Transformers Humanized

im not gonna tell you how or why the transformers were humanized ok

nightshade belongs to me

Psywave belongs to me.

Ravage, Rumble, Soundwave, and Flamewar belong to Hasbro and related companies.

Psywave twisted a strand of her hair between her fingers as she nervously peeked out from where she was hiding in the alleyway. Everything looked safe, but what if those scary humans came back? What if they tried to pin her down and haul her back to that testing facility? She shuddered in horror; she never wanted to go back, ever. She didn't want to go back to the place where so many bad things happened. She peeked out again and gulped before nervously stalking forward from behind the dumpster.
She had ran for 10 minutes straight, dodging through the throng of people as the men in the black suits chased her, shooting at her and causing everyone else to scream in terror. Some had even tried to grab her and hand her over; she had defended herself and felt horrible; human blood was not a pleasant feeling to have on her hands, especially since she had never killed anything in her life…at least, not that she could remember. It had been murder to get past everyone and find somewhere to hide...and kill the mech that had followed her down the alleyway.
She glanced at the body, gulping as she watched the flies hover over it in the heat of the day. She touched her cheek slightly, feeling the bruise that had come from fighting with the man. He was twice her size and she was happy that she had her daggers with her, otherwise she might have been captured and on her way back to the facility.
She fingered the black shirt she was now wearing, having stripped the man down and thrown his clothes overtop of her own. Even in the intense heat of the Arizona summer, she would rather walk around in the black suit of the men that were hunting her down than be caught in the clothing that she had underneath. She glanced back one last time at the man, the pool of blood that had spread out around him from the slit in his stomach and throat, and the stillness and terror etched into his face forever. She swallowed once before she stepped out and walked out into the world of the humans.
Her disguise was simple; a black suit with black pants, red sunglasses and a black wig to cover her mismatched hair-do. She seemed normal, apart from wearing black on the hottest day in the summer, but underneath the disguise, she wasn't'. Her pasty white skin made her look sick, and made all the bruises on her body be that much more apparent. At least most of them were now an ugly yellow rather than the dark purple that new ones were. Her eyes, which were hidden behind the sunglasses, were pinkish-red, making her appear to be albino, but she needed no additional assistance to see anything. Her hair was jet black, with red ending near her face, while the spikes at the back of her head ended in dark purple. It was short and spiky, the style referred to as "pixie-cut" by the humans.
Several people looked at her strangely, but she kept her head down, trying to go unnoticed by the population. She flinched every time someone touched her, expecting some form of beating to occur. Too many injuries by the others of their species left her untrusting of them and apprehensive. She kept forcing her legs to keep moving, mumbling an apology every time she bumped into someone, even though most of the time it was they who walked into her.
She had plenty of time to think as she walked easily along the street. How long had it been since she had escaped from the testing facility? A week? A month? Three months? How long had it been since she had seen any of the others faces? Had any of them managed to escape? Was she the lone survivor? Had their attempts to get away been in vain? Had the femme that had escaped with her, only to get shot before they reached the safety point beyond the border, died in vain? Had every little detail that they had all planned out been done for nothing? What about her pushy cellmate? Had she escaped? What about the mechs that had tried to help her control herself? Were they safe? Or…had they been killed too…without ever reaching the safety of the world?
She bumped into a large man, yipping in shock before she recoiled. "Watch where you're going, you freak!" The man snarled, giving her a small shove.
"S-s-sorry!" She squeaked, stumbling backwards and staring up at the towering man in horror. "I d-d-didn't mean to!" She added before she quickly side-stepped the man. "It won't happen again!" She whimpered before she took off running. People parted aside as she raced past, her legs pumping to carry her away from the man that would no doubt beat her senseless. She only saw blurs as she ran, whimpering slightly as people tried to grab her as she flew by. She didn't want to be caught; she didn't want to go back. Not back to the wires invading her internals, electricity ripping through her, blood taken in copious amounts for tests, tests run on her physical state, and CT scans taken to see how her mind was any different from the others. How many times had she screamed to the world and their creator to just make her normal? She could remember screaming for them to stop, to leave her alone, to just let her die. Her throat was still raw from all the screaming she had done.
She slowed down as she reached a sub-urban neighborhood. She was panting, sweating, and her muscles were on fire from the exertion. She must have easily covered a distance of two miles, not incredibly far, but she wasn't used to running that hard or that fast for such a long time; usually it was only for a few minutes of wide expansions at night where she didn't want to get caught out in the open.
