Hi guys! So I am starting another, and like always, I just couldn't leave this plot bunny alone, so I wrote it out and posted it.

This is gonna be really, really different from the rest of my stories; I'm experimenting with horror and lots of different emotions, like how the best of people can become the worst, and feelings can lead to strange or bad actions. It's to help with my experience in writing. My whole focus is on emotion.

WARNING: Extremely graphic gore, mild-strong language, suicide, character death. This is not for anyone who doesn't like horror or violence. Some scenes may not be for anyone with a weak stomach and could possibly trigger bad memories and/or emotions. Please heed these warnings and think twice before continuing with this story.

Universe: Bayverse, Animated, Prime, possibly others as I see fit. I don't know if it's in DotM or RotF or just TF yet, it depends.

Disclaimer: I don't own Transformers, Michael Bay and Hasbro do, and I never will and blah, blah, blah.

"Comm. Link"

"Regular Words"

Thoughts

"Emphasis in words sometimes"

Preface

"No."

"But – "

"I said no!" I shouted, finally losing my temper, whirling around and shoving him back. There wasn't time for this! I hated him, hated him so much for just existing. I would do this alone. I knew what to do and how to do it.

I don't need him. And I never will.

Uninnocent

Chapter One

Decrescendo [Pilot Chapter]

"C'mon! It'll be fun!" Chloe Martinez said persuasively, pulling her brother, Rick, by the hand towards the door.

Violet Mercer (known as just Mercer), Pierce Matthews, and Lacey Stewart watched amusedly. Tina Drew sighed loudly, pissy about the whole thing. Dan Jackie stood off to the side; not awkwardly, just in that cool 'I'm-better-than-this' way that lots of the 'dark and mysterious' kinda guys did.

Finally, Chloe realized Rick wasn't gonna move – so she changed tactics.

"Dan, what do you think? Ya wanna go to Kat'z with us?"

He shot her a look, this one saying 'why the hell would I want to do that'?

"Becky will be there!" she sing-songed.

"Let's go." He grunted, without hesitation. Chloe squealed. "Yay! C'mon guys!" she motioned to the other watching three, who stood up.

"There're 9 of us." Pierce pointed out. This time, the energetic girl huffed. "Fine, we'll take Dan's Jeep and Chase's Saturn."

"Have you seen the piece of shit Saturn I drive? The thing barely makes it to school every day!" Chase snapped.

"Then it should make it to Kat'z, Chase," Pierce assured him lazily. "It's just 2 blocks from here."

Chase sighed and put his hands up in surrender.

A few minutes later, they pulled up by Kat'z, a popular café/bookstore/music center. The place was loud, pumping with music, smelled of coffee and books, and it was actually a little cold inside – despite all the people inside. Good thing the place was so freaking big.

The owner herself, Kat, ushered them inside, babbling on about the new type of coffees and soup specials and all that.

Mercer loved this place. The building was huge with wide, open space. Unlike the bookstores similar to Kat'z (i.e. Barnes and Nobles, Borders, etc.), the shelves weren't everywhere, lined in rows or anything. Every single wall was lined with built-in bookshelves, and not a single one of them was empty. They all went right up to the ceiling.

By the center, a spiral staircase led to the second floor. Circling the spiral staircase (not including the opening) was where people lined up to order food at a counter that displayed numerous pastries and bookmarks for sale. Also by the back were the kitchens. There were tables, chairs, and booths spread throughout the room almost randomly, but after careful looking, you'd see that none of them were close to the books and spaced apart enough for waiters and people to walk through in groups comfortably; it actually circled the stairs.

Kat led them to a table deep in the circle.

"Alright guys, if you need anything, I'll be up by the counters, 'K?" she said, smiling. They nodded thanks, some voicing it.

Some people just went up to the counters to order for themselves and pick a table, and later a waiter would be by. Some were led in and given a table to wait for a waiter. It didn't really matter. The only rule here is to tell the waiter you're leaving a table so they can clean up – since most people would get up after a bit and pick up a book while they're waiting or some sort of thing.

Mercer was already eyeing the books like they were the world's best chocolate, and almost left as soon as she had sat down. But Becky, a waitress and their friend, came by with a grin.

