"Forgotten"—A TFP Fan Fiction

Summary: the Bomb goes off.

Rated: M overall for violence, some future gore, and sexual content.

**This chapter is rated between T for violence and sensitive material**

Transformers characters © Hasbro

Gira © Me

PART ONE: MYSTERIOUS

Chapter 10

It was very early the next morning. Time for rationing to be dispersed amongst the subjects—including those down the Blood Hall. While Hot Rod yawned, still trying to rub the sleep out of his optics, Onslaught had an altercation with The Boss via comm. link, debating that Subject G-1 should not get her ration because of yesterday's incident in the refuel lounge. But The Boss informed him that G-1 needed to keep her strength up, so he would dismiss the incident as a mere accident and declared she would still have her ration. Onslaught grumbled, but complied.

Hot Rod leaned against the wall, nodding off occasionally and jolting awake. He could not sleep through that night, for he could not put his mind-processor at rest. He kept thinking about G-1 and all that he had learned during his time with her the previous day. While he was told G-1 was a ravenous monster, he never saw any savage within her, just a lonely femme in need of tender loving care. He personally did not care about what crimes she had committed; he saw her as no threat, as long as she wasn't agitated. Even thinking about her now made his cheek plates flush and his spark race. Hot Rod even thought that he had...feelings for her. But if anyone found out, especially Onslaught, he'd be gone before he ever knew it.

Onslaught grabbed a cube and emptied most of the Energon inside, leaving only a small amount remaining. Hot Rod sleepily followed him as they entered the Blood Hall; he had grown accustomed to the other subjects' screams and howling, so they did not affect him as much as they did a few days ago.

"Wait here," Onslaught told him once they stepped in, then ventured down the hall and stopped in front of G-1's cell. "The mongrel should still be under the effects of the serum," Onslaught muttered as he flipped the switch to open G-1's cell, "so it'll have to be fed manually." He glanced at Hot Rod, who continued to nod off by the entrance, and grumbled. When the door opened, he entered the darkness, using the light emanating from the Energon in the cube to see.

"Alright, you little varmint," he grunted, "open up..." He paused when the light reached G-1, who sat against the wall with her arms by her side; her wrists were cut up and leaking. "What in the name of...? How did you get your—?" He was silenced by a force that knocked him back, surged through his abdomen and out his back, and then everything went black and quiet.

Hot Rod, now wide awake, perked up at a choked cry of pain and looked around to see where it came from. Then came the sound of crunching metal and splattering. He glanced down the hall to check up on Onslaught—only to set eyes upon Onslaught being sliced in half by nothing, his limbs and head being distorted, and a shower of Energon splatter the walls. After a moment, realization struck him and his Energon ran cold.

G-1 had murdered Onslaught.

With a howl, he fell back onto the floor, panting and whimpering.

Slowly, G-1 emerged from within the cell, Energon slowly flowing from cuts on her wrist, using one hand to support herself on the wall. Hot Rod felt his spark sink in its chamber as she struggled to balance herself. "G-1...h-how could...how could you...?!" he stammered as Energon tears stung his optics. "I-I know Onslaught was a jerk to you, but...he didn't have to die...! How did you even...?!" Subject G-1 only hung her head as she started towards the entrance of the Blood Hall, one little step at a time.

Fearing for his life now, Hot Rod raced out of there, shutting and locking the door, then backing away from it. Panting, he watched the door closely, seeing if anything were to happen. He jumped when heavy pounding and splashing was heard from the other side, each strike becoming more intense and forceful. Before Hot Rod could react, the door gave way and was sent flying from the threshold, sliding and stopping just a few feet from where he trembled. The inner side of the door was stained with Energon and covered in deep dents. Quivering, he looked up to see G-1 standing in the doorway, head still hanging and hands by her side.

Terrified, Hot Rod took off to the refuel lounge where some of the guards were conversing. "G-1 HAS ESCAPED!" he cried as he burst through the doors. "G-1 HAS ESCAPED!"

