GOSHDARNIT this has been forever since I've been on here, but I'm going to update my bio and explain why I haven't been on and I probably will be refixing some stories. But I am back. So Hasbro owns Transformers Animated, I only own the girl!

Italics mean thoughts or dazed off hearing!

"She's lost a lot of blood."

"We're losing her."

"We can do it."


"You want her dead? No? Then we have to."

Then came pain. And that's in simple terms. She tried to say something, anything. Or at least release the scream that was building up in her throat. An ice cold pain sliced through her shoulder and a prick in her neck as well. Then, silence.

Three Years Later

The burning pain in her legs kept telling her to slow down or even stop for a minute, but she couldn't. She had to keep running. The metallic monster that almost destroyed her once before would not get a second chance. Suddenly, the scream broke out and she fell. The familiar pain shot throughout her arm all the way to her shoulder. She looked through tear-filled eyes and gritted teeth at her mangled arm, clawing her way from the monster that caused it. The room went pitch black and pain overtook every fiber in her body as red eyes approached her.

She woke up in a cold sweat, her heart pounding heavily in her chest. Sheesh, it was only a dream. A smidge of hope filled her soul. Ah, crap. Never mind. She looked at her metallic arm, energy surging throughout the wires. She sighed and hopped off the cot. The brunette slipped her father's dog tags over her head along with her regular hoodie. She was wary of her so called, "allies", after her accident, but thankfully, she was leaving base. She was heading back to Detroit, to stay and help her policeman of an uncle. The captain of the police force. Her bags were already packed up, all she had to do was get on the plane. Her captain of her unit, Mr. Lennox, was waiting for her.

"Miss Rebel, it's kinda sad to see you off." He shook her hand. She nodded her head and replied with, "Well, I'm headed back to my hometown. But, tell the wife and the baby I said hello." "Will do, Rebel." He grinned. She gave him a dead stare. "It's Rebs. Not Rebel. Rebs." Lennox shook his head, "Alright then, 'Rebs'. Have a safe flight." The two old friends hugged and Rebel started to walk off into the plane.

"Before I forget!" Lennox called out. Rebel turned around. "I know you don't want to work with them again, but..." He bit his lip. "They're coming back. And you and your uncle are going to help them and the professor plus his daughter." Rebel groaned as loud as she could. Lovely. Now I'm definitely going to lose my life. She rolled up the sleeve of her hoodie and pointed at her metallic arm.
"This is why I HATE machines…" Then, she left.

On The Plane

She woke up from her nap, Breaking Benjamin bursting from her earbuds. She looked out the window and sighed. I'm home. I'm back where I grew up. Where I first encountered them. When Dad passed… She drove the memory of that rainy afternoon and the casket being lowered into the ground. Just forget about it… That was five years ago.

She saw the tower being rebuilt from the latest attack. She shook her head. More trouble comes from these idiots than help. She pulled a picture out of her bag. She was no more than fifteen. Her dad was there, with his brother, her uncle. The blonde in the photograph. Captain of the police force. That's something to live up to.

The announcement was made for all personal to get ready for landing.

Time to go home.

So what do you think? Who do you think she is or who is her uncle? And what do you think about Lennox? Haha. What do you want to see in the next chapter or later on? Have a great day!