A/N: I would have had this up yesterday, but I was too busy celebrating AMERICA DAY with my family to do so.

By anyway, here we go with chapter 3. Enjoy.


It didn't take long before more of those monsters began to show up. They were coming out of the buildings and through the streets. But these ones were different than the first one. These ones were walking on all four limbs and were constantly snarling and licking their teeth with their tongues. Some of which were slightly bigger and had more armor than others. They reminded Arcee of a long dead Decepticon named Carnivac.

There were also a few larger ones. They too stood on all fours, and were a lot larger and bulkier than the smaller ones, and they too varied in size and armor. There were also a lot of them. Several packs of them were slowly approaching from multiple directions, as if they weren't sure what to think of their target and were being cautious.

She heard several snares around them, and turned around to see more of them. Many of them had their teeth and claws stained red, much like the liquid from the slain creatures. She quickly spun around in multiple directions with her arm blades extended, careful not to leave one flank unobserved for too long. This was not good. She didn't know their combat capabilities and they outnumbered her by several dozen to one.

"Come on..." one of the things tilted its head as she spoke. "Come on… I'm right here. What are you slagging waiting for?" Whether these things were coordinating an attack or were waiting for an opening she didn't know. But she wasn't going to get caught off guard.

Suddenly she heard a roar much louder than the others coming from behind her. She spun around with her arm blades extended outwards. Her assumption was correct as one of the Carnivac type beasts was leaping towards her. But she swung too high and missed. The beast dug its claws and teeth into her leg. It did little to damage her, but it felt like scraplets were trying to dig into her.

With a war cry mixed with pain, she tore the beast off and threw it to a nearby building and through a wall. She didn't know if that killed it, but it was enough to signal the rest to attack. With loud roars, they all charged her. She combat rolled towards where they were the thinnest, and double slashed forward. She cut three of them in half and ran forward a bit and turned around to face the rest of the hoard. More of them charged her and were cut down as easily as the first few.

One of the larger bulky ones charged with one of the smaller ones. The larger one was a lot stronger than the other's as expected. She couldn't cut clean through it with one swipe, but she was able to leave a deep gash in it. It didn't get back up.

Something moving fast hit her in the back of her leg, causing her to fall backwards on the floor. She couldn't get up in time before she got swarmed by those things. She screamed at the pain of them trying to claw and tear her apart. She then quickly rolled over several times, getting them off of her and crushing a few. She quickly got up and saw the thing that blindsided her.

This creature had stubby legs and long tusks. Its appearance reminded her of the Decepticon Snarler. It roared at her and cramped up into a ball. It spun in place, picking up speed before rushing towards her. She rolled out of the way and once it passed she turned and ran after it. When it finally stopped rolling, it couldn't turn in time before getting sliced in two.

More roars caught her attention. She looked all around her and saw more of those things coming. From the buildings, through the streets, from the alleyways, from the rooftops. There seemed to be no end to them. But Arcee wasn't going to give up. Those monsters slaughtered these creatures. Organic sparklings included. If she ran away then they could go and cause more of the same death and destruction else where. She couldn't allow that.

She wouldn't allow it.

"Is that all you got?!" She taunted them. Almost as if they knew, some of them roared louder and angrier as they charged her. "Ragh!" She met their charge with a battle cry.

She kept on fighting. She didn't know for how long, but she fought on against the seemingly endless horde. Dozens upon dozens of more times the monsters charged her, and dozens upon dozens of more times she cut and crushed them down. She kept going until finally the last one fell. The only noise heard was her rapid intake and exhale of air to cool her systems from overheating.

As she retracted her arm blades and now had the time to efficiently observe her surroundings, she noticed something. Despite the massive fight she just had, there were no bodies to be seen anywhere. She quickly turned to her fresh kills and her eyes widened. The bodies were quickly decaying, evaporating into a black mist. They were gone moments later. She took one last look over the battlefield before looking back at where the bodies once were.

She crouched down to one knee and rubbed her hand on the spot where the monster once was. "What are you?" She asked herself as she stared at her palm, as if she expected to see some kind of residue from the beast. If not for the scratches, pain, and the torn up ground she would have thought the whole fight was some kind of hallucination.

Arcee then stood up and checked the surrounding area. She had an inkling, little feeling in the back of her head that there were more of them. She wasn't sure that she got all of them. There could still be more in the town or in the surrounding forest. They definitely would have heard the sounds of the fighting and at least some of them would no doubt come and investigate.

She saw movement off in the distance down a street. It was quick and whatever it was moved out of sight before she could identify what it was, but it was obvious it was another one of those monsters. She wanted to charge down the street to take it out, but the more rational side thought of a better plan. The beast was no doubt already coming towards her, why not set an ambush and wait?

She smirked as she transformed and drove behind a wall on the side of the street. Once there, she purposefully knocked down a piece of debris on top of her and tipped herself over on her side. It was a common trick she played with the Vehicons. She would be in her alt mode and play dead to avoid detection or to catch them off guard once they passed her. These monsters seemed to walk past the damaged vehicles without a care, so it should work here as well.

