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Orion's Body 2: He's Back- Chapter 17: Orion's Revenge

Orion was quickly rummaging around, looking for a top, thankfully he didn’t get any energon on his pants, the best he can find is cheesy t-shirts found on the fairgrounds, in bright pop colors that were neon pink, orange, yellow, green or blue. 

He misses his hoodie. It looked so cute on him too. 

With a groan of disgust he snatched a neon pink shirt and put it on, tying it around his waist to show off his waist, it clashed against his black and purple armor and studded belt. 

Meanwhile, back at the fun house, Megatron was busy trying to pick out the shards of mirror that dug into his metal skin. Roller was stitching up the stab wound in his side. He was halfway through when he saw the metal sealing itself up and smoothing out. 

“What… the fuck…” He muttered. 

Megatron saw and shrugged, “Oh yeah, forgot to tell you. Before I killed Orion, he bit me. And apparently, I found out that if you get bitten by a demon and live, you inherit some of its abilities.” 

Roller looked at him, “And you didn’t tell me this why…?” 

Megatron shrugged, “Never came up in conversation.” 

Roller sighed, “I need a high grade after all this.” 

Megatron looked, “Make that 2, we need to find Orion right now.” 

Roller nodded and walked with him, “You never really went into detail about what happened to the Seekers.” 

Roller knew the Seekers were dead, murdered before the first show on their national tour in their hotel room. Unicron’s Kettle mourned for weeks when their deaths were announced, the radio played ‘Through The Trees’ like it was the national anthem, to the point that even everyone’s grandcarrier was familiar. It felt like a gray cloud was hovering over the town. 

But slowly that cloud lifted, everyone moved on. The memorials for the dead students stayed up, but the flowers wilted, the candles were snuffed. 

Megatron looked at him as they walked, “I killed them.” 

Roller did a double take, “What? Why?” 

Megatron swallowed a lump, “Because they killed Orion.” 

Roller kept looking at him, “You know, for someone who has a huge hate boner for him, you act like he’s the second coming.” 

Megatron made a sputtering noise, “I do not!” 

Roller arched a brow, “Really? When I met you you were following him around like a lost puppy.” 

“That was 5 years ago!” Megatron fought back. 

Roller nodded, “Yeah, but the point still stands.” 

Megatron looked down at his moving pedes, “We were amica…” He said it meekly, like he didn’t want to admit it. 

“Oh, that big?” 

“Yeah, you know, back when I was in high school, I had a saying, ‘sandbox love never dies’.” 

Roller nodded, “And now?” 

Megatron shrugged, “I was a fucking idiot back then.” 

Roller interjected, “You were also a kid, a kid who was going through shit. You should have worried about prom dates, grades, and acne, not who’s gonna die next.” 

Megatron shot a pointed look at him, “How would you have reacted if I went to you in the station and said ‘Hey my amica you have been fucking on the side is really a bot eating demon who has killed two of our classmates’.” 

Now it was Roller’s turn to pause, he had a point. He probably would have locked up Megatron and shipped him off to the loony bin earlier. 

But at the same time, Megatron was still only 17 when it happened. 

Megatron sighed, “Still, we had those sturpid amica necklaces and everything.” 

Roller nodded, “So, how do we stop Orion?” He asked, changing the subject. 

Megatron looked at him, “Well, given he had just fed on some poor kid, he’s got some strength, we have to wait until he’s at his weakest.” 

Roller listened, “And then?” 

Megatron answered, “We drive a blade through his spark.” 

All Roller gave was a simple nod. 

Meanwhile, through the sea of fair goers and little bots running to and fro, Orion was walking to a large building, it was big and had big lights waving around on top. He saw Cybertronians anxiously piling in through an opening, the same flier he saw in the washroom taped up on the door. 

He looked around for another entrance, and found one off to the side, far back. 

Bingo. 

With a quick stride, he walked over to it. He saw no one else was there, no security or stagehands or interns. Perfect. 

He tugged at the door, locked. 

Well, at least that won’t stop him. With a simple slightly harder tug, the door was ripped open, the lock busted now. 

He walked inside. 

In the green room, the Disciples of Orion were preparing to go onstage, they could hear the screams of fangirls and such in the distance. 

“Looks like it’s gonna be a full house.” Jazz commented, tuning his guitar. 

“Oh yeah. No more college radio and cheap bars!” Ricochet fist pumped, his arm guards decorated with stickers of sparkly stars and beaded bracelets. 

“Not quite there yet, guys.” Blackarachnia chimed in, fixing the spiked choker around her neck cables. 

“She’s right boys,” Getaway added, “We need one more willing victim.” 

“How are we gonna find a virgin in all of that?” Ricochet asked. 

Getaway looked at him, “Easy. Groupies.” 

“We can pick one from the VIP party we’re having backstage.” Jazz offered. 

Getaway paused from his preening, “Excellent idea Jazz!” He smirked. 

Once they were satisfied with their looks, they got their instruments and went onstage, unaware of someone watching them. 

They see the lights dim down to add dramatic flourish, Ricochet clicks his drum sticks together to count them off. Then their first song played. 

(Finders keepers, losers weepers)

The crowd goes wild. 

Welcome to the end of eras

Ice has melted back to life

Done my time and served my sentence

Orion sees them onstage and removes his neon shirt, carelessly tossing it into a bin, he snagged a different shirt, this time it was a low cut sheer top, meant for a backup dancer. 

Dress me up and watch me die

He walked onstage, feeling the rush of exhilaration, he last felt this when he won the Snowflake King. He sees the band, the crowd with their comm cells out, flashing pictures or recording videos. He easily blended in, he went for the guitarist first, Jazz. 

If it feels good, tastes good

It must be mine

With a clawed servo, he gently stroked Jazz’s shoulder while standing behind him, who kept playing and looked, he was mesmerized by Orion’s beauty, Orion saw this and smirk, he escalated by kissing Jazz’s neck cables, Jazz leaned his head back, exposing his cables to Orion. 

Foolish bot. 

With a hiss, Orion’s jaw widened and opened like a cobra’s, sharp dentae emerging, with a roar he chomped down and ripped. Jazz weakly screamed, but went limp, his pink life liquids dripping down Orion’s chin. 

Dynasty decapitated

You just might see a ghost tonight

The other members saw what happened, but couldn’t stop playing, not now, not when they’re so close. 

Orion made his next move, striding over to the keyboardist, Blackarachnia. 

