Transformers
...Fate's Eternity...

(July 24, 2010: One Year After Battle Of Egypt- 11:30 PM)

The room was filled with shouts of fury, glass shattered and crashes could be heard a block away. The lights were on and glowed an eerie orange, lighting up part of the dark street of Tranquility. Many small, simple square houses lined the road with flickering lamp posts and old cars with police sirens off in the distance. The sky was dark with few stars shining, and the moon was a dark as it's shadow. The only house that was awake was the last house at the cul-de-sac, and few neighbors stuck their heads out to see what the source of the noise was before returning back inside, careless of what stirred in the night.

Both male and female voices echoed throughout the house, vibrating off the walls with rage and uncontrollable hatred. Glass crashed against the floor, furniture was tossed across the room to explode into pieces against the wall, and lamps were busted, knocking out the lighting in the room. The house was an utter mess, garbage and random items placed all around with no definite place to be. The fight between the man and woman only made the mess worse, as did their argument over what started as a simple discussion.

The screams were so loud, that you could not understand what they meant, but one person did. High up in her room, a teen girl with short blonde hair cut up to her neck sat on her bed, staring at the ground and listened to her parents' argument. Tears welded up in her deep blue eyes, falling every so often to hit her tattered shoes. She had few freckles around her red cheeks, and natural brown highlights streaked down her hair, and she had no makeup to contaminate her beautiful, yet sorrowful face. The tears fell one by one down her pointed nose and round cheek, yet not one sound escaped her throat that swelled with contained cries. Her heart pounded in her small chest, and her stomach churned brutally, making her head spin and her face heat up. Yet still, she did not let out a sound.

Her room was organized, unlike the rest of her home that had been infested with insects and such do to such unhygienic practices. What little clothes she had were folded nicely in her old wooden dresser that was decorated with small rocks and gifts her friends had found for her, each little gift having a big meaning. Sheets were used to cover her window, and one mirror sat on the floor to fix her hair for school. Her bed was just two old mattresses stacked, and the walls were cracked and smudged with years of no new paint. The ceiling sunk in slightly, and the one light on the ceiling was dusty and orange, threatening to go out at any given moment.

She jumped when she heard heavy footsteps come up the stairs, and her mother pleaded from downstairs. She crawled up in the corner, staring at the door while listening to the fast paced footsteps come closer. She knew her father was going to come in at any second, and braced herself for his fury. Wrapping her arms around her legs that were tucked in , she glanced at the bruises of her fore arms. One solid bruise that had fingers that wrapped all around. She tried to forget the awful memories and attempted to slip into another world where the pain was eased, but it was too late.

The old wooden door swung open and crashed into the wall, splintering the door and the hinges. A tall, heavy man with massive arms and huge boots stomped in fast, eyeing the skinny girl with anger. He had brown eyes that held hellfire raging behind them, and he breathed fast through his nose like a vicious bull. The house shook with each step, and the girl could hear her mother wail out in a desperate plea to stop, but he didn't.

The girl sunk in the corner, gasping as she saw him reach out and wrap his hand around her fore arm, squeezing it until his un-cut nails dug into her soft, pale skin.

"Daddy, daddy please don't!" she begged as he yanked her up from the ground, making her scream and trip on her own feet.

"Shut up!" he spat, pulling her out of the room.

"Daddy no!" she cried again, and he spun around, back handing her so hard the she fell when he let go of her.

"I told you to shut up! Now get your ass down here!" he screamed and picked her up hatefully as she turned her head away to cry. She had a cut on her face that began to bleed from her father's wedding ring, and the blood soon mixed in with her salty tears, making the cut sting painfully.

As he drug her downstairs, her feet struggled to pick themselves up. The old wooden stairs creaked with every hard step, and as he reached the bottom of the stairs, he threw the frightened girl into the living room. She stumbled to her feet when she caught her balance, seeing her mother sitting on the couch crying in her hands. She had short blonde hair too that looked like it hadn't been washed in a few days. Her arms also held bruises, and glass cuts on her hands.

The teen couldn't see her mother's face, and she turned to see her father shove her down on the couch harshly, breathing heavily.

"Jerry, please stop this." her mother whimpered, looking up at him with tearful blue eyes. Her left eye was deep purple and began to swell, making the girl gasp.

"Shut up you bitch! You don't ask me for another thing!" he shouted with the smell of liquor in his breath. The teen huddled up next to her mother and was instantly embraced in shaking arms.