Arcee waited for several minutes before she began to hear footsteps approaching. She immediately noticed something was off. These footsteps seemed lighter than usual, and out of place for something that was supposed to walk on four limbs. That had to mean it wasn't one of those things. But if not one of them…

Something then slowly walked out from the corner of the street. Arcee almost gasped. It was one of those bipedal creatures! One of them was still alive! But it looked like it was in pain.

The clothes on its body had numerous cuts and holes in them. Red liquid stained the clothes, mainly around some of the cuts. Water appeared to have stained its cheeks and eyes. Its chest heaved back and forth rapidly with each panicked breath as it looked around the square rapidly in a panic.

"Hello?" it called out. "Anyone?"

It spoke in another language, so different from any Cybertronian dialects Arcee had ever heard, yet she was able to understand him. How was that possible? 'Wait… that small device!' Arcee thought. 'Did I learn their language and not realize it?' She didn't have time to analyse what she downloaded, but it made sense.

Then it laid its eyes on her, and walked over.


Jaune Arc was scared. He was tired, hungry, thirsty, bleeding, covered in sweat, hurt all over, and most of all he just wanted to go home.

Jaune was a thirteen year old boy who grew up in one of Vale's outer towns to the east called Camaron. He had three older sisters; Joan, and the twins Jessica and Jeremiah, and he had four younger sisters; Jenny, June, and the twins Jade and June.

His father and oldest sister were a huntsman and huntress respectively. Growing up, he was fascinated by the tales they would tell about their hunts and fights against the Grimm. He wanted to be just like them, but his parents were strictly against the idea, and his sisters were with them.

Currently, he was in Rorke's Drift, a trading hub town south of Camaron, and historically one of the first battlegrounds between Vale and Minstral during the Great War. He traveled there with Joan, she wanted to visit some friends and he hoped to learn something for a history paper he had to write and find a gift for June's upcoming eighth birthday.

On their second day there, things started to turn for the worst. In, the afternoon, as if out of nowhere, Grimm activity spiked sporadically in the surrounding areas. The town thankfully had a capable militia, a ton of Atlesian Knight 133 droids, and a few huntsmen and huntresses, including his sister, to keep the Grimm back. But the bulk of the horde was still out there and Vale ordered many of the towns and villages in the area to evacuate.

The following day, which was today in fact, airships from Vale and bullheads from the Atlas military outpost arrived in waves to evacuate the town's inhabitants until the Grimm threat was put under control. The droids would be left behind to try and thin the Grimm's numbers for the counter attack force. Just as the last wave of transports was loaded with the last of the town's people, including Jaune and his sister, the Nevermores arrived.

Chaos set in instantly. The pilots tried to take off as quickly as they could just as the Nevermores fired a barrage of their feathers. Four transports were hit by the razor sharp projectiles. Two were taken down. One exploded in flames while the other crash landed, leaving its surviving occupants at the mercy of the Grimm. A third was hit but it kept flying.

The fourth, the one that Jaune was in, got grazed by a feather, tearing part of the side open. Another feather hit, causing the ship to ricochet and making Jaune and a soldier fall out. Thankfully they weren't as high as the other ships so the fall wasn't that bad, but they couldn't turn back to get them or they'd get taken down by the Nevermores. Jaune slowly recovered and shook the daze from his head, just in time to see a Beowolf tackle the soldier.

The soldier killed the monster, but not before it tore through and crippled his legs. Jaune rushed to help but he couldn't do much. With more Grimm approaching, the soldier held up his rifle and told him to run. And that's what he did.

Jaune grabbed the gun by the leather strap and ran away as fast as his feet would carry him. Away from the downed soldier. Away from the downed ships. Away from the gunfire. Away from the screams. He doesn't remember the rest, it was all a blur to him. All he knew was that he was huddled on the second floor of a ruined building.

He tried his best to remain stoic, to hide his emotions so the Grimm wouldn't find him, just like mom and dad taught him. But over time, the reality of the situation slowly dawned on him, and he slowly began to break down. Tears slowly began to leave his eyes.

"I'm gonna die here," he managed to choke out. "Oh God I'm going to die here." His breathing became more sporadic. "Joan, June… I'm never going to see them again." He gripped his head with both hands. "I'm never going to see any of them again." His voice started to crack.

A small, sad smile started to form on his face. "This is why they didn't want me to," he mumbled to himself, letting a chuckle escape through his lips, "why they never wanted me to follow in their footsteps, isn't it?"

His body tensed up when he heard the growling and footsteps of Grimm right outside. "I'm going to die here." His mind then flashed to the bodies he ran past. They were all torn and cut apart by claw and fang. The bodies were never fully in one piece, and the victims' faces all showing pain and fear as their last expressed emotions. "Not like this… not like this…" the footsteps grew louder, "please not like this." His eyes then slowly opened and he looked down at the object griped tightly in his hands.

That gun started to look real friendly. The Grimm no doubt would have taken their time tearing him apart, leaving him alive for many agonizing moment, drinking in his pain and misery before going in for the killing blow. On the other hand, a single bullet would be quick and painless.

