Gone against my word again. I just have more inspiration for my newer fics than my old ones. I'll try to jive back into the old, but I know some of them are going to end up being discontinued because I forgot what I was going to do with them.

In case you're, like, under 16 and haven't taken an anatomy class yet, you're probably going to get slightly uncomfortable. The human body is a disgusting thing and we all need to eventually learn to accept that.

Chapter II

The tests were done, the experiment complete. Now, as the doctor stated, it was a matter if their organic bodies accepted the tech or not. The others who had been given the same treatment, some of whom they tried to be friends with, died because the white blood cell equivalent in techs, called nanites, overpowered organic functions and destroyed every single piece of a person that was not tech. All that would be left was a pile of bloodied metal and the smell of nanites digesting and expelling compressed components of flesh and bone.

The procedure itself was painful. Knockout kept the last two survivors separate in case they hurt each other. When he was done, he left them for days for their organic and technological systems to fight it out and hopefully come to an agreement that they were sharing a host. He would only enter three times a day, to feed them, scan them, inject whatever was necessary into their bodies, and give them a quick shower.

They did not own clothes any more. The clothes that he had kidnapped them in were in shredded, bloody pieces in their cages. The blood was not from wounds, no, but from the disgusting and rather strange cycle that human females had inherited. When it first happened, Knockout believed the nanites were internally attacking their reproductive systems, but when it happened a second time the next month, the girls acted like it was a normal thing and ripped their clothes to use as gauzes. He inquired about it, but neither of the girls would give him an answer, only responding with glares, the color of their eyes now bright and electrified by the tech inside them. But by the fifth month their clothes had been used up, now forcing the doctor to clean their cages for each month after the week of whatever the slag was going on with their bodies. As time went on, the blood seemed to change color, turning into a weird mix of purple and red.

Brianna was the one who answered the question she knew was rolling around his mind. He looked at her during her explanation of what this cycle was, inwardly commenting on how dreadful she looked. When he had first seen her, her hair was blonde, her skin only starting to tan for the summer, eyes bright and knowledgeable, and body averagely fit. Now she was a mess. Her hair was gaining severe split ends and turning dark from lack of being in the sun. Dark circles were under her eyes from lack of sleep and strength. The underside of her ribs were starting to come out and there were cuts across her body. She had not done those to herself, but it was from attempting to break out of her cage.

"It's normal… except for the color now…" she muttered when Knockout complained for the umpteenth time about how a human could lose so much blood and still be alive was both annoying and an intriguing mystery. "You know how animals go into heat, right?"

"Unfortunately." He had seen many tech-animals on Cybertron looking like they were ripping each other to shreds when it was actually a courting ritual.

"Almost the same." She explained the cycle to him, his face grimacing all the while, though she was trying to sound as professional as possible. These were the most words she had spoken in a long time.

Brittany was in the other cage, giggling softly when she saw Knockout's face. She was Brianna's younger sister, but she managed to grow taller than her. She was tanner, had a fair amount of meat on her that disappeared when Knockout starved them both, and her fingernails were scraped. Her hair was the same case as Brianna's; it was blondish brown turning darker. In the shadowy corner of her cage, Knockout could see her glowing orange eyes, the side effect of the experiment. In truth they were a green-blue, but only when she stepped into the light.

When the girls had first came here they were a pair of criers and complainers. They wanted to go home, they were hungry, they needed a bath, and they wanted their friends. The doctor simply shut off his audio receptors as they whined and screamed. After a few weeks, they stopped bickering and muttered to themselves, asking each other what might be going on at home. When they thought they were alone, they joked to each other. Weakly, but they joked.

Jokes stopped when the true pain settled. When Knockout activated the nanites, they shouted for days, just as all of the other test subjects had, but their will was persistent in surviving. By the time the nanites were done reconstructing parts of their anatomy, they were frozen solid, sitting in their cages, muttering nonsense and growling whenever he came close to them. Once he tried to poke a finger into Brittany's cage to see if she was still alive and she lashed out with an animalistic roar, almost severing the digit. When she was in the light, Knockout was pulled back by the sight of her. Half of her face was metal, bleeding out a mix of energon and blood. Her body was a blend of fur, skin, and metal dermal plating, colored black and orange. Growing from her lower back was a black, spiked tail that Knockout was sure she would use to plunge into his spark chamber if given the chance. Her skull managed to grow a pair of fangs, forcing out the sad excuse of human canine teeth that she threw out onto the floor.