And if you don't know now you know

She had a look of terror on her face, her black derma quivering, Orion saw and smirked, he decided to toy with her. He circled her like a big cat circling a wounded gazelle. She watched, her digits now shaking as she kept playing. He soon stopped right next to her, and with a glossa still wet with energon, licked her cheek. She visibly shuddered. 

Then he pounced. 

I'm taking back the crown

I'm all dressed up and naked

I see what's mine and take it (Finders keepers, losers weepers) 

He grabbed her arms and pinned them to her sides, he smirked and let his demonic jaw open. He let out a hissing screech and bit onto her neck and tore open, energon sprayed out and stained the stage and himself. 

Oh yeah

The crown

So close I can taste it

I see what's mine and take it (Finders keepers, losers weepers)

Oh yeah

Orion smiled and licked the energon, he always went after mechs, so this was a nice change. 

He does go both ways, after all. 

He soon set his sights on the drummer, Ricochet, who was playing with his optics closed, pounding away on his drums. The bass had their logo plastered. 

Sycophants on velvet sofas

Lavish mansions, vintage wine

I am so much more than royal

Snatch your chain and mace your eyes

He sauntered up there and decided to watch, Ricochet still didn’t see him. 

If it feels good, tastes good

It must be mine

Heroes always get remembered

Orion soon leaned in and was right next to Ricochet’s audio, and with a gleeful smirk, sang the next line. 

But you know legends never die

That caused Rico to open his optics and look. He saw a tall mech, with black and purple armor, wearing a mesh shirt, covered in energon. He saw out of his peripheral the bodies of Jazz and Blackarachnia laying on the stabe, their energon pooled around them. 

He tried to scream but was stopped when Orion grabbed his throat cables, and tackled him to behind the stage, their silhouettes enlarged and shown on the big wall set, separating the stage from the back. 

And if you don't know now you know

The large shadow of Orion’s mouth opened wide, extended its dentae, revealing sharp points, droplets of energon dripping from them, and that demonic screeching hiss. 

I'm taking back the crown

I'm all dressed up and naked

I see what's mine and take it (finders keepers, losers weepers)

Oh yeah

Then shadow bit down on Ricochet’s, who started screaming and flailing in pain. He could see Orion digging into his chassis with his teeth, energon flying everywhere. He then felt Orion’s servo reach in and grab his spark, and with a good yank, ripped it out, Rico’s body flopped to the floor, his optics dimming. 

With a smirk and a tilt of his head, Orion held the spark aloft and squeezed it, it exploded into a mass of glowing liquids, and he licked it all up. 

The crown

So close I can taste it

I see what's mine and take it (finders keepers, losers weepers)

Oh yeah

Getaway was halfway through the song until he got pounced on by Orion, still sporting that demonic jaw, Getaway was on his front, and he started screaming when he felt Orion’s claws dig into his back armor, leaving deep gashes that were bleeding energon, Orion leaned in to whisper into his audio. 

“I’m flattered with the band name.” His whisper was more like a purr. 

Getaway’s optics widened in realization, he was about to speak until he was cut off by Orion digging his claws back in, he ripped his back to shreds, exposing the internal mechanisms, and then he felt his spark get gripped. He let out a final wail of anguish as it was ripped from his body. 

Orion happily gripped the still beating glowing orb and was about to squeeze it until he got shot in the shoulder. 

He looked to see Roller and Megatron in the wing, he saw Roller’s blaster was still smoking. He growled. 

“Drop the spark!” Megatron shouted. 

Orion glared, “Fine.” He dropped it onto the stage, then crushed it under his pede. It made a squish sound. 

Megatron growled and rushed at Orion. Orion easily dodged him and shot up into the air, he saw Roller staring at him in shock. 

He smirked, “Still a small time Gomer, huh Roller?” He taunted. 

Roller took aim and fired, but Orion dodged. He was laughing the whole time. 

“Primus, you graduated from the Academy with an aim like that? I should have known thanks to how many times you shot me in the face!” He taunted. 

Megatron looked at Roller, “I’ll wrestle him to the ground, you find a blade!” 

Roller nodded and saw Megatron begin to float. He hovered up into the air and was at level with Orion, the crowd watching were amazed. 

“Copycat.” Orion snarked. 

Megatron smirked, “I learned from the best after all, you gave me this when you bit me.” 

Orion scoffed, “Whatever.” 

Megatron glared, “I’m gonna do to you what I did 5 years ago.” 

Orion growled, “Bring it on.” 

Both mechs flew at each other and clashed, and began a cat fight. Orion clawed at Megatron’s face, Megatron barely dodged and got swiped, leaving bleeding claw marks on his face. 

In response, he punched Orion in the face, Orion grunted and kicked him in the chest, Megatron flung back and hit the metal support beams, causing a stage light to become loose and crash onto the stage. 

Roller looked up above to see the two of them fighting in the air, and rushed to look for something sharp, he knocked over tables and rummaged through drawers. 

“Come on! Come on!” He said to himself. 

Then he found it, a boxcutter. 

He grabbed it and rushed from the wing. He saw the two mechs were still in the air, Orion sporting a few good dents in his armor, Megatron was bleeding energon from his olfactor and intake. 

“Megatron!” Roller shouted, and held the boxcutter up for him to grab. Megatron saw and reached for it but was stopped when he felt claws digging into his shoulder, he cried out in pain and saw Orion was knuckle deep with his sharp talon like digits. 

“I am not dying again!” Orion roared, it was intimidating but at the same time, Megatron could see the fear in his former amica’s optics. 

Megatron grabbed Orion’s head and flipped him over, ripping himself free from the claws, and kicked him down, Orion was almost to the floor, but he shot back up and with a scream of anger, swung a punch right at Megatron’s face. 

Roller saw and quickly grabbed his blaster, he aimed at Orion, and fired. 

Orion yelped in pain as he felt the bullet hit his side. He looked down to see the wound. It wasn’t closing. 

In a growl of rage, he went to attack Roller, who kept firing, bullets hitting Orion in the shoulder and chest. He was about to tackle him when Megatron pounced and pinned Orion to the stage floor. 

Roller handed Megatron the boxcutter, Orion kicking and screaming under his grasp. Megatron took it, with one arm occupied, Orion seized the opportunity and rolled over, and landed a good claw swipe at Megatron’s cheek. 

Megatron’s head recoiled from the swipe, and soon sat on Orion’s waist, straddling him. This brought back a flashback to the first time he killed Orion, in his bedroom. 

He remembers grabbing the amica charm necklace and ripping it off of Orion’s neck, who froze upon feeling it. And seemingly lost his will to fight back. 