"Its okay, Amber, its okay." her mother hushed, and Jerry picked up a glass cup and threw it across the room violently.

"No, its not going to be alright! Do you see the problem here, Terrie? Do you!" he screamed louder and the two girls hunkered down, whimpering as he held up his fist as if to strike them.

"No no no no! I don't, Jerry, please don't!" Terrie pleaded, protecting Amber with her motherly embrace.

"I work my ass off all day and I come home to this! No dinner made, no nothing!"

"You didn't work at all today! All you did was sit at that damn bar and drink until your cant tell a stripper pole from a lamp post!"

Jerry brought his hand back and Terrie pushed Amber out of the way. Amber hit the ground and heard the awful sound of her mother getting struck down, and the sound echoed in the house like her cry of pain.

"Amber, run!" her mother ordered and Jerry whacked her again before reaching out for Amber, but the tall thin girl was too fast as she darted up the stairs.

"Get back here you little bitch!"

"Leave her alone, Jerry! She did nothing to you!" Terrie screamed, holding her bleeding head as she pulled herself off the couch, crawling on the floor for the phone.

Amber rushed down the hall, hearing her father thunder up the stairs after her. She didn't dare look back as she ran in her room and slammed the door shut. She thought fast and pushed her dresser in front of the door and under the knob, making all the little gifts of stones and things fall and wobble off the top. She breathed fast and loud as she heard her father bang on the door, trying to get in.

"Amber! Open this door now!"

She ignored him as she snatched her back pack off the bed and opened the drawer in her dresser, randomly grabbing clothes and shoved them in there before grabbing as many of her gifts as possible, also putting them in with her clothes. The door began to push open and Amber opened her only window, crawling out onto the steep roof. Her feet slipped and she grabbed the nearest drain pipe on the side of the house, catching her self as she dropped the back pack in the yard. She looked down at the ground to let her eyes adjust before hearing the door slam open.

She quickly rushed over on the roof, but slipped again. She swung off the roof while still having her grasp on the pipe and slid down, falling halfway when a piece of metal sliced into her hand! She gasped and before she could see her hand, she hit the ground flat on her back, making her gasp out with short breath.

She was stunned in her place, feeling hot blood seep out of her palm and onto the cold grass. The dirt broke some of her fall as she smelled it in her hair, and her adrenaline kicked in again when she found herself sitting up. She groaned while her head spun, and heard her father race down the house, making her stand immediately. She nearly tipped over when the world shook around her, but she kept balance and snatched the back pack up before running down the street as fast as her feet would take her. He father slammed open the battered front door and sent his fist in the air, shouting and cursing loudly into the night. Amber cried and gasped, breathing in heavily with sobs. Tears felt cold against her face as the wind blew against her, and her eyes closed as she prayed to dear God that he didn't chase her.

What would he do to her mother? What would he do to her when she came back? Could she come back? Would she come back?

Her head spun with confusion and fear as her feet drove her to nowhere, pounding against the pavement as she wiped her face with her sleeve, sobbing into it. Time flew as the night got older, and she continued to run far away from her home. The streets were dark and the street lamps had turned off with no headlights in sight. She dashed across the road, but only made it halfway.

Then she felt something hard and cold slam against her legs, and before she could scream at the sudden pain shooting through her body, she flew off her feet and hit the object shoulder first! Her body crumpled against the object and the sudden realization occurred to her, she had been hit by a car.

She felt the hood slide against her arm and her bony shoulder hit the wind shield. Her head hit the glass as well before she rolled off the hood, fast and violently. The sound of her body hitting the pavement was almost as loud as the roaring engine of the car. Amber heard the wheels screech and grind against the road, and the pounding of her heart beat deafened her. She lifted her head slowly, feeling her head and body throb as she laid against the sidewalk on her stomach. Her back pack was under the car as it backed up slowly, igniting it's siren lights of red and blue before revving it's engine loudly like a scream of fury. Her sight was fuzzy, but she could see red and blue lights flash, allowing her to see the black and white paint job that represented the police status. She gasped and her breath was shaky and nervous when her vision cleared. The car rolled back and halted with a screech so that she could see the grill of a Mustang with the menacing white glow of it's headlights, shining in her eyes as if to blind her. Her legs were near numb and throbbing as she held her breath, expecting to see a cop step out of the car, but the car just sat there, letting the engine rumble under the hood. She blinked a few times and breathed in, digging her fingers in the ground to pull herself closer to the car.

