Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters. Based on Phantom of the Opera.

Warning: A little OOCness I think.

Note: Please do not ask my how it is possible to have Decepicons before Megatron. This is for readers to enjoy!

Chapter One: The Child

It was dark and raining… A hooded figured ran across the street, hoping no one would catch her. She was also was holding a sparkling. He sleeping, not knowing what his creator was going to do with him was wrapped up tight in a rag. She arrived at her destination.

The Autobot training camp. Where only the best where allowed to train there to become the best of primes. She knocked. The door opened. "Hello?" the keeper of the facility asked, seeing the wet femme. "Please sir, take care of my sparkling. I want him in a safe place… I can't afford to take care of him." The mother held out her son to the keeper. He took the baby. It was hideous, and worse a Decepticon, yet he felt pity for it. Very well, ma'm. I will take care of him of my own. What is his name that I shall call him?" He took the sparkling and held it as if it was his very own. "Megatron…" she whispered to him and ran away. "Megatron." The keeper whispered and stared out the door, where the femme was, looking as though he saw a ghost. He got a hold of himself and shut the door.

One of the first things the keeper did was make him some armor. The ones that he had now were to vicious, war-like. It would not do. The keeper manages to scrape up some metal, but only enough to cover the Deception insignia.

As the stellar-cycles go by, Megatron hid in the shadows of the training camp. Megatron trained in the shadows of the training camp. Megatron haunted in the shadows of the training camp. Every day an Autobot would go mad and quiet training there, because of this 'Phantom of the Training Camp'. Megatron chuckled at this. "Foolish Autobots. If only they knew I was real." He joked to himself, while desending down to his home, a secret basement that he was raised in since he was a sparkling.

Meanwhile on the main surface, a small yellow mech had arrived to the camp. Wow! I can't believe I'm actually here! He thought. He was the son of one of the greatest Autobot Generals. His father sent him the to continue his training. This was Bumblebee. And from the cycle he had stepped into the doors, he will change forever!

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Sorry for the shortness. The next chapter will be longer I promise!