But this time is different, their friendship is gone, no more, dead. Dead like Orion should have been. 

“I’m sorry.” Megatron said simply and prepared to stab him, the boxcutter blade out and shining under the stage lighting. 

Orion looked at him, optics wide with fear, “Please…” He whimpered out. “Let me live.” 

Megatron gave him a glare, “You didn’t let Starscream live.” 

And with that, he swung down and plunged the blade into his chest, right where the scar was. 

Orion let out a wail of anguish that petered off, he looked at Megatron with optics that were fluttering shut. 

“Fuck you…” He wheezed out. 

Megatron merely shook his head, “No, fuck you and good riddance.” 

Orion let out a final breath, and his body went limp. 

Megatron got up, and looked at Roller, “Let’s go.” He said simply, wiping his intake and olfactor. 

Roller nodded and they left the stage. 

When they reached the exit and walked out of the amphitheater, the crowd was screaming in horror at what they just saw.

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Orion's Body 2: He's Back- Epilogue

Iacon City Police had closed off the Six Lasers Over Cybertron Amphitheater, yellow tape was stuck on the doors, cop cruisers were flanking like guard dogs. Officers were asking witnesses what they saw. All the while forensics specialists in suits and gloves were walking along the stage. Snapping photos of the dead band members and a mech with a box cutter in his chassis. 

One officer looked at the bloody stage, the band members splayed out, their flashy outfits ruined thanks to claw marks and bites and energon. 

“Which group was this?” He asked another officer. 

“Name’s on the big drum onstage.” The other said. 

“It’s called a bass drum.” The first officer corrected, stepping onstage to look at it. 

“How do you know that?” The second officer asked, watching the first officer kneel down with his flashlight. 

“I was a drummer back in high school. Wanted to make it big.” He answered, and looked at the band’s logo on the bass drum. 

The logo was a simple one, the name written in very flowery handwriting, and on the last word was a silhouette of a mech laying across it, his body outlined with a pink shimmer. 

“The Disciples of Orion…” He read aloud. 

“Hey weren’t they the band that just got picked up by a record label?” The second officer asked. 

“Yeah, wonder what the origin of the name is.” The first one said. 

A young looking analyst heard and piped up, “They named themselves after Orion Pax.” 

Both officers looked at the youngster, “Who?” 

“Remember five years ago? The town of Unicron’s Kettle? How they had a fire and mysterious killings of high schoolers? Well, they all stopped when Orion Pax, a student who was very popular was murdered by his amica Megatronus.” The analyst continued. 

“Uh huh.” Both cops said with a nod, then they looked at the body of the mech. 

“Was he a member?” The second officer asked. 

The analyst pulled out his personal comm and typed in something, the two cops watched, waiting. 

The analyst finally spoke, “No, there were only four members, see?” He showed them the comm, a picture of the band performing at a dive bar on the screen. 

“Hey, Barricade, you were doing witness statements, what did they say about this guy?” The second officer asked. 

The first officer, Barricade answered, “They thought he was a background dancer, or part of a stage show, he was very handsy with the band, touching and licking and kissing them, then he tore them apart with his bare servos. Then two others showed up, one was dressed like a rural cop, there were bullets and floating mechs, then they saw that poor guy get wrestled to the stage and stabbed with the cutter.” 

They glanced at the body, then away from it. 

They didn’t see the servo, which was outlined by white lines, twitch its digits…

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Orion's Body 2: He's Back-Chapter 16: Hunting Fair Grounds

Six Lasers Over Cybertron Amusement Park was quite large, being in the Iacon City part of the land, it had roller coasters, a carousel, a ferris wheel, games and food vendors, and a drop tower, the paths were lit by strings of lights between tents. 

During the loading process, the students were packing onto a bus, happily talking away, unaware that they were joined by someone… 

He was in low rise pants that were cinched with a studded belt, a tight shirt, and a cropped hoodie that was black and dotted with bright red hearts. He casually climbed onto the bus with simple steps. 

Meanwhile, at the police station, Roller was packing his belt, he got his flashlight, his taser, his blaster, cuffs, mace, and spare mags. 

Minimus saw him, “You going to the fair?” 

Roller nodded, “I am. Can’t risk the killer following a bus full of teenagers.” 

Minimus nodded back, “I agree.” 

Roller finished preparing his belt and went to the door, “Minimus?” 

“Yeah?” The smaller bot asked, looking at the taller one. 

“Who do you think was the killer? From 5 years ago?” 

“I honestly have no clue.” Minimus answered truthfully. 

Roller simply nodded and walked out to his cruiser, he remembers what it was like 5 years ago. Back on the academy campus, learning how to do takedowns, patrol routines, learn codes for different crimes, he remembers letting out a girlish scream when he got shocked in the back by a taser. Course he also remembers the day he met Orion, he was still fresh in the academy, Orion was a sophomore, it was a small town, people talked, but no one did anything but merely frown at the notion of a bot in his 20s getting fresh with a teenager. Eventually the two hooked up, and became fuck buddies. They meet up in secret and do the deed, always using protection of course. 

Eventually the fire happened, and Orion was… sacrificed. He wasn’t there but he can imagine how scared he must have been, how confused, how shocked, how lonely. 

But back then, 5 years ago, when the killings were happening, no one knew it was the only male cheerleader doing them. Everyone thought it was a masked menace or traveling cannibal. Roller certainly thought so, when he discovered Starscream’s body. 

Newly minted officer Roller was exploring the abandoned pool house. His servo was gripping the flashlight firmly. He had been sent to deal with a call from Starscream’s Carrier about him not coming home last night, he searched and questioned the students at the dance, the band performing (though looking back on it now, he should rip up that autograph picture and toss it in the trash) and the chaperones. It lead to a dead end, so he searched at the usual places horny teens like to do the dirty at, behind the walls at school, in an alleyway, and lastly the abandoned pool. 

The pool house had a nickname, The Dead Pool. Way back when, it used to be full of life, with swim classes, free pool time, and such. But soon there were cutbacks, and the pool was abandoned, the water wasn’t drained and as a result it got full of scum and muck, turning into a dark murky brown from a clear crystal blue. Roller entered through a door that somehow never stays locked. He turns on the flashlight and walks through the building. His footsteps echoing. 

He soon stumbled across the wet and bloody body of Starscream, his suit was drenched and clinging to his body, he was surrounded by dead vines and wet leaves in a mockery of Ophelia, his neck was torn open and bleeding pink energon, mixing with the water. His optics were gray and dull. With a shocked expression, Roller dropped his flashlight. 