Brianna was trying to control herself when her own process reached completion. He could see her body shaking. Her face was still skin but her eyes were piercing sky blue. The nanites modified her body to grow an extra set of limbs on her back, which turned out to be wings. Her spine had grown out to give her a tail as well, but hers was thicker. Her dermal was black and blue, tipped with white claws and white horns. She refrained from attacking Knockout when he reached for her, but as soon as he opened the cage she spread her wings out and attempted to spring from her cell. The doctor caught her in his hand, expressing a smug comment that earned him a spiked tail into his wrist. He screamed out and shoved her back into her cage, threatening to leave her without food for the rest of the day.

The next week after this happened, they had somehow reverted back into their human forms. He groaned. All of that work for nothing? Just for them to turn back into oily-skinned organics?

"It's still there, you douche," Brittany growled.

"We've repressed it," Brianna added.

They proved it. Their skin was overtaken again with metal plating and turned back into their animalistic techno-organic characters. Knockout asked them to do it again while he scanned them, and they complied this one time. The nanites were put on standby as the organic cells took over again to give them their human appearance once more. The girls seemed to have control over the tech now and could switch forms whenever they pleased. Where the bestial figures came from, he had no idea. He only figured they were from a part of their subconscious minds and the nanites agreed to modify them so they could become the animal, however a mock representation. The same had occurred with the other subjects. He had seen cats and wolves and eagles and sharks, and one of them was even a monkey. Brittany was obviously a tiger but he did not know where Brianna picked up her animal from. He asked her, she answered, "Dragon" and left him to search the human info-net for it.

A wise choice on her part, becoming a dragon. Though mythical, it was a fierce creature. A giant lizard that could breathe fire and fly, and anyone who killed it was instantly knighted. They rested in high mountains, surrounded by treasure that they decorated themselves with. Knockout relayed the information back to her to see if it was right and she added to it, telling him she believed dragons were more sentient than a giant reptile in the rocks. They could read and write and speak in their own tongue and understood many other languages. Some even had the ability to manipulate forces around them, called magic. Knockout scoffed at the idea.

Then she spoke in Cybertronian.

It was accented, sure; though half tech, her throat was still guttural and made her sentences groggy, but it was Cybertronian nonetheless. And she called him names in that language.

Where she picked it up from, God only knows, but she knew it and could speak it and understand it. He looked to Brittany, who smiled half-humorously. He asked if she could speak it and she said, "Not a chance."

And now here they were. Completely organic, save for their glowing eyes in the dark, staring at him patiently and predatorily as he slowly cleaned out their cages, Brianna giving him the doctor's explanation of a menstrual cycle. He was done with Brittany's cage, and she jerked forward as if to attack him before he shut her cage. He had flinched, hydraulics sounding in alert, and she smirked at him. He moved on to Brianna's cage.

She was leaning against the far edge, one leg propped up to hold up an extended arm. He was scared of her, scared of them both. The other subjects had not lasted this long, and when they had lost their clothes they curled up to hide their indecency. Now the girls were acting as if they were not completely nude and covered in scars and energon-mixed blood. Before this, they were terrified whenever he entered the room. Now they did not care; Knockout could have been a drone walking in to give them rations to feed on and they could care less. They were no longer little children begging to go home. They accepted the fact he was not going to let them go and acted as rebellious teenagers in silence.

The whole time he was cleaning her cage, she stared at him with gleaming, stark eyes, and he found himself staring back to make sure she was not about to make any sudden movements that would be a danger to his health.

A weak EM field touched his own, but the emotion inside it was strong. It was filled with rage, hate, sadness, loneliness, and worst of all a promise. He could practically hear her speaking to him as if they were communicating via mental link.

I'm going to kill you.

He emptied and washed out the last of the blood, keeping their gaze locked until he sealed the cage. He had never known humans to have an EM field, but it was most likely a side effect from the nanites' modifications. Or perhaps Brianna was right and what she did was magic? No. Impossible. Such a thing did not exist.

xXx

I believe in good dragons that seek justice, that steal girls only because they want the jewelry they're wearing, that read books and write stories, that perform magic; they're basically the wise wizards of the animal kingdom, even though they're not real.