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Transformers Prime: Afterlife	By : RAWR1247 Category: Transformers > Transformers: Prime Views: 2299 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: Transformers and all its canon characters belong to Hasbro, I only own the OCs and plot and do not not make profit on this.

Chapter List
- 1-Prologue
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A/N: This is an uncensored version of a story on my DA literature account:http://dimentedmind124.deviantart.com/#/d3778za
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Death, a truly dark and frightening fate and subject of many the living. Some viewed it as the end of existence, of mind, body, and soul. Some viewed it as a gateway to another life, another world. Others did not care and merely went about their lives. Many feared death, trying to desperately gain a longer life or even immortality. Others desired death, tired of existence and what it brought. Some simply didn't care or think about it.
'And what about me...?' Megatron, leader of the Decepticons, mused in his hazy state of agony. The silver mech lay, floating along in the darkness of space. His body was heavily damaged, parts and large pieces of armor missing, body dark with burns and scorch marks. Wires protruded and dangled from tears and gaps, Energon turned purple by Dark Energon leaking from cracked, broken, and torn Energon lines. In simple words, the once mighty tyrant was a mere wreck of a mess now.
The silver mech had Optimus Prime and his pathetic Autobots to thank for his state. They had destroyed the spacebridge and denied him his undead legion, the Decepticon unfortunate enough to be right in the explosion. A deep, seething hatred and anger burned in his spark, the tyrant's optics glowing brightly despite his state. Suddenly, his optics flickered as electricity crackled across his body, earning a gasp of pain and a slight spasm. Death had arrived for him and it was going to take him the painful way.
Megatron knew one day he would die, but he never expected it this soon or to happen this way. Blankly, he stared at the stars above as his vision tunneled and began darkening. "I wonder...will I come back as a mere mindless beast because of the Dark Energon within me...?" he mused aloud in a mere murmur. It would be ironic if so, for he would become one of the very things he had been trying to gain, and the irony of it did not escape him.
A quiet chuckle escaped him, only to be halted with a grunt of pain as more electricity crackled across his frame. His vision had darkened greatly, barely able to make out the distant light of the stars amongst the darkness. Offlining his optics since there was no point if keeping them online, the once powerful Decepticon leader forced himself to relax despite the pain. 'I will die like a warrior....not a whimpering coward,' he thought determinedly. With that, the darkness took him and he knew no more.
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Utter darkness ruled, a complete and smothering presence that ruled all. Accompanying the darkness was an icy air, the dark void completely empty of life, light, or warmth. A more normal being would panic at such dark coldness and the painfully powerful loneliness. Some would even probably gone insane. However, Megatron was not a normal being.
'So this is what it's like to be dead...?' the silver mech thought, standing on something solid (or at least felt solid) amongst the darkness. He stood there silently and rather calmly despite the smothering darkness and biting cold and the fact he was dead. He still somehow had a body, which was heavily damaged just like when he died. However, despite this, he was not in pain, only feeling numb and cold, a somewhat soothing relief from the agony of before. The mech couldn't feel his spark though, even let alone hear it as silence ruled strongly in the dark void.
Suddenly, an orange light appeared in the distance, a mere flickering glimmer. The tyrant watched it almost entranced, debating mentally whether to approach or not or if the light was even real or just a figment of his imagination. Apparently he didn't have to make a decision for the orange light exploded outwards in a rain of fire and bright blazing light. Instinctively Megatron jerked away as he stumbled back, the darkness under him shaking violently and cracking. Lava and more fire spewed out from the cracks in geysers, a sea of molten rock and flame pooling around the tyrant. The once cold darkness was now gone, replaced by a raging inferno.
'What's happening!?' Megaron thought in alarm as he shielded his optics from the intense light of the flames and lava. He was surrounded by lava and fire, reducing the dark ground he once stood upon to a mere island only a few Cybertronian meters wide and long. The lava lapped at the small island, threatening to consume it and the Decepticon on it, the heat soo intense, the silver mech could have sworn he would have melted by now. However, despite the fire and lava everywhere, the tyrant felt ice cold as a deep, rumbling, and dark voice answered his previous thought.
"You are at the gateway to the Pit, mortal..."
Suddenly, a gigantic form rose from the lava, so large, it was the size of a planet. Megatron strained to look up and see its face, expression of horrorfied awe. Though he would never admit aloud, he felt rather small and vulnerable at the moment. Slowly, the giant leaned over slightly, revealing demonically glowing blood red optics that seemed (and probably did) see right through him and into his very spark. Despite the fire and lava, the figure was heavily shadowed, its features obscurred but its outline was discernible enough to make out the shape of a mech. Like a lightbulb turning on, horrofied and awed realization hit Megatron as he uttered the mech's name in a mere whisper.
"Unicron...."
At that, the god lifted a hand and slowly reached down for the tyrant, as if taunting him. The silver mech froze at this, realizing with equal horror, awe, and a good deal of bitterness, that Unicron was going to take him to the Pit himself. A voice screamed in the back of his mind to run, but he had nowhere to run, he was in Unicron's power. Even if there was somewhere to run, he wouldn't, running stood against his very being's existence and beliefs. 'The irony of it all...' he thought in morbid humor as he watched the giant hand come closer and closer with sharp deadly claws every second. Irony seemed to be happening a lot lately, considering what he had been through and now that he was going to be figuratively dragged to the Pit by the very god he had used Dark Energon from to gain power.
With no means of escape and fate closing in as the hand got nearer, Megatron sighed heavily and offlined his optics. He would not beg for mercy, he would not plead for a second chance. Such sniveling and cowardly behavior was beneath him. He would calmly accept his fate and go without soo much as a tremble. With that, he waited, head bowing.
However, chance seemed to have other ideas and rebelled against fate as two pairs of arms wrapped around Megatron's torso from behind, optics onlining immediately as he gave a grunt of surprise. Someone had grabbed him from behind and he tried to look back only to see bright glowing purple light radiating behind him. Whoever and whatever they were, Unicron was definitely not pleased by their presence as by how angrily he snarled. The silver mech's head snapped back forward, an unintentional and rather out of character scream of terror escaping his lips as the gigantic mech lunged for them. Chance took control again and before the god could meet his target, the tyrant was yanked back into the light. Darkness replaced the light and once again took him as a deep, robotic, and digitized voice whisperedly soothingly into his audio.
"Welcome to the Afterlife..."
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