AN: I don't own Transformers, only my OC. And any songs I used go to their respected owner/owners.

Chapter 11;

'Thoughts(talking to inner voice)'
Dream
'Flashback'
Inner voice – will be explained further on into the story.
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Language of the Primes
~Cybertron common~

Storm's POV

When we get to the old rundown building, I get out of Jazz's alt-mode and walk over to an old sofa and sit on one end with my legs curled underneath me. I look up and see everyone looking at me expectantly and I sigh.

"You may wanna take a seat. This story ain't gonna be pretty." They glance at one another and sit before turning back to me. "Alright, where to start… 'I was left when I was 6 months old in an alleyway with a slight slit throat. That's where my story begins… I was -am- a stubborn person, when I could get onto my knees I crawled to a park that was only a few minutes away from the alley that I was left in. I then curled up under one of the benches and by morning, my throat was healed. After a while I taught myself how to walk, and then run as well as reading, writing and talking. By the time I hit 9 months I was able to do each one perfectly. Later on when I was about a year and a half, I came across a little boy who was beaten and bloody curled up near a tree in the forest that I wandered around during the day to keep hidden. When I turned him over I got the shock of my life… he looked just like me, just more masculine. I fixed him up the best I could and was lucky to find nothing major wrong with him. When he woke up I asked what his name was and he told me his name was Damion Reyes, he was my twin brother…'" I trail off in thought about that day and can feel a small smile tugging at my mouth. "Anyway, once I found that out I was ecstatic, I finally had family. This lasted for a while until we were taken… 'We were just wandering around minding our own business, keeping in mind that we had just turned 2 a few weeks ago, when a guy dressed in a button down shirt and jeans came up to us and offered us a place to stay, and us being the naïve children we were, we accepted not knowing what we were getting ourselves into. Everything was fine for a few months, but when we turned 3, things turned down hill.'" I notice Dan showing submission slightly and note that my look must be murderous, literally.

"What happened?" a bored Sam asked.
"Shut it." I snap at him. "You have no idea how hard this is for me. So shut it before I find some duct tape." I growl and can feel her pushing at the barriers I have put up around her. Let me out. 'No I've got this.' "Now, can I continue or will you say something else?" I say sarcastically. I get a shake of his head in response and smile sweetly at him.

"Now, so everything turned down hill, we found out just who this guy was… 'We were thrown into a cellar type room with no windows and a lead door with bars across the small window that was in the door. We were told that we were in a place called The Arena. The only universal thing I can think of comparing it to, is a gladiatorial arena. They wanted my brother and I to fight but I wouldn't let them touch him. I made a deal with them, if I was to do what every they wanted, and then they leave my brother alone. They agreed. To begin with I was used as a… punching bag you could say. To begin with I showed my emotions, pain and sadness as well a determination. I also pleaded with them to stop; I knew that they wouldn't though. After a few months I started to hide my emotions from everyone but my brother. He would watch as I was used as a punching bag both in and out of the ring and it killed him to see that. After being in that position for a year, I got fed-up with it and decided to fight back. I was four at this time and had my first fight and kill. But I couldn't care less at this point I just wanted to protect my brother. The Master got what he wanted though, the crowd loved it, the blood, the fight, the innocence of a little girl gone for good… we got moved up into a better room and got decent meals now. Everything was fine now, I could easily win and I never lost a fight, I got the name Black Lightning due to my speed and the fact that I always wore black and liked to stay in the shadows I was silent on my feet. They never heard my coming. I was the best of the best, anyone who was sane never crossed me, looked at my brother in the wrong way, even get to close. I was feared and I revelled in it. I loved it. I thought that I finally had the respect that I deserved. Everything came crashing down when we turned 8. He was tortured and murdered in front of me. I won't go into the details of that or the fight after. Let's just say it was ugly. I went into a depression for 2 year until I was 10 and tried to kill myself every now and then. They would always stop of heal me before I could do any major damage. I snapped out of it though when I turned 10 and started to fight back while trying to escape at the same time. I had little sleep during this time…' Anyway, when I was 13 I got outta there and when I was 14 Sam's parents took me in. I had a proper place to call home, food and warmth. I finally had a second chance and I took it. I went to school and showed how smart I was without even having gone to school before. Then we get to where we are now. I was the only girl there as well. Girls were –are- considered weaker than men. Sexist bastards." I see everyone looking at me with wide eyes and wait for the pity to sink in, but it doesn't. "Look that took a lot out of me. I need to sleep it… hurt to talk and think about that." I don't wait for a response but turn over and face the back of the sofa before I fall asleep.

AN: And that's the end of this chapter. I know it's short but this was more of a filler chapter and an explanation of her past… kinda.