She glanced around her, taking in the little houses with the neat hedges, well kept front lawns and couldn't help but feel out of place. This was a normal neighbourhood, not somewhere were a freak of nature like her belonged. She looked down at her hands, and shuddered slightly as she took in their blood covered state. How her nails had continued to grow so long was beyond her; she had been constantly breaking them on the way down here from wherever the facility had been.
She frowned slightly as she regarded the fleshy hands before her. How long ago had it been that the hand been black with red fingers and metallic on top of that? Everything was so different now, she couldn't remember what it had been like before.
All she remembered was a pair of strong arms holding onto her as she giggled and tried to walk on wobbly legs. She could hear a soft chuckle as the arms scooped her up, cradling her against a broad chest, stroking her head and nuzzling her stomach. She could also remember trying to get a grey coloured youngling to play with her, bunting him playfully and falling on his lap. She could remember a huge metallic cat licking her in a loving way, two huge birds staring down at her intently before snapping up and seeming to scan the surrounding area for danger. There was a bat looking at her and pulling faces, making her giggle, and two other males that were happy to goof off to make her laugh.
She could only remember those brief moments of happiness before everything faded away. Everything beyond her first few years were blurred and gone, almost like someone had deleted them from her memory. She shivered angrily at the thought as she continued to walk down the sidewalk, jamming her hands into her pockets to hide her blood-stained hands. She could feel the blade of her dagger against her leg, hidden underneath the leg of her pants; reminding her of the lives that she had to take to get this far.
"Oomph!" She squeaked as she walked into someone. "Sorry!" She added as she backed away.
She stared up into the face of the enormous man that she had walked into. His eyes were hidden behind a huge set of red wrap-around sunglasses and a high necked shirt that hid his mouth from view. His skin was pale, brighter than her own, with dark black hair. He was wearing a long, blue coat that reached down to his knees, where a dark blue pair of boots closed the distance. He had his arms folded neatly behind his back and appeared to be scrutinizing her.
The other man walking with him was slightly shorter, with a green wrap-around set of sunglasses, and a high necked grey shirt that covered his mouth as well. His skin was ashen, while his hair was black and shaggy, hanging slightly in his face. He was wearing a grey and black trench coat, with a pair of black boots and appeared to be scrutinizing her as well.
"I'm really sorry." She murmured as she tried to walk around them. "I should have been watching better."
The two men watched her as she continued to walk around them, keeping her head low and focused on the ground. Just as she got past them, a squeal of tires caught her attention. All three of them stiffened as they turned to look behind them. Before she could stop herself, she screamed as a large black car with flags on the hood came careening around the corner. She turned around and bolted down the road, the two men right behind her. There were several gunshots, shrieking past her face and causing her to scream again.
"I don't care!" One of the men snarled. "Tell him to get his tail down here!"
She didn't bother looking behind her as she continued to run. "No, no, no, no, no!" She moaned, her legs already on fire.
She heard a grunt from behind her before something connected with her waist. With a scream, she fell forward, smashing into the pavement and knocking the wind out of her. Whatever was on top of her was heavy and she tried to wiggle weakly out from under it. Everything hurt, mostly her chest, which had taken the full weight of her landing.
"Got her!" Someone shouted above her.
"Get her back to the car." Another ordered, the voice cold and hard.
"Try to catch those other men. They must have something to hide." Someone added.
She was hauled to her feet, stumbling along as she was shoved towards the car. "No." She moaned as she tried to struggle free. "Please."
"Shut her up!" Someone snarled before she felt someone punch her in the stomach again.
She wheezed and coughed as the air was knocked out of her lungs. She was shoved forward roughly, the men snarling as she stumbled along. As her panic began to rise, her hands began to prickly like they were warming up after being left in a freezer for several minutes.
"Keep an eye on her; you saw what she did to Johansson's body." Someone whispered.
She looked up and saw the car looming ahead of her. There wasn't anyone inside of it and she swallowed nervously before she focused on it. She began to clench her fists together and she heard the sound of screaming metal. She watched as the car began to twist around on itself and began to compress. The metal began to scream again before it was a twisted husk on the ground, looking like it was a lump of modeling clay that some child had squashed together.
The men shouted in shock giving, her enough time to wiggle away and run. She was going back the way she had came when some big and black leapt out from behind a hedge. She skidded to a halt as she watched it run towards her and her eyes opened in shock. It was a huge panther, easily reaching her midsection, with claws that looked like it could shred through steel, and jaws that could have easily crushed her skull with only a tiny fraction of its full power.
