Me: So...couldn't stay away so here's the next chapter.

Epps: Bwahaha knew you wouldn't last, pay up Lennox!

Lennox: *Grumbles and hands Epps 20 dollars* I so hate you right now. You know I might just make you do some extra drills...

Epps: *Pales* Haha...Agent doesn't own Transformers only the plot and her OC's! So you use em she'll hunt you down! *Runs from Lennox like that devil's chasing him*

Me: You had a lot fun freaking him out like that didn't you?

Lennox: Maybe.

Legend:

::Comlink::

Cybertronian

Dreams/Thoughts

~Time and place~

~Dream/Memory~

There was a massive boom, like that of an explosion. The plant had blown. Dad was gone, as was Alex. The radiation wave was coming, quickly. The car flipped. My stomach hurt like acid was being poured on it. What happened? That's right I was stabbed by my dad's boss, Turner. That bastard! Looking in the side mirror I see the radiation wave coming. I'm going to die. It's that simple. It hits, all I feel is so much pain. My brown, straight hair is blown into my face, wait it's turning into a turquoise/aqua colour. Suddenly I black out.

~Present, Alice Springs, Northern Territory, Australia~

Bolting upright in my bed I feel that I'm covered in sweat, gross. Knowing that I'm not going to go back to sleep I look at my bedside clock, 3:25 am, blared right at me. Sighing I got up and went to go and have a shower, the water relaxing my muscles. I'm so relaxed that I start to sing, something I don't do often.

I found god,

On the corner of First and Amistad.

Where the west,

Was all but won.

All alone,

smoking his last cigarette.

I said "Where you been?"

He said "Ask anything".

Where were you,

When everything was falling apart?

All my days,

Were spent by the telephone,

That never rang.

And all I needed was a call,

That never came.

From the corner of First and Amistad,

Lost and insecure.

You found me, you found me,

Lying on the floor.

Surrounded, surrounded,

Why'd you have to wait?

Where were you, where were you?

Just a little late,

You found me, you found me.

In the end,

Everyone ends up alone.

Losing her,

The only one who's ever known.

Who I am,

Who I'm not, and who I want to be.

No way to know,

How long she'll be next to me.

Lost and insecure,

You found me, you found me.

Lying on the floor,

Why'd you have to wait?

Where were you, where were you?

Just a little late,

You found me, you found me.

Early mornings,

The city breaks.

I've been calling,

For years and years and years and years.

And you never left me no messages,

You never sent me no letters.

You've got some kind of nerve,

Taking all I want.

Lost and insecure,

You found me, you found me.

Lying on the floor,

Where were you, where were you?

Lost and insecure,

You found me, you found me.

Lying in the floor,

Surrounded, surrounded.

Why'd you have to wait?

Just a little late.

You found me, you found me.

Why'd you have to wait,

To find me, to find me?

The Fray were one of my favorite bands but nothing beats a good ol' session with Maroon 5, The script and/or Coldplay. Jumping out of the shower I grab my towel and start to dry off and get dressed into my skinny jeans and orange singlet. Moving the towel to dry my hair I freeze, my once brown hair was now Aqua, naturally. It wasn't just my hair that changed that day, 10 years ago I was in a freak accident - more like fucking sabotage! Accident my arse, Turner knew that they were serious readings and he tried to kill me. I survived being blasted for six minuets in pure Uranium, I most certainly changed that day. Suddenly my towel caught fire. "Fucking hell! this is the 12th towel this week!" Dropping the towel to the floor to finish burning I went to grab a new one so I could dry my hair. Fire, a beauty to those who understand it and know it's nature and respect it, a power I have control over. Water being the next one, that's what my hair represents. My eyes represent fire, they're a deep red almost like a blood red. The cool thing about them is that they turn black when I'm mad. Which mind you takes a fair bit.

