Well I spent the last few days mulling over what to do with this rewrite, and I've kind of come to the conclusion that I want it to be more original. No more using the bayverse plots per se, and I want to take out some of the characters I used to have in the story because they don't seem to fit what I'm looking for in the fic itself. Mostly Sam and his family, and Mikeala will be gone since I originally only had them in the story to give Clare relevance, but now I want to give her a more original backstory! I hope y'all can bear with me a bit and enjoy the new concepts that I have! I still want her to be goofy and like her old self, and I'm going to work on that in this one! All I really want is to write something that you all can enjoy as much as I enjoy writing it! Anyways on with the story!
Transformers belongs to Hasbro! I only own my own OCs!
This story is also rated M for swearing, suggestive themes, and sexual content.
(Prologue)
Space, the endless realm of infinite darkness which was only illuminated by the multitude of stars which called it home, serving as beacons of light which graced nearby planets with their glimmering radiance. Breathing warmth, filling all life nearby with the promise of a new dawn, and a new day.
Not all worlds were so lucky however, some were lost to the stars, consumed in infinite darkness which left them desolate. Empty and despondent, with only the echoes of ghastly winds coalescing within the remains of once proud cities desecrated by war.
Cybertron was one such world, ripped asunder in a violent and bloody civil war which forced its' remaining inhabitants to flee beyond the stars. Since then none had walked upon the torn surface of their once bustling home world, their race scattered and displaced across the universe, leaving death and destruction in their wake as the war continued to be waged without end.
Very few worlds managed to escape the bloodshed of this ancient conflict, only those nestled in the furthest reaches of distant galaxies. And yet, one small planet located within a distant edge of the universe would soon be drawn into a conflict which had consumed the stars for countless millennia.
Earth, a relatively young planet ruled by an equally untried race known as humans, had so far managed to remain undetected by alien life from other planets. Its' vast oceans and rolling grass hills had left untouched from any destruction that was not of the humans own making… and yet that was soon to change.
Yes, the grace of the stars had rained down relics of great power in times long since past, which now remained hidden from the human race. Beyond the comprehension of their potential hosts, unable to be controlled… beckoning their makers to come and retrieve them…
And yet… these ancient objects were not the only cursed objects to descend onto the tiny planet from beyond the stars…
(Clare's POV/0900 hours)
Today was another day like any other it seemed.
I'd only woken up a little while ago, nestled in the plain and uninteresting white sheets that covered my mattress and had somehow become tangled around my legs during the course of the evening hours. My head was cushioned by a pitiful excuse of a pillow, one that was flatter than a damn pancake after some merciless fucker decided to stomp it into the dirt. Yeah that flat!
The ceiling of my room was a wall of solid glass which gave off no reflection. No way for me to actually look into it and see myself staring back. I only knew what I looked like because of the fact that the people who took care of me and socialized with me on a daily basis had told me everything that I know. My eyes were apparently a bright blue, and I supposedly had kissable lips and a button nose… whatever the heck that meant.
Whenever someone said that I always envisioned an actual button for a nose like on one of those creepy fucking dolls that had button eyes. Personally I've never been a damn fan of those things at all! I only knew what they looked like from magazines or pictures I'd seen on the internet, and they gave me nightmares.
Rather than dwell on the creepy crawly shit that lurked in the back of my mind, I chose that moment to sit up, my long black hair slipping over my shoulders and pooling around my legs, which were clad in plain white sleeping pants. One of my hands brushed my locks over my shoulder, which was also clad in a white cotton t-shirt.
"Wish I had some cool clothes to wear! But I can't shop when I live in a damn glass box." I muttered to myself, before moving over to a brown dresser situated in the corner of my meager living quarters. The drawers slid open easily, providing a look at the generic clothes that were folded into near little squares within.
All white… White shirts… White pants… White undergarments… White socks…
If I ever got lucky enough to leave this place I was never going to wear white clothes again! Honestly, I was more sure of that than I was of ever actually achieving those ambitions, but I tried not to think about it as I trudged over to a shower cubicle nestled at the far end of my room, connected to rusty pipes that sprung up from the concrete floor and were fastened to the shower itself through the thick glass wall. My clothes were placed down on the one available shelf I had, which had a fresh towel folded up and placed nearly atop the metal bars which made up its' surface.
With that done I stripped down and left my dirty pajamas in a pile outside the shower, then pulled open the flimsy clear colored curtain which rustled as it moved and allowed me to step off of the concrete flooring, and onto the white tiles. A moment later I twisted the shower handles and turned the water on a relatively hot temperature and stepped under the spray, allowing it to soak the thigh length tendrils clinging to my back, and the pale skin which decorated my body. My fingers moved up to delve into my hair and massage my scalp before I opted to wash myself.
