A/N:

Hi Everyone! If you are reading this, then I must thank you for checking my story out. This is my first fanfiction, my first story, ever, so please give me feedback! I want to improve my writing as much as possible :)

This idea has been bugging me for over a month now, so I have finally decided to write what has been haunting me in my sleep. As this is my first story, my updates may be random, but I promise I will try to finish what I've started - I'm hoping to follow this story through to the end. Please let me know if you find any mistakes, typos, or inconsistencies in my writing - I've proof-read it myself, but as I know what I want to be there, or what should be there, I may miss a few things. ;)

Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN TRANSFORMERS OR ANY OF IT'S CHARACTERS, IT'S PLOT, etc. I do claim ownership of my character, my character's family, and the plot that will be in this story (I'm talking about my own plot, not the Transformers' plot, though that will be very tied into my story, but once more, I do not own THAT.)

Discovering fire

Prequel

They were dragging her once more to another location, tugging on the chains that bound her ankles, wrists, waist, and neck – they had stopped taking such risqué chances long ago, just as she now knows to not fight at every given moment as it just leads to more pain. Four guards surrounded her, two in the front holding her ankle and wrist chains and two in the back holding her neck and waist.

The chains rubbed against her scabbing wounds, the scab on her neck breaking and releasing fresh blood to flow down her torso from the harsh treatment of her 'guards'. Observing the white-coats walking far in-front of her through golden slits, she focused her sensitive ears on their whispered discussion and immediately regretted it, freezing at the implication of what was said.

The short, balding white coat spoke with an enthusiastic air about him, explaining to the tall, dark, and creepy white coat of a new specimen being brought in – 'it' was apparently already on route. An NBE of similar technology, structure, and race as NBE-1 the short white coat reported. Mr. Creepy white coat questioned how many men were lost acquiring the new specimen only for both the girl in chains and the tall white coat to be shocked at the answer – no lives were lost. The chained girl listened with rapt attention, hearing of two teenagers whom have had contact with the NBE, a hacker, a pentagon analyst, and the Secretary of Defense also on route.

"A1R1, Keep Moving!" A1R1 was all the girl was called by around here; no one ever called her given name except the girl herself in an effort to remember. Her records had been destroyed years ago when her twin and she were first kidnapped.

"A1R1!" Her guards gave a sharp tug to her chains, a tug that in the past would have had her introducing her face to the floor though that did not stop the pain from erupting on her neck. Her idiot guard's call attracted the attention of the white coats, their conversation cutting off at 'He's here!' At that last whispered comment the girl's hands became encased in a pale green fire, her eyes narrowed at the unrestrained glee in the white coats' eyes and expressions. They were ready to torture and experiment on yet another innocent being, a metal giant that has shown an enormous amount restraint not to harm anyone even though it has every right to defend itself? No. Not again. Why must they always hurt the innocent ones? The one in the freezer can stay frozen – it has an aura that speaks of a bloodthirsty nature that is suffocating to be near, but the one they just captured didn't fight back at all, no injuries or death to the humans. That speaks of a kind, protective, intelligent being, not something that needs to be freaking tortured!

"A1R1, STAND DOWN!" Did the guards and scientists think her stupid? Were they themselves stupid? Has she ever attacked them with her fire if not to defend her twin brother? Sure, she'll scorch them should they cross some type of boundary with her, and on occasion she will threaten them to leave her alone, but she has never just walked up and burned them to death. No, even if they deserve death, she will not stoop down to their level to send them to their final resting place. Her twin's death was the only time she lost control of her flames, but that was enough to make them wary of her.

-Dearest, you did end up destroying three hallways, one hanger, a few million dollars in specialized equipment, and about thirty-seven or so lives were taken all with that little lost control- -…Okay, so they may have a good reason to fear my fire- A fading laughter receded from her mind leaving behind a welcome warmth in the wake of such saddening news: another living experiment.

A cruel tug from the guard holding the chains immobilizing her wrists and arms brought experiment A1R1 to her already bruised knees. Her head lowered, she observed the metal cuffs that surrounded her arms from the elbow to the wrist, the cuffs chained together in the center to keep her range of motion limited, her clenched hands still surrounded by the pale green lights. She kept her head lowered and let the warmth heating her cold, chilled hands fade as she heard heavy footfalls; the scent of dried blood and chemicals belonging to the tall and spine-chilling scientist entered her nose as he approached her hunched, beaten form.

An unpleasantly cold hand gripped her chin forcing her head up, her crimson mane of hair falling over her shoulder to rest against her stomach. Her golden eyes met and challenged the man's own dark ones that questioned why this 'demon' still refused to cooperate and work with them.

"Why?" It was a question with many different meanings and many different answers. It was a question asked in a clipped manner from a scientist that had played a part in the team's effort to break her and her twin. It was a question as to why she did not just kill them for all the hell they've put her through. It was a question as to why she wouldn't just become their weapon and end her own suffering. It was a question of why she has not given up. It was a question she refused to ever answer for these lowlifes.

A1R1 just stared at him, meeting his gaze without flinching. The scientist just let out a sigh and stood, bringing her with him to her feet, before turning and rejoining his college, motioning for the guards to follow with her in-tow. As they all walked through the corridor, the girl's eyes rested on the backs of the two scientists. It would be so easy to send a spear of fire through their hearts, snuffing the life out of their cold eyes, but that would be exactly what they want – for her to become a killer. She refused, on behalf of her little twin brother who was killed, on behalf of her parents and grandmother that had been murdered before her young eyes, on behalf of all the other experiments who were killed or just died through the experimentation process, and their families whom were either killed or lied to – no, she refused to become a killer. She may be a predator, but she would not become a mindless killer as they wished her to become. She is a protector, a healer, and to that Presence, a life-giver and friend.

The pace of the two scientists soon turned frantic, almost turning to a run with the guards pulling at A1R1 to hurry and enter the hanger that the scientists just turned into. Even before they entered the room, her sensitive ears picked up on a heart-wrenching sound, a painful cry mechanical in nature, but the call behind the cry was the same regardless of species or the fact it was an alien. It was a cry echoed inside her, the meaning not lost, and the acknowledged call for 'help' had been heard. A1R1 turned into the room and witnessed a mechanical being withering trying to escape the cold blasts from the scientists' freezing machines. Cries of pain came from the little yellow bot due to devices poking around and trying to open up the chest piece. Baby-blue optics began dimming in panic and dismay as the small bot tried to avoid the prodding of his chest even as his arms and legs were secured with heavy wires. The shear amount of emotion coming from that yellow bot was almost enough to knock A1R1 over; the rage, the humiliation, the panic, the fear, the worry for others not himself, and the dying hope were all visible to her eyes, which noticed the bot's personality lying beneath the raging emotions revealing to her a protective, honorable, and loyal being – and her eyes never lie, they always see the truth in a situation, her ears always hear the truth – one cannot lie to A1R1. As her eyes and ears witnessed the truth, she came to a decision. Her memory replayed the words of teens coming – they would be here soon, but not soon enough to prevent this being from being unjustly tortured.

Her voice had not been used for over six months – there had been no reason to speak, no reason to cry, no reason to whine to her jailers. Now however, she had a reason to find her voice. She had a reason to ensure she was not misunderstood. She had reason to use the fear these people had of her to good use. One word was all it took to carry across and silence the room. It only took one word to divert everyone's attention to her. It only took one word to get those panicked blue optics to rest on her bloodied, beaten figure. Just one word…

"Enough!"

The green fire surrounding her entire figure and the heat wave it released when she spoke may have also played a good part in the reason for the room's silence.