Hi, everyone! I had a ton of ideas what to write for a Transformers fanfiction, mostly interactions between different characters, and of course, Megatron. After some thought, I settled on this one. This chapter takes place in the episode Rock Bottom, but the chapter can be read without watching it. I hope you guys enjoy!

Disclaimer: I don't own anything from Transformers: Prime. That said, spoiler warning, but I assume most of you have watched it since you're here

Warnings: violence, angst, swears

"Jack!"

"Arcee!"

The cobalt femme had her servo reached out, as if to take his hand. Jack moved to rush forward, to meet her halfway.

Then the ground disappeared.

Jack snapped his eyes open with a gasp, only for his breath for air to turn into desperate coughing. The back of his throat felt dry, tickled by something that had invaded his mouth. Leaving behind an awful taste. The sixteen-year-old boy turned to his side, hacking. He spat, trying to get the horrible taste in his mouth.

His body radiated with pain. His head was pounding, like someone was hitting the inside of his skull with a hammer. Soreness moved across his muscles in waves, shooting up from his leg.

Jack tried opening his eyes to see, but they only stayed closed. He only saw darkness. What? What was going on? Jack blinked his eyes several times. Still darkness. It was then he realized. His eyes were open. He was surrounded by was inky blackness.

Where was he?

Instinctively, Jack reached out, trying to feel his surroundings. Only for his palms to press against something sharp and jagged. The poor boy yelped in pain, retreating his stinging hands. They felt wet. Depending on touch, Jack patted his hands on his hips. He felt a bulky object in his pocket and pulled it out. The teenager opened up his flip phone, only for his eyes to be assaulted by the harsh white light of the screen. He squinted his burning eyes and immediately he turned the screen around.

Only to see solid rock all around him.

Jack's stomach knotted. Then he remembered. He was underground. The memories came flooding back.

He was in a mine—no, an energon mine.

He had been with Arcee, following a tunnel that led deeper into the mountain—scanning for any energon the Decepticons might have missed when they stripped the mine. The tunnel to lead to a massive cavern, and the heart of the mining operation. Only to be greeted by the sight of two Decepticons. Starscream and Megatron. The twisted second-in-command and leader of the Decepticons. Starscream was on his knees and his wings were flat on his back, making high-pitched noises in their language—Cybertronian—with a foreboding Megatron standing over him, a charged fusion cannon aimed at his lieutenant's head.

Jack had realized too late they had walked in on an execution. Deep-blue eyes locked with blood-red optics, and all hell broke loose.

Arcee threw him towards the closest cover and began a giant robot Wild West-style shootout with the pair of Decepticons. Megatron's rogue shot must have caused the cave-in. Apparently he fired at just the right (rather, horribly wrong) spot where the mine's integrity was weak. The next second there was a terrible noise and everything came crashing down.

Jack closed his eyes. Where was Arcee? She had been running towards him just as the ceiling collapsed. Then the ground fell beneath them. Now here Jack was, at rock bottom. Literally.

The boy pivoted his phone around him, trying to get a bearing of his surroundings. He must have not been out long, because thick, but translucent debris hung in the air like smoke. Massive boulders towered over him, the earthen walls uncomfortably close. Jack wasn't claustrophobic, but he could feel the edges of panic.

The teenager inhaled to fill his lungs, only to intake a mouthful of dust. The poor boy hacked again, holding his hand to his sore chest. It took two more tries before he could finally let out a shout.

"ARCEE!"

His voice echoed through his surroundings, bouncing off the walls like a bad remix, getting fainter and fainter until it was undistinguishable and gone altogether. Jack waited for a solid minute.

Nothing.

No reply. No rev of an engine. No metallic thuds on stone. Nothing.

Jack's heart quickened in concerned fear and panic. They could be separated by tons of displaced soil. For all Jack knew, his guardian could be on the other side of the mountain, or buried deeper into the Earth. But what if she couldn't reply? Arcee could have been injured, or worse.

Where were Bulkhead and Miko? The pair had entered the mines ahead of them, exploring another section of the tunnels. Were they trapped as well? Or did they get out?

Where were the Decepticons? Starscream had vanished during the fight—Jack was too busy running for cover to see where he went—but he heard Megatron's furious bellow. The human lost sight of the Decepticon leader when the ceiling came down, when it fell on top of the warlord.

Jack hoped it meant the Decepticons had been killed in the accident, but he knew it was doubtful. The boy then prayed at least hostile aliens were as far away from him as possible.