It flew by her, ignoring her existence entirely and instead lunging for one of the men that were giving chase. She whipped around and watched as it leapt onto the front man, easily tearing his throat out. She watched as it leapt over to the next man, ripping his throat out and ripping his chest wide open with a few swipes of its claws. Blood was pooling across the road as the panther easily leapt off and stalked away from the remaining three men. They had guns out, pointing them at the sleek wild cat and shouting angrily.
She glanced around and saw a large rock sitting on the side of the road. She went to go reach for it when it started glowing pinky-red and floated up. She gulped as she turned back to the men, all of them still pointing their guns at the panther. She threw her arm out, praying that it hit the right target. It struck one of the men in the back of the head with a sickening crack and he fell to the ground, the rock embedded into his skull and blood pooling around him.
The two remaining men turned on her, and pointed their guns at her. Her eyes widened in horror before she tried to scramble to her feet. There was a gun shot and she felt it pierce she shoulder, ripping through the muscle, exiting through the other side and spraying blood out behind her. She screamed, grabbing her shoulder as she fell to the ground; it didn't hurt as much as getting 100 volts pumped through her body, but it was still there and making sure she remembered that. She looked up as the men moved forward, forgetting about the panther and focusing on her.
The panther roared, charging forward and leaping into the air to land onto the back of one of the men, plunging its jaws into his skull and crushing it between his canines. She watched as they went down in a heap and turned on the other man. She lifted her hand up and gave it a small twist to the right; his neck snapped at the same moment and he fell to the ground as blood bubbled past his lips. The panther let out a soft snarl as it turned towards her, eyeing her nervously as it walked forward.
"Hey." She whispered as she slumped to the ground as the pain in her arm swelled to an unbelievable level. "I owe you one."
The panther sniffed at her, its large red eyes locking with hers through her sunglasses. It tilted its head before it easily swatted them off, sending them skidding across the pavement. She winced slightly as she stared up at the panther, watching its eyes widen before it leapt over her and swatted the sunglasses back, tucking them into her hands. It grabbed the back of her shirt and started dragging her away. She whimpered slightly and struggled, only to feel a paw touch her side and a sand-paper tongue run along her cheek, almost as if it was trying to reassure her.
She heard pounding footsteps racing towards them and tensed; were there more men from the facility coming? She heard a gasp, small and surprised, but loud enough for her to hear. She glanced up and met the red wrap-around visor of a young male, not much older than herself. His mouth was open and flapping in surprise as he stared down at her.
"Dad!" He shouted over his shoulder. "Ravage's trying to bring home a hostage!"
"Rav..age?" She whispered looking at the panther as it took a protective stance over her. It purred before it rubbed her cheek with its own. "Do…I know you?"
"Dad! He's acting really weird!" The young man stated as another figure joined them. "He just was dragging her down the road and…."
"That's enough, Rumble." The new man stated, resting a gloved hand on the younger man's shoulder, his voice in a menacing monotone. "Ravage is protecting her for a reason."
She whimpered as she felt her shoulder touched, recoiling as fire laced through her. Ravage growled slightly as she bumped against his leg in an attempt to get away. The man sighed as he gently pulled her out from under Ravage's body. She looked up fearfully, meeting the wrap-around visor from the man that she had ran into. He touched her cheek before he nodded and went to pick her up, when another gun shot flew past them.
She screamed as Ravage spun around, accidentally swiping her arm with his claws as he turned on the attackers. The man touched her arm again as he stood up, producing a large gun from under his coat, before he motioned to someone behind him. "Get her out of here and back to the house." He ordered.
"Yes, sir." A deep voice replied.
The man in grey and black from earlier bent down and easily picked her up. She hissed in pain as her arm exploded with fire. She glanced up at the man and frowned as she moved closer to him; her vision was starting to swim in front of her, but she was sure she knew who he was.
"Nightshade?" She whispered.
"Yes…," he looked at her for a moment before she felt her mind being gently poked, "Psywave." He added gently.
She smiled weakly as she leant her head against his chest and felt him turn and run off. The movement of his body slowly began to lull her to sleep, the sounds of gunshots slowly fading away. She groaned as she sat up and gave her head a shake. There was a dull, aching pain in her right shoulder, mostly likely the after affect of the bullet wound. She reached over to the injured shoulder, massaging it in hopes of getting rid of the pain. She glanced at it and frowned; there was a weird, white strip of cloth wrapped tightly around it, slightly stained with blood. She gave it a small poke before she shrugged and glanced around her.
The room was incredibly dark and it was difficult to even see the end of the bed. She could make out the faint outline of the bed she was lying on, although she had no recollection of ever lying down. There was a large shape on the ground not far away, but she paid it no mind; probably a pile of clothing. She glanced at her skin and almost giggled; it appeared to glow in the darkness.
