Chapter 1: Intro
Three years had passed since Petunia Dursley had opened the front door to find her nephew on the front step. Four year old Roman was asleep at the moment but not for very long. His aunt Petunia was awake and it was her shrill, screeching voice that made the first noise of the day.
"Up, get up" she shrieked as she passed, rapping her knuckles on the door.
Roman woke with a start. He was a light sleeper and had actually been awake since 05:00 hours. He had managed to sneak into the forest at the end of the street and had completed his daily morning workout without alerting his foul relatives. He'd remove and pack up the equipment before he left. This was personally fine by him. He didn't want them to know. Every other thing he had or liked to do was taken from him, so keeping his training a secret from them was a bonus.
"You up yet?" his aunt demanded from the kitchen
"Nearly" Roman replied
"Well hurry up. It's Duddy's birthday so it's Polish today," she said.
Roman groaned; June 26th, great. Not. He was so lucky his birthday had already passed April 18th. For his birthday, Roman had received a brand new pair of black and silver Bootleg trainers.
He rolled over onto his back and stretched causing him to wince slightly. His scars had pulled and the memory of last night's beating came to the front of his mind. Roman shuddered; he wanted to get away from the Dursleys. After two, nearly three, years of suffering in silence, he could not take the daily abuse heaped on him anymore. He had spent the last ten minutes waiting for his lovely and kind aunt to get up, watching a spider. Roman was used to spiders as the cupboard under the stairs was full of them and that was where he slept. Not for long though. He would be gone within the next two months. Well if everything went as planned. Roman had an olive complexion, messy black hair and blue-green-silver eyes. he was physically fit for his age standing at 3 foot 5 inches and weighing 6 kilograms.
He climbed out of the cupboard and went into the kitchen. Rolling his eyes at the amount of presents Dudley had received this year; he went about setting the smallish four-sided table for breakfast.
A few weeks before, Petunia, wracked by consuming grief, had told Roman the whole truth about his mixed heritage. Finding out he was the youngest and only biological son of Lucas and Gemma had been a shocking surprise. He had thought he was the son of James and Lily but no. His aunt had told him, his parents died in a brutal car fire when he was two-and-a-half months old in Detroit whilst his aunt and uncle had been victims of a double murder in Godric's Hollow.
He had researched his biological parent's backgrounds on the laptop kept in the living room. His mother Gemma had Irish and Spanish ancestry. His father Lucas had Russian and Greek ancestry, which was ironically the Royal Line. From both of his parents, he had Quileute ancestry. After finding this familial information, he had further researched each ethnic background in detail. For the Quileute tribe he had read their legends whilst for the Irish and Greek, it was their mythology.
Apparently, his great-great grandfather, Joseph had started the Quileute Black line and had married his Irish great-great grandmother, Brianna O'Donis. His great grandfather, Ephraim had continued the line and had married his Spanish great grandmother Marcela Vásquez. His grandfather Joshua, the eldest son of Ephraim, had married his grandmother Leona Cameron; both had been High School sweethearts. Leona had a twin brother, Caleb, who had married one of Joshua's two younger sisters, Jade.
On his father's side, his great-great grandfather, Thomas, had started the Quileute Uley line and had married his Russian great-great grandmother, Anya Krupin. His great grandfather, Levi had continued the line and had married his Greek great grandmother, Hermione Pendragon. His grandfather Levi Jr (named after Roman's great grandfather Levi Sr) had married his British grandmother Xenia Potter, who was a pure-blooded magical user. Both had also been High School sweethearts. Xenia had gone to Olympus Academy instead of Hogwarts like her younger by 14 minutes twin brother Charlus. She had met Levi during the summer vacation before her fifth year. Roman had inherited her magical talent and Levi's wolf gene through his biological dad Lucas.
Both families had only sons. In truth, it was the first time in ten generations for his mother's family to have an heiress instead of an heir as their first child.
Petunia had also informed him of his second set of biological parents; Aleksander Riley Tacozza and Monique Fleur Tacozza nee Delacroix. From his other biological parents, he had an older brother named James Cade Tacozza. Monique had Romani-Swedish ancestry. Her father had been Jean-Paul Enrique Delacroix and her mother had been Giovanna Quinn Comescu. His mother, Monique, had been an only child whereas his father, Aleksander, had been the middle of three. His two brothers were Craig Oscar Tacozza and Declan Wyatt Tacozza. Declan was the oldest and Craig was the youngest.