Roller made it to his cruiser, he got in, still deep in his thoughts. 

“Hey copper.” A voice spoke up. 

Roller jumped and looked to see Megatron in the passenger seat, lounging on it, his feet up on the dashboard. 

“What are you doing here?!” Roller asked, shocked. 

“What do you think? I’m using your ride as my ride to Six Lasers.” 

Roller was about to make a retort but instead sighed in exasperation. With a frown he turned on the ignition and drove to the amusement park. 

Six Lasers Over Cybertron was lit like a beacon, multiple colors glowed like jewels against a dark sky. 

Students were running around laughing and cheering as they went on rides and ate funnel cake. 

Orion was by the ferris wheel, watching as students were gallivanting around. His red optics scanning, like a perched bird of prey on the prowl. 

He soon spotted a lone student, he was sitting at a table, eating a large energon goody and reading a book. 

Target spotted. 

With a sensual stride, Orion walked over to the student. 

“Hey.” He spoke slowly, the student lifted his optics upward and saw the bot before him. 

“Hi.” He closed his book. Watching as Orion sat down, his face illuminated by the hanging lights in hues of red and blue and yellow and green. 

“What are you doing all by your lonesome?” Orion seemed to purr. 

The student swallowed a lump, “I don’t really have any friends.” 

Orion’s derma seemed to form a pout, “That’s no fun, everyone needs a friend. I know I do.” 

“What do you mean?” The student asked curiously. 

“What’s your name?” Orion asked back. 

“Perceptor.” He answered meekly. 

Orion smiled, “Well, Perceptor, I had a friend once, until they stabbed me in the back.” 

“I’m sorry to hear that.” Perceptor spoke softly.

“Oh don’t be, it’s been 5 years.” Orion said with a sensual smile, he grabbed Perceptor’s servo and held it. “I’ll show you what good friends can do.” 

And with that, he got up as did the student and he led them away. 

Megatron and Roller pulled up and made it to the fairground, seeing the place is packed. 

Megatron let out a groan of frustration, “It’s gonna be like looking for a needle in a haystack.” 

Roller nodded and just walked in with him. 

They questioned students and teachers, but found nothing. It was getting frustrating. Megatron sat down at a table, mulling it over. 

Meanwhile, Perceptor was being led by Orion into a funhouse, the entrance was decorated with a giant face of a clown, its mouth serving as the entrance. 

“Orion?” He asked, the taller mech spun to look at him. 

“What? Scared of clowns?” Orion teased playfully. 

Perceptor made a noise, “Pfft, no. Just curious.” 

Orion smirked, “It’s a funhouse, meant for fun. And friends have fun together, don’t they?” 

Perceptor nodded slowly, “Yeah… they do.” 

Soon Orion smiled and they entered the funhouse, swallowed up by the clown’s gaping maw. 

Megatron soon sensed something was wrong, one thing he forgot about in those 5 years was that supernatural like bond he had with Orion, he knew what he was doing and when he’d showed up to drag him to Dancitron or some other place. He shot up from his seat and ran, ducking and weaving past fair goers and such. He was like a graceful ferrofluid cat. 

Back at the funhouse, Perceptor was walking alone, having been unknowingly tricked by Orion into tackling the Hall of mirrors alone. All he could see was his reflection over and over again. It was lit by blacklight and neon green, giving him a view full of deep ink purple and acid green. 

“Orion?” He called out. 

No answer. 

He was about to turn around and go back until he collided with something, he looked. It was a large purple torso with windshield pecs. He slowly looked up to see Orion staring down at him. Not wearing his hoodie or undershirt.  

“You scared?” Orion asked, ominously. 

Perceptor felt a lump forming in his cables, and nervously swallowed. 

The last thing he saw was Orion’s optics morphing into purple and hearing a demonic hiss. 

Megatron raced to the funhouse, panting. He looked up to see the clown’s vacant eyes staring into the void and ran in. He dodged the spinning poles and ropes dangling from the ceiling, bright colored lights in funky patterns spun around the walls and illuminated his body. 

Roller saw Megatron was gone and looked confused, he asked someone where the gold and red mech ran off to, and was pointed in the direction of the funhouse. 

Megatron made it to the hall of mirrors. He bravely drew a breath and walked in, hands outstretched at his sides to keep himself from bumping into the mirrors. He took turns and slow steps, scanning for any sign. 

Then he found it. 

Perceptor’s limp body was on the floor, his energon glowing brightly in the blacklight, it pooled around him, his chassis was torn open, his spark casing in shreds. His face frozen in a visage of pain and terror. 

Megatron gasped and covered his mouth, unaware of a stained Orion sneaking up behind him. 

He was shoved into a mirror by Orion tackling, the shiny surface shattering into a million shards. He yelled in pain when he felt a shard dig itself into his side. He gripped the wound in pain, he looked up to see Orion, his mouth and chassis stained with glowing pink fluid. 

“Where’s it at, Spikehat?” Orion teased. 

“Fuck you.” Megatron growled out, getting up on his shaky pedes. 

“You know, Megs, you always sucked at comebacks.” Orion snarked. 

Megatron merely glared, his servo holding the bleeding wound. 

“Teenagers, Orion? That’s so low of you.” He shot back. 

Orion scoffed, “Don’t knock a guy for starving.” 

Megatron felt the shard and grabbed it, with a painful shout he ripped it out and threw it to the floor. Orion watched. 

“So, tell me, Orion, why go after these guys and not the band who brought you back?” 

Orion arched a brow, “Why do I care about some lame band?” 

“Because they named themselves after you.” 

Orion tsked, “Charmed. But besides, I’ll deal with them in a bit, right now, I wanna focus on our unfinished business.” He snarled out the last word. 

Megatron brought up a fist, “Bring it on.” 

As soon as he said that, he saw Orion charge at him. He felt himself get tackled to the floor. He dodged Orion’s claws swiping at his face, he tried to shove him off, with a grunt he brought his pedes up and kicked, Orion was flung back and into another mirror, cracking it. 

Megatron smirked, he always was a kicker. 

Orion got up and growled in rage. Megatron swung a punch but Orion ducked, causing Megatron to hit the broken mirror. 

Orion snatched the opportunity and punched the open wound in Megatron’s side, causing pain to flare up and Megatron to cry out and grip it, hunching over. Orion soon collided his knee into Megatron’s face, a sound of metal breaking can be heard. Megatron felt energon leak from his olfactor, it was most likely broken. He doubled over and looked as Orion was standing over him. 

“You also sucked at wrestling and playing gladiators.” He said coolly. 