Meanwhile, he was alone. Completely, utterly alone. In sheer darkness and no way to communicate. No obvious way to escape. Every child's worst nightmare, and he was living it.

The teenager's concern was turning into a panic attack. His breath had quickened, and his body was trembling—he did not know why. Jack tried to pull himself back from the edge of hyperventilating.

Calm down, Jack. Panicking right now is not going to solve anything.

That was the one thing his parents taught him. Both of their jobs required them to stay calm and focused, and they made sure to pass on that lesson to their son. Before he left. Sometimes Jack wished he could've been like his mom, who would walk through a door to find the ghastliest of injuries and not even twitch. There was one story where a man lost an arm to a motorcycle accident (which made her thrilled when she learned her sixteen-year-old son's first vehicle would be one).

Focus.

Wasn't there something that oxygen deprivation did things to a person's mind? Great, that's how he was going to die. He was going to go crazy and pass out and be the next big missing person mystery of the century.

Calm down.

Jack took a deep breath, which just ended in a pitiful cough, and thought. He didn't know how much air he had, but he could tell not a lot. He needed to find a way out of the mines, or at the very least, find the others. They had to be down here. He needed to find them. He needed to find Arcee. Standing around wasn't going to help.

The boy shifted, folding his legs underneath him and shakily rising to his feet. The simple action suddenly intensified the pounding in his head, the pain radiating across his body. Jack hissed and grounded his teeth. He must have fallen pretty hard during the cave-in.

He took an unsteady step, using his phone as a makeshift flashlight, only to step on a pile of loose rock. The teenager let out a cry as he slipped forward, feet flying into the air and his back slamming into the knife-like rocks. He slid down the mini-rock slide, coming to a stop at a solid floor. Jack groaned in discomfort.

"Scrap," the boy cursed his luck.

Suddenly there was another groan, but it didn't come from him. Instead it came all around him, ending with a muffled noise from far above. Jack glanced up, his heart jumping to his throat, recognizing the sound. His phone-light caught a few clouds of dust falling from the ceiling, but it seemed to hold steady.

Jack swallowed. It wasn't going to hold forever.

With that, he climbed to his feet, again, this time staying upright. Holding his phone out in front of him, he weaved through the collapsed tunnels. The human had to remember how to breathe as he navigated the tight spaces. Most of the time the rock was brushing against him—even ripping his sleeve at one point—and he either had to double over or crab-walk in order to fit into the tight spaces. Several times the earth around him groaned, threatened to fall again. He even instinctively covered his head each time.

However, as Jack traveled further and further, there were still no signs of the Autobots. Jack's gut twisted. Where were they? He just hoped they were okay. How long had it been? Minutes? Hours?

One thing was for sure. He had to find Acree. He needed her. It took several times for Jack to suck in enough oxygen without coughing. Then he yelled at the top of his lungs, uncaring of who heard him.

"ARCEE!"

Jack waited a minute. Then two. Then—

Flump.

The human's heart quickened. He prayed it was actually something, instead of the shifting of the earth as the rock displaced further.

Flump.

No. That was definitely something. After been spending so much time with the Autobots, he had gotten used to the metallic sounds of their bodies as if they were his own heartbeat. There was a metallic twinge to the sound. Like metal hitting stone.

"Arcee?!"
The noises sounded like they were coming from up ahead, further down the tunnel. This time Jack's heart quickened in excitement. He couldn't help it. He ran forward. He finally found his partner. He could finally get out.

He was only greeted with a clawed hand.

The poor boy screamed and backpedaled so fast that he tripped over his own feet. Huge talons grated the earth beside him. Jack covered his ears and gritted his teeth at the horrible noise it made, and cringed when he saw how close the deep groves were next to his legs.

Suddenly there was an explosion.

Jack yelled in surprise and instinctively covered his face with his arms as rock and dust was sent in all directions. His ears were assaulted by the shattering of stone and boulders scraping against each other. Wincing, Jack covered them when there was an awful sound of grating metal, slicing across the bedrock with a horrible high-pitched noise. Then the human became aware of a crushing weight on his right leg, causing him to cry out.

Through the settling dust, Jack saw crimson light fill the small cavern, illuminating his dark surroundings. He whimpered and tried to sink back into the soil around him.

For the second time that day, eye meet optic.

"Well, what do we have here?" Megatron mused, in his deep, rasping voice. The volume of the tone alone was enough to make Jack's ribcage rattle.

