You growled as your opponent managed to land a punch to the side of your face, knocking you off balance and making you take a few steps back. Narrowing your eyes at him, you tighten your fists, the thin black and F/C gloves stretching like a second skin. Still glaring, you ready your stance as the boy who was a head taller than you and much broader smirked.

"Aw, it seems that the big bad Y/N has finally lost her undefeated title. Should I tell the crowd?" He says, sweeping an arm out to the massive amount of people screaming from the stands.

"I'm not defeated until I'm lying dead on the floor." You hiss, a snarl finding itself on your lips.

He glares at you and roars charging forward. Bracing yourself, time almost seems to slow down as you watch every step he takes, every twitch of muscle and slightest of movements. There it is. Time goes back to normal and he reaches you, a look of confidence on his face. But you already know what he's about to do.

Turning clean to the side, his fist goes through nothing but air. He only has enough time to land his shocked eyes on your deadly smile before your knee comes up to his chest, knocking the air from his lungs. Hitting the ground, he coughs but manages to roll away from you. Standing back up he launches fist after fist towards you, missing each time. You duck as one aims for your eyes, and using your position to your advantage, throw your own fist directly below his ribcage, delivering all of your strength into it. He folds over and you swipe your leg against his, knocking him to the ground with a loud thud. When he makes no move to continue, you throw your arms in the air. The applause was deafening.

Walking off the platform, you wiped the sweat from your brow and walked out the door and into the massive parking lot. You made your way through the wire fence before reaching the sidewalk and then your apartment. Slipping out of your sweaty, disgusting clothes you replaced them with a tank top and shorts. Touching your face gently, you wince before examining yourself in the bathroom mirror. The side of your right cheek was slightly swollen, but not by much. What was shocking was the deep purple and blue bruise that had already formed on your face.

"Man, that guy could really throw a punch." You mutter to yourself. Glancing at the clock, you realize that it was already nine o'clock, and deciding you had nothing better to do, crawled into your bed, pulling your F/C comforter and SF/C sheets up to your chin, nestling into the sweet warmth. You grabbed your phone and checked up on everything, smiling smugly when you found a picture one of your fans took of you standing victoriously over today's opponent. Shutting it off, you close your eyes and wait for the gloriousness of sleep to come.

You glared at your phone. More specifically the time on the screen, mocking you in big white digits . Two freaking am. And you hadn't gotten a wink of sleep. You huffed angrily and ripped the covers off, shoving your feet into your flip flops and throwing your hair into a ponytail. When things like this happened, you always found yourself going to the balcony of your apartment, and the small couch that laid right next to the railing. Your feet knew the way without even having to see, and you soon found yourself laying on top of it, your eyes staring at the stars. Wonder replaced anger, and a small smile replaced your frown. What I wouldn't give to be able to fly... As if the world supported your wish, a shooting star traveled across the sky, a bright purple tail trailing behind it. As the magnificent glow died down, a strange shadow took its place. You narrowed your eyes, trying to figure out what it was. It had the shape of a jet, but looked nothing like anything you knew existed. Maybe some other country's secret spy jet or something? No, definitely not. A rumble was heard as it streaked forwards, steadily getting louder. You watched in amazement as it came ever closer, until it was coming straight towards you. You sat up in a rush, and it flew right by your apartment, roaring against your eardrums. Transfixed, you could do nothing but stare as you noticed it drop down towards the parking lot of the now empty stadium. Did it crash? The surrounding buildings blocked your view, but you couldn't hear the engines anymore. Then again, there was no sound of a crash either. Debating in your head for a few seconds, you finally jumped up and rushed out the door.

"That's it, I'm going."

You ran down the stairs and out the door of the building, sprinting along the sidewalks before slowing once you reached the gate. Pressing your back against the wall of a building, you closed your eyes and took deep breaths, steadying your breathing. If it really was a spy plane from another country...you were so screwed. Scrunching your eyes together and taking one last long breath, you calmed your nerves before slowly opening them again and peering around the building. You couldn't see anything from this angle, so you checked for anyone around you before climbing the locked fence and jumping down, landing smoothly on your feet.

Slinking into the shadow of the overhang, you gaze out at the parking lot.

