Hi, I just couldn't forget this plot so here you go! This is just the pilot chapter, to test the waters, in a way.

Disclaimer: I don't own Transformers. Michael Bay and Hasbro do! All mistakes belong to my coming evil villain.

So, yeah, this story is split into 3 parts.

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Prologue

"Wasted, useless girl…"

I gasped, my head was just above the dark, murky water.

The waves lapped at my face. I felt myself being pulled back down. Something was wrapping around my ankle, forcing me, dragging me, taking me, down – back down into the lonely, soulless depths of the water. Endless…

"No point in keeping her around…as if we need her anyway! Ha ha!"

Suffocating, I couldn't breathe. Flailing around wasn't getting me anywhere. I've never been that good around water anyway. Not since last time. Nothing was going right. What was the point of trying anyway? I felt myself relax, letting go and closing my eyes. My mind became the natural catastrophe it was. Give up...no point…

"NO! You can't give up! Not now! Not yet! You have to keep moving! For me! For your family…your brothers…they still care! Keep moving! You know I…"

The last part smeared in my ears, but I fought, struggling to breathe. It was as if something had snapped. Memories surged by; I was glad I let go. It was as if everything I am was wiped clean off that table, pulling the table cloth out from under the food and everything's all toppled over. And then somebody takes the fallen things and tosses them back on the table. I saw, I see, I felt, I feel what's on that table. That table had survivor written all over it.

And I AM A SURVIVOR.

"MOVE!"

Thousands of voices screamed it at once.

I screamed, my back arching as I twisted and convulsed violently. My hands reached out ward, clawed and twitching. I felt the water rush in. My scream came out tortured – agonized, even – as I writhed, kicking out.

As pained as I sounded, I was filled with a raw, burning fiery feeling. This feeling was incredible. It filled me with a new type of strength. The feeling's so intense and passionate, no one in a million years would ever be able to describe it. I could barely describe. You'd have to feel it yourself to understand how I feel. How freakin' amazing it is.

It was like being reborn within a world of flames.

I let out another yell, fists clenching. With a flash of bright light, the grip on my ankle released. There was a distant howl that faded off into a throaty, static-y keen before fizzling out completely.

Maybe this had all happened quickly, or maybe I was suddenly able to hold my breath for an impossible amount of time, because my lungs were shrieking at me for air, like a burning hunger.

And this led me back to my very first problem…okay, maybe not my VERY first, but it was an important part. The water itself was something I despised.

It was hard for me to move up to the surface. Finally, as my head was starting to swim (get it, swim? Never mind…) and I was tiring, I burst out of the water. The water shoved against me. Gasping, inhaling and exhaling deeply, hurriedly.

I struggled to move to a rock close by. It was very sharp and hard, but I ignored the little cuts I got, even as blood ran down my hands and arms, and even trickled down the side of the rock. I sagged, exhausted. Both arms wrapped around my sharp rock and my head rested on my left arm, drifting.

The Incredible Feeling, as I dubbed it, was totally drained from my body.

I heard the rush of the water heading downstream, the strange quiet that had overtaken the ruined forest, and my pounding heart. My thoughts drifted…into places I didn't want to think about.

So instead I lifted my head up, gazing at the battlefield, this warzone. Dead mechs, a few femmes, men and women, lay sprawled across the muddy terrain. Blood and energon ran together all over. I numbly realized I was covered in both as well. Then, out of nowhere, I laughed humorlessly, darkly.

"How did I end up in this mess?"

And so I remembered.

Void

Book 1: Agony

Chapter 1: I Set my New Boss's Pants on Fire

"Alright then, it's settled." Josh Adams spoke. He leaned over his desk to shake my hand. Grinning, I grasped it tightly. "Yup. Thanks, sir." I said. "Hope to hear from you soon, kid." He smiled. I nodded. And with one tight squeeze, I pulled away. "Thanks again!" I called over my shoulder. He just laughed as I shut the heavy door to his teal colored office.

