smirks.

You watched us die. You let us die.

Optimus shook his head fiercely. He put his hands over the sides of his head as the head splitting migraine hit him. Optimus fell to his knees.

"No no. Not at all." He muttered. "That's not it at all."

Then what Optimus?

"I don't know." Optimus muttered.

Why did you let us die Optimus?"

"I don't know. I don't know. I don't know!" He repeated over and over.

His hands lowered back down to his arms and he scratched some more until Energon began to bleed from his wounds.

Energon. There was still a lot left in the Decepticon stores. Between going out to what was left of Jasper for sustenance, Optimus would take Energon from the stores and have his fill. He also took a cube every so often down to the prison...and that reminded him. He didn't want his plaything to die just yet.

Optimus waited for the migraine to die down before getting up to go and wash his self inflicted wounds.

With an Energon cube in his hands, Optimus walked through the dark halls of the underground levels of Darkmount.

Optimus walked up to the doors of his old prison and removed the wood plank that he used as a lock from the door handles and opened the entrance.

Light flowed into the room and he saw his prisoner sitting on his knees, staring mindlessly at the wall until he noticed the now open door.

What little remained of the Decepticon leader Megatron, turned around of his hands and knees to face Optimus as he walked towards him.

The former Decepticon stared at the Energon cube in Optimus's hands hungrily for he had not been fed in several weeks. Strings of saliva began to drool from Megatron's mouth as Optimus opened the cube and dipped part of his hand in it.

Megatron's mouth twitched into a smile as Optimus held his hand out to the crawling mech and Megatron leaned forward and began to eagerly suck and lick the Energon off of the Prime's hand.

Optimus smirked at the memories of breaking the Decepticon leader. At first all he did was taunt and beat his prisoner, always patching him up enough to save him from death. Then Elita had given him the idea of using the Cortical Psychic Patch. He would torture Megatron within his own mind. Mixing memories with new visuals the warlord quickly went insane...well, more insane than he already was.

The mental torture did much more damage than any physical abuse could. Megatron had been on his knees every day, begging for Optimus to end it all. He merely laughed at him before dragging him to the Patch once again. Then he continued with this mental torture until Megatron's mind broke beyond all repair. Optimus doubted he even remembered who he was before, or even his own name. All that was left was an animal. A mindless plaything for Optimus to do with whatever he liked.

Optimus dumped the rest of the Energon onto the floor and watched as his pet lapped it up with his tongue.

Optimus's mind began to wander as he looked around his old prison. All of the names he had written on the walls were still there. All of the names he had fought for and avenged.

As Optimus stared at the walls he didn't notice Megatron as he crawled forward and began licking at Optimus's feet.

Optimus snarled and kicked the broken mech away.

Blood began to seep from Megatron's mouth and nose. However, that did not deter him from crawling back and continuing to lick at the Energon left on the floor.

Optimus shook his head and turned around to leave the prison. Before he shut the door completely, Optimus gave himself one last glance at his pet, still licking at the floor even though there was no more Energon to be consumed. The mech smirked before encasing the former warlord in darkness once again.

Optimus realized then just how entertaining and happy it made him to see his former nemesis in this state.

He continued to aimlessly wander through the halls of Darkmount until he felt his own stomach begin to call for sustenance. Optimus thought about going back to the Energon stores, but decided against it. He was bored now, and besides watching Megatron crawl around his old prison, there was only one other thing that entertained Optimus to no end.

Optimus's mouth watered and chuckles escaped from his throat as his blade carved deep, long grooves across the human male's abdomen. Blood spilled and sprayed everywhere and the man was screaming in pain at the very top of what remained of his lungs.

Just before the man lost complete consciousness, Optimus bit into the side of his throat, earning one last cry from the man before his life ceased.

Optimus ripped the bit of flesh from the dead man and chewed it thoroughly, blood dripping from his mouth all the way to his chin.

The ends of Optimus mouth curled into a deranged grin as he stared down at the corpse. That was when he came to an enlightening revelation.

Then, the distorted images of his old comrades came into his view.

Why did you let us die Optimus?

"Because watching people die is just so much fun!"

...huh. I really messed him up didn't I?...is it wrong that I had so much fun doing it? :O?

Let me know what you think! Comment and review! Thank you all for a great time with this fic!