"Hey guys!" Becky smiled, brushing her long red hair over her shoulder, hazel eyes scanning them over. Ace perked up at seeing the strikingly beautiful girl, being the perverted jock he is. Dan kicked him hard under the table and turned his attention towards her, moving his head just right so his black bangs flipped to his eyes, giving him that dark and sexy look as his eyes glowed bright green. A group of teenage girls giggled and squealed loudly from the table across from them, hands covering their mouths as they blushed furiously. Honestly Dan thought they sounded like pigs, but he wasn't really looking. He kissed his girlfriend quickly, knowing Kat didn't like that stuff public, especially with her workers.

"So, you guys want something?" Becky asked, still smiling happily. She was a nice girl by nature, but had a sharp mouth and got ticked off easily.

"Uh…I'll just have the soup special." Mercer said, finally giving in and rushing to look at a particular book that she had her eyes on. Lacey smiled at the waitress shyly.

"Some iced water is fine, thanks."

Both girls glanced simultaneously at the rest of the group. Ace, Dan, and Rick were arguing, voices steadily growing louder. Chloe was begging them to stop as Pierce tried to voice a compromise, and Tina seemed content to just sit back, looking as uninterested as possible. Noticing the other girls' looks, she ordered everyone except for herself iced water. Becky looked a little miffed as she couldn't gain Dan's attention one last time for a flirty wink, but strode off anyway.

Meanwhile, Mercer was running her hands along the spines of the books. The young girl was trapped inside her own world, filled with words and creativity. Reality – no matter how close it actually is – was far, far away, hidden under lock and key in the deepest, darkest parts of her minds.

The only thing her senses picked up were the jumbled words of the books titles, linking up with similar ones and movies, pictures and book covers flitted across her eyes and mind. Reality said they were frozen in place. Mercer said they moved spectacularly, sometimes in slow motion; like a movie. Other times they were fast, quick, and precise. Expressions were vivid, movements constant, and sound clearer than crystal.

It was completely, and utterly Mercer.

She made her way, as if in a trance, up the stairs and to the second floor of Kat'z. It was really more like a type of indoor balcony. Everything was pristine white, books surrounding her from everywhere except for the front, where you could view the entire place. The windows here were bright and long, letting in bright sunlight. Kat never turned the light on until the sun went down and could no longer be seen.

Below, Rick watched her move fluidly. In all honesty he thought she moved like an angel, or a ballerina. Or both. The way she strode so confidently, her attitude calm, if not a bit fiery. He watched in a trance of his own, and decided to make his way toward her. Dan and Ace were still arguing loudly.

"Rick, you know what I'm talking 'bout, don't you, man?" Ace questioned without even bothering to look over at the other guy. When he didn't get the response he was looking for, the asshole glanced at the other.

"Dude?"

Dan smirked and sat back in his hair. "See? Even the local dumbass knows I'm right."

Rick stood up, and for a second Dan thought the man was gonna punch him. But he just left, a little smile on his face, never once turning from Mercer.

While both idiots stared, obviously confused, Pierce followed Rick's gaze and chuckled when he saw Mercer, standing by a shelf, hand pulling out a book.

Pierce turned away to face Becky, who came holding a tray of their soup special, French Onion Soup, and 9 glasses of ice water.

Nobody really paid attention – not even Pierce. Nope, he was looking at Tina. Not as a romantic interest, but in curiosity and suspicion as she perked up from her bored position once Becky set the glasses down.

"I don't give a damn!" Ace snapped, a little loudly.

Dan stood up, chair clattering as it fell. He grabbed him by the collar of his T – shirt and held him close, opening his mouth to say something threatening.

Tina chose that moment to make her move.

She grabbed two waters – hers and Ace's – and poured them all over the two arguing teens.

They jumped and shrieked like little girls.

"What the FUCK?!"

Tina cackled and dropped the glasses with a clatter onto the table. She snatched another two and threw the contents over them. Again. Ice and water splashed to the floor.

Tina sat back down on the chair, still laughing.

"What the hell was that for?" Dan shouted. She shrugged and replied, "You were annoying me. I don't like being annoyed." As if it was obvious.

Pierce sighed and rubbed the bridge of his nose. Only Tina would make that sound logical.

"FIRE!"

The clever man jolted from his chair, as did several others. He stood up and scanned the room for the source of the shout.

In the back of the room, where workers had previously been unloading boxes, was a fire. Most were running away, shouting for a fire extinguisher.

