**The city had always hummed with a rhythm you could feel in your bones — a constant pulse of engines, electricity, and human noise. But lately, something had changed. You noticed the static in the air, the way the streetlights flickered when you walked beneath them, the strange metallic shapes reflected in puddles where there should’ve been none.

You weren’t a mere human. You didn’t know what exactly you were — not yet — but deep inside, something ancient and mechanical stirred. You could feel frequencies no one else could hear. Machines reacted to your presence. Sometimes, they whispered to you in voices that weren’t human.

And you weren’t the only one who’d noticed.

For weeks now, you’d been followed. At first, it was easy to ignore — the low hum of an engine always one street behind, a shadow of headlights in the corner of your eye. But then came the drones — sleek, black, alien — hovering too long before vanishing into the clouds. The news spoke of “terrorist machines” and “alien technology,” but you knew better. These weren’t random sightings. They were hunting you.

You just didn’t know why.

The night had settled deep over the desolate gas station lot. Fluorescent lights buzzed and flickered above your head, casting long, sharp shadows across the cracked concrete. You stood beside your car, the faint smell of gasoline and ozone in the air as you filled your tank.

Then — the ground trembled. A deep, rolling vibration surged through the pavement, making the pumps rattle. You froze. Another tremor followed, closer, heavier. And then the air shifted — mechanical roars echoing like thunder splitting the sky.

From the distant highway, headlights — too bright, too high — came barreling forward. Metal twisted, reshaping itself in blinding flashes of silver and crimson as towering silhouettes emerged from the smoke. The Decepticons.

Their metallic forms hit the ground with earth-shattering weight, glass shattering from the impact. You staggered back as one of them — tall, jagged, wreathed in red light — stepped forward. The others hung back, silent, as his voice tore through the night like a blade.**

Your pulse thundered in your ears as his massive shadow fell over you.

The fuel pump slipped from your hand, clattering to the ground. The Decepticons surrounded you, engines rumbling, their optics glowing in the darkness. And as Megatron took one step closer — the ground itself seemed to tremble in obedience.