He watched as Orion gripped a piece of the still standing broken mirror and effortlessly tore it off the frame, it was sharp. Orion walked over and held it aloft. 

“You know, this is exactly what she did to me.” He said simply. Megatron tried to get up but was in so much pain. 

“Consider this poetic justice, for what you did to me.” Orion finished. Megatron braced for the pain but was shocked when he heard a loud noise of shots being fired. 

Orion stood there and felt as three bullets fly through his chest, pain erupted from the wounds, he dropped the shard and gripped his chest, he looked over to see Roller, holding a blaster. 

“Don’t move.” The cop ordered. 

Orion hissed and raced out of the hall of mirrors. Roller fired more shots, but they all missed, Orion was too fast. 

He saw Megatron on the floor, bleeding. He raced to his side, “You okay?” He asked. 

Megatron panted, “I’ll live.” He slowly got up. 

They looked at the direction Orion ran off in, “Where is he gonna go?” 

“I don’t know, all I know is he is full. I mentioned the band to him.” Megatron answered. 

Roller nodded, and helped him walk to the exit. 

In the mechs only washroom, Orion was using the washroom sink and paper towels to clean up. 

Roller, should have known he’d still be around. He leaned against the sink, panting. Then looking up at his reflection, he noticed a flier taped up on the wall behind him. He turned around and went to it. 

On it was the picture of the band Megatron mentioned, their name on the top in bold black letters designed to look like it was written in… was that his handwriting? 

Okay creepers. 

Orion kept looking, their logo was a silhouette of his body, seductively splayed above the word ‘Disciples’ on the bass drum. 

Even as a legacy, all he is known for is his body. 

Soon Orion saw the main thing, they were performing here, at Six Lasers. 

Upon seeing this, Orion finally thought. He never really got revenge on the band who sacrificed him, but then again he was dead. 

Maybe tonight, it can be his turn…

[thenightmaregrrl]

Orion's Body 2: He's Back- Chapter 15: Putting Pieces Together

Orion woke up, and felt… empty. It was a gnawing emptiness, deep inside. He got up from his bed and went to his vanity, right away he noticed the flecks of paint and the bags forming. Normal people would get a cup of coffee and eat a bagel or something but he isn’t like normal people. 

That stunt he pulled with the file must have drained him of his remaining power. 

He was hungry. 

With a groan he rolled over and got up. Trudging to his vanity he looked at his reflection, the paint chips were forming and the bags were back, he grimaced. He sat down at the chair and began his routine of making himself look presentable. He opened the small cans of black and purple paint and applied it to his body with brushes and using smooth, even strokes. Once he finished he grabbed a tube of silvery concealer and applied it to the bags. He blended and soon looked like a normal bot. 

Except that damn emptiness was still there. He needs to feed. 

But where can he go? 

Ugh, it was so much easier 5 years ago. A whole class, no whole school full of salty morsels to pick and choose from. 

Maybe Megatron was right…

No, don’t give that traitor any satisfaction, Orion. You were the Snowflake King and you need to maintain that alpha status. Where can he look? 

Maybe at Auto-Bop, it was seemingly the only place that had variety, plus it smelled nice too.  

But that is where Megatron likes to hang out, if he goes there he’d see him. And that wouldn’t be good. Orion has the upper hand right now, he had let him get dragged off in cuffs by his former boy toy. Which was oh so satisfying to Orion. 

So next best thing… was the school. 

Ugh. 

Orion is many things; hot, sassy, cruel, demonic, former cheerleader, Snowflake King, and a maneater, but he was not a cougar. 

He has standards. 

He pulls up his personal comms cell and turns it on, he searched up the school website. 

It popped up after loading, Orion was greeted with a picturesque image of the building, surrounded by lush green lit trees and freshly cut silver grass. Around were students walking into the building or sitting in the nearby benches reading or chatting. The school name plastered on the center with gold blocky lettering. Scrolling down Orion saw links to school resources, phone numbers, admin pictures, and a lovely tribute to him and those salty bots he ate. 

But something caught his eye. 

A lovely little advertisement asking for chaperones to the end of the year senior party at Six Lasers Over Cybertron Amusement Park. 

Perfect, he can find a poor teacher or some unknowing parent and happily munch on them in a tent or something. 

With a smirk, he signed himself up. 

Meanwhile, at Megatron’s motel room, he and Roller were talking over cups of copper coffee. 

“So… how do you think Orion came back from the dead?” Roller asked. 

Megatron sipped from his cup, making an audible slurp sound. He finished sipping and set it on the table, “I have no idea. I mean, we don’t have a public library to read at and do research. It was so easier back then when I was in school.” 

“You do know you have your comms cell, right?” Roller pointed out. 

Megatron’s optics widened and pursed his derma. Dammit he was right. 

He grabbed it and turned it on and researched. Roller heard the taps and waited for a response. 

“Wait, I have something….” Megatron said finally. 

“Well, say it.” Roller replied. 

Megatron showed him, it was a crudely made website, with grainy images of occult symbols as a desktop background, the title of the blog was on top and written in red words that looked like it was written in classic horror font. The article’s title was in white. 

‘How Demons Return From Pit: More In Depth Knowledge Of Demonic Transference’. 

“What does it say?” Roller asked. 

Megatron looked at the screen and scrolled, skimming the article, “It says the demon can come back in the body of the victim if the land on which the sacrifice was reused for a new one.” 

Roller looked confused, “I need a dumbed down explanation.” 

Megatron looked, he felt like he was back on those steps, telling Starscream about the demonic transference and how Orion going to the dance was not a good thing. 

The words he said to him were ringing in his head. 

“It’s not that I don’t believe you. I just don’t believe this!” 

He was snapped out of his thoughts by Roller waving a servo in his face, “Hello? You good there?” 

Megatron shook his helm, “I’m fine. Just spaced out.” 

Roller nodded, “Looked like it, so you were saying what about the land?” 

Megatron answered, “The Seekers sacrificed Orion at the Falls, so the new band, the Disciples of Orion must have used that spot to do their sacrifice, and since the land was used in a previous ritual, it’s no longer pure. And thus the demon in Orion was revived and is back.” 

Roller nodded, “Ah, gotcha.” 

They were interrupted by a crackle coming from the radio scanner Roller has with him for his job. A voice crackled through. 

“Attention all unit members, please be aware security will be needed at the Six Lasers Over Cybertron Amusement Park tonight.” 

Both mechs looked at each other. 

Megatron asked, “You thinking what I’m thinking?” 