When it hit her, it was going at about fifteen to twenty miles an hour, and she could feel the toll on her legs. She didn't know if they were broken, but she was more concerned on getting help from the cop.

She held out her bloody hand weakly, breathing in as she tried to recover after having the air knocked out of her.

"H-help." she gasped out, letting her arm fall to the ground as her head began to spin again. Her sight began to fog up, and her eyes began to close, seeing the flashing of the lights before blackness engulfed her.

"Help…me…"

The cop car sat there for a minute or two, letting the engine rumble quietly and slowly rolling towards the girl as she bled out on the street from both legs, her hand and her head. The car stopped again, then the two headlights that dimmed a bit began to eject out from their spot with spikes surrounding the bulbs! They came out at about a foot, twisting and observing the girl. She was still breathing, but very slowly. The headlights quickly retreated when the sound of distant footsteps echoed down the sidewalk, and the car turned off its lights all together before backing up fast then taking off down the street. The sound of screeching tires brought the footsteps closer and faster paced, and out of the shadows was a group of teenagers. Three tall, tanned, muscular boys and two girls, one Asian with shiny black hair and grey eyes, the other with red hair and green eyes. The boys all had brown eyes and black hair, each having a tattoo on the arms. They stopped where Amber laid unconscious, kneeling down.

"Damn, what happened?" one boy asked, wiping sweat off his forehead from the night time heat. He wore a gray T-shirt that was ripped at the sleeves, and the other boy leaned down, putting his fingers up to Amber's neck for a pulse. They wore almost identical clothes, bagging pants with chains and tight, ripped shirts, representing their membership of a gang.

"Was she shot?" another boy asked with a heavy Mexican accent.

"I don't know, I'm not seeing any bullet wounds, but she's still alive." the boy checking her pulse concluded.

"What do we do with her?" the red head asked, and the Asian girl kneeled down next to the boy, pulling out her cell phone to use as a flash light. She shined the bright light at the girl, seeing a bloody hand and bruises on her arms.

"This girl was abused, probably a runaway." she pursed her pierced lip and rubbed the bruises on Amber's arm.

"Well, do we call the cops?" one boy asked.

"Carlos, she just said she was abused. Her parents would pick her up in heartbeat and beat the Hell outta' her." one boy snapped.

"Well damn, Daniel, no need to get an attitude." Carlos snapped back.

"Would you two calm down? We're not even supposed to be in this neighborhood, we could get shot ourselves." the red head shushed loudly, moving her crimson hair from her eyes and pulled it back in a low pony tail.

"I know, Macy, I know, but are we gonna leave her here or what?" Daniel asked and the other boy turned to him and smirked.

"You know Vince, you can be a real dick when you want to be…"

Macy sighed and turned Amber over on her back. "Grace, what should we do with her?"

Grace sighed and looked back at the boys, running her fingers through her jet black hair, thinking for a moment. She snapped out of thinking when a few gun shots went off in this distance.

"We'll take her to my place, she'll be safe there and find out what the Hell is going on. Carlos, you carry her." Grace stood up and Carlos shrugged, leaning down to take the bloody girl in his arms.

"Daniel, I think that's her backpack, grab it." Macy snapped her fingers and Daniel stepped off the curb, snatching up the back pack before swinging it over his broad shoulder.

"Lets get out of here before we get pumped full of lead." he sighed and scanned the area before taking off with the group.

"Way ahead of ya'…" Grace answered quietly, looking back to see the shadowy figure of a car in the middle of the street about a 50 yards away, and she pushed her friends to go faster. "Go go go…" she whispered.

It was around 1:30 AM, and the teens made their way down multiple ally ways, through old buildings, past a few groups of gang members who had set fire to trash cans to socialize. Carlos carried Amber close to his chest, keeping her out of sight as they made their way down the streets of old apartment buildings. They were run down, old, and made of sun bleached bricks and old dusty windows. Grace led the way to an apartment, stepping up old iron steps that creaked with each step, and inside a hallway that ran through the whole building. She pulled out a key from her bra and unlocked a door, with the others waiting tiredly behind her.

"Dude, is she still breathing?" Daniel asked, looking over the girl. She had stopped bleeding and had dried blood on her face and all over her jeans, making Daniel come close to gagging. Grace unlocked the door and quietly opened it, letting the others go in first.

