Okay, starting on the third chapter. What do you think is going to happen in this one? Hopefully it'll be exciting.

Oh, and the whole 'relating to the characters' thing.... highly unlikely since they were trained to be killers. They are a bit on the bitter and psychotic side after everything that's been done to them.

Disclaimer: I don't own Transformers, I only own the GENESIS.


Chapter Three

Thirty-Two was tired and out of breath. It was only a matter of time before she was captured... which would be soon.

She staggered into something that was made out of some sort of thin metal and it crunched beneath her. Out of it spilled the contents of food and other things that she was unable to describe, but it made her sensitive nose wrinkle in disgust. It smelled horrible.

"Nowhere to run now," A voice snarled from above her. "I finally have you."

Thirty-two didn't even bother to see who it was. She already knew it was one of her pursuers. She gave a soft yelp when she felt the electricity course through her body as they ensured that she could no longer move. Her green eye caught a tint of metal reflecting off of the moon light and heard the buzzing sound associated with the type of tazer they used on them when they were back in the Fortress.

"I hate you." The girl managed to growl.

There was a snort followed by a chuckle. She shivered at her pursuer's touch when he placed his hand on her head and pulled her up roughly by her hair. There was a click and she felt something shoved to the side of her head.

"You know, I hate you freaks too. What in the hell were those stupid scientists' thinking when they decided to create some stronger, faster, smarter human huh?" She winced when he tightened his grip. "We were meant to be the best, not some created lab toy."

"I never wanted to be in a lab..." Thirty-Two gasped out. "It's because of you sick humans that I was there in the first place!"

Next thing she knew, she was thrown onto the ground. She laughed to softly to herself; giggling when the man kicked her on to her back. Death wasn't so bad; she recalled Thirty-Nine telling her and the others. But it meant that they would just become failed experiments. Just like the ones who didn't fulfill the expectations of the white coats. And if that happened, what impact would it ever had? None. They really didn't exist.

There was a crack and Thirty-Two felt something fall onto her feet.

She had no idea what weapon the pursuer was using, but she was pretty certain that it didn't do that.

"You okay?" Thirty-Two's eyes widened. That was definitely not the pursuer's voice, but she did recognize it. It belonged to...

Thirty-Nine's face came into view, her blue eyes showing annoyance as she scanned Thirty-Two to make sure that she wasn't actually hurt.

"Th-thirty-Nine?" Thirty-Two stammered as the mentioned girl pulled roughly on her hand and helped her into a sitting position."B-but... how?"

"You're just lucky Ren could sense you in the area other wise you would've been beyond help. As for your soon to be killer..." She smiled darkly. "You may want to look down by your legs."

Thirty-Two did just that and her eyes widened. The pursuer was dead; his head twisted at an angle that was unnatural for humans.

"You... killed him?" She asked timidly.

The other girl rolled her eyes and nodded. "I did. No offense, but he was going to kill you."

Thirty-Two nodded, staring at the body. There was a grin that she could easily compare to the trainers' plastered on his face. A shiver ran down her spine and she kicked the pursuer's body away in disgust.

"Don't worry... I made sure he died quickly." Thirty-Two blushed. Thirty-Nine knew that she wasn't that fond of killing... even though she despised and hated everyone at the Fortress like the rest of the GENESIS. Even when Thirty-Two had thoughts of battering them, breaking their limbs... killing them was something else entirely. Which was maybe why she had been wounded in the first place during the escape. "I can't say if he would have done the same thing to you though. Sounded like Thunder."

Thirty-Two flinched. Thunder had been an alias for one of the worst humans she had the misfortune to ever know. He was the one who disposed of the failures. And he enjoyed doing it, going so far as to go up to them and predict who would be the next one to be 'screwed'.

Thirty-Nine bent down and rummaged through the man's clothing. She took several documents as well as the weapons specifically designed to detain them.

"Come on." She said, standing up. "Let's go before the human police arrive and catch us."


Even though she didn't say it out loud, Alex was relieved to finally find another of the GENESIS. It was a good thing too, considering that Thirty-Two was literally seconds away from death via mad man.

They quickly met up with Esa and Ren who seemed very happy to see her; Esa hugged her tightly while Ren just smiled.

Esa tried to come up with names for Thirty-Two but the girl shook her head at all of them. Alex had to remind Esa that it was up to the girl to decide since she would be the one who would have to live with the name.

But before that they had to leave the city. There were probably more pursuers around and adding to the body count would make things suspicious for the human law enforcement. And the last thing they needed was their attention.

On the second day after meeting up with Thirty-Two, they arrived in a place called Tranquility.

Hopefully, they wouldn't have to deal with any trouble there.

Unfortunately, they were VERY VERY wrong about that.


I know, no Autobots. But I promise they'll be in the second story. I just wanted to put in how the GENESIS are forced to live: run from their pursuers, try and survive in a human world, ect.

In the next story, I'll introduce Prowl and the Lamborghini twins! Fun!