Moving out of the bathroom I turn on my computer and wait for it to load. Moving to my kitchen I grab a banana and plum, I love plums like it's no ones business, strawberries, mango and some Greek yogurt I go back to the computer. "Hmmm maybe it's time for change." Going onto Google, I then type in houses in Tranquility, Nevada. Picking a house I email the realty company, with an almost instant reply. Soon I had paid with the money I got from working, government grants and from my father's will. Well I've gotten about three dad's. Foster care does that. My last foster carer was an ex-military and still had his rifle. He taught me how to shoot, clean, take it apart and put it back together in under a minuet. He also didn't have any family left so he left me his inheritance. My first foster carer was a single father with a four year old daughter, divorced his wife from abuse. He trained me military style, I asked he didn't force me. Anyway he brought some friends home one night and they had one to many drinks, well the friends did and I was raped. Not fun. But life sucks and if it gives you lemons, make some lemonade! Anyway he sent me back to the foster system and paid for counseling sessions, regret money, forget what it's called but I call it regret money because that's exactly what it is, and my education. Anyway I then got on the phone to the US embassy here in Australia, that's right bitches I'm an Aussie! Live in Alice Springs, NT have for most of my life. Lived in Darwin for a while there too. After my chat to the embassy I got an email from them with the forms to become a US citizen. Filling them out, I emailed them back along with any other details they'd need. Soon, and by soon I mean about a month later, I got the letter saying I had permission to move and become an American citizen. Look out US, trouble's gonna find ya!

~International Airport, Darwin, 2 months later~

"Flight QF2725 to Tranquility, Nevada, America your flight is now boarding at gate 12. Please make your way to the gate and have your boarding passes and documentation ready." A woman called over the intercom. Getting up I grabbed my carry on and made my way on to the plane. After settling I looked around and found myself looking at empty seats, I don't have any flight buddies! Turning my head again I look out the window. "Ma'am?" I heard somewhere close by, the flight attendant was looking at me with a scared look. "Ma'am the security guys want to have a word with you."

"Okay, I take it they're at the front of the plane?" She merely nodded her head and I proceeded to roll my eyes. Getting up I had adults looking at me like I was an alien and children pointing saying how cool my hair was. As I got to the front I saw the security guys. "Heard you wanted a word with me gentlemen?"

One on the security guys was a taken back by my appearance. "Yes ma'am. We found in your luggage shot guns without the proper casing and forms. We'll need you to come with us." Oh hell no, I was not about to miss this flight.

"I won't need to go with you. Here's the paperwork saying I have the weapons and if you're still not happy just take them and destroy them. I only own them as a self-defense tool only." Handing over the paperwork they look it over. Nodding they look it over.

"Ma'am we understand that that's their purpose and thank you for having the paperwork on hand, however, we will need to take them and destroy them." The other security guard stated.

"That's fine, take them, destroy them." Damn I liked those guns. Oh well. "Can I just ask that it be done quickly and that my luggage make it on this flight. It's been delayed enough by me." earning more nods and the security people looking me up and down, sizing me up. I was wearing my camouflage pants and a black singlet, I also had black wrap around bracelets on each arm and a bandanna keeping my hair back.

"No problem ma'am, your luggage is making it's way onto the flight as was speak. Thank you for your co-operation." They both turned to leave. Once I turned I had two of the flight attendants looking at me.

"What do I have something on my face?" I asked innocently.

"N-no, it's just most people panic when they face security. Particularly with the topic they asked you about." The one near the door stated. I saw the guy seated closest to her perk up to attention, the type of military attention. Interesting.

"Meh, when you've been in my life you get used to it. I've also trained to not panic that easily. That also included watching my surroundings." At this the guy looked at me sharply. Meeting my gaze he steeled his frame. "Yeah, I saw you perk up to military standard of attention seated on a plane." With that I walked back to my seat. Sighing I banged my head gently against the window. "Damn it I liked those guns." I muttered to myself. With that I sat back as the plane took off.

So here it is. Chapter 2. As already mentioned I'll read all and any reviews, including flames. However, flames will be dealt with accordingly.