Hey everybody, I'm brand new to FanFiction, but have been a long time reader and lover of this website:P This is my first Fanfiction, and i hope it's only one of many to come. I hope you all enjoy it:D Comments and reviews are always welcome and appreciated! And feel free to leave suggestions if you'd like to see something happen as this story evolves. Thanks!

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She tried to run. She tried to escape. But the figure continued to follow; its shadow growing larger along the alley's walls. The femme hastened her pace, testing to see her pursuer's intent. As she started to sprint, the footsteps behind her quickened as well.

The fast arriving night encompassed the surroundings into barely visible silhouettes, and the little femme watched in horror as the sky turned from red-orange to pitch black. Night anywhere was bad enough, but there was something about the streets of Kaon that made them especially dark. She saw no other alternative but to attempt to scream for help. Optics burning from her body's dripping coolant and the now heavier rainfall, she let out desperate shrieks to the darkness.

"PLEASE SOMEBODY! ANYBODY!" She did not know if her prayed savior would come, or what attention she would bring to herself. Who knew what other alley dwellers lived there? Sobs took over her screams, as she clumsily tried to feel and maneuver through the seemingly endless tunnels. Her spark pounded against her chest to the point of hurting; her mind was unfocused and frantic. The mysterious stalker did not cease and began to gain ground on her. The distressed cries only helped the predator to find its prey quicker. The femme moved her head erratically, searching in all directions for a path to freedom from her nightmare, but to no avail. She tripped over an object unfortunately fated in her path. Her gasps of pain and fright are hitched in her throat as she hears the same dreaded footsteps slow to a stop.

There was no time given for her to think, the figure immediately began to pound the femme senseless. Each hit was followed by her whimpers and wails of plea and utter pain. Her begs were only answered by another merciless strike.

She did not know when the abuse and unrelenting beating stopped, it seemed unending. She lay in a growing puddle of her energon, and her vision blurred as she fell into near unconsciousness. She stared up at her attacker and managed to make out enough to know it was a mech, a very large mech. His fiery red optics and deep, raspy breathing made her tremble, and tears began to swell in her large optics. She tried to shield her face when he reached down with one of his clawed hands.

He grabbed her by the neck and harshly tossed her onto her stomach. The rough ground cut into her faceplates as he pinned her down. Her chassis shook uncontrollably, and she was still fighting a battle to remain conscious.

"NO P-PLEASE NO-" Her voice squeaked, and she tried with all the strength she could possibly have left to writher out of his limb snapping grasp.

His claws trailed down her bruised back, and much to the femme's horror, rested over the armor that protected her lower plating. With animalistic and brute strength the mech tore past her armor until her bare protoform was exposed. Her one last cry before her mouth was covered went unanswered like all the others.

"WAKE UP!" The large mech ordered shaking her violently as he began to drive into her. For a second the femme wondered where she had heard his voice before. She recognized it. But her mind and body were in such pain, she could not concentrate on any thought for long. Each deep, port ripping thrust into her virgin body created an unendurable burning sensation and a level of pain she had never felt before. Her tears leaked profusely down her clasped faceplates. Her wails were muffled by her captor's hand.

"Are you okay Opal?" The mech suddenly asked. How did he know her name? Was he mocking her state of helplessness and torment? The idea inflamed her, and caused her to try another attempt to escape out from underneath him. But as she tried, he only drove deeper into her.

"OPAL WAKE UP!" The mech and the alley suddenly disappeared, being swallowed in a flash of white which overtook her vision. The femme suddenly jumped up to find herself dripping in her coolant, and sitting in a bed. After rubbing her optics, she found her best friend, Bumblebee, who was holding her shoulders and staring at her with a heavily concerned face.

"B-Bumblebee I guess it was just a dream." She lightly chuckled, trying to bring relief to her friend who obviously wasn't convinced.

"No it wasn't just a dream. Opal this is the fourth time I've had to wake you up in five orns! Look at you; you're dripping coolant like a bot in a sharkticon pit. I'm worried, what's bothering you, you know you can tell me anything." Bumblebee shifted up Opal's bed to be closer to her. He hesitantly lifted his hand to caress her moist cheek. "Please Op-"

"BUMBLEBEE SHUT THE FRAG UP! SOME BOTS WANNA GET SOME RECHARGE!" A fellow cadet mech sleepily yelled, followed by various moans and complaints from other cadets who were just awakened by all the noise. "AND TELL THAT FEMME OF YOURS TO SHUT IT TOO OR WE'LL KICK HER OUT OF THE BARRACKS!" A few breems later the mech was snoring once more, and the only noises in the room were the occasional snore and ruffling of blankets.

"That fraghead." Bumblebee mumbled angrily, and turned back to his by then relaxed friend. "It's late; we should get back to recharging ourselves. We have a hard day of training tomorrow." He pulled up Opal's covers that she had unknowingly kicked off her bed, which she assumed probably happened sometime during the ferocity of her dream.

"Yeah, thanks for waking me up Bee, better you than any of those slaggers." She pointed out into the direction of their snoring classmates. They both shared a small chuckle. Neither of them really got along with any of the other cadets, and they didn't want to. Opal especially, after all she was the only femme in her entire military class. She didn't expect much chivalry from any young mech. And her current bunches of peers were definitely no exception.

"No prob Op, but please for primus sakes don't make me have to do this twice in one night." Opal smiled at his joking manner, as he nudged her softly and headed to his own cot. "And we're not done discussing this."

"Night Bee." Opal whispered.

"Night Opal." Bee mumbled as recharge quickly overtook him.

Opal laid back down into her own bed and snuggled the covers up under her chin. She slowly closed her optics and prayed that she would not be forced to relive her nightmarish past again that night.

Sorry it's such a short chapter. Hope you're interested and stick around for more:) next chapter coming soon!