A/N: Okay! This is my first Transformers fic! Okay, disclaimer : X=mine, Archie=mine... anyone else, nope. Hope you enjoy! Please review!

"He's escaping!"

Run, run, quickly he had to get away. His bare feet felt numb against the cold cement floor but he dared not stop. Up, go up; he needed to find a way up. He clambered up the stairs, stumbling over the steep steps before making his way into an empty corridor.

Alarms blared overhead; he needed to find a way out. His chest was throbbing as each breath he took was filled with pain. He could hear footsteps running steadily towards him; he needed to get away, he needed to escape.

"GET BACK HERE YOU DAMN BRAT!"

No, keep moving. He made a sharp turn around a corner and skidded to a stop when a metal wall suddenly came crashing down from the ceiling, effectively blocking his path. He stared at it in disbelief before pounding the wall with his fists, desperation and fear gripping him tightly as he heard the voices getting closer and closer.

"No, no, no, no… Please…" He sobbed brokenly; tears flowing freely down his dirtied face. He placed his bare hand upon the smooth metal surface; pleading, praying, begging for it to work.

Small delicate blue tendrils of electricity flowed from fingertips as they made contact with the cold wall. He willed it to open. The mechanism clicked and he quickly crawled through the small allowance that opened underneath. He watched as the wall slid closed shut behind him with a deep thud before continuing with his escape. He was able to stall for more time.

He felt the hallways becoming colder and he shivered, trying to pull his tattered lab clothes around his body as best as he could to ward off the cold. He came upon two large double doors and carefully took a peek inside.

There were people… so many people. Soldiers, suits and worse… scientists… His breath hitched, heart pumping loud in his ears as he watched them move about the large hanger. There was no way he could find a way through all those people. But he couldn't give up now, not when freedom felt so close.

Gathering his strength, he sneaked in; opening the door just small enough to let him through, he swiftly hid behind a stack of crates. Using the shadows as cover, metallic blue eyes scanned their surroundings for a way out.

"Sir! We have a situation."

"What is it now?"

"Experiment X has escaped—"

"—What?! He's just a little kid. How can five grown men lose a scrawny eight year old kid?!"

"Sir, we—"

"Nevermind. Just find him! Or else Simmon's will have our hide!"

"Yes, sir. Right away!"

"Idiots, the lot of them!"

Careful, he needed to be careful. Sneaking past the group of guards, he made sure to stick closely to the shadows. Crouching to hide behind a control panel, his childish mind couldn't help but wonder what the blinking buttons were for. He ducked his head down seeing three people in suits arguing with each other as they approached.

"Great, just great, now what will we do with the brat?!"

"Hey! Shut it! It's your fault we lost him in the first place!"

"Well, sorry. I didn't know the little freak could go through walls!"

"Hey, guys, cool down before you melt the ice."

"At least NBE-1, here, is more of use than any of you and he's just big Popsicle. Now, go find the kid!"

"Y-YES, SIR."

He watched as the men grumbled, before going their separate ways. He needed to get out of here, fast. Looking up, he froze… Two bright crimson orbs peered down at him from above. He couldn't move, those eyes… no, optics, holding him in place. He whimpered, body shaking violently as he stared up into those evil red eyes. The huge thing was calling him, beckoning him to do…it was bad, this thing was very bad.

"THERE YOU ARE YOU LITTLE RUNT!" Something had grabbed unto his hair. Pulling the long black locks up, the little boy screamed. He struggled, punching, kicking, and biting his attacker.

"Let me go! Let me go! AHHH!" He shrieked, clawing at his captor's face.

"YOU LITTLE BASTARD!"

"Don't hurt him! We still need to run some tests!"

"Grab the anaesthetics!"

"NO! NO NEEDLES!" He kicked the bully in the gut and he was able to get free.

"GRAB HIM!"

He ran, hurry, hurry! Desperately, he searched for a way out; spotting a door nearby, he dodged the hands that tried to grab him before barrelling himself towards it. The double doors miraculously slid open, closing quickly once the small child was in.

He took a moment to catch his breath, chest aching painfully as he flinched at the pounding and shouting voices coming from outside. Metallic blue eyes looked around and he noticed he was in an elevator. Yes! Up, he needed to go up. He clicked the top most button; feeling the box start to move. He was almost there… The light's suddenly went out and the lift stopped its ascent. He was trapped.

He growled, so close. He angrily punched the metal doors, yelping when he got a terrible shock… Wait… All technology was his to control. Closing his eyes, he placed his bare hand on the shiny metal surface. Feeling his power surge as blue veins of electricity travelled through the small box. The lights flickered on, and the elevator started move once again.

He opened his eyes, cringing at the bright light that shined brightly through the open metal doors. He stared, amazed… The world was so bright and colourful, it hurt. He took a cautious step forward. Bare feet testing the heavily heated cement, the sun shined fiercely down from above and he couldn't help but take a deep breath in; he couldn't believe it, he was finally outside…

"Alright, everyone! Everyone! Gather around please, so you all can hear me! Now, Hoover Dam, once known as Boulder Dam was constructed between 1931 and 1936 during the Great Depression…"

So many people… Metallic blue eyes darted around, afraid. Did he escape one hell just to enter another? He turned around, to see the elevator had disappeared, leaving only smooth concrete. He whimpered, shuddering as he looked up at all the unfamiliar faces.

"Hey, there." Jumping, he spun around to see a stranger smiling down at him. "What are you doing alone all the way out here?" He backed away, shuddering in fear. Tears started to well-up in his eyes as he sniffled. He wiped them away angrily; he was a big boy and big boys never cry.

"Hey, hey, come on, don't cry." The man reached out to him and he flinched back expecting to be hit but the blow never came. Instead he patted his head gently, soothing his aching scalp. The man frowned, looking the child over; noticing the lack of shoes and tattered clothing. "So… where are your parents?"

The boy looked up at him with confused eyes. Tilting his side to the side curiously, the stranger couldn't help but smile at such an adorable face. He crouched down, staring deeply into those strangely bright blue eyes.

"Don't know where they are, huh? Well, don't worry; I'll take care of you." He ruffled his hair playfully, laughing when the boy gave him an annoyed glare. "I think you forgot your shoes at home. C'mon."

The little boy stiffened when the stranger scooped him up. Instead of suffocating him like he expected him to, he just held him close. Propping the kid to his side, he frowned when he felt lighter than he had anticipated. He'll have a nice chat with the boy's parent's once he found them.

"So, what's your name kid?"

"…X." He spoke it in such a soft whisper that he almost didn't catch it.

"X? Is that a nickname or something?" The little kid in his arms just shrugged. It was amusing to watch him look around the place in such overwhelming awe; he almost dropped him with all the twisting and twirling around he was doing. Kid must really love Dams.

"Okay, little guy. My names Archie… Short for Archibald Witwicky II. Feel lucky you don't have a name as lame as mine."

A/N: Yeah... so please, review! They feed my characters that's why they're so skinny... Sorry, Little x! You'll see Sammy and the others in later chapters. I've set a minimum number of reviews to reach before I post the next chapter, and I hope to hear from you soon. REVIEW! REVIEW! REVIEW!