Hey there people of the earth and all who inhabit it! I know I have other stories to continue, but this plotline has been on my mind for awhile now. It's just a pilot chapter, to see if it was good or not. The scenes will get better after this, just stick with me. We'll see more characters in the later chapters, I swear. But for now, give me an early birthday present and REVIEW! I do hope you like it! The rating may go up BTW. Oh, and yeah, this is a Megatron and Annabelle pairing. I just thought it'd be neat to try a virtually unheard of pairing. If anyone knows a fic with that pairing, please tell me! :D

PPS I blame all grammar and/or spelling and/or punctuation mistakes on my metal baseball bat sitting next to me. *pets it lovingly and scolds*

Disclaimer: I don't own Transformers, Michael Bay and Hasbro do. If I did, I'd add a little more plotline to it and making the explosions even BIGGER. XD

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Day 1

Fear.

It rippled though my body in waves. Fear, and then pain. Fear, then pain. Over and over again.

I crashed through the woods, thrusting swatting branches away from me. The sharp stones and rough ground hurt my feet.

I let out a tiny sob as I fought the stabs of pain in my lung and willed my numb legs to move forward.

I could hear their voices calling after me.

"Come here little girl!" and some other curse words that easily replaces girl. I thought about my parents. I knew running away most of hurt them. but with my dad's constant job in the military and my mother's late nights at the hospital as a nurse, plus my dad's job said we were targets (I heard Dad and his tall friend talking about that), I had been forced away from the government. Of course, they'd visited my once a week and I got phone calls from them, plus I wrote letters and emails, I was still sent to foster care. And each time I was removed. I fought and threw temper tantrums, even though I'm 10 years old. And each time, the families got worse and worse. It became harder and harder to get paper and stamps and phone calls weren't allowed often, and neither were computers. I was yelled at and beaten more often. Soon I just gave up escaping. The recent 'parents' gave me the laundry room in the basement. It was totally wood with only the loud thrumming dryer, which soon became my lullaby.

It was small and damp in that room; and I only had a sleeping bag for a bed. I got a backpack for school and an old hamper for a closet.

Well, I've gotten fed up with all of that.

Now, I ran away. And paid for it.

I've been out on the streets for awhile now, with no plan whatsoever and almost zero money or food.

I did odd jobs instead, doing yard work; claiming I was at a nearby hotel and moving in soon and trying to work up some pocket money. Then after awhile, I left and looked for a new place. I stayed under bridges, in dark alleyways.

That was pretty much it. I was trying to aim faraway from here, and so far I was almost out of this state and heading for the next one.

But then I had taken a shortcut through a city to move faster. It was late, nearly midnight. The only thing accompanying me was trash blowing in the wind.

But I had gone by a club, and some people had started to follow me.

One had a bat in hand, and another was flipping a pocketknife.

I started to walk faster, and they did too. I moved quickly through the dead – like city, trying to blend into the shadows.

This sorta thing happened a lot, but I almost always outsmarted them, losing them through a crowd or turning streets or sometimes hiding. It didn't always work and I got beat up for it, someone even carved their initials into my back. Scary things had happened, but I had an unnatural talent for bottling it all up.

But these gods, these people were smart.

And I wasn't in the best of places either. Going into one of these clubs would draw more attention to me, and this place was wide….open. I was trapped in the middle of nowhere. There wasn't any shelter, and shadows.

Talk about being able to run and not hide.

I glanced over my shoulder briefly.

They were closing in on me.

I took off into a full sprint.

And eventually I stumbled into a forest.

Here I am now.

Shaking my head, I shoved forward. But there was only so much energy left inside me.

Then I tripped.

I stumbled.

I fell.

I messed up.

I rolled and hit something, but I was too numb to recognize what.

I pulled myself together and crashed through tall grass and bushes, scraping by thorns and roots, slamming into trees.

I even half cart wheeled (I think I went over a tiny stream).

I slowly stopped. Then I scrambled up and dragged myself over a huge log. It wasn't big enough for me to go through (I didn't want to go in and join the bugs anyway), but enough for me to hide behind. I curled up and stifled a sob, silently breathing heavily.

I closed my eyes as I heard the voices.

It started to rain. To pour.

I wondered how many were out there, looking to hurt me.

I knew there were about 5, maybe more.

5 against one 14 year old girl.

I shivered in the rain.

The voices were coming closer, but they were muffled by the loud rain. I finally felt a rough hand grab my shoulder and lifted me up. I whirled around and smacked them in the face. He stumbled away, but grinned as he looked back up at me.

I quickly sized up my opponents. 7 in all, 6 guys and one girl, each one more beefier than the next, including the girl. Heck, she was probably the biggest of them all. A huge red face, chubby cheeks, a baseball cap and skinny jeans, and short spiked dull hair explained her features.

The beefy guy next to her was full of muscles and held the bat. The other on the end held the pocketknife. I wondered if I could try and get it.

It would be useful.

I braced myself for a fight. In an instant, as sudden as the rain, I was hit and chaos erupted. Yeah, everyone wanted to hit the pretty girl.

I managed to rip the bat out of the man's hands, a huge bonus for me. I was good at softball back at home with mom and dad.

I swung hard at his face, enjoying the crunch and blood spurting from his nose and mouth.

I whirled around and dodged a kick, slowly inching away from knife man.

I swung it again at the woman. But her back was turned and she looked like she didn't even feel it.

I gulped and ducked another blow, diving down and kicking out another man's legs out from under him.

I swung hard again, randomly.

There were so many, and chances of me taking them all down were virtually impossible.

But I didn't need that.

I didn't need impossible. I'll make it possible.

I heard something, like a jet, like a plane or something in the distance.

If I was close to a military base, I was in deep shit. An airport would be okay, but still….

A hand connected with my jaw. It stung from the strong impact as I stumbled. But I refused to fall down.

I punched with one hand, and then swung the bat underhand.

By then my wrist was sore from the heaviness of the metal bat.

I was hit in the gut this time – the wind knocked clean outta of me. I spun and tumbled, my hand coming out of know where to smack someone.

Wish granted, I connected with someone and just barely heard someone grunt. Grounded (literally), I was hit from the back this time.

Then, there was metal moving behind me.

Something moved; a metallic transformation I figured. Gods I was so out of it.

There was a boom. Bright light. Red. Fire.

Ashes.

A large claw scooped me up gently.

Large red eyes (?) gazed into my dazed ones. I didn't scream. I didn't shout.

This red beast was no beast to me.

I've never seen anything like it before, but I'm not stupid.

Well, maybe I am, but I didn't feel fear.

In a strange sense, I felt secure, safe.

I dropped the bat.

By now, I felt as if everything was falling into place.

"I am Megatron, leader of the Decepticons." His powerful voice sent motionless shivers up my spine.

"A – Annabelle Lennox." I rasped.

Deep down, I could feel like this was the big government secret Dad was keeping. Now I knew I'd know everything. The out of the loop sense would disappear, I know it will.

It was just instinct.

"Tell me e – everything I don't know, Megatron." I rasped, his name tasting like the sweetest, richest thing in the world as it rolled off my tongue.

His red eyes gazed down at me.

And then my world went black.

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How is it so far? Do you like it?

Please tell me! My birthday is on Wednesday (sucky day for a B – day) so review and give me a present. This chapter was just a little bit of Annabelle's background, the good stuff comes in next chapter (you know, if you REVIEW!).

Oh, and later, when Megatron's holoform comes in, he looks like Adam Gontier, and I made Annabelle look like Taylor Swift. I'll try to get pictures of them up on my profile.

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