One of them dropped a box in his haste to get away, and it burst open in a ball of flame. Instantly, a dozen were on fire, screaming. There were lots of noises, like firecrackers going off – but Pierce was pretty sure they were coming from inside the box.

"Becky – what's inside those boxes?" he called over the screaming people rushing by them.

"The only boxes that are being brought in today are books!" Becky said. It sounded more like a question then a fact though. So they were on the same page.

"I don't think so!" Chase shouted, trying to shove his away closer to them. "You hear that firecracker sound?" they nodded.

"Firecrackers are supposed to sound like machine gun fire, you know? That's what people say. But they're coming from inside the boxes, so unless there're itty bitty stick figures holding guns and bombs, I don't think it's gunfire."

"No, it's gotta be something like – like – " Lacey struggled to think of something. But she couldn't. Not like this. Not in this havoc. Everything was happening to fast, and she just couldn't wrap her mind around the fact that those boxes held explosives, and many people had just died in front of her eyes.

"W – Where's Mercer? And Rick?" Chloe whimpered. She was the youngest of them all, even thought it was only by a year. But many still thought of her as the baby, because of her carefree and lively attitude. It was easy to forget she was their age and consider her a child who needs the support of her big brother and best friend.

Ace whipped his head back around, looking for the two. Rick hadn't made it to the second floor. The only person on the second floor was Mercer, who was still looking at books.

How the freak did she do that? He thought, shaking his head in wonder.

He cupped his hands around his mouth and roared as loud as he could.

"MERCER!"

Nothing. Maybe she couldn't hear him over the panicking people. She was pretty deep in thought too, probably another reason why she didn't snap out of it.

Gods this was awful. Another explosion went off, completely blowing out the back half of the building, including the balcony.

Mercer was, like Ace figured, lost in thought. She had discovered a book, nonfiction, way in the back of a shelf.

There was no title, no cover picture or specific design. It was just a plain black book, average sized.

The words were written in very small print, barely recognizable unless you squint.

But the things that were written nice and big were the glyphs that the words talked about. There was an occasional picture – either sketched out or in a black and white photo – that showed the glyphs on pyramids, Greek and Roman temples, and other places.

It is unknown where these glyphs come from. Many say they are words of an ancient civilization. Some say they are crude drawings of the cavemen, and others say they are not of human origin.

This leads us to a different question.

Not who these were written by, but what?

Mercer read on, when the floor shook, plucking her from her mind. She was suddenly aware of her surroundings.

If you could even call it that.

"…the hell?"

The ground shook violently, throwing her off balance as the world tilted. No, not the world – just the floor. Something crashed to the ground, and she fell forward, biting her tongue.

Mercer tasted the metallic flavored blood in her mouth. Her ribs ached from the crash. But that was the least of her worries.

Nah, she was kinda more worried about the fact that she was sliding down the floor like it was ice, and when she fell, it would be into flames.

The black book slid with her, and Mercer groped the ground for it; snatching a single page. Unfortunately, the page was ripped out, and the rest of the book fell off the edge and into fire.

With the important stuff done, the teen tried her best to stop herself, but the world was blurry.

I think I have a concussion… she thought as she blinked. Suddenly, there was another blast. This one shot flames up, right by the spot she had been standing. The ground crumbled, and books fell like raindrops. Oh! Paper cut!

"MERCER!" someone shouted. It hadn't been Ace, no, that was awhile ago. Rick grabbed her roughly by the arm, jerking her up.

"C'mon, we need to get outta here!" he shouted a little too loudly for her comfort.

She shook her head and blinked. Then, Mercer was hyper ware of everything. She saw the dozens of people run, half of them on fire, screaming and flailing blindly.

Rick was trying to tell her something, hollering loudly in her ear. But that wasn't important, nothing else was important. Fire blazed by, Rick barely managing to pull her out of the way. She felt the heat graze her arm though, so it wasn't fast enough.

Mercer couldn't feel the heat. Only the feel of the sweat running down her face, the pull of the muscles as she threw herself back, hair flying out.

Everything, every single little thing, was happening in slow motion. Think of it like bullet time in The Matrix.

Mercer flung into the heat at full speed, eyes searching for the figure she'd seen in the midst of the fire.

Not a human. No…something else. Something…robotic, with a strikingly similar build to humans. It had flames on it, red and blue colored, standing tall and proud.

