I do not own Transformers, though I do own the main character. I hope you enjoy my story. : D

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"Ah dear, it seems like it's going to rain again."

Lightning flashed across the black starless sky making it seem almost peaceful, if not tranquil to a few people. Tall skyscrapers reached to the heavens while the only sources of light were that of the streetlamps. The lamplights flickered as I walked past them.

The world had become juristically different over a 200-year period. It wasn't uncommon to find people with cybernetic limbs, or entire bodies for that matter. What little information they had obtained from Sector 7 had become very useful over time. Of course no one really believed that sector seven really existed, or the whole incident with the Autobots and Decepticons fighting for the Allspark.

People brushed it off as some rumor during that time. The government had evacuated all the civilians from Mission City only to then erase their memories and tell them that it was yet another terrorist attack on the US. The government had started to go too far with the war. All they wanted to do was wipe other nations and then build it so it was more like a miniature America. They had asked the Autobots for help but they declined saying it was against their morals to kill any human whether they were good or bad. Not long after that though they vanished, and they haven't been seen since then.

My father used it as a bedtime story when I was just a little girl. I always dreamed about what it would be like to live in a more free world where great heroes were there to protect you. When I got older I soon found out it was true when I was browsing through files on his laptop. He worked for the government as a data analyst so he always brought his work home with him.

After I found out about the files my spirits were raised for an extended amount of time. During those years I was more of an optimist and it helped me think more on the bright side. At least it did until just last month.

When my parents were killed.

The government had been monitoring my fathers activities and found out that an outside source had read the file. Like any other government they had killed anyone in the vicinity who possibly knew of the information. At the time I was out on a stroll. When I had spotted black vehicles and gunfire from my house I ran. I knew they killed them, my parents, and I was almost certain they would kill me as well. I ran far, far away. And it's been almost a month now since I've been near my home.

Ducking in and out of alleyways, it's been like that ever since. Avoiding the police isn't easy. Hopefully though they'll figure I'm dead and stop searching for me. They thought a nineteen-year-old girl couldn't survive on the streets.

Raindrops started to fall from the sky; not in a light drizzle but a heavy downpour. I don't mind though it could be worse. My clothes have long since been torn and ragged and my ash blonde hair has turned to a dark grunge blonde.

"It's not too bad though as long as I'm living that's all that matters." I looked up at the crossing sign and slowly make my way across the street.

Suddenly I heard a rumble of cars they were moving, and fast. Ignoring my proper sense of judgment I looked around to see where it came from. Two sets of headlights were heading straight towards me when all of the sudden the both went out.

I looked in front of me perplexed at the situation "What the hell?"

"WATCH OUT!!" I heard someone scream.

I look at the random person at the street corner and back to the where I was looking.

It was as if the sensation of slow motion had taken over my senses. I stared at a car, flipping through the air horizontal to my vision. Another was being projected over it farther from the first. I wasn't concerned about that one though it was the first car I had spotted. From the blinding light of the headlights I could barley make out what it looked like. At that point I knew death was staring me in the face.

"No…" I whispered before being hit by the impact.

It felt as if my body were dead. I could feel the icy chill all over my body freezing my limbs so I couldn't move nor feel.

I could hear the screaming of the frightened people. Oh how I wanted to scream with them, but with every lurching breath I engulfed it was accompanied by an illegible moan of pain.

Then I heard something strange it was the scratching of metal, twisting, forming. I tried to picture what that sound was but I couldn't. My mind was slowly drifting and my eyesight had already turned black.

"I won't let you hurt anyone…" a voice said. It was young and male with anguish in his voice.

"Autobot scum!" another yelled, "Why worry about whom I decide to harm. Worry about what your own actions have done!"

The second voice was deep and demented. He laughed a demonic laugh that made my heart jolt in fear.

"Oh primus…" said the first voice.

For a brief moment I could feel the presence of a set of eyes staring at me, and then…

I felt nothing.