Transformers: Sparky

Chapter 5

"Oh? That's it?"

"Sparklings didn't exist on the Cybertron I knew. The only reason I know of them is because I went digging for answers."

I narrowed my eyes, focusing my attention on his grim looking face, his features were a mixture between anger and sourness. The embarrassment I felt pretty much vanished as soon as I heard his tone of voice as he spoke.

The way he spoke and acted reminded me a lot of Optimus, that underlying sadness each time he spoke. Even though I only ever saw him as a truck, I could tell how troubled he was. Which was no surprise considering how I had experienced one of Optimus' war memories first hand.

I found myself wanting to understand more.

"What do you mean? Didn't you start out like a ki- Sparkling?"

"No. I started out as a nameless miner. I was fully grown, pre-programmed, tossed into a hole and expected to dig until I fell apart." The grimace had dropped, leaving him to look more uncomfortable, with traces of pain seeping through his voice.

"I named myself Megatron. I was nothing more than a slave, my brothers and sisters constantly at odds with each other, always tearing each other apart for nothing more than Energon scraps. I wanted to give them freedom. But those cast into roles of superiority would never allow us trash on their surface. In the end I became no better than the ones I hated."

His gaze looked distant, the dark bags under his eyes made them look like nothing more than voids of black. The more I listened, the worse I felt. I didn't know how to describe the feeling I got, but as Megatron described how his life had been, I started to get flashes, images. Dark tunnels, deep shadows, glowing shards of blue scattered across the ground, shapes fighting, my hands outstretched imploring them to stop.

"It took getting betrayed, my Spark being torn from my own body and shoved into a T-cog-less Minicon to make me remember why I was fighting in the first place."

Swallowing the lump of discomfort in my throat, I awkwardly nodded as if that would help me feel any less lost.

"Sorry kid. I get heated about this stuff... Anyway- what's your name?"

Blinking away the visions, they faded, but not before a final picture passed over me, it was far clearer than the others. A robot leaning over me with a skinny frame built with sharp angles, his red eyes and sneer echoed with mockery.

I held my head, shaking off the sudden sensation of wanting to scream at the top of my lungs, I staggered under the dizzying weight of emotions that didn't belong to me.

Megatron placed a hand on my shoulder, steadying my wobbly legs, I finally got my body back under my control. Shuddering from the weirdness that had hit me, processing what had just happened, I got up the nerve to look up at the man-robot?

"You alright kid?" He seemed slightly concerned, but as I locked eyes with him he smiled, it was genuine and gentle. He scanned me up and down, as if checking to see if I was gonna pass out on him or something.

I nodded soberly, backing away from the hand placed on my shoulder. I wasn't exactly sure if I was okay or not, however I couldn't hang around like this forever.

"Come on, let's get you back to Prime." I frowned, I hadn't mentioned anything about Optimus to him; sure he had seen the thing with the police, but the whole time that was happening, Optimus was a truck...

"I guess he hasn't told you about me then..."

"You know him?"

"Let's just say I have history with Optimus Prime"