Megatron looked like an evil alien warlord. Metal framed his battle-scarred faceplates, almost like a helmet. Jack's eyes lingered a few seconds on the monster's wicked sharp teeth—denta—before looking at the rest of his body. The wall of stone before Jack had been replaced with jagged, silver metal, shaped into sharp, dangerous armor.

The Decepticon was titanic. In the low ceiling of the cavern, he was in a forced crouch, but still hovered almost thirty feet above Jack's head. If he was standing upright, he had to be almost four stories tall. The width of the warlord's jagged, broad shoulders was almost the length of a school bus. The claws digging into the earth dangerously close to the human were longer than his entire torso. Jack was frozen. He just stared, wide-eyed and mouth agape. Suddenly the boy's throat and mouth felt a thousand times drier. His heart hammered against his chest, pounding loudly in his eyes. He wondered if Megatron could hear it.

He had never met the Decepticon warlord in person. Jack had seen videos and pictures of him. He had been told plenty of stories of him. Mostly ones describing the atrocities the tyrant had committed in the name of power.

"So, pet, where is your master?" the Decepticon sneered, violently breaking Jack from his thoughts.

The human couldn't answer, speechless as he stared into those terrifying optics. They glowed brighter than Jack's phone, illuminating him with a crimson light. They filled with a hatred and bloodlust no human could ever fathom. Jack's mouth moved, but no sound came. He tried to move, only to flail pathetically. He only got another inch between him and those gnarly fangs. Apparently the tyrant grew tired of waiting for a reply.

"Nothing to say? Don't tell me the Autobots left you down here?"

Finally Jack swallowed, which was painful because of his raw throat. His voice came back.

"N-no," he answered, hating himself that he didn't sound as strong as he wanted.

Megatron must have picked up on it, because his tone was mocking, "Oh? And where are your dear allies?"

"Close."
The Decepticon saw right through the lie. His lips curled back in a wicked grin—which looked more terrifying than one of his snarls. Chills went up and down Jack's spine.

"You really have no idea where they are, do you?" the warlord taunted. Jack had no answer. There was a deep, rumbling sound. It took several long moments for Jack to realize it was a growl. No. A chuckle. "Then it seems we are both in a predicament."

At first, Jack was confused at his words. Then he peered through the gloom and realized. One of Megatron's arms was in full view, claws digging into the ground. The other, the one with the fusion cannon was out of sight, along with Megatron's lower body. Buried underneath tons of solid sedimentary rock.

"At least I'm not the one stuck in a pile of dirt," Jack retorted, trying to use mockery to reclaim his voice.

In a moment of lunacy, a part of the teenager wanted to laugh. Eons of war, and it was the bedrock of the planet the Decepticon despised that would be his downfall. Megatron let out a menacing growl, not appreciating the jab. This time Jack's entire skeleton shook at the deep, intense sound.

"A temporary setback," the warlord huffed.

"What? Your buddies bailed on you?" Jack taunted, glad his spirit was coming back. He still leaned as far away as possible. He wondered if Megatron, not knowing human slang, knew what he was saying, but the warlord got the gist.

"Starscream will pay for his deceit," he growled, making Jack's bones rattle.

"Don't see how that's gonna happen."

There was a loud, rumbling noise as Megatron snapped his jaws like an irritated lion. The boy flinched at the harsh sound and realizing he touched a sore spot.

"Your position is no better than mine," the Decepticon pointed out, venomously. "You are trapped here as much as me. In fact, there is nothing stopping me from terminating you right now."

To prove his point, suddenly the tyrant's free arm moved. A claw neared. Jack yelped and flailed again, only his back to ram into the jagged rocks behind him, cutting into his skin.

His mouth moved before he could stop it. "Wait, wait, wait!"

By some miracle, the claw paused. Jack didn't dare move a muscle, not even breathe. The sharp tip rested on his chest. All Megatron had to do was twitch, and he was dead.

"Something to say, fleshling?" the tyrant inquired.

Jack swallowed, which hurt his sore throat. His mind raced as he tried to find words—how to convince this evil monster not to kill him. The human blurted the first thing that came to mind.

"I-I can get you out," the teenager said, though his voice wasn't as confident as he wanted it to be. More like a pathetic squeak.

"And what could an insect do?" Megatron challenged.