The guards looked up, at first thinking he was fooling around, but seeing the look of sheer terror on his face, they knew he wasn't kidding. They all jumped to their feet and armed themselves while a couple went to Hot Rod.

"You sure she's coming this way?" one asked. "Where's Onslaught?" Hot Rod began to sob and shook his head weakly. "Frag it to the Pit..."

"Should we alert the Boss?" asked the second guard.

"No," said the first. "Unless he already knows, there is no need to disturb him."

"How is it that G-1 managed to escape?!" growled another guard. "No one can break free from those shackles!"

Hot Rod's fuel tank flip-flopped. He knew why G-1 was able to get free. He helped her by not locking the shackles properly. He felt ready to faint and leaned against the wall. Then a third guard walked up to him.

"Okay, kid," he said, "head to the control room on the second floor so you can monitor what G-1 does, and where it goes! You understand?"

"Y-Yes, sir..." Hot Rod stammered as he nodded shakily. He raced for the elevator shaft, traveling down one floor level, and hurried to the control room.

"Oi, lad, what are you doing here?!" scolded a mech at the controls.

"Subject G-1 has escaped and we need to keep track of her!" Hot Rod explained in one breath as he made his way to the camera watch.

"Ye ain't allowed to refer to subjects by gender, boy," spat the same mech. Hot Rod paid no mind to him and glanced at one screen after another, searching for the escaped subject. At last he found her, trudging down the hall leading to the refuel lounge, using the wall for support. As he watched her, he couldn't help but wonder how she could slaughter Onslaught and bust down a door, but still struggle to hold herself up. It made no sense.

Then he switched to the camera inside of the refuel lounge that scanned the whole room, just above the door on the left corner of the wall. G-1 departed from the wall and slowly entered, each of the guards aiming their stun blasters at her. Hot Rod knew they would not kill her because of how valuable she was to the Boss, but he wondered what would be the fate of G-1 when she was captured.

Subject G-1 came to a stop after walking a few meters and remained completely still. The guard kept their guns aimed directly at her, aiming high at her head and low at her ankles. Hot Rod and the other mechs watched and waited to see who would make the first move. G-1 slowly raised a trembling hand and reached to rest it against her helm, then she suddenly, quickly extended her arm and flicked her wrist.

All of the guards within the refuel lounge fell to pieces, screaming and hollering in pain as their limbs were separated from their bodies, and then were silenced once their heads rolled from their shoulders. A massive pool of Energon covered the floor of the refuel lounge, staining the wall and the camera lens. Even after the screams were silenced, the sound of metal bending and the splashing of Energon remained.

Hot Rod felt nauseous and looked away, shuddering and pressing a hand over his mouth. He could not believe it. With one quick little gesture of her hand...G-1 massacred dozens of guards. Was this G-1's secret power that made her so unique? Was this how she killed Scourge and Driller during the experiment? He now began to understand why G-1 was feared and respected so much. After the slaughter, Subject G-1 slowly continued onward, heading for the doors.

"That little slag!" cried one of the guards.

"She killed them all like that!" said another, much older than the rest and of a higher rank, explaining why he referred to G-1 by her gender.

"Where's it going now?!"

"Flip the camera to hallway number 5!"

The camera switched to the hall outside of the refuel lounge, and G-1 was seen trekking slowly down. At the top left corner of the camera, everyone could see what her destination was. "G-1 is headed for the elevator shaft..." gasped one of the mechs. "What if G-1 comes here?!"

"I doubt it," grunted another.

Then G-1 entered the elevator shaft and went down. But she was not seen on any of the cameras on the second floor. "Where is she...?" Hot Rod murmured.

Then the higher ranked guard received a comm. link. "Yes, sir?...I am aware sir...What am I supposed to do about...?! Yes, sir..." He ended the call and looked to the others. "That was The Boss. G-1 has made it to the ground floor."

