Hi guys! So this is my 10th story now, even though none of my other stories are completed and I rarely have time to update any stories. But this story was stuck in my head and I have almost all of it mapped out. This is my third transformers story, and I hope you guys like this one!

Disclaimer: I don't own Transformers, apparently. I should talk with Michael Bay and Hasbro about this…

I looked around before running across the street. I held my backpack to my shoulder, sighing as I realized it was Friday and I had the entire weekend to myself.

That was my perfect moment of innocence and happiness, but it was quickly replaced by panic when I felt something kick me in the legs and force me to the ground. I whirled around and attempted to punch the guy who hit me like in movies.

The man grabbed my fist and threw me into a nearby ditch. I rolled, feeling pain all around me. I screamed, hoping somebody would hear and rescue me or call 911.

No luck. Today is so not my day.

I stood up, bracing myself for a fight, until I felt wet somewhere on my wrist. I looked at it and saw a bright blue liquid on my wrist. It started to burn, and I yelled out at the pain. I didn't notice anything else around me. The whole world was centered on the pain. I fell to my knees and clutched my wrist. I watched as the blue liquid glowed and slowly, painfully, sunk into my skin. The blood veins in my wrist glowed brightly, and pain traveled through my body.

I shrieked as the liquid went through my body. I felt bones shattering, muscles tearing; blood heating up and boiling as the rest of my senses were cut off. Leaving me with pain as my only companion. I passed out, whether from pain, shock, or exhaustion I might never know.

Unknown Time Later, Area Unknown

I felt myself wake up and kept my eyes closed, but they snapped open at the sound of voices. I lifted my head up, but almost fell back down as I saw, heard, and felt everything.

My vision was enhanced, somehow. So was my hearing, sense of touch, and sense of smell. I think I would've tasted better too.

I tried to sit up, only to find myself strapped down on a slightly padded board.

I looked around, lifting my head up a little and seeing a woman with plain black hair and slightly tanned face. Her eyes were tiny and she wrinkles around them. She was bony and was probably in her late 30's or early 40's.

She was wearing a long white coat. That wasn't the only white thing either. Everything was white. The walls were white and so were the floor and pretty much everything else. Even the tray next to me was white.

"What am I doing here?" I snarled, struggling slightly.

I was surprised to see her give me a forced smile. "Hello there, my name is Rachel. Could you tell me your name?" she asked, as if speaking to a child.

I glared at her and stayed silent.

Her smile left her face, and she promptly left the room, closing the large white door.

There was a window in front of me. Rachel went to watch me. She typed something on a computer that was sitting on a plain white desk and looked back up at me.

I gave her another glare.

The straps holding me back let go.

I fell from the board, but I was swift to catch myself.

I went up to the window and stared at Rachel.

She turned to write something down on a paper. A man came up. He looked a lot like Piers Morgan, and he whispered something to her.

"LET ME OUT OF HERE YOU LITTLE BITCH!" I screamed, punching the window, but not hard so I didn't hurt myself. It cracked, almost shattering. I stared at the window with surprise.

I just rolled my eyes and punched again, only to hear the sound of a whistle. I turned around, searching for a speaker of some sort or the source or whatever.

I lunged for the door, slamming myself in to it. I had to get out of here. I forgot about the whistling sound.

The door broke open with a crack and fell to the floor.

I ran out, hearing alarms blare all around me, lights flashing bright red.

I whirled around at the people trying to stop me.

I grabbed a man by the neck and threw him to the ground, satisfied to hear the crack of his neck, signaling his death.

I did a roundhouse kick, hitting another man in the neck, also breaking him.

Stop the bullets.

I held my hand out, and the bullets stopped in midair.

I stared for a minute, and that was my mistake. A man with curly red hair tackled me and tried to stab me with a pocketknife.

I grabbed the knife and grabbed him by the neck, shoving him forward to take 5 bullets to the chest for me. I threw the knife at the guy who shot his buddy, who was in shock, hitting him square in the chest.

I smirked, but I had accidently let my guard down. I felt something enter my neck, and I passed out again.

When I woke up, it was dark.

"I wonder if she's alright?" asked a girl. "I'm fine." I said, sitting up and groaning, rubbing my neck.

I turned to a little girl, who was huddled in a corner, staring at me with wide eyes. "How did she know what I was thinking?" she asked in awe. "What do you mean?" I asked her.

"Ghost Girl couldn't have said anything, she never does." said a boy. I turned to him.

He had messy blond hair that was just above his shoulders. He was pale and had wide green eyes. He was a bit small. He had so many cuts on his skin I didn't see any skin.

The girl, Ghost Girl, had long black hair and pale skin too. She was small, maybe 3 or 4 years old. Another girl a bit younger than me stared at us too. "Who are you guys?" I asked.