"Just set her on the couch, Macy, get a bowl of warm water and a rag and wipe off that blood. I'll call Joe and tell him what's happened." Grace ordered softly and Macy stopped, looking at the phone nervously.

"Joe? We have to tell him?"

"He's the boss, he needs to know everything that goes on, whether we like it or not." Grace shrugged and shut the door behind her, grabbing the phone off the side table next to the couch.

"But-"

"Hey, Joe helped us out, we help him too by telling him, Macy. No arguments…" Grace interrupted, and Macy sighed, nodding as she made her way into the kitchen. The room was dark and run down with metal bars over the window. A narrow hallway was on the left of the living room with three rooms. The living room was open and dark too with a large TV on the wall, and a glass top coffee table in the center of the room. A fan was spinning on the ceiling, making papers shift a little on the tables. Carlos set Amber down on the couch carefully. He stood back up and looked at his arms that was covered in her blood, as was his shirt.

"Yo, I'm gonna go shower." he said, rubbing his fingers with the scarlet blood. Grace nodded.

"Daniel, where's her back pack?"

Daniel walked around the couch and set the back pack down on the floor, kneeling down as he unzipped it.

"Right here." he said, digging into it. "Lets see what she's got."

"Daniel!" Macy hissed as she walked out the kitchen with a bowl of water and a rag over her arm.

"What? I'm not gonna take anything, she's barely got anything anyway…" Daniel spat and pulled out some wadded up clothes. Grace kneeled down too, looking deeply into the back pack and un-wadding the clothes to see little rocks and junk fall out.

"What the Hell?" she uttered, picking up the rocks and staring at them closely before putting them back into the back pack.

"She was obviously in a hurry." Daniel added, and Grace spotted something shiny on the floor. She reached over to it and picked it up with her pale fingers. It was dark gray and metallic and looked like a splinter, jagged and shredded with writing imbedded on it. Her gray eyes scanned over it, pondering the little thing.

"What the Hell is this?" she asked, holding it with her black finger nails and let Daniel looked at it too.

"Junk, just put it back." he shrugged and found some clothes that resembled pajamas and laid them on the table. Macy sat down next to them and set the bowl down too, dipping the rag into the water and ringing it out. Grace tossed the object back in her back pack and stood up.

"Well, lets clean her up and hope that she wakes up. I'll make a quick call to Joe, then lets try to catch some Z's." she said, dialing the phone number quite fast and held it up to her ear.

Macy rubbed off the dried blood gently, dipping the bloody rag in the water before cleaning off her arms, staring at the bruises sadly.

"Damn girl, what've you been through?" she mumbled to herself before wiping her forehead clean of blood. Vince sat down next to her and wrapped his strong arm around Macy's waist, pulling her closer.

"We'll find out in the morning." he whispered in her ear, and she grinned as she dipped the rag in the water.

"Joe? Hey, look, I-" Grace stopped when she noticed Amber shifting. "I got some news for you."

/Go on…/

"Okay, we found this girl on the streets and I brought her here to my apartment."

/What? What if she's part of the rival gang?/

"No no, she's not, she doesn't have any tattoos, she's just a little runaway. She's pretty banged up too." she heard Joe sigh over the phone.

/Alright, just fix her up and get rid of her, as soon as possible./

"Okay, thanks Joe." Grace nodded and hung up the phone, setting it on the table. "Alright, who wants to watch her tonight?" Grace asked, clapping her hands together and Macy instantly stood up.

"Hey hey, I gotta work tomorrow." she said and made her way to her room.

"Crap, so do I." Grace said, rubbing her forehead tiredly.

"I'll watch her, its my day off tomorrow." Vince suggested and Grace smiled.

"Thanks Vince, you're the man."

Vince held up his arms and flexed them, grinning with a confident chuckle.

"Yeah, I know. Check out these guns."

"Easy tiger." Grace laughed and made her way to the hallway, looking back one last time to see Vince sit down in the chair next to the couch and turn on the TV, setting his feet on the coffee table.

"Good night." she breathed and Vince nodded, leaning back in the chair.

The space was cold and dark, and no life stirred as the stars shined, giving meaning to the emptiness. It was silent and the moon of the planet Saturn held a dark figure, looming on the dark side with Saturn's rings streaked across the sky with marvelous colors. A large, crashed ship called the Nemesis stayed put, littering the clean surface of the moon with stranded metal. Then, in the silence, two figures flew over the base, leaving a trail of fumes behind. One was a F-22 Raptor jet, covered in black tattoos and utterly spotless of any wounds.