She heard a soft grunt beside her and she glanced at the shape on the ground. A pair of glowing red eyes stared up at her, before there was a flash of deadly white fangs as the creature yawned. It stood up and appeared to stretch before it padded over to her, its footsteps not making so much as floorboard creak. She blinked several times before it reached the edge of the bed and rubbing its head against her hand.
"Ravage?" She asked quietly.
He purred softly before it easily leapt over her and onto her other side to lie down. He rubbed his head happily into her side, purring and licking her other arm. She giggled as she rubbed his head, scratching under his jaw like she would any other cat. His purring deepened before he pulled his head away and looked directly into her eyes. He sat up so that their faces were directly in line with each other and he growled slightly. She backed up, eyeing him nervously before she felt his paw wrap around her arm and pulled her back. He tilted his head slightly before sighing; wait, he just sighed? Cats couldn't sigh!
"What the?" She squeaked as she recoiled staring at Ravage with wide eyes.
"You really don't remember anything, do you?" He asked, cleaning his paw.
"Cats can't talk!" She squeaked.
"Very good." He replied sarcastically. "But stop thinking of me as a cat; that's just the stupid body that those idiotic humans stuck me in. I am a spy, an expert in infiltration, and I only talk when I choose to." He stated. She stared at him wide-eyed, a scream slowly working its way up her throat. He rolled his eyes before he bunted her arm. "Now you're just being pathetic." He muttered. "I'm still Ravage."
"That won't mean anything to her, Ravage." A deep voice stated. "Remember, they blocked out her memories. How she remembered who I was was simply amazing."
She looked up; she hadn't even noticed that the door to the room had opened, throwing extra light around the room. "Nightshade!"
The man nodded as he walked into the room, closing the door behind him. "How are you feeling?" He asked.
"Shaken." She replied, eyeing Ravage.
"Not surprising." Nightshade replied as he walked over to them. "Ravage was warned about talking to you before you could remember anything."
She bit her lip as she glanced at him. "Why…why did you say that my memory was blocked? I thought they had just deleted everything."
"They blocked it because they didn't know how to delete it." He replied as he sat down on the bed. "You were dangerous remembering who you were, or rather what you were. All those years of training you how to fight and control your powers were just washed down the drain."
"Training?" She asked rubbing her head in confusion.
"How do you think we taught you to control your powers?" He asked, waving his hand slightly to make something in the corner shudder. "You killed two Autobots that night we were capture and who knows how many humans before they could sedate you. Most of us only took down the humans or one of the Autobots. You got lucky that night…but your luck ran out when they transferred our entire being into these flesh bodies." He sighed.
"Is there any way to return to our real bodies?" She asked, looking at him desperately.
"We're trying to figure that out." He replied before he grunted and fell over as she lunged at him and hugged him around his chest. "Psywave!"
"I missed you so much, Nightshade." She murmured as she buried her face into his chest. "I thought I was the only one who got away; no one else had come to the check point."
"We didn't get a chance to." He replied, running his hand over her head awkwardly. "We were chased farther than we anticipated we would be. Didn't Flamewar make it out with you?" He asked, glancing down at her.
"She…she made it to the grounds." She whispered, tears welling up as the horrible memory resurfaced. "But they shot her! Not with the tranquilizers, they used real bullets!" She wailed burying her face deeper into Nightshade's side.
"It's ok, Psy," he whispered as he rubbed her back. "She's free now. Just like us."
"But she's dead!" Psywave whimpered, looking up at him with her huge innocent eyes.
"She'll never have to go back to that hell, remember that. She died trying to escape; that's freedom if you ask me." Ravage snorted darkly.
Psywave sniffled as she hugged Nightshade tighter. "I guess so." She replied before she looked up at Nightshade. "You won't leave me forever, will you, big brother?" She asked.
Nightshade looked away. "I can't promise you forever, little sister, but I will stay with you for as long as I can." He replied. Psywave nodded and relaxed; Nightshade never lied to her. She could live with "as long as he could". "You need to get more rest." He added as he gently unraveled himself from her embrace. "After, you can meet everyone else."
"Ok, Shady." She replied as she lay down. He shook his head before he stood up and left the room. Ravage curled up against her back, lifting his head to lick her cheek once before resting it on her stomach. "Good-night Ravage." She whispered as she stroked his head and drifted off.

phew 4,153 words my fingers are gonna drop off! ps Stick around for the next installment ^^