The Decepticons' low opinion of his race was no secret. Jack never really understood why they despised humans so much—a civilization that never did anything to them. Except the fact they had the core belief that anything smaller than them was inferior—and as such, humans were the equivalent to insects.

Jack had an idea.

"The drillers," he gasped. "They could work."

He saw them in the cavern before the cave-in. Massive vehicles that were really just gigantic drills on wheels. Acree explained once that they were used on Cybertron for mining operations. It seemed like a basic solution to Jack. Megatron didn't think so. The tyrant gave a series of growls—laughter.

"How could you operate such a thing?" the Decepticon leader demanded.

The drillers were built for Cybertronians, and had no adjustments for humans. Just an idea of a little being driving something meant for giants was comical. But it was the only machine capable of helping Megatron out of his predicament. And getting them out of this hell. The desperate idea was enough for the boy to regain his spirit.

"Do you want my help or not?" Jack snapped. Even he was surprised. An optic ridge rose skeptically, and suddenly the red light disappeared for a moment.

The claw moved.

Jack's heart jumped to his throat in sheer panic. He couldn't move. The teenager turned his head and shut his eyes tight as the talon filled his vision. He was going to die down here. He braced for unimaginable pain, to feel his guts being ripped out. It never happened.

Instead, there was a sound of grating stone and the crushing weight on Jack's leg disappeared. A sharp, stinging sensation covered his skin, adding to his agony. Jack's head swam as he saw dark blood seeping from his leg, staining his shredded jeans. It wasn't deep enough to be fatal, but the wound would definitely scar.

It took him a while to digest what just happened. Did Megatron just free him? Jack looked back up, his eyes going wide. The titan had removed him from his prison with just a flick of a finger. But why?

"Let's see just how useful you are. Very well, human," Megatron spat the word like it was curse. "Free me, and I will let you live. If not—" Jack shrunk again as the tip of the giant's claw was back on his chest, right above his heart. The threat could not be more obvious. "Then you better hope I never find you."

What was he thinking? Jack repeatedly chastised himself, cursing his luck and his stupidity. He continued his subterranean journey, now a heavy weight on his chest. The teenager tried to shove down the flurry of emotions in his chest—pain, fear, anger, and most of all, shame. He could have fled, he could have told Megatron off, he could have done anything. Instead, he had done nothing except curl into a pathetic ball and beg for his life. Because he was a coward.

Arcee wouldn't have done that.

No, the gutsy Autobot took the warlord head-on, despite he was five times bigger than her. Because she was brave.

Dad would be so disappointed in you.

The boy could practically hear his father's—no, don't go there. The man was gone. Now was not the time to dwell on the past. He had to focus. He had to get out of here.

But how was that possible, if Jack was now bound to the Decepticon leader himself? Well, there was nothing bound between them. Nothing physically, at least, but Megatron's order was clear. Jack boldly wanted to laugh it off, that the warlord had no chance of escape. He knew he was wrong even as he thought it.

Megatron had survived much, much worse. The monster was at the heart of an explosion when the Autobots destroyed the Decepticon's spacebridge, which was the equal force to a nuclear bomb. It turned Megatron's body into a lifeless husk, and should had turned him into scrap. But he had returned from the dead. Literally. Because of a power all Cybertronians feared.

Dark energon. The lifeblood of Unicron, the Chaos Bringer.

So Jack doubted he could escape his deal with the Lord of the Decepticons. But he doubted just as much that Megatron would honor their agreement. He wondered if he would ever get out of the mine alive. He could hear Megatron's laughter. No wonder the warlord had no faith in him. He only agreed for an excuse to kill the human. Not that he needed one, but Jack wouldn't put it past him.

The teenager lost track how long he wandered the dark tunnels. The drillers had to have fallen during the cave-in as well. Or, they were at least somewhere in this mine.

Suddenly Jack blinked.

Then he blinked again.

No, it had to be a trick. Up ahead, was a light.

It reflected off the wall before him, coming from around a corner. Jack's heart fluttered with excitement. Maybe it was a way out! But as the human neared, he realized it wasn't natural sunlight. The light had a blue, alien hue. The teenager followed it around the curved corridor. His eyes widened at what he saw.

Crystals. Jagged pillars crisscrossed the cavern, either expanding across the entire height of the cave or broken off with sharp ends. Sharp clusters replaced stone walls. Every crystal was a cerulean hue, even giving off colored light so that an aura surrounded entire formations. As Jack cautiously entered the cavern, his hair immediately stood on end. It wasn't from fear. It was from the pure energy that filled the air. Coming from the blue crystals.