Apparently, Aleksander and Monique had been wishing for another son for James. His momma mama Gemma and his papa Lucas had heard their prayers and had visited them one night. The Royal Couple had explained they had heard the prayer and wanted to help. Two hours later, both couples had made an agreement. Lucas and Gemma would combine their DNA with that of Aleksander and Monique. This way Gemma and Lucas would be able to have a son to unconditionally love and care for whilst Aleksander and Monique were able to gift their young son with a brother. At the birth eight months later, the boy had been gifted with two different names to show his heritage. Lucas and Gemma had named him Roman Aden Killian whilst Aleksander and Monique had named him Devon Raiden. Roman Aden Killian to show his Royal heritage, which he would use whilst in the Grecian Kingdom, and Devon Raiden to show his Agent heritage.
As his uncle and cousin entered the room, Roman gave himself a mental shake. He finished the eggs and plated them as his thoughts drifted to the previous nights' dream.
His dream showed him massively tall robot beings walking around or fighting one another. He could tell the robots with blue eyes were the good guys whilst the robots with red eyes were the baddies. He did not know how he knew. He just did. His dreams mostly showed him the good people. There was a red and blue robot, who he could tell was a Commander. A small silver robot was next to appear. He liked the robot, as he was playful and carefree. After him was a large black one, who was serious and hot headed but kind. Roman knew he was the Weapons Specialist whilst the silver one was the First Lieutenant. After them was a green robot who was the medic and finally there was a yellow robot. He was clearly a scout if the quick reflexes and body language was anything to go by. All of them felt like a family to him. He just wished he had a name to go with the faces.
Suddenly, the phone rang. It was Mrs Figg telling Aunt Petunia that she could not take Roman as she had a broken ankle. Roman shuddered imperceptibly, he hated it there. She always made him look at the pictures of her prized cats. He hated ... absolutely detested domestic cats instead being a wolf and big cats lover. Predictably, when Vernon and Dudley heard the news, they started complaining. To them Roman was a freak and should only be good enough to be used as a slave. Even then, they felt it was more than he deserved.
Petunia saw the barely hidden hope in Roman's eyes and knew he deserved some semblance of a childhood. Before it was ripped from him when his Predators Scorpions training began in three years. That reminded her, she would have to tell him about the six worlds he belonged to along with his destiny. She would do that tomorrow. Telling him sooner rather than later gave her more of a chance to go into a more in-depth explanation at a later date. Dudley started putting on the fake waterworks so his mother would comfort him about the issue at hand. She did not. So it was left to Vernon to appease his young overly spoiled son. Seeing the sickening sight, Roman shuddered with disgust. Looking up, Roman noticed his aunt looking at him with amusement.
Subtly moving her head towards the door, Roman recognised the hidden instruction. Moving quickly toward the stairs, he grabbed his form fitting clothes bag and went swiftly up the stairs using the banister to propel himself. Freshening up in a scorching hot shower to wash off the previous night's filth and grime from his body. He couldn't find it in him to care that he was using up all of the hot water. Hell needed to have frozen first before he even considered it. After drying himself thoroughly, with his wolf-designed towel, he chucked Dudley's ill-fitting cast offs in the bin for scrapping. He vowed to never let Vernon have his way when it came to what he wore. He had his own clothes to wear. He was not going to be threatened into wearing those hideous things again. That was the last straw. He dressed himself in the clothes his aunt had received i as an anonymous package. Though they both knew the clothes had come from his older brother James. He suspected the packages actually came from his uncle Craig.
When Roman had researched his papa's family background, it had mentioned he had two younger brothers; Dean Odysseus Potter and Troy Achilles Potter. Petunia had received the package a week after she had sent a letter to James about Roman being told of their family. James was older than him by four and a half years.