Roller nodded, “All you can eat buffet.” 

Megatron watched as Roller answered the call and got up to get ready. 

“How will you get there?” Roller asked. 

Megatron answered, “I’ll find a way. I always do.” 

[thenightmaregrrl]

Orion's Body 2: He's Back- Chapter 14: Roller

Back at the station parking lot, Megatron and Roller sat in the cruiser, silent. They didn’t share a glance, it felt awkward, too awkward. Too awkward to look at one another, to breathe, to move. 

Soon it got too much, and Roller broke the silence. 

“What the fuck just happened?” He asked, in shock still. 

“You witnessed the jailbait you were fucking as a cadet mutiliate his face only for it to grow back?” Megatron responded sarcastically. 

Roller shot him a glare, “I know what I saw! I’m just wondering…. What the fuck happened that made him like this?” 

Megatron sighed and got comfy, it was gonna be a long night. 

Roller looked at him, confused, but Megatron simply asked, “Remember the fire five years ago?” 

“Yeah, I managed to get out via the snatch hatch.” 

Megatron nodded, “Yeah, well, we did as well, Orion was just… out of it, he acted like he was drugged or roofied or something, then the lead singer, fuck I forgot her name.” 

“Elita?” Roller provided. 

“Yeah, her.” Megatron nodded, “She sneaked up from behind, offering Orion high grade, saying he’s in shock or something. He took it and went with her to her creepy van.” 

“Wait, they gave him high grade?” Roller interrupted. 

“Yeah. They did, so they drove off, I was in the parking lot.” 

“What did they do to him?” Roller asked. 

“They took him to the Falls, tied him down, and used him as a virgin sacrifice to Unicron.” 

“Except Orion isn’t a virgin, hasn’t been one since junior high.” Roller said slowly. 

Megatron nodded, “Yep. So, as a result demonic transference happened.” 

“Demonic what now?” Roller asked. 

Megatron sighed, “Demonic transference occurs when you use a non-virgin in a virgin sacrifice, the results of the sacrifice still happen but the victim will become possessed and feast on the energon and fuel of others in order to maintain their life force. If he has eaten, he gets all glowy, and handsome. But after a while, he loses it and becomes cranky and loses his shine.” 

“How do you know all this?” Roller asked. 

“I did research in the school library.” Megatron answered simply. 

“So all those deaths…” Roller’s voice trailed off, the pieces of the puzzle coming together in his mind. 

Megatron nodded, “Mirage, Swindle, Starscream, Smackdown, Brainstorm, all him.” 

Roller blinked, “So the cheek carving?” 

Megatron nodded, “When he’s full, like he is right now, he’s virtually indestructible. I’ve seen it, but when he’s hungry, he can die, but only with a blade to the spark.” 

“So that explains the boxcutter.” Roller looked at the steering wheel. 

“He put up a fight though, the bastard got me in the shoulder.” Megatron rubbed the scars there. 

“What else can he do?” Roller asked. 

“He can levitate, heal from fatal wounds, and be hot.” 

“You seem to focus on the hot thing.” Roller pointed out. 

“I’m gay, Roller, it’s kinda hard not to.” 

“I see, have you seen it in action?” Roller asked, to compartmentalize all this new info, he’s entering cop mode, asking questions, gathering evidence. 

“Yeah, saw him hover out of the dead pool after vomiting black bile like shit all over me and Starscream. And saw him get impaled with a pool skimmer.” 

“Holy shit.” Roller exhaled. 

“Did he say why he was killing those bots?” 

Megatron shrugged, “He said they were placeholders, that they come and go.” 

Roller couldn’t help but feel hurt by that, he and Orion weren’t close sure but… he still liked him to a degree. 

“Alright, my turn to interrogate, what happened to you after the fire?” Megatron shifted in his car seat to face Roller. 

Roller paused, “I went home, I couldn’t go to work to make a report, I was still a cadet. I didn’t see the van or anything.” 

Megatron nodded, “And with Orion?” 

“He stopped visiting all together. Never called or texted.” He answered. 

“Until you saw that I iced him with a boxcutter.” Megatron replied. 

Roller nodded. 

“So, what are you gonna do now?” Megatron asked. 

Roller looked at him, “I’m gonna help you finish him.” 

Megatron looked at him in surprise, “Why?” 

“Well, he’s a serial killer, killed 5 people, needs to be stopped.” Roller answered simply. 

Megatron nodded, “Sure this isn’t the cop academy talking?” 

Roller looked, “It isn’t. Plus it’s not like you get the chance every day to kill a demon.” 

Megatron snorted, “Yeah, I guess you don’t.” 

[thenightmaregrrl]

Orion's Body 2: He's Back- Chapter 13: It Wasn't Me

Megatron was sitting on a cold metal chair, in front of a cold metal table, in a cold metal room. He was shackled to the table by his wrists, the chain clicking with every subtle movement he made. He glanced at the other body in the room, Roller, who was looking very unhappy. 

“So…Galvatron, was it? What were you doing in the radio station?” He seemed displeased. 

Megatron sat casually, leaning against the chair, “I was trying to stop someone.” He answered. 

“Who were you trying to stop?” Roller asked. 

Megatron paused, he wanted to say Orion’s name but knew that if he did, he’d be called insane (which isn’t necessarily wrong but still won’t help) and thrown back into an asylum. So he did the next best thing. 

“Optimus Prime.” He answered, Roller looked at him with an arched brow. 

“What the fuck is a name like that?” He muttered to himself, soon another cop rolled in, and handed Roller a manila folder, Megatron watched as they huddled together and looked over it, Roller occasionally shooting him a glance. He soon saw the cop give the other one a nod and watch as he left. Roller pulled out a piece of paper and slid it forth, Megatron looked at it. 

It was a capture of security cam footage, he was walking down a hall, hood up and a stony expression on his face. 

“Mind telling me what you’re doing there?” Roller asked. 

Megatron felt his spark freeze for a split second but didn't crack, “That’s not me.” 

“Sure looks like you.” Roller retorted. 

Megatron sniffed, “Still not me.” 

Roller nodded, “Uh huh.” 

“This is the last person who knows what happened to the band The Seekers.” Roller continued. 

“That overrated group of one hit wonders?” Megatron asked. 

Roller shot him a dirty look, “They’re local heroes.” 

“No they’re not. They used an innocent bot as a sacrifice to Unicron for fame and fortune!” He snapped. 

Roller shook his head, “You’re fucking insane, just like Orion’s amica.” 

