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Disclaimer: I do not own anything of Transformers, Transformers belong to rightful creators, owners, and Hasbro. I only own my OC's, and the plot line for this story.

Also i'm warning you now that some Characters might be OOC due the fact it's been a while, since I last seen any of the Transformers Prime episodes. Also I know for a fact sometimes my spelling can be terrible or my grammer can be really bad. Like I said in my profile, no one is perfect, and I am trying my best even though, i'm not that good of a writer. I also don't always catch my spelling mistakes even with a spell check. I am trying, so please be respectful and polite. That's all I ask of my readers.

The story is rated M. Only because I want to be super careful due to, strong language, gore, blood, and cartoon violence.

Summary: A nineteen year old arrives in Jasper Navada, he has a violent, blood stained past, holding dangerous secrets, and he's slowly slipping into insanity because it. What happens when he gets involed with the Autobots and Decepticons? Secrets will be revealed, and what happens when his secrets come into the light after years of being in the shadows? Who can be trusted?

Anyways I hope you guys will like the story. So please read and review.


In the dark of the night, with a full moon shining over head, to give some light within the darkness. It's pale moon light reveals the thick forest, located somewhere deep with in the mountains of Vermont. In the clearing one could see that there is a small pound, it's water glittering from the pale moon light, as the wind brushes softly across the water making it ripple. The light cool breeze also rustles through the tree leaves of the surrounding trees. There is also fairly large house with a gurage near by. However on this night, the sounds of gun fire goes off flow by the sounds of screams. Had someone been standing outside, one could see the flashes from the gunfire going on from the windows of this house.

Inside a tall figure, dressed from head to toe in black silently moves towards a badly injured man who is crawling on the ground in a hallway. Through the windows the moon light gives the hallway a haunting glow as the tall figure dressed in black reveals to be that of a young man, who steps into the moon light. He is holding a long Japanese sword known as a katana. The sword is stained in thick crimson red blood as the blood slowly drips to the floor as it oozes slowly off the blade of the sword. The injured man has tears running down his face, as his eyes are wide with fear, and horror as stares at the young man before him.

The young man's eyes appeared to be dark golden brown color behind a black porcelain mask of a dragon with dark crimson red desighns on the mask. The figure had a torn black hooded robe over his clothes completely hiding what he truly looked like. Black gloves hiding his hands, not a patch of skin was revealed on this figure dressed from head to toe in black. It was clear that the man before him was young, due to his deep tennor like voice, and the fact he was much more flexible then that of a normal adult.

"Please I beg of you, don't kill me...Please!"The injured man begged for his life as he reaches the dead end of the hallway while he leans against the wall. Blood flowing down from the corners of his mouth, his side slashed open as blood freely oozes from the wound over the man's hand staining it in thick blood, as he tries to keep pressure on his wound to keep himself from bleeding out to death. The injured man appeared to be his late forty's to early fifty's. His green eyes showing his fear as he stares at his attacker.

"You have information my boss wants...besides his money. Tell me where it is, and I will spare your life...you have already lost your men, your wife, and your two children." A cold unremorseful, and deadly sounding voice came from the young man, as he pointed his sword at the injured adult.

"I swear...I don't have it here...I need more time...Please." The man begged as he looked terrified and even panic stricken.

"No more chances...old man...you already had more then enough time." The young man said coldly.

"Please I don't want to die! I'll pay you double...no triple what your already being paid...just let me live, please!" the man begged as he satred fearfully as he slowly pushes himself up against the wall to stand.

"Tempting offer, anyone would be eager to accept an offer like that..." He said slowly making the man smile as hope appeared in his green eyes. The young man's eyes then narrowed coldly behind his mask. "However my loyalities remains only with my boss. Your usefulness has ended...Join your wife, kids and your men in hell!"

"NOOOOO!" The man screamed as the young man raised his blood stained sword. The sword's blabe catching the pale moon light, making the silver blade of the sword, appear to be glowing an ominous red color, due to the blood that was already on the blade. "PLEASE! I BEG OF YOU, DON'T DO THIS, PLEASE! I'LL DO ANYTHING!"

Outside the moon slowly disappears behind the dark clouds of the night sky, slowly plunging the hallway into total darkness just as the sword was swung. "AAAAUUUUUGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" A man's last dying scream was heared echoing through the house. Outside the moon slowly reappears from the cloud cover allowing the hallway to be bathed in it's pale moonlight from the windows once more. Fresh blood was splattered across the wall as a headless body then slumped to the ground with a thud. The headless body spraying out blood, causing a ppol of blood to form, just as the man's head hits the floor a few inches away from its body with a sicken flop, before it rolled ever so slightly. The man's face was now frozen forever in a fearful exspression. An exspression of pure terror, and horror, as a lifeless glaze could been seen from the man's once green eyes, that were only seconds ago filled with life.

The young man then flicks his sword, splattering blood across the wall and floor, before he then calmly whipes the remaining blood off his sword. The young man is silent before, he then quickly shealths the sword's blade once more. He then slowly turns, and walks towards the study in absoult silence. He pushes the double doors open, and approaches a desk finding the files that his boss wanted sitting out in the open, which made his job easy for once, he then notices a brief case sitting beside the desk on the floor.