At the same time, Rick held her arms back, to keep her from falling into the fire. He was shouting at her, mouth open, but the words never reached her brain. It was all…it, him.

The robot with flames.

She managed to rip one arm from Rick, holding out her hand to the robot. Flames licked her hand, and this time the pain registered; the hand pulled back as if by it's own.

But as her hand was in the fire, the robot, looking the other way heroically, turned to her, slowly. It's beautiful blue eyes turned to gaze at her. They flashed brightly, blindingly, almost.

But it had blinked, the pain had registered, she'd pulled back to it, and the being vanished.

The robot was sentient. Mercer knew that much. But something about him was human, yet it wasn't. At least, not physically.

BOOM.

Rick shoved her back and away, as the last of the floor crumbled away, and they fell, slamming into the ground and sliding downward.

Violet Mercer screamed loudly as the flames took over the being, and she fell back.

"Mercer! Mercer, come on! We gotta move! This place is going down!" Rick roared into her ear.

And indeed it was. Every book was on fire, the shelves were crumbling, and books rained down on them like fireballs.

Mercer snapped to her senses again, and snatched Rick's hand, leading him to the entrance of Kat'z, leaping over dead bodies, crisp and black. The scent of burning flesh and wood assaulted her nose.

By the time they made it outside, they were covered in soot, with burns and cuts all over.

They jumped outside right into the arms of a fireman, who called for medical support.

There were a lot of people standing outside, reporters and cameras on the scene. Mercer and Rick turned – as did everyone else – to stare into the door way as the place exploded once more. Policemen, firemen, and all those other people on the scene urged the crowd back roughly.

Chloe watched in disbelief as Kat'z, the most popular hangout in the neighborhood blew up in a burst of flames.

"Look, Chloe!" Lacey gently urged the younger girl to look away. She was too innocent, too kind-hearted to look at this.

"Chloe, there's Rick – and he has Mercer with him!"

That was all it took. Chloe rushed to their side, pushing past the others who tried to get her to stop. She practically tackled an achy Rick, who grunted loudly and awkwardly wrapped his arms around his little sister.

Mercer clutched the page that had accidently been torn out of the black book. It was all rushing back to her, like rewinding on a TV.

Closing her eyes, she saw the strange and powerful being again, looking into his bright blue eyes. But it wasn't the same. They didn't flash as brightly they were supposed to in her mind.

"We have to put out the fire – they're spreading to the next building already, sir!" one man reported.

All around her, people were running, reporting, shouting orders, and putting out fires. They were heroes, just like that – that alien…she could feel it deep inside.

Unknown to them all, in the mass of dead bodies, one twitched. And then it's half melted eyes opened. The mouth opened wide, jaw snapping, blackened teeth yellowing and stretching with a series of painful sounding cracks. The canines became a full foot long, razor sharp and thick. The nails were almost exactly the same, skin swelling to the size of grapes and tangerines, bright purple and pink. The foot had been blown off in an explosion, but it quickly grew back, toenails growing longer, but only slightly. They were shaped like talons and just as swollen on the skin. It arched its back, breaking the spine.

"Raaaaauggghhhh…" it moaned.

The fire was completely out, and firemen shifted through the rubble.

It wasn't really an interesting task, but it wasn't a boring one, either. It was full of sadness, disgust as the dead were pulled from their grave.

This place was one of the most popular places to teens, families, and even adults. This was Kat'z. Now…it is their tomb.

Buried underneath a bookshelf and part of the balcony, a little girl who had been 7 years old at the time of her death, shot a hand out from under Pride and Prejudice. She had yellowed foot long nails, gnarled and swollen purplish-pinkish skin on her fingers surrounding it.

Another – a man's – wrapped a hand around a firemen's leg and ripped his foot off with a moan.

The living man screamed in pain, falling to the ground as the – the thing latched onto the wound and began sucking/chewing, 6 inch fangs sinking in and adding to the pain.

Another latched onto his face, fang ripping out an eyeball, sucking it like candy with a hum of contentment. More and more of the living dead burst from the debris, moaning and groaning, unintelligible things falling from their mouths.

Many humans suffered the same fate before others noticed, sadly enough.

Chloe rushed forward, and the little girl staggered up, towards her.