The other was not so fortunate. Megatron wasn't even capable of transforming being too damaged and mangled from the battle. Starscream flew alongside him, coming in for landing as they made their way towards the base.

The gaping hole in the base was big enough for the two to fly in swiftly. Starscream slowed down, flying up as he un folded his armor, transforming swiftly and his feet slammed into the ground, sending sparkling liquid to fly up. Megatron landed soon after, and his torn feet hit the ground, and his knees buckled beneath him as he landed. He hit the ground and rolled uncontrollably before finally stopping on his back, exhausted and drained of Energon. His missing arm sparked and bled out on the floor, mixing his blood with the liquid. His other arm tried to pull himself up, and his face bled too. His one optic scanned the room, eyeing Starscream who didn't bother to help him.

"Starscream!" Megatron hissed weakly, and his second in command stopped, looking back at him. "Get the medical bots now!"

Starscream narrowed his optics and bowed to his "master".

"Yes, Lord Megatron…"

Megatron picked himself up slowly, struggling to his feet weakly. He stared at the walls that were covered in hatchling sacks like eggs. They were still functioning as they twitched and purred in their incubation, and lined the torn walls. Snapped wires and jagged metal lined the opening, and Megatron ran his finger down one of the incubation sacks, feeling the smooth surface against his claw. He watched the hatchling twitch and turn in the glowing blue liquid, and as he stared more intently at it, his finger tapped the sack gently. The hatchling opened it's red optics and stared at him, purring as it twitched again, making Megatron narrow his optics and continue down the hall, where the throne room was.

The throne was undisturbed with wires draped over like curtains, and the view of the large trench below was perfect. He ran his hand over the arm of the throne before sitting in it tiredly. He was in pain all over, close to going into stasis lock. His Energon reserves were dangerously low, and his body was terribly beaten. Primus only knows how he was able to make it to the base.

Then the sound of little metal feet tapping the ground echoed like jail bars, and he looked down to see a dozen medical bots that resembled spiders come crawling up the throne, jumping and chattering as they crawled over him and immediately began their work. They began to weld shut the wounds, making sparks fly from the wounds. Megatron hissed and growled at the sharp, splintering pains, wincing as the bots tore apart damaged wires and welding sensitive nerves back together.

He was close to ripping them apart, but the pain would do him good as he sat back and relaxed. Soon, Starscream cautiously approached his master's throne, bowing at Megatron's feet.

"Anything else I can do for you, master?" he spoke deeply, loathing his servitude towards such a waist of metal. Megatron hissed at more pain, grasping the arm of the chair.

"Do not be a fawner, Starscream, it deeply irritates me." Megatron growled angrily, and Starscream chuckled nervously, backing up.

"A-as you wish, Megatron."

"Tell me, Starscream, what is your purpose to me?" Megatron asked, and Starscream widened his optics, nervously looking around as he stepped towards the back of the throne.

"I uh, I am here to serve you, ovcoarse." he uttered. Megatron nodded and bared his sharp teeth.

"Yes, you are here to serve me, and do you know what is happening at this point in time, Starscream?"

Starscream took a moment to think, afraid to say anything as he circled around the throne.

"The Decepticons are retreating?"

"NO!" Megatron shouted, slamming his fist into the arm of the chair and making Starscream wince. "What is happening is that I am losing my strength, and I require energy. Energon is what I need, Starscream, and you are going to find some."

Starscream looked dumbfounded as he looked all around the trashed base, rubbing the back of his helm.

"H-how? There is no Energon." Starscream answered finally, and Megatron laughed.

"Then find some, there must be something out there that can bring me back."

Indeed there was, and Starscream knew it too. He knew something that Megatron didn't, and it was deeply dangerous. He preferred to keep it to himself at this point, and just agreed.

"Yes, Megatron. I will find a solution to your problem, just rest and I will take command-"

"No you will not! Even in my condition, you will abide by my orders and I will call the shots, Starscream! No one else!" Megatron snapped and Starscream growled under his chest, clenching his fist tightly.

"As you command…"

Starscream would get what he wanted soon, all he needed was time, and the will to exercise patience…

This is my newest story and has nothing to do with the Last Destiny or The Last Hope. I hope you all will come to enjoy this, I'm trying to step up my game.

(Passes cookie/review jar around) This will be more of a mature story and less author's notes. Please review! Constructive criticism is welcomed as well.