Using caution he grabs the briefcase, and carefully places down onto the desk. He then very carefully opens it, incase if it had been rigged to exsplode. After opening it he finds neatly stacked, and unwrapped bills of money within the case. It was exactly where the money would be found, and located, just like his boss said where it would be. The young man quickly closes the briefcase with a quick snap, and grabs the files. He then silently turns, and leaves down the hallway.

A gurgling sound makes him turn too see a man inching across the ground towards a fallen gun, the man is covered in his own blood. The young man snarls as he approaches the still alive, henchman. The henchman slowly looks up, only too see a black boot heading straight for his face. It's the last thing he will ever see again. There is a sicken crunch before the young man then calmy sets the briefcase and case files down. Just so he can sets up some exsposives, to cover up his tracks, and even that of the murders he commited.

Outside a military looking helicopter arrives as it lands a few feet from the house, as a small group of armed men leave the chopper if an attack was to happen. The armed men almost all appeared to be dressed in what appeared to be military uniforms. They wait outside just as a young man steps out the front doors. "Do you have the files and my money?" A man asks as he approaches, fully dressed in a military uniform. Grey hair cut in a military fashion, his face covered in scars. The young man knows exactly who he is, considering the fact he was his boss as well as the boss of the armed men that had came out of the helicopter.

"Right here...Master Silas." The young man said holdng up the briefcase and case files.

"Good job rookie...their might be hope for you yet." Silas said grinning as he takes the files and brief case from him. They slowly then approached the helicopter. Once they are all inside the chopper it takes to the air just as the house exsplodes in a big fire ball. "You sure do enjoy exsplosives don't you rookie?" Silas asks glancing at the young man.

The young man says nothing as he sits there in silence. His dark amber gold color eyes holding no emotions at all as they appear lifeless. However on the inside he is screaming in horror, and in guilt, for the sins he has commited over the years. He briefly closes his eyes, in hopes to get his emotions in check. Under his robes he has open bleeding wounds from the bullets that had struck him. Over the years, he had built up a high tolerance to pain, and he was not overly concerned about his wounds...he had delt with far worse injuries in his life time.


"Hey kid wake up!" A gruffy voice yells making a nineteen year old, wake with a start. A pair of dark golden amber color eyes blink in confusion as he looks at the taxi driver that was kind enough to give him a lift to Jasper Navada.

"Huh? What?" The teenager asked in confusion as he tries to force himself to wake up.

"You okay kid? You been out like a light for a while now, and you look like you seen a ghost or something." The man asks as he stares at the teenage who been sleeping in the back of his taxi from his rear view mirror.

The teenager had dark red hair that almost appeared black in color but in the sunlight it clearly shows his hair is actually a very dark red color. His hair was long since it reached slightly below his shoulder blades. The teenager appeared to be a Caucasian, his height was roughly six foot three in height, and he had a healthy athletic looking appearance. He was wearing a dark blue jean jacket over a white shirt, black jeans and black boots. A large duffle bag sat beside him. The man appeared to had three small gold hoop earrings in each of his ears. A small tattoo of a firey black dragon that was in a spiral could be seen on the left side of his neck. A long pale scar across his throat could be seen as well if you looked carefully.

"Yeah I'm fine...really." The young man in a deep tennor like voice answered reluctantly.

"Well kid, were almost too this location you gave me...you gonna be okay kid?" the driver asked in concern

"Yeah...i'm fine...just a bad memory." The teenager said as he glanced out the window. "Never thought I would be back here again..."

"Been here before I take it?" The taxi driver asked.

"Once...let's just say this place doesn't exactly bring back happy or good memories...for me, and let's just go with that." The teenager said slowly as he carefully chose his words. The taxi reached the outskirts of Jasper and pulled up to an old look house that appeared to have seen better days. In all honesty the house looked ready to collapse in on its self. Vines were growing all over the sides of the building and a few windows appeared to be cracked. There seemed to be what looked to be a gurage around back of the house as well that appeared to have seen better days as well.

"You sure this is the place kid?" The taxi driver asked as they came to complete stop as he turned to look at the young man before him.

"Yeah...I haven't been here in years, and it just needs to be fixed up a bit...no big deal." The teenager said as he undid his seat belt and got out of the taxi as he then unloaded his bags from the Taxi.

"Got to say kid...the place is a dump...you sure you want to be here? I'll be more then happy to drop ya off at a hotel or something." the taxi driver asked in concern.

"I'm sure...how much do I owe you?" The teenager asked not wanting to talk anymore to this man.

"That will be four hundred and twenty seven dollars." The taxi driver said looking at the device that read out the distance and cost for the trip.

"Keep the change." The teenager said dropping a large wad of cash into the taxi driver's hand.

"Thank you sir...hey kid what's your name by any chance?" The taxi driver asked once the teenager had all his bags out of his taxi.

The teenager looked at him, and gave him a small smile. "It's Nicodemus Winters. Nick for short." The teenager answered honestly. It had been a while since he had used his real biological name. It felt kind of strange using it once more.

"Well Nicodemus Winters...I wish you luck, kid." The taxi driver said before he looked at how run down the house was. "A lot of luck...you'll need it." He added before he started up his taxi and drove leaving Nick standing there with his belongings. Nick sighed once the taxi was out of sight.

"Yeah...luck..." Nick said softly as he turns to look at the run down house with a haunted look in his eyes that held a deadly gleam in them, besides a hint of insanity in them if one looked carefully within his eyes.


To Be Continued...