"I'm Drifter," said the boy. "That's Ghost Girl," he said, pointing to the little girl. "She doesn't say much. Her gift is to walk through things and see through things. That's Kingdom," he continued. "She can turn into animals, and sometimes mix them up, but that makes it harder for her to change back. The other guy over there is Stoplight. He has super speed. I can turn invisible, and make other things invisible too." He said. Stoplight had messy hair and bright green eyes. He was the equivalent of Harry Potter. Kingdom had curly black hair and tired bright green eyes as well; she was the female version of Harry Potter, and probably Stoplight's sister.

They were all too thin and pale and a bit awkward looking.

I nodded. "I'm…" I couldn't remember anything else. "I can't remember anything." I whispered, horrified. Drifter looked up and nodded. "I know. I've been trying to remember for a year now, but I can't. It's the same for all of us. We came up with names for ourselves because the docs wiped our memories. So what's your gift?" he asked, abruptly changing the subject.

"I hate talking about this." He thought.

I shrugged. "Uh, I guess I can read minds and I have telekinesis, you know, lifting stuff with my mind. I stood up and stretched. I jumped into the air to stretch a bit more, but I never came down. I looked down. I was hovering a foot off the ground.

"I guess I can fly too." I nodded, raising an eyebrow.

I dropped to the ground and sat down, leaning against a white wall.

The door opened, and Rachel and Piers Morgan dude grabbed me and dragged me out. I was too tired to fight, and I fell asleep.

Snip

My eyes shot open and I screamed in pain. I grabbed Rachel by the neck instinctively, about to choke her, but I was shoved backward. I forced the guy to go backward, but I was just shoved down, a knife cutting my skin. I screamed and fought, trying to escape. I flew into the air by instinct, but my ankles and feet were cut mercilessly.

Multiple knives cut through my skin and even a bit of my hair. I saw myself in a mirror nearby. I had a murderous look in my eyes, which were a bright violet color. I was kicking and screaming with all my might. There were dozens of people around me, some holding me down, others cutting me, and others ready to replace those I hurt or killed.

The blood that came down was a dark red and glowing ever so slightly.

I was crying now.

I tried to throw people back, but I barely knew how to use my gifts. I stopped trying. I had no idea how so many people could come in like this and try to shred me like I was cheese on a cheese grater. I sobbed loudly in anguish as I was cut. I lost track of what they did and just sunk deep in the pain, too tired to do anything.

I looked a bit drunk in the mirror. I watched in the mirror as people of all kinds cut me. Some were just watching me and taking notes in interest.

When they stopped and left, I just lay there before standing up and looking at myself in the mirror.

I had been wearing white knee length pants and a plain, crisp, white T – shirt. Now my clothes were red, slowly turning brown and drying. My pretty silky brown hair was messed up and uneven and choppy. Now it had streaks of platinum blond hair in it too. That was new. I was pale, and my eyes were now a violet color instead of the electric blue I had.

I stared at the once pristine white walls. There was splattered blood everywhere. I watched as blood from somewhere from my body dropped to the floor next to my feet.

Plop

Plop

Decepticon Base, Location Unknown

"Barricade, report." Megatron ordered.

"The humans have the mutant femme from the ditch. She is being experimented on. Knock Out is using his holoform and working with them." Barricade said, head bowed respectfully.

Megatron pondered the information. "Of course. Continue the plan." "But Lord Megatron – "Barricade tried to cut in, but Megatron cut in. "Do as I say!" he snarled.

He knelt back in his makeshift throne and folded his hands together, a habit he accidently picked up from the humans, but it did give him an evil look.

"Everything is going just right. Only 4 more years until my plan truly…gets interesting."

So….it was sad, wasn't it? Very tragic, in my opinion. The autobots should be seen in the next chapter. Also, this is a Ironhide/OC story, just to clear that up. Please review and tell me whatcha think! The more reviews I get, the more willing I am to write! I feel very sad for my OC, whose real name is Clementine, by the way. I'm thinking of one for her to call herself. I have a bunch of OCs in my story and here's just a small background for the other people Clementine knows.

Drifter's real name is Ian Clements. He was 10 when he was kidnapped and brought to the place he is now. It's been a year for him, and he has the power to turn invisible and make other things invisible.

Ghost Girl's real name is Mattie. She's 6 years old, and has been there for 5 months. She can walk and see through anything.

Kingdom's name is actually Mary Ann and was also 10 when she was brought there. She can imitate any animal, and sometimes cross an animal over with another, but that makes it harder for her to phase back to a human. Mary Ann has been living there a little while after Ian came.

My OC's name is Clementine Andrews, and she is 11 now. She can lift objects with her mind, including herself (telekinesis, is the official term) she can also read minds. She doesn't have a new name yet.

Rachel is a scientist at the place, which I have yet to reveal. Rachel fell off a 2 story building and landed on the roof of a shuttle bus.

No, she did not die. She's seriously messed up. Also, the 'Piers Morgan' looking dude is not a decepticon of anybody other than a human being that has been seriously spoiled all throughout his life.

Everybody in this prison place was pretty much kidnapped, well…..

And don't worry. This story will be very tragic at some parts, but it will always have a happy part in the next chapter, sort of.

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