Author's Note: Second chappie, and I got a reviewer! This chappie is for Silver!

Disclaimer: Still don't own Transformers, and even though they aen't actually in the story as of yet, I feel oblidged to put this on^^


A Glance-Chapter 2-standard edit

Her first conscious thought after, 'God, I feel like I was hit by a truck...' was 'Where the Hell am I?'. She couldn't see straight, she couldn't see shapes. The world was a spinning ball of shapeless colors and lights.

Finally, the world focuses and she meets a horrible realization head on. The dream- the nightmare was true! She's truly alive, not allowed peace. She blinks out the blaring lights, and turns upon her mind to examine her situation. She knows a few things only.

She knows that a time ago, she was a dead human is now a metal living being. Her existence shouldn't be, at least not anymore.

These thoughts are left for later contemplation when the sound of a deadbolt sliding back comes from the door. A seem appears for a moment on the other side of the room that she hadn't noticed, almost impossible to see, before mechanically sliding fully open.

She ffirst sees two heavily armed men stalk in, rifles in hand, fingers glued to the triggers. They wear thick kevlar, though weak as she feels, she knows that she could easily tear them apart, escpecially with a height of seven and a half feet to rise over them with.

From her place in the corner of the room, it takes a moment to actually see the one who walks in behind them. When she does, however, she shrinks back even more, pressing against the cold glass on one side and white washed metal wall on the other.

The one who has sauntered in behind the guards is the one who had witnessed her change, watched as her mind turned upon itself for answers, and had enjoyed her agony. His beady eyes leered at her and his hands twitched like a man about to steal a particularally beautiful car. When she met his eyes, her blood ran cold and fear settled sickeningly in her stomach. Nothing good come of this encounter.

A man walked in behind him, an assistant by the looks of it, holding something outside her field of vision behind one of the guards. He then scurried out of the room, eyes to the floor, and hands scarily empty.

Her attention is drawn back to the man who is now stalking towards her icily. He draws his hand from behind his back, kneels, and something obscured by his hands about three feet in front of her. When he moves back, she can see it is indeed a cube, filled about three quarters full of shimmering pink liquid. It looks like is has the consistency of water but it shimmers with a reflective quality reminiscent of only oil or gasoline.

He steps back, standing between the guards, and in a tone that expresses that he could care less about her, orders her to drink. She had no idea what that was, but it was pink and it was GLOWING, so it seemed best not to consume it. She stared at him, playing dumb as he expected her to be, and he took a step forward as if it would scare her into doing as he bid. That didn't work, in fact, it failed miraculously, only serving to send her reeling farther into the wall she was huddled in.

He stops up, and nearly spilling the liquid, thrusts the cube out, composure blown to bits. He shouts at her once more to drink, and she cowers in response. She wonders idly why exactly she's cowering. He's not that big, at least two heads smaller than she. She could crush him like a paper cup if she had a mind to, but his eyes seem to burn up her ability to think like a normal person used to standing up for herself. She feels the urge to cry.

He stands tall, or at least tries to, and snaps his fingers. Instantly, a guard is upon her. Gun thrown by the wayside, he takes pleasure in hauling her roughly to her feet. It's rough enough that her legs lock beneath her, and she cries out in pain at it. She feels dizzy, like she'd stayed underwater too long and had come up to breathe to fast, fighting a headrush.

The man is smiling now, closer to a grin, smirking at her in a way that makes she skin crawl, and he's walking towards her now, and she's got to get away! She tries to break away but suddenly the other guard is there, behind her, arms wrapped around her locking hers at her sides with an unknown strength. She grasps his arms with a grip of despiration, and keeps her grip if only to have something to hold onto as tight as she can.

She squirms and squeaks as the scientist treks towards them silently, leisurely. She can tell, when he stops in front of her, that he must have wished to this to her, hoped for the chance to watch her pain once more.

The pressure that her exerts through his grip on her jaw is great for one so small in comparison to her. He doesn't seem strong but he is obviously so if he can wrench her face down with such ease. But these contemplations, like the others, are cast from her mind when she turns her mind to more important uses, such as fighting with all her might to wrest her arms fromn the guard behind her.

Her struggles become more fierce when her mouth is forced open. She lets a shriek escape her control and feels the arms binding her only tighten. The sound cuts off abruptly when something enters her mouth. It tastes of rubber with the texture of smooth tubing. The tube is forced down her throat, and though she feels no gag reflex in her throat like there should be, her stomach truns frighteningly. It was scraping the back of her throat viciously, tearing the softer metal of it raw.

The heaviness of something making its way through the tube has her eyes widen in panic and fright. Her only way of retaliation is to wriggle weakely and whimper pathetically. The offending drink is warm when it hits her raw throat, and she gasps at the realization. The shock continues as the feeling of becoming full reaches her. The haze brought by the warmth of the pink liquid is dulling her to thw world around her. Her mind is losing the sharp clarity of consciousness, and she is sorely tempted to fog that has somehow surrounded her body and mind. But there is still the matter of her compay. The man is staring at her, a look of sickening triumph on his face. She has no more power to hold herself up, and the guards only just catch her full weight when her legs give out from under her. Almost eye level, she can see the victory shining in his eyes, and can see that he'll want it to be there again, though she can tell it will never again be from such an encounter that is beneficial to her.

The man lingers for a few moments more, bathing his ego in her pain once more. At last he turns and considers for a moment before snapping his fingers sharply. The guards snap up, dropping her like a heavy sack in a heap at their feet They move around her, though the taller of the two gives her a swift kick to the side on his way by. They lift their guns, and without a glance back at her, leave the room empty but for the living mass of black and purple metal near the right corner of the room.

As her mind shuts down, and black encroaches on her vision, tears break the ridge of her eyelids and find their way down her cheeks. She finally relinquishes control of her consciousness, and in an escape that is far to brief, lets the warmth envelope her mind and bring her sleep.


That's number two of the standard edit^^ You might be noticing some differences in the two versions, and yesh I did edit it some! I also edited some of the other chapters to come, and with AIMS going on, I have plenty of time to write these when I finish my test early!

Also per usual, I hope you enjoyed the story thus far, and hope to hear from you!

-NekoYami-