Energon.

At least we know where that signal came from, Jack mused to himself. The boy's felt excitement building up in his chest.

He remembered during his visits at the base that the Autobots would complain that their energon storage levels were low. It was a concern that all Cybertronians—Autobots and Decepticons alike—shared, as they needed the energy fuel to function, just like a human needed to eat. But the Decepticons always managed to find an energon source first, leaving the Autobots to pick up the scraps. But this was enough to last the Autobots for months. Just wait until he could tell Arcee!

Jack rounded a gigantic crystal—the size of a bus—and saw another intriguing sight. A pitch-black vehicle that was twice the size of a semi-truck, with treads large enough to go over a monster truck. Wicked-looking spikes made up the front, coming together to form a drill. The sight of the driller brought Jack down from his high quick, and reminded him of his situation. Of his deal with Megatron.

The driller was damaged, covered in dents and scrapes, and it was covered in dirt, but it was still in one piece. It was haphazardly parked on a rubble of rocks, tilted at an odd angle. But the treads were still stationed on the ground, meaning they would have traction. Now Jack had to find a way to reach the controls.

Jack squinted and peered through the darkness. He noticed the reason the driller wasn't toppling over was because it was leaning against a pillar made of energon. The unrefined crystal was jagged, broken at some places and spouting branch-like structures at others. The boy had an idea. A horrible idea, but one all the same.

He used to go rock-climbing all the time. He would go camping in the Rocky Mountains, and made the sport a past-time. Let's see if I still got it.

With that, the boy began scampering up the side of the gigantic crystal like it was a cliff face. He buried his fingers and toes in the smallest of footholds, going from one to the next. It was slow-going, but manageable. Energon was apparently sturdier than rock, because it didn't collapse once. Jack was panting by the time he fell onto the driller's hood.

Looking at the controls, the boy could finally see why Megatron doubted him. The hood was made up of a touchscreen—they must have been the controls. There were a pair of levers, each as almost as tall as him.

"Here goes," Jack murmured aloud, laying his palm on the large circle in the center of the screen. He hoped it was the "on" button.

He got his answer when suddenly the driller let out a monstrous roar, engine humming to life. However, the machine was not moving. Thinking of human vehicles, Jack glanced down at the floor of the machine, only to find it empty. The levers, then.

The teenager picked one and leaned his shoulder against it. Using all his weight and strength, he pushed it towards the front of the vehicle. Only for the driller to in reverse.

Jack let out a startled yelp as the vehicle slammed into a wall behind it, throwing him across the hood. The driller did not topple over. The human groaned.

"Right, alien," he mumbled.

Jack got to his feet and pushed the lever again, this time backwards. The driller moved forward. It slid off the pile of rubble with ease and the massive drill dug into the closest wall. True to its function, the driller cut through solid stone like butter. There was a tall shield that separated the hood from the drill, so Jack wasn't in any danger of flying debris.

As his confidence over the giant machine grew, so did his spirit. Maybe he wasn't chained Megatron like he thought. The Decepticon leader was trapped, and Jack had a way of escape. He could find the Autobots. He didn't have to find an exit—he could make one. Then he and his friends would go back to the base, where they were far away from the Decepticons. Megatron already wanted to kill him—and was most likely planning to do so once Jack freed him—so what was one more excuse?

Then Jack realized his train of thought.

If he made an exit, he would be making one for Megatron, too. Then Megatron's threat would be the least of his concerns. Megatron would be free to continue to be a menace against the Autobots, humanity, and the Earth itself. It was not a matter of if the warlord escaped, but when.

Jack made a decision.

The drill burst through the stone wall, sending debris flying into the cavern. Jack tapped the controls and the drill came to a slow stop. Was he too late? The human quickly clambered up the hood of the driller, peering over the side to look down. Megatron was in the same place Jack had left him.

The look on the warlord's face was relatively impassive, only raised optic ridges betraying his surprise.

"You humans are interesting creatures," he murmured. Jack said nothing, only continued to stare at the monster that wanted to destroy his home. Megatron tilted his head at his silence. "Well? Aren't you going to honor our agreement?"

Jack balled his fists to keep them from trembling. It was then Megatron realized, his optics flaring with amusement and letting out a low chuckle.

"Ah… You did not come with noble intentions." It was not a question.