I silently yelled, doing a fist pump. I did it! Ignoring the odd looks I got, I brushed past busy workers. "Hell yeah," I muttered happily.

I strode through the tight halls, doing the 'Pride Stride' walk my dad used to call it. He liked it when I won things, because after I'd have this glint in my eye, this smile tugging the corners of my lips and the long legged walk. Proud, confident, strong, and resourceful. Things that described the what you had to be like and feel like to do the Pride Stride.

My dad said I was the only one who could do this with such ease, summon it so easily.

I never knew he was talking about more than that until later. And later I was regretted not figuring it out sooner. Figuring out what I had to do later in life, how I was gonna live, act, breathe. Soon, the world would come to an epic end – filled with pain, terror, and despair. But right now ,the world was blissfully unaware. I pitied young kids and babies who would have to grow up like this, and would likely have their lives cut short; and I envied the elderly, whose time was almost up anyway. They could go down in peace, when the time was right.

But right around the corner, lives meant to go on for years more would be cut short, when it hadn't even reached the halfway mark.

And some other, alien lives that were supposed to go on for eons more were also cut short. Now that 'halfway mark' I don't know about, but the coming deaths were still saddening.

Not that I didn't know a damn about this at this time. Nah, that shit comes in later. Oh well.

Nope. At that time, my focus was on my new job. And having a nice long rest before starting my job tomorrow

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When I woke up the next morning, took a shower, ate what was left of my box of Froot Loops and washed it down with a diet Coke, I ran out the door, took the bus to the train station, sat next to a fat lady with a chocolate bar and a fake poodle, and then took another bus to my building, sat next to a hobo with pudding, and made it with 10 minutes to spare.

I sat at my new desk, filing some papers and reading reports, mumbled a few 'Hello's' and 'Good mornings!' here and there.

I typed my way through the dull day, until my lunch break; where I left to go to the bakery and pick myself up a blueberry muffin. It was a nice day out, the sun was shining and there was a light breeze.

I sat at the bench just outside of the building. I closed my eyes, grinning and 'Mhmmm'ing every once in awhile.

I was almost done when I sniffed something. A little ways down, Adams (my current boss) was snoozing, arms crossed and head down with his chin resting on his chest. A tall, lean man with golden blond hair was smoking right next 'NO SMOKING WITHIN 50 FT OF THE AREA' sign.

I snorted, remembering a part of my job interview with Adams yesterday.

"You don't smoke, do you? Here, we are not allowed to. Anyone caught smoking within 50 feet of the area must be reported ASAP and will be fired."

"Hey, sir?" I asked golden boy. "Hmm?" he asked, taking a drag. "You're not allowed to smoke within 50 feet." I told him. "Please quit." I added. He only chuckled. "C'mon, if you wanted one, all you had to do was ask. Have some." He held out his cigarette to me.

"I don't smoke." I said coldly. He rolled his eyes. "Just try it. It's fine!" he said.

I snatched it away from him, slamming it behind me. "I don't care!" I shouted.

"OYOCKOOH!" came a shout. I jumped and whirled around, half expecting to see some sort of rabid pig dog. But instead, I looked at Josh Adams, whose pants just caught fire from my – his – cigarette.

My mouth dropped.

Whoops.

Golden boy took his water bottle and dumped it on him as Adams shouted.

"Y – YOU!" he roared, grabbing my collar and slamming me against the brick wall. "You were fuckin' smokin' on MY WATCH?" he screamed, his face turned blue, white, purple, and red, which it stayed on. "I – I – " I stammered.

"YOU"RE FIRED!"

Damn.

Okay, so I hope you liked that! Please tell me your thoughts in a REVIEW or PM! I need a response! Also, did you notice we never mentioned the character's name, Cybertronians were only mentioned once, and we never found out where she is or where she worked?

And also, the Prologue was the present, and most of this story will be from the past, told like a story, until it catches up to the Prologue later. If you don't get it, don't worry. You will.

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