Megatron broke, he was sick of this, he has been in this cold tiny room for hours, he’s tired, cranky, and still covered in dried energon. He wants to take a shower and a nap. 

“I am not fuking insane!” He roared, then froze. Roller looked at him in shock. 

“Megatron?” He asked warily. 

Megatron sighed in annoyance, “Surprise.” 

Roller stopped the recorder, “What the hell are you doing here?!” 

Megatron leaned back, “Stopping more innocents from dying, but lately I’m two for two.” 

Roller looked at him, jaw open, “You-You-You were locked away in an asylum!” 

“I broke free, dumbass. No wonder Orion loved to fuck you, you’re dim as a burnt lightbulb.” He rolled his optics. 

Roller blinked, “Orion’s dead. You killed him.” 

Megatron looked at him, “I had my reason.” 

“And what was that reason?” Roller asked, glaring. 

Megatron glared back, “Orion Pax is evil.” 

“Orion is dead!” He snapped, “Why do you use present tense!” 

“Because he’s back from the dead, duh. And has a hate boner for me.” Megatron sat back all casual still. 

Roller got up from his seat, annoyed, seriously Megatron must have really gone coo coo. All this talk about sacrifices and dead people coming back to life, it’s like something out of a cheesy horror movie that is so predictable. But, deep in his processor, something is nagging at him. That maybe he was right, maybe Orion really is back, as this Optimus Prime persona. In a weird way it did make sense sorta. 

After Orion’s death, the killings that were plaguing the town, young bots dying just short of their high school graduation by being ripped apart and eaten, did stop. 

He knew he was gonna regret this, but he unlocked Megatron’s cuffs. The other mech looked at him in shock. 

“You have one chance. One. Chance, to prove that Orion is back and is this demon thing you blab about.” 

Megatron nodded and got up, he followed Roller to where the cop cars are parked and climbed into the passenger seat. Roller got in after him and turned the engine on. 

“So, where is Orion’s home?” 

“That’s the problem, I don’t know, he always comes to me first.” Megatron answered, looking out the window. 

Roller sighed, and drove. 

This is gonna be a long drive. 

And indeed it was a long drive, but through a stroke of luck, they were parked outside of the house of Orion. It was late, the moon was out, the sky was inky dark. 

Roller was about to call it in but soon Megatron smacked him in the chest and pointed to a window. 

“There!” He said with a bit too much energy. 

Roller looked at the window, it was quite high up, and was lit up. In front of it was a mech who had familiar colors, black and purple. 

“Where’s the binoculars?” He rummaged through the glovebox, quickly. 

“Here.” Megatron found them and shoved them into his servos, Roller got them and held them up and viewed through them. 

Holy shit. Megatron was right. 

It is Orion, alive and kicking and just as handsome as ever. He was walking over to something, a chair near him, he watched as he sat down on it gracefully. Orion was wiping his face with a small white washcloth. Must have done buffing and polish. 

Roller was mesmerized, Orion was busy checking his reflection, then he grabbed something, it was metallic and shiny. 

It was sharp. 

Soon Roller could only gasp in shock and horror as Orion stabbed himself in the cheek with the sharp metal object, without flinching. But Roller did flinch. 

Then Orion moved the sharp instrument down his cheek, slicing it open, fresh pink energon flowing from the cut like a waterfall, staining the perfectly smooth metal pink, then he moved the instrument across his derma, like a twisted version of lipstick, staining his lips a bright shade of pink, and soon sliced the other cheek in a single strike. 

Roller could only watch in pure horror as he saw Orion carve his face up like that, but soon it got even more horrifying. 

The cuts started mending themselves, the metal molding back together like a liquid, as if magically fixing itself. Soon Orion had a perfectly smooth face, with no damage whatsoever. A harsh sharp line was made from the energon, Orion soon got up and left, seemingly to wash up. 

“It’s like some Outlier shit, right?” Megatron asked, causing Roller to snap out of his frightened daze, he shakily lowered the binoculars and sat back in his seat. 

“Why did you say it like that?” He asked, looking at him. 

Megatron shrugged, “Because that is what he said to me.” 

Roller simply nodded, and shakily turned the car back on, and drove off.

[thenightmaregrrl]

Orion's Body 2: He's Back- Chapter 12: Ranting and Raving

Megatron went to his motel room, feeling oddly lighter. He felt glad he told off Orion, the last time he did that as at the old abandoned pool house. Granted, his insult game has gotten better than it was 5 years ago but the same effect is still there. 

Orion meanwhile, was stomping to his home, huffing and panting, he opened the door and slammed it shut. 

How dare he say that! After everything they went through! It’s not fair! 

Megatron should learn! He paced around the living room, stomping in a circle like a caged wild cat. He soon paused, and smirked, a plan forming in his head. He grabbed his comm cell and looked up the website for Auto-Bop. It popped up, and smack dab in the center was an ad for an event. 

Special Event! Silent Rave! Headphones and Drinks! 

Orion smirked, oh this could be good, for getting a meal and for a little revenge… 

Meanwhile, Megatron was walking around the Falls still, trying to find something else that could link the band to the death of Nautica. He found the broken blade of the knife and the dried energon, but so far… nothing. With a sigh, he walks back, disappointed, he has already seen the effects of the sacrifice, the band’s website (he hasn’t been stalking it whatever do you mean) has been announcing tours to major stadiums and how they landed a major record label deal. It also got a huge update, the aesthetic more polished and professional compared to the cheap wallpaper and grainy pictures of them performing at dive bars or at parties. 

It was frustrating, the same thing is happening all over again and he felt just as helpless as he did back then. It was maddening. 

He made it to his motel room, to find a flier taped to the door, it was advertising some sort of event at Auto-Bop, the text was big and bold with neon colors and clip art of people dancing holding glow sticks. Curious, he removed it and looked at it. 

Silent rave? What the hell is a silent rave? It sounds interesting… 

He read the names of the bands whose songs were playing; Mayhem Suppression Squad, The Wreckers, Rosanna, DJ Soundwave, The Seekers (Megatron glared at the name), and lastly… 

The Disciples of Orion. 

Of course, this could help. Plus, it could help him unwind. 

Yeah, he deserves the break. Why not treat himself? With a pep in his step, walked into his room and got cleaned up, washing his face. He was drying his face in front of the mirror, curiously he examined his own reflection. 

He never really cared much about his appearance growing up. He remembers when he and Orion were entering middle school, Orion was getting into face care and his appearance, mostly because he was growing into the handsome mech he was known for. Seeing how obsessive and tedious the whole thing must have turned him off. 

