Along Came a Spider - Reverse

Interlude 1: Becoming a Decepticon

"Aaah sorry, no can do. The amount of credits on your head is very interesting, if you must know. Ditch me and others will come after you. It won't stop, not with such a sum." The hunter said shrugging his shoulders casually, his smirk widening only a fraction.

"Then I'll kill them all! I'm not interested in meeting any Cybertronians!" His anger was growing with each passing moments, the hiss deepening and strengthening. His caws flexed and his fangs clicked together.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you. I know everything about your poisonous personality, spider. My client had been very thorough in his description of the creature I was going to hunt down." The mech's smirk grew when he saw the other tense with surprise and disbelief. "Oh yes, he knows everything there is to know about you... Optimus Prime. Or should I call you Tarantulas? I like the sound of that on a lot better..."

"Who...?" Tarantulas growled, shocked that someone knew all of this about him. And he thought he'd been careful... Well, not enough it seems! "No matter, I'll hunt him down as well when I'm done with you and kill him!"

"You can try!" The hunter laughed, throwing his head back and looking very amused. "Lord Megatron isn't an easy mech to kill, or to find for that matter!"

If his jaw could drop any lower it would have. Megatron?... Wasn't he dead? Killed at the end of the great War millions of stellar Cycles ago? Apparently not, if that Bounty Hunter was telling the truth. But if he was telling him all this, tarantulas knew he would never let him just walk away and spread the rumor that the Decepticons Lord was still alive. it also meant that he had very little chance of finding him and that more hunters were going to come after him, even if got rid of that one.

Maybe... It would be better to just go along for now and see what this was all about?... He narrowed his eyes and the hiss he let out this time was more thoughtful. Megatron... the name itself made him uncomfortable. What did the warlord of the Decepticons wants with him, and how in the Pit did he knows who he used to be? His curiosity was definitely raised now.

"Fine, if he wants to 'talk' to me, well, who am I to deny the powerful Lord Megatron?" He straightened up and dropped the fighting stance he had been holding. "If I don't like what I hear though, he'll realize I'm no easy kill either."

"Now we're talking! Follow me. You're not be harmed until you see Megatron. That's why I was going to use that baby if you turned out to be... uncooperative." The mech pated the electromagnetic pulse generator on his arm with a chuckle. "It would make you drop unconscious and make my life a lot easier. No hard feeling huh?"

Before he realized what the hunter meant, Tarantulas felt a jolt of energy through his cybertronian circuits and they all went offline, making him black out. The last thing he heard were the disturbing cackle of the hunter...

**Later, unknown location**

Tarantulas woke up slowly with a horrible headache. he grunted and rubbed the side of his helm, his eyes slowly fluttering open. The first thing his enhanced spider senses told him was that he was in a small closed room, there was no air current and the smell was stale and moist. There was an annoying dripping sound from a corner of the room too, already annoying the pit out of him. The second thing he felt was the chains locked around his limbs, ankles and wrists and neck. He was securely held into place and he could barely move, making him quite helpless. he hated feeling helpless.

He came fully online snarling and hissing threateningly, pulling hard on the chains and bellowing his rage for all to hear. He had been tricked! He was probably in some Autobot research center and they were just preparing a dissection room for him! he should have known! He'd been too gullible, letting 'Optimus' take control for a moment... Frag it all! He should've killed that fragging pit spawned Bounty Hunter the moment he realized he was being hunted! He was so mad he let his inner mandibles extend out of his mouth, widening it so much it must be a terrifying sight for anyone watching. His helmet being off, his whole contorted face was bare to see and stare at for those who were most likely studying him right now.