Memories of my past being to boil inside of my mind, bringing up ones that aren't welcomed. My wings are continuously pumping to get me far from Colville, away from the Autobots and them bringing up Jasper. They will get themselves killed if they mess or even attempt to go against Jasper; my father and his men have witnessed firsthand what they can do without mercy.

By leaving, something in my chest kept pulling me in that direction. It got to the point it begun to hurt like a small pinch to your arm. And whatever it was freaked me out, I don't like the unknown and this was part of the unknown.

It kept happening for some reason and slowly gaining the attention of me until something in my brain snapped. It wasn't my sanity (that was long gone by now) but the barrier to keep my terrible memories locked away. A memory from the past showed up like a flashback

Another needle was stuck in my arm and drew out some of my vital blood. The Whitecoats were testing once again if my DNA was really viable to combine with their RNA of some creature. I have yet to figure out what else they are going to pump inside of me like the experiment that I am.

Sailor (he cusses up a storm if one of his scientists mess up and that was the nickname that was given) smiled down at me with honeyed smile. "If our data is correct, you'll be the first, the first out of millions. We'll breed you with other viable humans to create an army," he told me with his voice sweetened to make this whole thing was the best thing in the world. Trust me, it's not and never will be.

One of the newer scientists left to most likely head to one of the many labs of the compound with three vials of my blood. She seemed quiet nervous and has almost dropped some other important stuff. Sailor wasn't on great terms with her and kept yelling at her to stop messing up so much. If she wasn't of the whole ordeal of them trying to do terrible things to me, I would have felt bad for. Only quite snickers left my mouth at each fail of hers, she earns it and she'll have to live with it.

It was useless to fight with them; they have proven on many different occasions they have the upper hand. Yet my hope of leaving this place will never leave my heart, it is right next to my father. Those two are the most important things in my life and I will continue to fight for them until death decides it's time to take me away.

When a needle stuck in my neck harshly and pumped something in my system, it was time for me to freak out. My sore arms tugged against the thick, metal cuffs in attempts to get away from the needle. It was too late; whatever was in the needle was now in my systems. It must have been type of drug because after that, my mind went blank on everything.

Gasping to catch my lost breath, I shake my head to get rid of the old memory that was dug up out of nowhere. It also didn't help with the pain in my chest had increased by like ten percent. My hands, my legs, my entire body shook from the terror and anxiety that it running through my body. That damn memory needed to be gone, all of it needed to be gone, I needed to be gone. My existence was the problem here.

She is correct; she should have never had me. The agony and fright of my past haunts me to this exact day. Nothing will save me; not my father or any of the Autobots. If even one of them were thinking about taking me out of the terror of the world and keeping me safe for however long my life span has.

Another thing I don't know, when Fate wants to snap my life string. Fucking hell, way did this happen to me, why do you hate me Fate? I don't want to be part of your 'master plan' or anything on that level. Should have never let me be born in this world or be thought of in the first place.

You will change the future. Wait, child, wait.

What in the fuck?! It was that damned voice from before. My mind searched itself thoroughly to find the source but it came up empty handed. Growling deeply in frustration and from the situation at hand, I roared my loudest to world around me. It didn't matter if someone heard me, they would have to find me first and take a picture of me for evidence they would be dead by then.

While flying another terrible memory decided it needed to pop up.

Rue grabbed my face roughly in her hand and made my eyes meet hers. "You bitch! You're a pathetic waste of a human; I should have never had you. Can't you ever do anything right," she scoffs and pushed my face back so hard she made me fall against the counter. My head hit the wooden counter behind me and a headache sprung up.

She was making me do the dishes and one of the plates was wet. It slipped from my hand and crashed down to the hard-wood floor. The plate shattered into pieces ranging from big to small; glass now covered the floor and a couple of the smaller pieces pierced my foot.

Tears filled in my eyes from the small amount of pain the back of my head was emitting. I curled in ball to protect myself from what else she had in store from my mistake and my body was shaking in terror from her standing over top of me with a snarl on her face. It wasn't smart for me to lie on ground because all the small pieces of glass dug in my skin.

A scoff came from her and she grabbed my hair to pull on it to get me to stand up. Not wanting anymore torment from her, I follow her painful instructions and stand up on my feet trickling with blood. "Pick up your damn mess in the next five minutes. If it isn't picked up by then, you will be punished," she ordered. I nod my head to tell I understand her order before getting straight to it.

It wasn't enough time for me to pick up every piece and clean up my blood.