"What?" You whisper.

The lot was completely bare, no sign of the jet at all.

"I swear it landed here." You say, looking into the shadows of the surrounding buildings.

Turning around, you stop dead in your tracks. Directly in front of you, hidden in the darkness almost thirty feet up, two bright red eyes glow, cutting through like a knife. They blinked. You sensed the movement before you saw it. A giant metal foot stepped right in front of your own. Slowly backing up, you took several steps back, into the glow of the stars, lighting up your skin and H/C hair, showing your wide E/C eyes. The giant metal thing took another step forward and you gasped as it stepped fully into the dim light. Gun metal grey, a giant purple canon on its right arm, a strange purple symbol resembling a face on its chest, and those hypnotizingly bright red eyes. It was...a robot. A giant robot. It stood thirty feet tall, towering over you as you gazed up and it gazed down. A moment passed, completely silent as you simply gawked, completely awestruck. The robot gave off a dangerous aura, and one of power, but you didn't feel like it would hurt you. At least, you didn't yet. The robot grinned, showing its sharp teeth. Okay, that was a little scary.

"It seems as though I may have made my appearance a little too...dramatic." The robot says, its voice deep and powerful, and mildly threatening.

You had nothing to say to that, so instead blurted what first came to mind. "It's a little difficult not to be curious when a strange jet flies right past me."

The robot chuckle, but its eyes narrowed. "Well then, it seems you are already familiar with my transforming abilities." It said.

"So you were the jet?" You gulped nervously.

It grinned again. "My name is Megatron, leader of the Decepticons. And what would your name be pet?"

You narrowed your eyes. "I am not a pet!" You growled angrily.

The Decepticon leader laughed, a chilling sound that sent shivers down your spine. "You are in no position to argue human, but I do admire your bravery. May I ask again, what is your name?"

It's red eyes bored down into yours. "Y/N."

The eyes moved from your own to the side of your face. "Well Y/N," Megatron drawled, "how did you manage to acquire such an injury."

Your hand instantly went up to your cheek, before going back down to your side. "In a fight." You said plainly.

"A fight?" Megatron said, raising one of his metallic eyebrows.

"In that building." You said, pointing to the one behind him. "I do fights in the arena, and am the undefeated champion. Today I fought a man a head taller and much broader than I. He got one good punch in and thought he had defeated me." You narrowed your eyes at the building. "I showed him just how wrong he was."

Looking back up at the robot, you found the giant smiling. He leaned down and wrapped his huge metal hand around you, completely engulfing your body.

"Hey! Let me go!" You said, squirming in his grip.

He chuckled. "I don't think so Y/N. Don't you want to be able to fight like you did today, but with even more talent and skill?"

You stilled. "What are saying Megatron?"

His eyes light up with mild curiosity and amusement. "As leader of the Decepticons, I am not simply immersed in politics. I was once a gladiator in the pits of Kaon back on my homeworld, Cybertron. I was the greatest fighter in the land. Aboard the Nemesis, my ship, I have a quite well equipped training room. If you wish, I could teach you the skills I had learned as a gladiator. Share my secrets so to speak."

Your eyes narrowed. This deal was too good to be true. Decepticons? The Nemesis? This mighty leader was obviously not one of the good guys. Although it was slightly troubling, strangely enough, it didn't trouble you as much as you would have thought. Still, the Cybertronian would want something in return.

Looking back up and meeting the eyes of the gladiator, you spoke up. "Even with your generous offer, something tells me you would want something in return."

The mech's eyes blazed. "So cunning Y/N. You'd fit right in among the ranks. Very well. I would be hoping for insider knowledge, help with some things only humans are capable of doing. Obviously I do not know everything about your planet and can not hope to either. But that is knowledge a human could most definitely have. The Autobots, sworn enemies of the Decepticons, have three humans at their disposal, that somehow seem to give them the upper hand. By having my own human, one much more skilled may I add, would be an incredible advantage." His red eyes drowned your own E/C ones. "So Y/N, what do you say."

With a dangerous smile that could challenge the mighty leader's in front of you, you looked up with eyes that glowed.

"Which way to the Nemesis?"