James, in turn, requested his brother be given proper clothes of his own and told of his destiny. So much to Vernon and Dudley's visible irritation, Roman had been wearing clothes that actually fit him for the last two months. When he looked at the mirror after changing, Roman stopped and looked closer. The outfit he had randomly chosen happened to be his favourite outfit; a pair of grey camouflage trousers and a black t-shirt with a blue flame design over the left shoulder, winding it's way down his back. The outfit was complete with a dark blue overshirt, a pair of blue and gold Bootleg zip trainers and a white NY baseball cap. He smirked at his reflection before cleaning his teeth, gelling his hair into frontal spikes and spraying himself lightly with Lynx Twist aftershave. He had three cans of the stuff as well as two tubs of VO5 Mattclay. He might as well use them. Packing his stuff away into his bag, he shouldered it before sneaking back down. Passing the cupboard on his return to the kitchen, he shoved his bag inside so Vernon, Dudley or both could not steal it.
Entering the kitchen, he was unsurprised to see Mrs Jayne Polkiss and her son Piers. Looking at Piers and his mother, it was difficult to see that the two were related. Whereas Jayne looked like a supermodel with her mid-back length, wavy brown hair, slim figure and hazel eyes, Piers looked strikingly similar to a street urchin; scrawny with a face like a rat. Dudley and Piers were best friends. They both loved to beat other children up. He hated them with an unholy passion. He also loathed his uncle now he thought about it. Anyone who thought it was acceptable to hurt a defenceless child in anyway deserved the death penalty or the life sentence, in his opinion.
He smirked at the shocked expressions Vernon, Piers and Dudley wore on their faces, but he did not care. Soon after, Jayne left and the family plus Piers was on their way to the zoo. Every year on his birthday, the Dursleys took Dudley and a friend out for the day. Last year was the Wacky Warehouse. This year was the London Zoo.
Roman groaned; with his bad luck, something was bound to go wrong.
Pain. Pain like he had never known before in all the three millennias of his existence. He was praying for the end. To go offline but he did not. He just wanted the pain to end.
Jazz was dead and the Autobots could not do anything about it. Well they thought he was dead, as his optics had gone offline. They did not know he was in a deep recharge. His Spark was so weak; Jazz was in the Cybertronian version of a coma. Optimus and Bumblebee took it the hardest. Optimus refused to even mention Jazz's name other than to say it with a deep sorrow. Jazz had been Optimus' first lieutenant and one of his dear friends. Bumblebee had formed a close comradeship with Jazz, as the two were the youngest of the group. The two were practically brothers, brought up by the other bots and taught all of what the others knew. They had been born at the beginning of the war but had learned survival tactics early on.
What the others did not know but Optimus did was Jazz's last request. Jazz had asked Optimus to send his alt-mode to a company called Grunnings in England. He had told Optimus that someone needed him, someone who needed them all.
The Autobots had been on Earth for the past year, watching over certain families. Ironhide had been watching over the Rogers Lennox, Epps and Donnelly ale families. , Bumblebee had been watching over the Hunter Ward, Banes and Madsen families. and Evans families, and Optimus had been watching over the Tacozza Blye and Bishop families. y. Each family had a child who was important to the Transformers in the future. Jazz had not watched over a specific family but he had split his time watching over the children whose destiny it was to become a Scorpion or Predator.
The Scorpions were an elite secret force created by the King and Queen of Greece, who targeted the different war factions, who had pure evil running through their veins. Each faction was listed under a different mocking code. Dark Wizards/Witches: Code Pink, Dark Creatures: Code Black, Decepticons: Code Purple and Monsters: Code Brown. Officially, the Autobots knew that Devon Tacozza and Hudson Ward would become Scorpions whilst the rest were important to the Bots themselves.
Within the week, Jazz's alt-mode was being shipped to England. The other Autobots felt saddened by the loss of their 'brother'. They did not know it would be less than two years until they would hear from him once again. They did not know Jazz would come out of his recharge, return to them and have his vehicle upgraded.
Roman sighed. He should have known something was going to happen. He had received another beating courtesy of his uncle for making the toy lizard dance. This time, Vernon had carved the word 'freak' into Roman's left side angling towards his hip.
'Well, I didn't mean to' he thought.
He wished he could leave. The Dursleys were not in so he had the whole house to himself for once. They were picking up Vernon's new work car. No doubt, they would brag to the whole street about the damn thing. It was nearing lunchtime, when Roman heard the distinct sound of two car engines. He smirked; oh, he was going to have fun with this.