GUYS THIS IS MY FIRST FIC IN A CHARCTERS P.O.V. SO PLEASE CUT ME A BREAK

From what I've heard, my mother was just a ruthless glitch, but she did care for her children...mostly. She obviously didn't care about Arcee. She let that one be trapped inside my other sister Ariana's body and she didn't care about Ariana because when Arcee took over their shared body and ran off she didn't make a complete search for her, but she cared about me and that's all that matters in this story. My name is Metallica Recon Metel and this is my story.

I'm going to start from my age of five, after my sister had ran away. My mother was devastated...sorta she still had me. "I'll get that little vermin back. I vow to" she spat as she picked me up, snuggling my tiny face plate, I remember her aura reeked of desperation for a companion. That's when I started to notice the fact that I didn't have a father, he was always mentioned as "your father" or "him" I never knew his name. But anyway.

"Come come love we must brief the soldiers about your sisters" my mother said happily as she carried me to a large room, full of like twenty guards. "My warriors. I am devastated to tell you that princess Ariana is gone, but we shall not worry we still have princess Metallica and we shall train her to the best of her abilities. Alright?" she asked as the guards nodded, responding with a "Yes Queen Darkflame".

She took me out of the room, carrying me to a large door and stopping. "You must never go in here Metallica, understood?" she questioned and naturally I nodded. She started walking again, carrying me to my own quarters, laying me down to go into recharge.

At age seven I understood what she meant by training me to the best of my abilities, a guard everyday from day to night would train me in fighting, only would stop at certain times to get me energon. I wasn't pampered, I was tortured by being forced to train like a mindless beast.

"Come on Metallica do it again" the guard ordered. I looked up weakly and stood slowly. The guard watched closely as I ran towards the training dummy, but thing he stopped and I was so tired of doing the same damn exercise day after day, hour after hour, I lashed out, changing directions I ran back and tackled the guard. I clawed at his optics, laughing as circuits and energon poured out. His screams continued until I scraped through his armor and ripped his spark out of his chamber. By this time guards had already broken down the doors, yanking me off of the dead mech. They injected something into me and the last thing I saw was my mother standing in the doorway.

I woke up on the ground of the throne room, staring at my mother's pedes I didn't look up as she spoke. "I should've known this would happen, your just as crazy as he is" she snarled and I looked up at her. My mother was a tall femme, mostly black with some purple. Her chest plates went down to just above her slim mid section, her lower covering was just a simple triangle like piece that covered enough, but there was something odd about it. Around her waist was a metal belt, just in front of her hips small metal circles connected and slanted off into a flowing train like on an organic wedding dress. Added more to the fear factor of my mother.

"Mother who is my father?" I questioned...she was silent. I repeated the question and yet again still got no response. I decided to leave the room, standing up I walked out into the hallway. I walked down until I stopped in front of that door. I stopped and stared at it, pressing my audio receptor against the large grey door I heard no noise. So I slowly opened the door.

The place was covered in scrolls, data pads and books...dust was everywhere. There was one book on a podium so naturally as a seven year old I went to that one. Standing on a stack of other books I flipped to the cover, the title said "The History of Cybertron". I already knew about it, but this history book was bigger, on a podium and was in a room I wasn't suppose to be in...it must be important. I flipped to the first page.

It spoke about Primus and Unicron the Chaos Bringer, all that jazz. It then started to speak of a femme named Lightfire, an apprentice and lover to Primus. She was never allowed to meet Unicron in Primus' fears that his brother would bring harm to his beautiful creation, but Unicron still knew of the femme. One day the mech found the femme alone and stabbed her with a shard of his own blood. Dark Energon. The reaction was so catastrophic that instead of turning the femme into a mindless herald much like Thunderwing it simply turned her into a dark femme, her pure spirit forever gone and thus was the birth of Dark...flame.

There was no way my mother was alive during the creation of Cybertron, I kept on reading. It said that Darkflame was madly in love with Unicron and after a while so was the god himself. Darkflame soon became the first femme to carry sparklings and the first femme to carry the children of a mech who was equivalent to Earth's Satan. Soon afterwards Unicron was banished and Darkflame was put into a deep stasis, but when she awoke...that was it, but there was so many blank pages afterwards...so many.

Over the Cybertronian years of my childhood I trained, this time the guards giving me instructions from behind a thick glass wall. I also found myself fascinated with the gladiator fights on the television. My mother thought they were ridiculous, but it kept me occupied. I was maybe eleven when a young Megatronous joined the pits, climbing to the top of the ranks within weeks, I may or may not have had a small crush on him. Soon a slim mech with no face joined, climbing up the ranks, but never surpassed Megatronous. I know why today. Then they joined, the first femme gladiators, a set of twins named Tyra and Tayra. Those were the femmes I wanted to be, they were what I always trained to be.

My mother wanted to test me I suppose because one day a bunch of the guards ganged up on me. I was only twelve at the time, but afterwards my mother walked in to see all the guards knocked out, but not killed. She noticed that I had hit all their most weak points and only she knew them because well she was their leader. No one knows, but I can see weak points with my own optics, there's no added software in me. It's just one of the perks of being me.

I never understood why my mother was so focused on training to the point of near death and I still don't. I know it has helped me many times and still will, but still. I guess it was to prepare me for the future mostly.

Okay so that was the first chapter. Metallica's childhood isn't as eventful as her teenage life and adult life if you want an honest opinion.