How nice this was, to just soak beneath the burning droplets… to cleanse away all the impurities that clung to me. This was the only real time that I had to feel normal, to reflect on everything that made up my life and the limited world around me.
I felt a sigh shake my body as I thought of everything that led up to my current circumstances… well what I knew anyway. When I actually thought about it, I grew frustrated with the doctors who took care of me. They always told me that I was sick. That this was why I was stuck in a glass box and never allowed to leave it despite my insistence that I be allowed to do so.
They always told me that I wasn't well enough to do that.
No amount of asking ever changed things. My confinement was never lifted, and I was perpetually trapped within these four glass walls, with the occasional bout of interaction with other people. But truth be told, sometimes it didn't actually feel like they wanted to help me.
My chest actually ached with the thought, forcing me to pause for a moment as I lathered my locks with the scentless shampoo I'd been provided. It always felt like time stopped whenever that nagging feeling twisted in my chest, taking my breath away with the sharpness of a sensation that was actually painful. It was loneliness, I knew this. I'd known for a long time…
Whatever, not like acknowledging it would change anything, right?
Right. So I forced myself to resume what I was doing, instead of thinking about stupid and useless shit anymore. I pulled my long tresses over my shoulder and made sure to run my fingers through the inky black strands, ensuring that every tendril would be cleaned appropriately before being rinsed out.
"I need a damn haircut… At this point I'm pretty sure I look like that creepy grudge bitch!"
Damn, having conversations with myself again… the first sign of insanity! Well, I never claimed to be sane to begin with so it didn't really bother me, nor did it stop me from leaning back under the shower head so that the cascading torrents of water could rinse the soap out of my hair and off my skin. I sighed softly, this time more in contentment than aggravation due to the relaxing feeling of being caressed by the pressurized water.
Unfortunately, all good things had to come to an end. Mine certainly did, and the signal which brought me crashing back to reality was the sound of a door opening and closing. After pausing for a brief moment to make sure I actually heard that right, I sighed and turned the water off while muttering to myself. "The peanut gallery is here! Whoopdee fucking doo!"
Hashtag fucking sarcasm…
Gripping the shower curtain, I pulled it open just enough to grab my towel and yank it around my body before stepping out of the dinky little cubicle. I glanced around the room outside of my room, looking for whomever had entered which didn't take long, my narrowed gaze landing on one of the infamous egg heads. AKA, Doctor something or other who's name I didn't care to remember but might've started with an S or some shit.
He was a tall and lanky old man, one who was bald on the top of his head and had liver spots. His brown eyes watched me from behind thick rimmed black glasses, while his hands were stuffed in the pockets of his white lab coat. Yet, for some reason despite the straight up creeper vibes he was giving off, he smiled slightly and greeted me. "Good morning Clare."
Oh how I wanted to say something along the lines of, 'good morning you old egg headed mother fucker'... Unfortunately I had to refrain or he'd take away the few incentives I was given to keep me from going stark raving mad in here!
Instead I grabbed my clothes and moved behind an oriental changing screen one of the nurses had gotten me, towel drying myself once I was out of view. Of all the things in the room it was also the only thing that had some personality and color to it, what with it being a darker painted wood, while the screen itself was white with cherry blossoms on it. Definitely added some color to this otherwise drab and depressing shit hole.
Each article of clothing I had was quickly pulled onto my pale skin, undergarments, then my pants and shirt, and lastly my socks, which rendered me decent to anyone who might look at me. And judging by the dumbass egg head's presence they were probably going to be taking me off somewhere for testing today.
Otherwise no one would be here…
Frustration welled up inside me as a result of that knowledge! Why was I considered such an enigma? Or better yet, what unknown disease did I have that couldn't be cured? What was it that resulted in me being trapped within four glass walls? As if I was just on display for anyone who wanted to come in and watch me? Like I was some sort of fucking disease that couldn't be allowed to spread into the general populace?
That's how it felt at least, and the daily reminders that I wasn't allowed to wander outside of these walls only served to dampen my mood and demeanor as I finally stepped out from behind the thin paper wall which had granted me a modicum of privacy from prying eyes. Those very same eyes were still watching me, waiting for me to reappear and when I finally did they seemed to become more sharp and focused, as if making an attempt to see beneath my very skin.
