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Italics mean memories, thoughts, or stressed words.

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Chapter II: Memories

The laboratory was exactly as she had left it: clean, sterilized, and utterly boring. A small sigh passed over her lips as she made her way down the hallways. Her sneakers scuffed against the floors and the irritating squeaks echoed all around her. "Where is everybody though?" She murmured as she looked around. Normally everyone was running around like chickens with their heads cut off, but it was eerily quiet today.

That was until she heard the most God awful noise come from a room down the hallway. The blood chilling scream made her freeze like a deer caught in the headlights. She found herself wanting to run or block out the horrible sound, and just as she was about to do the latter it ended as suddenly as it began. Now not only was she frightened, but now she was curious. Her eyes were locked on the door labeled, "WARNING: ONLY AUTHORIZED PERSONNEL BEYOND THIS POINT," in big red lettering.

She glanced around expecting to see someone rush to the room, but no one came. Hillary turned as if to walk away, but paused as she looked at the door. It beckoned for her, and it was then she noticed she was walking toward it. Her brain screamed for her to stop and turn around, but her legs seemed to have gained a mind of their own and kept her going at a steady pace. She lightly bit on her bottom lip as she stood in front of the door. Then she pushed it open.

Bright light flooded her vision. Oh God, the screams. Something exploded. There was pain all around her. She was lost in the agony and found her voice joining with the cry she had heard in the hallway. Her eyes widened a slight fraction as realization dawned on her. She had been the one screaming when she was in the hallway. "Make it stop, please!" Hillary begged as pain raced down her spine. She covered her ears as if to block it out, but of course it didn't work.

Then it happened. Her muscles began to shift and expand. Bones sickeningly cracked and moved within her as she began to change. Her vision became so much clearer and yet it was so wrong and bizarre. Her strangled cry of agony escaped as a wavering howl of despair. Voices! Clapping! What the hell? Confused she staggered to her feet and tried to see the other people, but they weren't there. Was she imagining it? No. It was getting louder!

Now she was pissed. She snarled and lunged at no one in particular. Her teeth tore into someone's throat and she reveled in the sensation of blood flowing down her jowls. Their life was in her hands, and the power was invigorating. Screams echoed around her and made her release her prey with a growl of annoyance. Then she was running. Where to, she had no idea, but she didn't really care. She could never run this fast before! It was awesome!

Suddenly she was outside and racing through a field. The earth beneath her feet was wet with dew, and she relished her own power and might. She leaped over a six foot tall fence as if it were a small hop, and then disappeared into a small section of woods. She kept going until she came upon a small hill overlooking the city. She was about to enjoy the view when the sun rose. A whimper passed over her lips, and then she was screaming all over again.

Bones cracked, muscles shrank, and soon she was nothing more than a shivering heap on the still wet grass.

Her eyes snapped open as she sat up suddenly and looked around with wide eyes. Her heart was going ninety miles an hour and adrenaline coursed through her veins. It took a few moments for her to regain her bearings, but once she had she slumped in the cab's seat. "Why the hell do I have that dream anyways?" Hillary growled as she scowled. Her features softened as she thought, But what if it isn't a dream? What if it's a memory, and the only way you can remember it is through dreamin'? Still… She bit her bottom lip. If it is a memory, then I killed someone, and that makes me a murderer.

A shiver ran down her spine as she rubbed her arms. "No time for that now, Hill," She murmured as she looked out the window. "You gotta find some grub and then get goin' as fast as you can." Her eyes were about to slip shut when she noticed a sleek, black SUV parked just across the street. Fear laced up her spine as she stiffened. "Fuck! How'd they find me?" She whispered softly while she couldn't help but stare at the SUV. She unconsciously tightened her grip on the armrest while her breath quickened. Her heart raced as she saw two men in black suits and sunglasses get out of the car…

And head straight toward her.

"Oh God, oh God, FUCK! What the hell am I gonna do?!" She said shrilly while her eyes glanced about wildly in the truck's cab. She turned her head and watched in horror as they produced wire cutters and began to demolish a part of the chain link fence. She turned her attention to the truck and began to desperately look around for keys. "Oh come on, man! There's gotta be some way that I can get out of here!" Hillary whined. She screamed as the door handle rattled and her eyes met with the cold shades of one of the agents. Something strange happened then.

The door flew open on its own accord and hit the man right in the chest. He flew backward with a cry of surprise before skidding on the ground. The door suddenly slammed, locked, and the sound of a revving engine filled the cab. Her eyes widened in shock as the seatbelt slid down around her and then clicked signaling she was locked in. Her nails bit into the leather as the eighteen wheeler began to drive away. A small yelp escaped her as it drove through the locked gates, got on the road, and kept going. She watched the men in the rear view mirror as they ran to their SUV and gave chase.

"Are you alright?" A voice murmured in the cab. She looked around wildly before noticing that the radio flashed every time the voice spoke. "…The wheeler is talking to me. Holy frickin' crap the wheeler is talking!" She sputtered and wheezed. The girl spazzed for a couple more seconds, and then promptly fainted inside of the cab due to the shock of her situation. Optimus Prime sighed, and then opened up his comm link.

"Ratchet?"

"What is it, Optimus?"

"Prepare the Med Bay."

"Whatever for?"

"…We have company." Before Ratchet could respond he turned off the link and turned his optics upon the girl inside of him. Another, human-like sigh escaped him before he turned his attention back to the road. He had a long drive ahead of him.