Imperfect

Disclaimer: This was a very peculiar idea I got from watching Transformers the movie last night. I was observing the scene when Simmons explains the purpose of the Allspark at Sector Seven and the Hoover Dam and oddly enough, came up with this odd little fic. I dedicate this to Cyndi. Note that the first few chapters will be pre - 2007 verse.

"People throw away what they could have by insisting on perfection, which they cannot have, and looking for it where they will never find it."

-Edith Schaeffer

"Aim at perfection in everything, though in most things it is unattainable. However, they who aim at it, and persevere, will come much nearer to it than those whose laziness and despondency make them give it up as unattainable."

-Lord Chesterfield

By: VampireQueenAkasha

"Humans don't deserve to live!"

Megatron: 2007 Movie

Prologue

Main Entry: 1im·per·fect \(ˌ)im-ˈpər-fikt\: not perfect

Hoover Dam

Sometimes it hurt to think about what they had done.

Sometimes it was even easier not to think about it at all, or it'll hurt some more.

I grew up believing that the only world that existed was the one behind those steel doors and stone walls that they kept me locked behind. That is until I was sent to do their bad things. Things they claimed held no wrong to them because they believed that they were right.

But I knew better.

Reading a lot told me that what I was doing was wrong. I was hurting people. I was taking their lives. And each time I took a life, the worse emotion took hold.

I enjoyed it.

I enjoyed taking the lives of those I was sent to kill. And that whole time, I believed that was all there was. I believed that maybe that was all I was good for. I had no mother or father like the children in the movies I would watch in my room. So I accepted the life given to me.

Until I saw what I saw in the Forbidden Room.

It was a place I was not allowed to go to. And that was when I saw that ... that thing. That creature. That metallic devil. It was then, I realized the truth. I realized what he was...what I was. And it was at that moment, I fled the Hoover Dam.

It was a much harder endeavor than I had originally orchestrated ...

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The sounds of shouting soldiers and doctors filled the night air as many of them roamed the barren rocky ledges outside of the Hoover Dam. Several of the scientists were armed with small Tranquilizer pistols and heat vision goggles.

"It's just that ... N.B.O. 7 is my responsibility..." an elder scientist protested, softly. His gaze seemed haunted and rather dark behind his goggles.

At his side, a soldier wearing a peculiar gas mask and body armor approached. "We've been through this before and you know it." he murmured, which was muffled slightly behind his mask. "N.B.O. 7 was specifically selected. If your work is a success, thousands of lives can be saved." The scientist seemed further reluctant to it and the soldier put a hand on his shoulder. "It's not about a few children. It's about the future of our species. Do you understand?"

Two soldiers advanced toward a gaping cavern. They aimed their guns inside and grunted, staring down at the tracker system on their wrists. It displayed a small dot, moving further and further in. One of the soldiers held his wrist to his mouth and spoke into a small mic.

"Got N.B.O. 7." he announced. "Advancing into a small cavern."

The other soldier watched the monitor. He furrowed his brow as the beeping dot seemed to halt. "Uh, doctor?" he said, reluctantly.

Suddenly, the dot was moving...and moving very fast. It raced directly toward them. The first soldier spun around swiftly at the sound and gasped loudly. The dot drew closer and closer on the monitor, but they saw nothing and no one.

"N.B.O. 7, closing in fast! I do not have a visual!" The scientist heard, through his radio. "Repeat. I do NOT have a visual!"

The scientist gasped the very second that he heard guns going off. "No! Don't shoot! Don't..." He started through the radio, but halted the second he heard the sounds of screams and shouts from the other soldiers. His eyes grew wide.

"My God ... "

Within the cavern, the only vision the soldiers could see were the sights of their flashlights bouncing off the stone walls. Something tore into them without mercy.

I made you and your hate to socialize in a matter that suits me fine.
So while I breathe in you punched my teeth in.
I tried to explain it but you just, you just don't see.
I, I see right through you.


So you do things, mainly bad things. Is it to satisfy your own neurotic needs.
I got this feeling I'm just dreaming but just make sure I'm awake when you punish me.
Come follow me to that place where we both see what happened to you. I need
to see if it's all true. Confide in me.
I was blind but now...

The soldiers screamed and cried out, trying to strike their unseen nemesis, but it seemed that no matter what they tried or did, they simply could not subdue their attacker.

"Shoot shoot!" A random blast of words filled the cavern. "Oh God!...Stop it!...No. No!"

I see right through all that you do, but though I see you I know you're not
here with me and still I try to explain to you.
How your presence is affecting my state of mind.

Oh suck me in, inside myself
I want to, taste myself
It drags me down, your dismal past
And all you want, is to make that last

Finally, dead silence followed.

The elderly scientist and the soldier at his side walked into the cave and gasped with horror. "My God ... " the scientist whispered.

The soldier's bodies were strewn all across the walls and cold floor of the cave. Oddly enough, not an ounce of blood shed. The soldier chuckled softly, as if the very sight alone delighted him. This would mean a challenge, and he enjoyed a challenge.

"What do we do?" the scientist cried.

The soldier turned toward the horizon and chuckled behind his mask. "Oh, not to worry, doctor; N.B.O. 7 will have nowhere to hide for much longer..." he said, softly, "And we will just have to see how long it will take before we find her ... "

And just over that horizon, he knew that Mission City would not hide N.B.O. 7 for long.

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Note-And here is the first part of this odd new fic. You'll see soon what it's all about!