Jack swallowed. He could end the war… He could save his friends. He could save the world. All with a touch of a button and flick of a switch. The driller would carve into Megatron's metal hide and tear into his spark. None of the Decepticons would know that their fearsome leader had gotten snuffed by a mere human.

"If that is the case," Megatron rumbled, shattering Jack's thoughts, "you might as well use your drill to finish me. I guarantee you will never have a better opportunity."

Jack's nails dug to into his palm, causing pain, but it still didn't stop his arms from trembling. He couldn't help the emotions that welled up in his chest and made his head swim.

Megatron was a monster… He destroyed his own homeworld, murdering billions of lives. When the war spread to other solar systems, the Decepticons had annihilated hundreds of planets. They would bleed a world dry of all its natural resources and leave it as a lifeless shell. Earth was next on the list. The Autobots stressed that every day, and it was why they vowed to protect their new home.

But it seemed too easy. Too good to be true. Thousands of years and thousands of battles, all the horrible stories Jack had been told, and it would only take a flick of a switch.

"Well?" Megatron demanded, impatient. "What are you waiting for?" Unlike the human, apparently, he wasn't squeamish about death, as his deadly tone was mocking. "Think of the glory! Seize the day! You know Optimus would…"

Hearing the name snapped Jack out of his trance. Optimus Prime, leader of the Autobots. Guardian of freedom of all sentient life.

"Every sentient being has the right to choose their own destiny," the sage had once told Jack.

The human looked down on the sterling giant before him. Megatron was hopelessly stuck. His main weapon was out of commission, and he was out of arms-length to attack. The Cybertronian was defenseless. Eons of war, and he would die on an alien planet, forgotten by his own subordinates. Something told Jack that was not his choice, even if it was what he deserved. If Jack killed Megatron now, it wouldn't be ending a war. It would be murder. He would be no better than the tyrant.

No, Optimus Prime would not end it this way.

Jonathan Darby would not end it this way.

"No," Jack said. "Not like this."

The teenager flicked the switch.

The drill spun to life with another deafening hum. It surged forward.

Digging into the rock above Megatron.

The driller cut through as easily as it did before, displacing tons of sedimentary rock in mere seconds. Jack carefully pivoted, carving off a large section of the wall like taking a scoop of ice cream. He powered down the drill, the humming instantly dying to a low whine. The spikes slowed to a stop.

Jack did not look.

His throat was tight. His chest was tight. His entire body was shaking. Jack did not look, even when there was the shifting of boulders, falling and scraping across the ground with loud claps. The sound was accompanied by a screech of metal, grinding against the stone. The turning of gears and the pull of cables could be heard as their owner righted himself. Jack winced at the loud, echoing stomp.

"I did my part," Jack said, summoning courage to speak. It was easier with his back turned to the monster. "Now you can leave."

"Yes... I suppose we can."

Jack was too busy staring at an interesting spot between his feet, warring with himself, he didn't catch onto Megatron's word choice. Or see the silver shadows encasing him. Only when he did, it took too long for his body to react. He tried to bolt, but Megatron's fingers were already ensnared around him. The boy struggled.

"Hey! This wasn't the deal!" he snarled, pushing against the metal cage. It didn't even budge.

"I agreed to spare your life, in return of you sparing mine," Megatron replied. "Since you upheld your promise… I intend to uphold mine. I am quite curious if the Autbots value their pet."

"Let me go!" Jack demanded, desperate enough to punch the metal, only for the pitiful attack to bounce off harmlessly and leave a split bruise on his knuckle.

Suddenly the talons around the human tightened, pressing against his sore sides. Jack gasped as he felt the air squeezed from his lungs. He tried to wiggle free, but he couldn't move. His chest burned. It wasn't until his head spun and stars filled his vision that Megatron finally loosened his grip.

Jack greedily sucked in stale air, only to go in yet another coughing fit. He curled into a feeble position on his captor's palm. The world shook at the deep rumbling sound of the Decepticon leader's chuckle.

"How fragile you creatures are," Megatron observed, condescendingly.

Suddenly the metal giant turned the human over in his palm, so that the boy was flat on his back, forced to stare into those hellish optics. Without his permission, his body began shaking uncontrollably, especially as Megatron's faceplates curled, revealing nearly all of his razor-sharp denta in a wicked, evil grin.

All because of his stupid, naïve, horrible mistake.

"Rest assured, I will be sure to share the details of our little conversation with Optimus," Megatron continued in a pleasured purr, "the day I rip out his spark!"