All that I could do was try my best to ignore it for the time being, my strides carrying me over to where my dirty clothes were sitting in a pile on the floor, each article being gathered up so that I could make my way over to a six inch metal chute built into the wall. Decrepit old thing… it creaked loudly when I undid the latch and stuffed my discarded clothing inside, the still pristine white cotton sliding down the ninety degree metallic slope, until they fell into a basket positioned below the opening on the other side.
Of course I was still being watched the entire time, and it didn't escape my notice that he never tried prompting me to speak up again, nor did he attempt to do so again. Yet.
After a moment however, my feet shuffled backwards and my body shifted so that I was facing him, our eyes meeting as the potential outcomes of this visit filtered through my mind. Medical testing as they called it could be very chill and boring, or invasive and painful. It really depended on what part of me they wanted to probe today.
Eyes narrowing, my scowl deepened before I finally acknowledged his presence with a disinterested murmur of, "What's on the agenda for today then Doc? Enlighten me."
Sarcasm was literally dripping off of every word I spoke, with no attempt being made to actually dampen or supress how I actually felt at the moment. Even saying that I was annoyed was an understatement; I was downright exasperated with these sessions as everyone called them. Clearly they weren't helping me, otherwise I wouldn't even be here anymore, would I?
I stayed where I was however, staring him down as he walked towards the double glass doors fastened to an electric powered track, his form stopping just outside of them while he put his arms behind his back in an attempt to emulate that weird fucking pose people did when trying to look professional.
Honestly… it only made his pot belly more prevalent.
Egg head didn't even seem bothered by my attitude either if his neutral expression was anything to go by. Hell, even his voice was even and lacked emotion when he finally decided to speak again, though what he said shocked me to my core.
"We'll be moving you to a new facility today Clare, one better equipped to deal with your… condition."
Apart from how he said that last part like I was a literal disease, the rest of it was somewhat befuddling. I could only stare at him for a moment, unmoving while mulling over the implications pertaining to what he said.
Did that mean that… I could see the world outside these walls for once? Not pictures in a magazine or videos on the internet, but actually see the sun and skies with my own eyes? Had I ever seen anything like that before? For some reason I couldn't remember ever doing so, since these walls were all I could ever recall.
Could I allow myself to feel excited? Did I dare to feel something so uplifting for once…?
Part of me wanted to, and it was a difficult thing to keep control of. That powerful sensation of the world shifting around me, like I was rushing upwards and utterly weightless for a moment. Oh how my heart began racing, sending a powerful tingling sensation throughout every part of me, even my limbs.
Felt like I was about to pass out, but instead I swallowed heavily and pushed my black tressed behind my right ear to steady myself in the face of something so unfamiliar. "Seriously? I've never been moved before? Does this mean that I get to see the outside for myself?" I asked, with so much hope in my voice that it almost bordered on being sickening.
Ugh I was being such a tool right now…
He must have heard how hopeful I was, because he did seem to become contemplative, his eyes appearing distant for a moment until they cleared and landed on me again. And I could tell just from that look, that almost apologetic expression which morphed his wrinkly ass features giving away the answer I didn't want to hear.
"I'm afraid not Clare. We can't take a chance of you wandering off in your current state. Maybe next time things will be different."
All of the air left my body in a large exhale which left me feeling more unsatisfied than this guy's wife must be with their damn love life… if it even existed. Every ounce of excitement was just gone, prompting me to turn my back on him and trudge over to my bed and plop down on it, springs creaking under my weight. "Yeah sure, next time. Knowing my luck there won't be a next time and you're just fucking with me because you can. Thanks for that asshole." I muttered while glaring at his indifferent ass.
"I'm sorry that you're disappointed Clare, really I am. But it can't be helped. You're simply too delicate to be allowed to wander."
"Delicate my ass! I bet I could bench press more than Arnold Schwarzenegger back when he was cool enough to play in the Terminator! You just say that because you want me to believe it but news flash! I really don't! You idiots never tell me anything! I don't even know why I'm here! I'm starting to think there isn't actually a reason for it at all!"
By this point my hands were clenched in my lap, chest heaving with my sharply indrawn breaths. Every ounce of hatred and contempt I felt for not just him, but this situation itself, was welling up inside me. My chest began to ache and burn in response, like my heart itself was pressing against my ribs and threatening to break through them, and oh did it fucking hurt. It felt like I was about to explode, like the flames of hell itself were swelling and growing from within and threatening to burn me until I was reduced to ashes.
One of my hands shot to my chest as a result, gripping the space between my breasts as I glared with all the vehemence I could muster. Too bad it wouldn't help my case, nor would it sway anyone's decisions; and as much as I didn't want to admit it… this pain was a normal occurrence. But I never wanted to believe that there was something wrong with me, because it only lent weight to the fact that I did need to be here.
