Hello my minions! I have been busy writing stuff for school, so sorry about the lateness of the chapter.

Oh, here's the tally for the next story:

Ratchet: 3

Barricade: 3

Sideswipe: 2

Knockout: 1

Seekers (Any of the Trine): 1

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STORYTIME


CYAN

Fire burned through Cyan's veins, as her flesh began to ripple. Red and black vines of muscle ripped out of her skin, attaching themselves around her, suspending her in the air. Cyan twisted around in agony, as more came out of her skin, and began to encase her in a cocoon.

The burning feeling was excruciating, ripping her senses into faint shreds. She screamed in agony, as her flesh was ripped, hardening into an exoskeleton. The material became black and dull. The pain stopped rippling through her slightly. With a sick slurping noise, the cocoon retreated into her body, this time without pain.

Cyan dropped to the floor, unable to stand. Her skin felt different, slippery in a way. She crawled over to a pool of water that lay not far from where she had fallen. She lifted her head and stared at her reflection in horror.

A black exo-skin had covered her body, red traces rippling inside it, pulsing with energy. Cyan pushed away from pool, in horror.

"No….This-this wasn't supposed to happen! Why….why did this happen?" She had begun to stutter from the shock.

"This is a horrible dream….Yea, that's it. A dream. Because that is the only way I can look like the unholy spawn of an Xeno-morph and Alex Mercer." She left the room, heading for a mirror. As she arrived, she saw her skin was still the same.

I wish it would change back. The red vines suddenly shot out of Cyan, making her yelp in surprise. They briefly rippled along her body, before returning into her body.

Cyan looked back into the mirror, her face contorting with shock. Her own body was back! She spun, lifting her shirt. Yup, it was still there!

Cyan's eyes began to sparkle, and she began to experiment with how subtly she could switch between the two forms.

After mastering the art of quick changing, as she had termed it, a random thought appeared. Geez, thank goodness the bots didn't see me…THE BOTS!

Cyan raced out of the cavern, and out into a small clearing. "Crap, where could they be?"


AUTOBOTS

Jetfire scanned the ground from above, attempting to find where Cyan had gotten to. Sunstreaker and Sideswipe were following the trail of blood on the ground, in an attempt at locating her.

: Optimus, we lost the trail. It appears to just stop. : Optimus sighed at the com from Sideswipe.

: Keep looking. There must be something there. : Jetfire tuned them out, as he picked up a faint muttering.

"Where on earth am I? Wait, forget that! What am I going to tell the bots?" Jetfire spun his vehicle around in midair, which is no easy feat, and flew towards the voice. It was distinctly Cyan's voice.

A large clearing came into view, a small figure lying in the middle of it. He landed on the other side of the clearing, watching her. She appeared to be ranting.

: Found her. : Jetfire com-ed Prime and the others, giving them directions to where she was.

: I see… We will arrive momentarily. : Prime answered back almost immediately, his engine revving over the com.

Soon the Autobots all pulled up, and caught the tail end of her rant. "…And on top of that, how do I tell the Autobots? It's not like I can just walk up to them and say, 'Hey, I fight undead monsters that trying to destroy all life on Earth!' Yeah, 'cause that'll work!"

"Actually, it did." Sunstreaker's voice came from behind her, startling her. She spun around, paling at the sight of all of the Autobots.

"…..How much of that did you hear?" She looked more nervous than a Caticon in a room full of Rocking chairs!

"Only th' verah end, Cyan." Jazz reassured her of it. She looked immensely relieved by this, making the bots worry slightly.


CYAN

Cyan breathed out a small sigh of relief, before stiffening up again. "I guess you saw the Hospital, huh? Are you mad at me?"

Prime looked down at her, optics alight with some emotion. Jetfire was watching her with sorrow, as were the twins. "We could not hate you, for we have seen what you fight."

Skids and Mudflap decided to make themselves known at that moment. "Yea' thos' thingys freakah!" They chimed in unison. Cyan gave a sad smile.

"They once were just a variation of the Were species like me, but the virus got a hold of the antibodies, and transformed them. All of the attempts at stopping the virus so far have been unsuccessful, and the virus has a mortality rate of 150%."

"How is there an extra 50%?" Sideswipe asked.

Cyan looked up at them. "The extra 50% is the people they kill."


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