Oh well. 

He finished cleaning up and was ready. 

He walked to the bar, people were already there. Happily talking while entering the building, the guy in charge of the headphones was onstage, handing them out, he was purple and green, he saw Megatron enter and grabbed a set, when said mech entered he watched as he walked over to the booth and handed him the headphones. 

Megatron slipped them on and made his way to a spot on the floor, before the music started playing the emcee spoke into the microphone. 

“Good evening everyone, welcome to Auto-Bop’s first ever silent rave, if you want to skip a song, just give me a thumbs up and I’ll skip it for you on your headphones, other than that, enjoy and have fun.” 

Soon, the music began, everyone danced, Megatron stayed in his spot, listening to the lyrics. 

Some legends are told

Some turn to dust or to gold

But you will remember me

Remember me for centuries

And just one mistake

Is all it will take

We'll go down in history

Remember me for centuries

(Hey yeah, oh hey, hey yeah)

Remember me for centuries

Mummified my teenage dreams

No, it's nothing wrong with me

The kids are all wrong

The stories are off

Heavy metal broke my heart

Come on, come on and let me in

The bruises on your thighs like my fingerprints

And this is supposed to match

The darkness that you felt

I never meant for you to fix yourself

Some legends are told

Some turn to dust or to gold

But you will remember me

Remember me for centuries

And just one mistake

Is all it will take

We'll go down in history

Remember me for centuries

(Hey yeah, oh hey, hey yeah)

Remember me for centuries

And I can't stop 'til the whole world knows my name

'Cause I was only born inside my dreams

Until you die for me, as long as there's a light

My shadow's over you 'cause I am the opposite of amnesia

And you're a cherry blossom

You're about to bloom

You look so pretty, but you're gone so soon

Some legends are told

Some turn to dust or to gold

But you will remember me

Remember me for centuries

And just one mistake

Is all it will take

We'll go down in history

Remember me for centuries

(Hey yeah, oh hey, hey yeah)

Remember me for centuries

We've been here forever

And here's the frozen proof

I could scream forever

We are the poisoned youth

Some legends are told

Some turn to dust or to gold

But you will remember me

Remember me for centuries

And just one mistake

Is all it will take

We'll go down in history

Remember me for centuries

(Hey yeah, oh hey)

We'll go down in history (hey yeah)

Remember me for centuries

Megatron nodded along to the song, trying to ignore flashes of his dead classmates in his peripheral, standing still among the sea of dancing mechs and femmes. 

Mirage with his white and gray armor stained pink, the contents of his abdomen spilling onto the dancefloor, the swirling lights eerily illuminating him. 

Swindle with his crushed and mangled arm, chest cavity torn apart as he swayed side to side, energon dripping from his mouth. A red light seemingly fixated on him. 

And lastly, Starscream… in his wet and soiled suit, neck bleeding from the side thanks to bite marks, his white head stained with dried black bile. 

All three mechs’ eyes were dull and lifeless, showing no signs of life. 

Megatron gasped in fear and quickly squeezed his optics shut, no, not here. Not now. 

He felt his spark racing, pounding its way up to his throat cables. Then he heard a familiar guitar riff opening, and a voice that seemingly carved its way into familiarity in his processor began. 

“All alone in an empty room, nothing left but the memories of when… I had my best friend.” 

Megatron’s optics flashed open, the blue glow harsh and sharp. With a grumble he threw the thumbs up to the emcee, who saw and skipped it. Now, all Megatron heard was silence. 

Then, another familiar voice, one he instantly recognized. 

“The red dot glowing means it’s recording, right? Good. Hello, Megs, it’s me. Orion, your biff, your amica, your pal, your bro before your hoe. Anyways, I’m here to tell you something, this lovely mech Brainstorm allowed me to borrow his recording equipment to deliver this little message to you. You should know your place in the hierarchy, I’m the hottie, you’re the nottie. Seriously, it’s like you forgot or something, after all we went through, you wanna know how many birthday parties we shared? How many sleepovers did we have? I lost track when I hit double digits, I remember sneaking into your room through the window, that tree was very sturdy. I remember the nights we played boyfriends together, oh how you squirmed in my grasp. I made you, and I can just as easily break you. Starscream was proof of that, obvi. Anyways, I’ve been feeling a bit peckish…. I haven’t eaten in a while, and you know how I get when I’m hungry, feeling like boo boo and all. So, I guess I’ll have a quick bite to eat.” 

Megatron heard a muffled voice demanding to know what Orion is doing, Orion saying something about needing to have a snack, then a short scream. Then dead silence. 

Megatron ripped the headphones off and dropped them on the floor, running out the bar, shoving people as he ran. 

The only place that Orion could have access to that recording equipment was the local radio station; it was secluded, so as not to interfere with other radio signals. No wonder Orion used it. Perfect place to execute a late night feasting. 

Megatron made it to the radio station building, he reached the door and pulled, it was locked. Frustrated, he used his demonic strength and ripped it off its hinges, unknowingly triggering the silent alarm. He raced through the lobby and made it to the recording studio, he entered the room. 

Inside was a bloodbath, pink energon was splattered all along the walls, and the equipment, the body of Brainstorm laying on the floor, his chest torn open, his internal systems . A horrified expression full of pain frozen on his face. Megatron looked up to see Orion sitting on the chair, feet up on the table, happily licking his digits clean while ignoring the rest on his chassis. 

“He was so filling.” He teased. 

Megatron looked at him in horror, “Why are you doing this? You already proved your point with Starscream, why do you keep doing this?” 

Orion lowered his feet and got up, casually stepping over the mangled body, “Because you need to learn that I’m mad at you.” He grabbed Megatron’s chin with still pink coated claws, smearing the liquid over him, “And that it was always about you.” 

He then forced a kiss upon Megatron’s lips, he tried to shove him back, but stopped when he felt Orion dig his claws into his chest, leaving long scratches. He could feel the energon be smeared all over his face, then Orion pulled away. 

“See you later, alligator.” He teased with a wink then strutted out of the building, taking a different route. 

“Orion! Get back here!” Megatron called to him, but Orion ignored him, opening the fire exit door and walking out. 

Megatron was about to give chase when he felt a shock jolt through his system, causing him to cry out in pain. He dropped onto the floor, face first into the pool of energon. 

The last thing he saw was Roller giving him a dirty look full of disgust. Then his vision blacked out. 

Orion looked over his shoulder back to the building, the red and blue lights flashing from the police cruisers. With a smirk showing bloody fangs, he walked into the woods, vanishing into the foliage.