A/N:

Hello! I was bored and decided to write this little fanfiction just for fun. So don't expect early updates for it. Though the next chapter will be very soon put up. It is in the Transformers Prime universe instead of the movie-verse. And it is not about a fangirl. I do hope you like the Prologue, it came to me after watching the movie called Devil...though it doesn't have the devil in it.

Weak Kitten's Heart

(TFP)

Prologue-Deana

Deana walked quietly down the stairs and into her basement, not because she wanted to. Heck she'd stay upstairs and listen to music all night if she could, for she was too afraid to even look towards the basement door near the kitchen, but she had to come down here. Deana wrapped her arms tighter around the black and red cat stuffed animal she aways carried around whether it was around her house, outside, or just anywhere. The small stuffed creature though was more of a demon-like doll with ears and tail of a cat, with two button eyes and no mouth.

She'd cut it off and wrapped the small thing's bottom half of its face in strips of fabric that posed as the bandages. Deana held this little thing to her chest as she climbed down the rickedy stairs and to the dark depths of the lower half of the house.

"Mom?" Deana called. "Dad?"

There was no answer so she continued to decend the stairs with cautious frightened steps, her heart racing terribly fast. Deana dug her nails into the fabric of the tuffed animal until she thought he'd peirce skin if it were a real animal. Though she was past the age of carrying stuffed animals around or being deathly afraid of a basement...or the dark, she just could not live without carrying her handmade doll or being afraid.

"Mom? Dad?" Deana called again.

Again there was no answer which had her heart skip a beat. Her parents had gone down here hours ago when an odd sound of drilling came from beneath, only not drilling going down but drilling coming up. What was it? They all had pondered out loud, stopping in the middle of each of their own activities to ask.

Deana remembered her father had been writing a new chapter for one of his books while her mother had been happily and randomly sculpting away at some clay. Both of her parents were creative and full of imagination, not afraid of anything no matter how big or powerful, they'd just brush it off a the universe's imagination powering up again. She nodded, remembering how her mother had told her that while howing her a charcoal drawing of a real live newborn's face asleep. It'd been so real and cute it looked exactly like a photograph of one, Deana remembered.

She felt as cobwebs brushed over her bare arm and clung to her, it didn't bother her she loved spiders. Poisonous spiders or not, all spiders had a happy friendly place in her life and she never resorted to killing them. Deana though brushed these delicate dusty webs off her arm and picked up the pace in walking.

"Mom? Dad?" she called.

Once at the bottom Deana flipped the switch and froze, before her was something she'd never seen before nor did she want to see ever in her life. Hanging from the ceiling in caccoons of large cobwebs were her parents, they were upside down and had wide eyes stareing off blindly into space. Her mother's skin as well as her father's were deathly pale and each had crimson red liquid leaking from their mouths and from somewhere in their caccons where the real injuries were. Deana felt her feet take a step back but not from her telling them to.

"Oooh goodie the young human has come."

Just then the young girl felt as her back rubbed againt warm metal very soon after she heard that sentence. Deana spun around as fast as she could to see what was behind her only to fall backwards onto her butt when she spotted what was behind her.

It was a tall humanoid metal being with folded up spider legs portraiding from its back, it had glowing purple eyes and had fangs sticking from it's mouth; Deana swallowed, feeling for the first time fright to something that was or was like a sspider. The humanoid spider was too tall for the basement so it stayed crouched like a Hopping Spider ready to leap out of danger or toward an easy meal if not on its web. Deana opened her mouth to scream but nothing came out not even a squeak.

"Awe, don't worry I won't hurt you little one." she said to Deana, looking closer at the frightened girl. "I just need somewhere to stay since my ship is destroyed."

Deana held tighter onto her stuffed animal, hoping if he did so that'd she'd wake up from this horrible horrible dream she had found herself in. The robotic humanoid spider continued speaking. "I'm also looking for subjects for my little project."

She slowly half walked alf crawled in her crouching position around Deana. "I like to study endangered species maby getting a kick out of doing expirements on them."

A whimper escaped Deana's throat as her fear heightened as well as her sorrow at the sight of her parents. What was going to happen to her? Deana's eyes stung andd tears began to dribble down her soft cheeks. Why did thi thing kill her parents? What was it? Looking up Deana saw a dark smirk curl the metallic lips of said being.

"Of course the species isn't endangered until I get there." she said, still cirling Deana. "This will be a lovely place to stay, having a family of humans in it after all."

"P-Please don't hurt me." Deana choked out eventually.

What came as a reply was a nice evilish laugh. "I wouldn't think to." then she moved her face close to Deana. "Not unless you make this game fun, unlike your creaters...or parents as humans call them."

"F-fun?" Deana asked.

"Run."

"WHat?"

"Run, give me a challenge. Run."

Without hesitation even if it was just a game, Deana ran, she ran for her life. She first ran up the basement stairs, to her room, grabbed her cell phone and hopped out the window. Outside it was cloudy and dark with the promise of rain thick in the air, Deana ignored this fact and ran straight into the pitch black forest that surrounded her house. How was she supposed to get away? That thing, whatever or whoever it was could catch her in a nanosecond. Deana held her stuffed animal in one hand and her black cell phone in the other, though he had no idea what to do with the two objects she carried.

Was she supposed to call for help? Was she supposed to stop and give up, holding her precious prized posession? Deana hook her head at both of those thoughts, both had the same ending anyway...death.

"Oh little human, I said I wanted a challenge."

"My name's Deana! Not human!" Deana shouted.

Though the girl emmediatly clamped her mouth shut and covered it with her hand. "Well Deana you're making this game fun, this game of chase."

Deana woke up screaming her lungs out but that's when she found herself in a bed and not running. A bed of bright pink and purple sheets and blankets, covered with large stuffed animals with big innocent brightly colored eye. She pushed those stuffed animals away and put her stuffed cat under her chin while brushing it pat her heart. That dream. That same dream happened again, beginning with her walking down stairs and ending with her running for her life in a game of chase. Deana bit her bottom lip.

"That wasn't a dream, it was a memory," Deana murmured. "But how did I get away?"

A/N:

How's that for a Transformers Prime fanfic? I dunno why I just wrote it, but I did! Ha Ha! Can anyone guess who that Cybertronian is? Because said spider like Cybertronian from the TFP show is important and will be/is the reason for how Deana now acts...she is Jack's age by the way if you didn't know...Please review. Tell me what you thought of it and if I should continue.