I thought that I should put in a proper disclaimer.

Disclaimer: I do NOT own any Transformers used in this fanfiction. This is my adaptation and my own version of what would happen after the first movie. I am well aware that this could never happen but I do own the plotline and the following characters: Nexia, Sarutobi, Asuma, and Kenai. If you don't know any of the characters then read the story ^_^

This is, indeed, revised so it is slightly different. I added some things and took out some things. I changed some words and so forth as I saw fit.

-Kitsune

Prologue

The crack of thunder was heard as everyone scuttled to the safety of their warm homes, tightly closing the blinds to shut out the bright flashes of lightning that streaked across the sky. They were all normal human beings, that is all for one; there was one lone figure running in the rain - a seventeen year old girl who just happened to be caught in the ferocious downpour. She would have been considered normal, just like any other normal human being, except for the fact that she had a few unusual details that normal people lacked.

The young girl's eyes shone with an abnormal silver glamour and she had fairly large crimson wings protruding from her back. They were massive, easily towering above her slim frame. The girl ran as fast as her wobbly legs would take her. She was a blur to the human eye, almost skimming across the surface of the Earth; she was heading in the opposite direction of the houses, trying to put as much distance between them as possible.

She pressed on, hoping to reach the forest surrounding Tranquility Lake as her pursuers would dare not follow her that far. Bruises and fresh cuts littered across her lithe body, a dark purple, blue, green, and black upon her pale, almost ghost like skin. The cuts stung from the sweat trailing down her body from the long run, creating a burning sensation that caused her stomach to churn. She didn't dare to stop, fearing that she would, indeed, become sick on the forest floor.

One great wing of hers was tightly pressed against her back as she ran through the forest. The other was not as fortunate as it stuck out at an odd angle, sending jolts of pain through her shoulder blade as she moved. She knew that it was at least fractured near the junction of her scapula and the base of her wing. She cursed silently as it was the most sensitive part of her wing.

Blood trailed behind her in small puddles as she stumbled on toward the lake, wiping some sweat from her forehead; she was trying to keep it from her eyes so it wouldn't impede in her vision. She didn't see the hidden root as her foot caught on it, causing her to go flying to the ground. She and gasped in pain as her broken wing struck a large rock, a sickening crack filling the air once more. She forced herself not to cry her crystalline tears but she couldn't help but to cry out in pain as it struck the ground.

She was running from an evil and deadly force and the only thing racing through her mind was to escape from her pursuers - from Sector Seven, an organization that had been experimenting on her for the longest time. At first they had been kind to her but they soon changed, showing their true intentions soon enough. She had no idea why that particular organization called her a BE, whatever that meant, but she managed to escape from her torture at the last second.

Her fire-blessed chin length hair stuck to her chin from the torrents of rain from the ongoing storm, beating down upon her already wet and beaten form. Her beautiful and unique natural black highlights looked like streaks of blackened mud but she didn't care. She never actually cared about her physical appearance. The wounded girl stumbled on, the wind making it difficult to see where she was going but she knew, however, that if she was caught she would be experimented on again.

She failed to notice the steep hill in front of her before she lost her footing and fell once again, causing more than one new gash to be created on her body. On the way down the rocky slope she tried to grab onto the branch of a tree but it cracked, crushing into her side as she fell. Her already broken wing snapped again in a different place, pain and swelling intense, and her right arm caught against the rocks, twisting as smaller boulders fell as well. Her left ankle twisted painfully while a few twigs slashed against her fair skin, blood spurting free from the horrific and gruesome wounds.

Tears of inescapable pain escaped her tightly clenched eyes as she whimpered quietly, not daring to make any more sounds lest her pursuers discover her whereabouts. Lights from a few flashlights flew above her, however, they never pointed directly at her. She was grateful for that small bit of heavenly sent protection but soon grimaced, looking around for any familiar sight.

She could faintly see the body of water that served as Tranquility Lake before she started to black out from both pain and fatigue, curling into a tiny ball with her good arm around her more serious wound. The last thing that ran through her mind was that she needed to contact the Autobots, to be in the safe arms her grandfather had told stories about. Finally, she slumped to the ground, pelted by the stinging rain as blackness completely took her.