Somewhere deep inside I was sure that wasn't true… I wanted to believe that…
All the agony racking my body said otherwise however, forcing me to calm myself before it got out of hand. Egg head only tsked in response, shaking his bald little head as he turned and walked back towards the doors leading out of my quarters. "Do try and calm yourself Clare, at least for the time being. We'll be getting ready for the move in an hour or so. Lydia will bring your breakfast before then, so do try not to be unnecessarily difficult for her."
A reverberating hiss echoed once he disappeared beyond the steel doors which gravitated back towards one another upon receiving some silent signal to do so. Once again, I was left alone after that, with only my dreary thoughts to keep me company… again.
Minutes ticked by one after the other, time spent in silence since any vigor or excitement I felt for the day was long gone now. Left in its' wake was a sense of hopelessness, of emptiness which threatened to consume me completely as I stared at the doors with a blank expression, my chest still aching faintly although I paid it little mind.
Was this really my lot in life…? Sleep, wake up, eat breakfast, medical testing, dinner, then sleep again. All day every day, without fail! And the one time there was a change in the monotony of my schedule, I wasn't even allowed to enjoy it! It was so aggravating!
Lost in my frustration as I was, the sound of the doors opening again didn't register for a moment or two. It wasn't until I heard another latch click that I looked up in time to see a metal tray being pushed in through another small opening to the right of the glass doors, courtesy of one of the nurses.
Lydia was her name. She was a middle aged brunette with a slim figure and big blue eyes, preppy as hell but nice enough when I was forced to interact with her. And she'd just delivered breakfast with a damn smile… yay!
Sarcasm was a strong suit of mine, and today I was using my attitude to the fullest.
Of course I didn't direct it at her as I stood and walked over to roughly snatch the tray off the platform it was perched on, before returning to my bed and practically throwing myself down on it. Breakfast consisted of a protein shake delivered in a metal cup with a twist top, and bendy straw… AKA fancy shit, right? Not, but I was starving anyways and decided to begin sucking at the top of the straw despite not really being in the mood to eat.
Now the flavor of what I was given for sustenance was somewhat bitter, being comprised of a thick yet oily texture. Apparently it was good for me, but the fact that I wasn't allowed to eat or drink anything else left me without a choice as to what I ingested.
I did so while laying on my front, glaring down at my pillow as Lydia shuffled about and gathered my dirty laundry without greeting me. She could likely sense that I wasn't in the mood, which was good seeing as it would prevent her from being snapped at.
Assclowns, the freaking lot of them! All the shit they put me through in the name of science, of curing my disease and they couldn't even grant me a little freedom from time to time! Honestly it was infuriating to the point of making my fists clench with the need to hit something, denting the metal container I was currently holding, which echoed softly in the otherwise quiet room. I was the only one that noticed thankfully, otherwise I'd probably get sedated for being unruly again.
Maybe I should just be thankful that a move was all that was in order? Rather than the other horrors I was forced to endure on a regular basis while trapped in this hellhole.
A shudder traveled up my back as I laid there, remembering all the needles and other… unsavory implements used to probe my body. Thinking about those sessions made me feel an unsettling chill settle in my chest, forcing me to close my eyes and will the images away.
Yeah… maybe being moved wasn't so bad after all… even if I still couldn't see the outside world.
Hours passed by so quickly and before I knew it, I'd been strapped down to a medical stretcher and loaded into a transport trailer which departed from the facility relatively quickly. All I had to keep my company inside was one of the other doctors whom I didn't care to remember, and an armed guard who seemed more interested in inspecting the rifle he held against his chest than anything else.
I didn't even know where I was going, nor did I know where we'd even started this journey. The only certainty that existed within me was the simple fact that I was in for the long hall, and probably going to a place where I wouldn't be any better off.
Staring at the ceiling while the trailer was jostled and pitched upwards was the only pastime I could take part in. Neither the resident know it all, or the GI Joe wannabee would even acknowledge me if I spoke, which left me to my own thoughts for the most part.
Wouldn't have been too bad either, if I wasn't prone to boredom relatively easily. A few hours had already passed with barely a peep from anyone, and that was starting to take a toll on me. All the holy entities in existence were probably well aware that I couldn't keep my mouth shut for the life of me!
Even when it was probably for the best that I kept my trap shut.
Hence why after another minute or two, I turned and pinned the other resident egg head with a bored expression. "You know… you egg heads could've at least brought a computer or something that I could watch movies on? I'm dying of boredom over here."