"A – are you alright? Here," she extended her hand. "I can help you," she offered, smiling lightly. To any other, this would have forced the other to smile back, no matter how much pain they were in or how sad they were. Her smile was just so contagious, so kind and reassuring…

The little girl clutched her burnt Barbie doll, a finger puncturing the head by accident. The girl, who Chloe had yet to look at clearly, stared (sorta) at the doll, and let out a whine.

She tossed it to the ground. The smoke cleared, and Chloe saw the half melted eyes, one staring right at her and one rolling around, even though it wasn't truly whole.

The bright and joyful girl let out a scream. A scream filled with horror, terror for both the little girl and herself.

Mercer looked up from the ground, alerted by the sound at once.

Chloe made a run for it, but Barbie girl ran after her at superhuman speed. Thankfully, the girl was very short and only made it up a little bit past Chloe's knees – which she grabbed with her claws. Chloe shrieked again, in immense pain, as the claws clawed down her legs.

When Mercer got there, she didn't hesitate to rip the girl off of the other sobbing girl.

She held the girl by the back of her shirt, who snapped her enlarged jaws and spat out blood, claws and spittle flying out as she roared, nails raking the air.

"Whoa! WHOA!" Mercer held the girl far away enough so that she couldn't touch her.

"WHOA!" she exclaimed again. "That is one serious birth defect!"

She threw the dead girl away from her, scooping Chloe up and doing her best to avoid injuries.

"Get a medic!" Mercer called to Chase. Rick took Chloe as Mercer tried to alert policemen or somebody.

"Someone! There's – there's something in there! Please, please! My friend, she's h – hurt!" Mercer was breaking down. It was like no one was listening to her.

Finally, a policemen, took her wrist and pulled her away. he shook his head to her babbling and pulled out his IPhone, hitting the CNN app.

And a video clip played, with a news anchor talking rapidly:

"And cemeteries everywhere have been experiencing the same thing. The dead – believe it or not – have been rising from the graves! We've had reports of seeing Roosevelt and Lincoln of all people, on the streets, eating people alive! What started these gruesome scenes, we don't know. This is happening live, people."

They showed a clip of people running and screaming as the dead, in old clothes, running in a blur at people, sinking their fangs into random parts of the body happily as their victims screamed, flailing.

But once one was dead, they just came back to life moments after.

The clip switched to one where a brutally ripped apart old man with no arms, legs, and a giant hole in his stomach, gurgled back to life. His eyes swirled, until it was just the left eye, and the right eye still. The limbs grew back, appearing as a mix of play-doh and liquid, like wet clay. And then his jaw opened wide. Far too wide, since it broke loudly and the teeth grew crookedly, tapering off to sharp points. The nails and toenails grew long too, skin swelling. Saliva foamed around his mouth, mixed with blood.

He arched his back, and the spine snapped. This was the final form, and it shot out, leaping at the camera with sudden speed and terrifying accuracy.

The screen went blank in a burst of static.

It switched back to the reporter, who was bright green and trembling.

"We'll be right back." She stammered. And then she leaned over and threw up before it cut.

Mercer turned back around ducked just in time, as another dead guy sunk his teeth into the cop, who screamed violently. Mercer was frozen. The cop screamed as claws raked along his body, easily sinking way past the muscle and skin to scrape his bones.

He fell limp when it took a particularly big bight out of his chest. And then he was just a mass of dead body, soon to become one of them.

Mercer stumbled backwards. Then she made a risky move – sweeping under the thing and steeling the dead cop's gun. She fired at the zombie. A shot to the chest didn't even faze it, but the headshot did, brains blowing out in a mess of blood and other disgusting human fluids.

So Hollywood was right. Shooting them in the head kills them.

Mercer moved backwards, whirling around and pointing the shotgun. It was then she realized how many of them there were, and they were closing in on her.

So she fired blindly, and made a run for it.

Meanwhile, Starscream and his trine commed Megatron while flying over the East coast.

"Mission successful. Prepare the next batch. Target: Cybertron. All hail Lord Megatron!"

All right! How was that?

It's mainly Mercer – centric, but everyone will deal with their own problems, and pairings are gonna pop up here and there too :)

Personalities are going to be described with more detail, autobots should come into the picture at one point, and the zombies, their creation, and more logical explanations – as logical as you can get in the Transformers world, that is – will also be up soon.

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