Her footsteps coming in the kitchen was the most terrifying thing in my life that I dreaded. Her eyes scanned over the almost cleaned up area and her expression turned frightening. A glare glinted in her eyes as her stomped her way over to me and grabbed my arm roughly with her long, sharp nails digging in my arm.

Nothing came from her mouth as she dragged me from the kitchen and down a flight of stairs. It was useless to fight against her; a six year old can't fight against a full grown adult. I let her drag me down to the deepest part of the house and throw in the windowless room.

No light hung over me and there wasn't any natural light with the windowless room. It smelled like death in her and the smell burned my nose which caused my eyes to water even more then they were already are.

Rue left me in there in the dark, smelly, and freezing room.

Another gasp tore through my throat as I attempt to calm myself back down from the buried memory surfacing. Most of my life was buried in the deepest and darkest part of my mind and should never appear again. Except the situation at hand made my mind think over them again, and these memories should stay buried for a reason.

Finally realizing during my two flashbacks, my wings have faltered many times. I was way too close to the ground for comfort; my hand could reach out and touch the sagebrush below me. Wait, how long and far have I been flying to reach this part of Washington State?

Tilting my body weight backwards a little bit, my wings caught the new air and took me much higher in the air. The new position was at a safer height then being less than two feet off the ground and having my underbelly being scratched from the Sagebrush.

The pain and discomfort was coming in small waves now and I foremost didn't like the feeling. My eyes caught sight of nothing unusual on my chest, it still felt like it was part of my soul and heart. There was nothing that I could with that though and can only hope for it to decrease after time with my fast healing abilities.

But the pain and discomfort never decrease and only grew to the point it spread out to my wings. It was close to impossible for me fly with the pain spreading the best and every movement caused pain to spring up in reaction.

My landing was rough and I tumbled a few times on the ground. My body stopped rolling and after a few seconds, a huge wave of agony sprouted from my chest and seeped through my body. A pained roar escaped my mouth and tears welled in my eyes, it suddenly got worse out of nowhere.

Arching my back and scratching at my chest in attempts to get rid of the torment, another roar filled with the pain welling in my chest tore from my throat. This was episode (I don't know what to call it) was on the top ten worst painful times in my life. I wasn't necessarily tearing at my chest because my claws can rip through my thick layer of scales; there wasn't any reason for more of my blood to be spilt.

Time ticked away until night came and through my tear filled eyes, I could see the stars and moon rise over head to shine brightly down on me. The pain was still emitting from my chest, it was no longer coming in waves and was a straight shot of pain from my chest.

More time ticked away and by the third day it started to decrease by a small amount. It was gladly enough for me to stand up and I stagger to my feet. From far away, you might have thought it was a drunken person walking through the land Wyoming.

The soreness of my wings was created by laying on them and not using them for almost three days straight. While walking (more like stumbling over my own talons) through the desert, I unfurled my wings and stretched them out for the soreness to leave them.

After unfurling my wings and stretching them out to the morning sun (it was quiet warm and felt great against my cold scales), I soar into the air. Instead of heading away from the comfort from the pain, I flew back towards the base where whatever was producing the comfort was.

Flying high over any human and creature was the best feeling the world until my eyes spotted a red Lamborghini and a yellow Lamborghinis driving on a road below me. Tilting my wings into a deep dive towards the ground, I hovered over them until they and the rest of the humans with them noticed me above them.

They pulled over and Sideswipe opened his passenger side door to allow me inside. I land on the rocks beside the asphalt of the road and a group of five humans jumped out of an armored truck. All five strolled over to me and at the moment I wasn't in a happy mood.

When one placed his hand on my shoulder, I hissed and slashed my claws at him as a warning. He figured it out and quickly pulled from me to go back to his group.

Nothing was said between us and I rushed over to Sideswipes opened door. Hopping in the door and snuggling against the close to skin burning seat, I purr loudly to show my comfort of him.

"Where have you been Night? You told us a tiny bit of who Jasper is before racing off. Now we find, more you found us, and are acting very strange," Sideswipe spoke up from the silence. Why was I acting this way? Why does having contact with Sides give me comfort from the agonizing pain from before? Shaking my head to get rid of the popping up questions, I shrug my shoulders and rub the underside of my chin and neck on the top corner of the seat while purring, loudly I must add.

Gladly Sideswipe doesn't say anymore and drives off with his twin in tow the idiotic humans. It was a peaceful drive back to base and sleep decided half way through the ride to take me under its spell, and I let it. I felt safe with these two and hopefully that won't change for awhile.