"Am...am I really considering this?!" He couldn't believe it. He was actually contemplating suicide! How could he even think that?! What would his family think if they found him like that?!

Grrrrrrrrrrr

...what would his family think if they found his mutilated body? As much as he didn't want to admit it, he wasn't going to get out of this alive.

With shaky hands, he slowly lifted the gun up. He was hyperventilating and tears were flowing from his eyes like waterfalls. He finally managed to point the barrel at his forehead, a clear head shot for a quick kill. The gun rattled in his hands and he muttered his final goodbyes to his family as his thumb reached for the trigger. "G-girls, p-please be strong for mom and dad." He flicked his thumb.

Click

Jaune's eyes shot open a moment later. "Huh?"

click click click

Empty. The gun was empty. "What?" He looked under and saw that there was no magazine in the gun. "What! How it had one when he gave it to m-... oh." He remembered now, he tripped on the street when he ran away from the crash. He must have accidentally hit the mag release button.

He didn't have time to try and comprehend his stupidity when he heard the heavy footsteps and growls right outside the window. His body tensed up and he dug in scared as he counted down his fate.

ROOOOOAAAAARRRRRRR

BOOM

Jaune flinched at the loud boom. "What was th-" he was cut off by a loud chorus of Grimm roars. Outside he heard a parade of footsteps running… away from him? A small speck of courage built up inside him as he slowly peeked out the window. On the streets below, swarms of Grimm were running towards the crash site, where the sounds of battle could just barely be heard, along with a loud feminine battle cry.

Jaune's breath steadied as his eyes started to shine. "A huntress." His lips slowly curled up. "Oh my god it's a huntress!" He ran down the stairs, gun in hand and hope rising within. "I'm not gonna die," he muttered happily. "I'm not gonna die, I'm not gonn-" with a startled gasp he dove to the side behind a couch.

When he approached the main door, the large paw of an Ursa came into view. The large Grimm paused for a moment to look inside through the door before continuing to where the fighting was.

"Idiot," Jaune muttered to himself, still hiding behind the couch, "I'm a freaking idiot." Now that he thought about it, charging out there to the huntress was a bad idea. For starters, the Grimm were still out there. Charging towards the huntress or not, they'll take a moment to make a quick snack out of him. And even if he made it to the square, he'd be nothing but a nuisance. He had no aura or combat training, so he most likely would have gotten in her way, which could get both of them killed.

So he decided to do the smart thing and wait for the sounds of battle to die down before making his way over. He didn't know how long he waited, but the sounds of battle finally died down into nothing. He then cautiously left the building and started making his way over to the square, where hopefully his savior awaited.

Along the way, he found where he tripped and found the gun magazine lying on the ground. He picked it up, brushed off some dirt from it, and put it in the rifle. And then he took it out and put it back in the right way. He then cocked back the charging handle, and nodded as it gave a satisfying cla-click after chambering a round. He felt like a badass for a moment, before taking a step forward and falling flat on his face because he tripped on his shoelace

Slowly trekking his way down the street, he eventually arrived at the square. "Hello?" He called out while looking around, but saw no one. "Anyone?" Where did she go? Was she killed? No, then there would be a body and the Grimm would still be around. Frantically looking around the square, and doing his best to not look at the crashed ships and the dead that surrounded them, he was about to call out again when something to his left caught his eye.

It was a motorcycle with a blue metal finish. The front windshield was cracked and it was covered in warps, dents, and scratched paint. In addition, it was covered in brick and dust, but the debris on top of it looked like they were there for a while, so this couldn't have belonged to the huntress. Something told him that the motorcycle was still usable, that he could use it to escape.

He put the rifle's strap over his shoulder and went to clean the debris off the bike. "Huh… well, you don't look so bad," Jaune muttered to himself. He then heaved the bike up right, taking a moment to admire it and then hopped over it and sat on the seat.

"Alright… here's the brake, that's the ignition, e-brake, throttle, speedometer. Man it's a good thing I watched that Spruce Willis movie a hundred times or I wouldn't know what I'm doing." Jaune took what knowledge he had and put his hands on the ignition which thankfully had a key in it.

"Please work," Jaune whispered with closed eyes. "Please for the love of Oum work." He tried once and he got nothing. He tried again and the engine roared to life. "Haha, yes! Thank you!" Jaune shouted in excitement.

His celebration was cut short when he heard growling behind him. "Uh oh," turning around he saw four Beowolfs moving towards him. "Alright time to go!" He gripped the handlebars and accelerated forward down the street as the Grimm gave chase, completely unaware of the motorcycle's true being.


A/N: So Arcee and Jaune are now together, but they're not out of the woods yet.

Also transformers do in fact inhale and exhale air to cool their systems down (like breathing). I didn't believe at first until Cyberleader2000 pointed it out on the wiki.

So what did you guys think? Like it? Hate it? Think something can be improved? Want to give me a moral boost? Leave a review, all criticism is welcomed.

And special thanks to Cyberleader2000 and Austin Ga Kill for beta-ing.

Thanks again for reading. Have a good day :)