That got a reaction, my sudden inquiry prompting bright green eyes to met my own from upon a weathered, wrinkly face. "Excuse me?" He murmured, like he hadn't heard me, which given his advanced age and graying hair was a distinct possibility.
Teeth gritting in response, my eyes narrowed as I practically growled in frustration. "I've been locked up in this mother fucking bus for how many hours now? All I've had to do is stare at the ceiling or be a straight up creep and watch you two idiots do absolutely nothing of interest! Do you know how boring that is? Very fucking boring Doctor Dipshit! Now please give me something to freaking do here! Show me videos on your phone or something! I don't even care what it is! Just save me from my freaking boredom already!"
Surprise seemed to flash through his eyes for a moment, gaze drifting over my head to pin the so far silent guard with a look that I couldn't quite decipher, before they came back down to rest on me once more. "I'm afraid I don't own a cell phone. When we arrive at the new facility I'll have the staff arrange some incentives for you."
"What kind of whack job doesn't own a cell phone? Even I know that's bullshit, and I've never even owned one because apparently I'm a diseased menace to society! And everyone knows we're not welcome in cell phone stores!"
Between one second and the next the egg head went from smiling regretfully, to scowling at me as if I'd somehow insulted him.
Oh wait, I had! Oopsie!
Smug as I was, I wasn't about to hide that either, instead choosing to smirk at him as he glared at me from his resting position. A real fucking refined position too! He even had one leg tossed over the other like a real fancy bitch! AKA a really annoyed fancy bitch!
One who almost seemed tempted to call me out for my usual bullshit, yet obviously thought better and chose to look away, perhaps after receiving some sort of signal from the wannabe stripper cop.
I couldn't be sure either, but I deflated as soon as they proceeded to ignore me. My eyes wandered back to the steel gray ceiling above, staring at nothing essentially to pass the time. Maybe the anxiety of the move and the unknown things which awaited me were rendering me temporarily braindead? For once my attempts to rile my keepers was up, I couldn't even seem to formulate any thoughts. It was as if my mind was channeling an endless dial tone, just blank and filled with nothingness.
And so time was doomed to pass in such a monotonous manner, moments ticking by without me having a way to keep track of them. Boredom was destined to continue plaguing me as a result while I desperately tried to fight it off by any means necessary; that being by popping my lips and thrumming my fingers against the stretcher, much to the chagrin of the other two sharing my space.
Boy did the egg head look especially annoyed too, his wrinkles becoming more pronounced as he frowned at me. "Clare could you please stop-!"
Before he could even get the entire sentence out a loud boom echoed, the origins of which shook the interior of the trailer like a damn earthquake was trying to uproot the entire thing. Even the stretcher which was fastened to the floor jerked, my head snapping to the side as my vision temporarily swam from the disorienting movement.
I didn't see either one of my so called companions slam into the opposite metal wall either, though I heard a sickening thunk and crack despite missing their impromptu tumble. It felt as if the world was actually spinning, which very well might have coincided with the trailer swerving. Outside the echoes of horns blaring could be heard, nearly deafening me while I attempted to pull my damn head back up from where it was halfway dangling over the edge of the stiff slab I'd been trapped on for the better part of a few hours.
Sadly, I didn't even have time to right myself fully, nor take stock of the situation because no sooner had I pulled myself up, something slammed into the metal wall directly to my left, ripping a startled shriek from me when it buckled and caved, consequently uprooting the fastenings keeping my makeshift bed in place and sending it and me crashing into the opposite wall.
I hit side first, and the entire trailer seemed to pitch in that same direction and tip all at once, sending me rolling around the inside while screaming my fucking head off. It felt like gravity was both bearing down on me and flinging me about like a rag doll, every part of my body periodically coming into contact with unforgiving steel walls more than I cared to keep track of. Pain shot through me each time, so much that I could barely even describe it, let alone keep track of which parts of me were afflicted.
Overall it was a terrifying experience, being trapped in a situation I had no control off as the trailer rolled for what felt like forever. I felt like it would never stop either, only for it to seemingly mock me by doing that just when I figured I'd be trapped in a never-ending loop of infinite torment. Truthfully, it took me by surprised when after one final jarring roll it settled on one side, and I followed suit by slamming face first into it.
And that was the last thing I recalled as well, as the world seemed to fizzle in and out of focus immediately after, my vision fading to black…
Wooo ok that was the longest thing I've written in a while and I'm not too sure whether I'm feeling confident about it or not! But either way I hope you guys like it! I'll try and have the next chapter out relatively soon if I can! Feel free to drop a review if you want! They always help me out! Until next time! :3