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Chapter III: Introductions

Music was booming all around her. The rhythmic pulse sent vibrations through her as she stepped onto a small platform overlooking a rave. Her head lightly bobbed to the beat as she slowly made her way down the steps. A smile graced her lips as she weaved her way through the grinding crowd. Finding her own place among them she let out a small whoop and joined them. It was an amazing experience to say the least as she raised her arms and gyrated with the masses.

She did not know how long she had been there, but the music cut off suddenly. Her eyes, once closed, opened as she looked around in confusion. To her utter horror the main doors kicked open and the men in black stormed in. There were so many! She glanced around in hopes of finding an escape route, but there were none. Hillary looked up, and her eyes caught sight of the full moon. Everything seemed to quiet and slow down as she looked at it.

There was a new pulse suddenly coursing through her. It was louder than the music she had been sashaying to, and blaring compared to her heartbeat. Then everything happened so fast. She was suddenly wild and free. The shackles of society fell from her as she felt the change happen all over again. There was a voice crying out over her, but she paid it no heed. There was only this need, this want, this /desire/ to transform and kill them all. A horrible, guttural growl echoed in the large room and then she was on them.

Hillary lunged at the nearest man. The hate she felt for him was overwhelming. Kill him, a voice in her mind said and she obeyed without hesitation. Her teeth tore into his tender throat. A feral pride surged through her as she felt his warm blood splash against her lips. Utter delight crossed over her as she /tore them to shreds./ The power was amazing! She felt herself almost smile as she gazed at the blood soaked walls. Then she turned her head and saw her reflection.

"NO!" Hillary yelled as she awoke in a cold sweat. She sat up quickly and felt dizziness sweep over her, but she didn't care. Her wide blue-green eyes glanced around at the unfamiliar surroundings nervously. Had the men finally caught her? "No." She mumbled as she shook her head and brought her hand to her face to cover her eyes. "They didn't. Damn truck came to life, kicked their sorry asses, and then stole me away," She whispered as she lifted her head and looked around.

It appeared she was in some old warehouse. She was sitting on a makeshift bed. As she brought her hand up to run through her hair, her fingers came in contact with some sort of cloth, and she stopped. As she brushed her fingertips against it she couldn't help but smile wryly. "So they bandaged me up, hm?" Curious now she looked at her hands and arms. Sure enough they were completely wrapped in bandages. "Now I look like one of those anime chicks," She laughed as she shook her head.

"Alrighty, Hill… Let's try this again, shall we? Up ya go!" She mumbled as she slowly rose to her feet. A small wave of nausea washed over her, but it soon dissipated and she was good as new. She looked over herself and found she still wore her old clothes. "So all they did was patch me up," She mumbled. "Speakin' of which who the heck is they?" She looked around but saw no one except what appeared to be a medical vehicle. "Wait a minute…" Hillary whispered as she eyed it suspiciously. Ever since her encounter with the truck cars seemed to be more than meets the eye. "Oi!" She called to the car. "You... uh... The guy who fixed me up?" There was no response. "Well fine then! I was just gonna say tha- JESUS CHRIST!" Before she could finish her small rant the car moved.

No it didn't move. It changed. Clicks and whirring gears echoed through the hollow building as what was once a car became a giant robot. Her eyes widened to the size of small saucers as she stared up at him. Then she slowly lifted her finger, pointed, and squeaked, "Big robot." The machine scowled (Could it? She couldn't tell from her current position) and snapped, "I'm an Autobot." Hillary nodded dumbly before she shook her head. "Woah wait a bloody moment! What's an Auto-what's-it, who're you, and where's the wheeler that brought me here? I want some ruttin' answers!" She stamped her foot childishly.

Ratchet narrowed his optics at the young woman. "I am an Autobot, my name is Ratchet, and he," The mechanical wonder lifted his hand to point behind her, "Is right there." Hillary felt her blood run cold as she slowly turned around. Before her was an even bigger robot. It was blue with red flames like the wheeler, and had a rather peculiar looking face. She stared. "My name is Optimus Prime," He rumbled, "Leader of the Autobots. Who are you?" She suddenly felt weak at the knees and forced herself to not faint and look at him. "Hillary…" She whispered. "Where am I?" The robot- Optimus, she reminded herself, let his hand move in a sweeping motion over the whole area as he replied, "You are at the Autobot's base."

Hillary felt her life had just turned for the worst as she saw another robot approach. When the big black one aimed a pair of wicked looking canons toward her, at the time she did not know it was in jest, she felt her heart leap to her throat. The ground suddenly rose up to meet her, and she briefly wondered if that was a giant hand sweeping up to catch her before all went dark. "Ironhide," Ratchet sighed. The black Autobot seemed sheepish, but did not apologize for his actions. Optimus Prime shook his head as he looked at the unconscious girl laying in the palm of his hand. He gently placed her in her bed before standing up and turning to Ratchet. He said, "Let me know when she awakens. I have questions for her." The medic nodded.

Optimus left the room, and Ironhide followed after Ratchet shot him one of his famous glares.