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A young woman shot down in her prime for saving a young child is reborn into the world of Transformers with no recollection of her old life. Soon though, she begins to dream of giant alien robots. Why is she having these dreams? What are they telling her?

She sighed lightly as she stood in line at the bank, waiting to cash her bi-weekly check so that she could go and help pay those deplorable bills for her parents. She smiled lightly as the little boy, no older than four or five, of the patron in front of her turned and faced her. The boy returned the smile as he began to babble at her. The mother turned and smiled apologetically at the seventeen year old, noticing that the woman wasn't irritated with her son. In fact she had knelt a little and began to talk to her son kindly.

The banks doors then slammed open as shots sounded into the air. Everyone panicked as twelve masked people entered and the leader began to yell their demands.

"Everyone on the ground!" Shouted the lead man, his face hidden under a skull Halloween mask. "My men will come by with a large bag, put everything of value into it. You try to hide anything, or play hero, you're dead! Oh, and absolutely no noise. You make a sound, you're dead."

Everyone dropped to the ground in an instant. Masked men and women began to walk around with large bags and the people began to reluctantly to fill the bags with their money, jewels, anything that could be sold for a good price. The leader walked up to the tellers and gathered their items.

The mother and son duo was frightened seeing as no one else had a young child with them. In fact he was the only child there. He began to cry and his mother tried to hush him gently. A man wearing a tiger mask was walking over, making the mother more desperate to hush her crying child. She was starting to panic as well, as she tried to think of something to help the mother and her son.

It was too late. The man heard the child crying and ripped him away from his mother, making him start screaming and the mother to plead to leave her son be. The man only kicked her back harshly, making her cry out in pain. Her eyes were wide as the man held a handgun to the boy, readying to shoot him in the head. The other patrons only looked away, but she could not. She quickly got to her feet, making everyone look at her as the gun was aimed at her.

"Leave him alone!" She exclaimed fiercely. "He's a child that hasn't experienced life! Don't kill him!" She hissed, glaring at the man with an odd shade of brown eyes. The only thing of him that could be seen other than his black hair and his ears.

"And why should I listen to you? You disgusting brat," He growled back as he pointed his gun back at the boy, making him cry harder. "He'll be fun to kill, more traumatizing to this lowly group." He taunted.

She had to think quickly. She gave a determined look to the man. "I'll take his place, I've lived a good life so far. He needs to be able to grow up and have that chance. How would you feel if you were never given the chance to get where you're at?" She asked. She knew it was a long shot, but she wouldn't give up.

The man laughed. "I wouldn't be here filth, if I been given that chance to live!" The man howled out.

"Then give the boy what you've been denied! Let me die in his place!" She cried back.

She watched the man carefully as his eye gained a thoughtful look. He then shoved the boy back to his mother. The mother grabbed her son in a tight hug, keeping him from seeing what was undoubtedly going to happen. She gave her a thankful, sorrow filled look. She only gave the woman a smile in return before turning that smile on the man in the tiger mask as she stood straight, hands at her sides. Her entire being became relaxed.

"Thank you for giving the boy a chance."

The man growled lowly. He didn't want to hear it. He leveled his gun at the woman's chest, aiming it carefully. A loud bang resonated along with the clattering of a gun. Everything happened in slow motion. Her blonde locks flowed gently in front of her as she fell back a small thump echoing in the quiet of the bank. The man fell to his knees, silent tears streaming from wide eyes that only she had taken the time to see.

Everything sped up again as the man knelt there weeping as sirens were heard. His partners left quickly, someone grabbing the bag and leaving him. After all, they didn't care about the broken man. The mother looked at the man strangely as she cradled her son, thanking the unknown woman who had saved her son.

He was mumbling something quietly before he shouted as the police came barging in. "She forgave me! Why?! Why would she say that!" He screamed as he ripped his mask off, revealing a man no older than she had been.

He was cuffed with no struggle as the other patrons began to leave slowly. They would forget everything in time, but the man who murdered the young woman, would never forget. Never forget the lips that had mouthed to him that he was forgiven.

The paramedics examined the young woman, making sure that she was indeed gone before placing a sheet over her. One of the paramedics though had seen the bullet had gone through something. He pulled the necklace from her shirt, revealing an Autobot symbol, with a bullet hole dead center, where it had rested over her heart. He gave small grim smile as he laid it back down on her chest.

"Be happy child. Great things are coming your way. But there is still trouble to be had yet, for life was not created easy as it had at the beginning before sin arrived."

She was carted out, the warmth of life-giving way to the freezing arms of death.