"What is she doing there?!" asked one of the guards.

Hot Rod searched all of the cameras on the ground floor until he found G-1 traveling down a hallway with hatches along the side and one hatch at the end. He knew where those hatches led to. "Those are the escape pod hatches..."

"That sly worm!" spat a guard.

"We need to move," said the higher ranked guard. "The Boss will unleash the beta-tests to slow G-1 down."

"The beta-tests?" Hot Rod asked. "What are they?"

"You have never seen them?"

"I have never heard of them, sir."

The higher ranked guard sighed. "Well, you'll find out. Come on."

"Y-You want me to accompany you?" Hot Rod stammered.

"Affirmative." Hot Rod really did not want to cross paths with G-1 when she is massacring those who get in her way, but he knew not to disobey a superior officer's command and complied. "We will need to corner her," the guard suggested as they headed for another elevator shaft, "block her path so she cannot escape. We will need to strike her hard and fast without killing her."

"B-But how...?" Hot Rod asked, trying to stand tall with his legs shaking. "Those guards didn't even have a chance to fire when she...!" Hot Rod choked on his words and shuddered.

"Take it easy, kid," the higher ranked guard told him. "I know you've never dealt with anything like this, and I know you are still a recruit; but now is not the time to let your nerves get the best of you. You need to keep yourself in check. Alright?"

Hot Rod shakily nodded, took a deep breath, and relaxed a little. "What is your name, sir, if I may ask?"

The higher ranked guard looked down upon him and answered, "Goldshell." Hot Rod smiled a little and nodded his helm in respect.

Then the elevator stopped once it reached the ground level. As soon as the doors opened, Hot Rod and the guards raced down the hall. "We make a left and we should cross paths with G-1," Goldshell said. They reached the end of the hall and pressed themselves against the wall. Goldshell peered over the corner and grunted. "They're already there..."

"Who are?" Hot Rod asked.

"The beta-tests."

Hot Rod furrowed his optic ridges, then his audio receptors picked up the sound of croaking and hissing. With his curiosity getting the best of him, he peered around the corner and gasped. Lined up evenly in front of G-1 were four, massive creatures with long tentacles. One gurgled and its head spun, then a new, deeper grumble was heard. "W-What are they...?"

"What happens when a subject is ready to be transformed," Goldshell informed him. "These four are the first ever created."

"W-What will they do?" Hot Rod asked.

"Since they obey only the Boss's orders, they won't kill her, but probably restrain her. They aren't filled with Energon, so G-1 cannot kill them. However, with G-1's incredible ability, they may not stand a chance." Hot Rod had so many other questions, but his voice got stuck in his throat. Then he saw G-1 start taking small steps forward. "You may want to look away. This could get ugly." Hot Rod complied and leaned against the wall while Goldshell kept watch.

"Surrender...or...suffer!" one of the beta-tests croaked, waving its tentacles. All Hot Rod could hear was the beta-tests croaking and hissing and biting. Then came the sound of tentacles tightening and cawing—then the tearing of metal and wailing. Hot Rod dared to look and saw the beta-tests scattered across the floor, laying in Energon; G-1 stood among them, covered in gashes and bite marks all over her body.

Hot Rod hyperventilated a little and swallowed hard. "I-I thought you s-said the beta-tests didn't have Energon...!"

"They don't," Goldshell growled. "It's hers." G-1 advanced onward to the hatch at the end of the hall, right next to where Goldshell, Hot Rod and the other guards were hiding. "Alright men, strike her hard and fast, but do not kill her." Then all but Hot Rod leapt out. "Open fire!"

While Hot Rod remained hidden, he covered his audio receptors to muffle out the sound of blaster fire, the sound of metal grinding, and the sound of the guards' screaming. He didn't need to see what was happening to know that, one by one, the guards were getting torn to bits at the mercy of G-1's raw ability. The last to fall was Goldshell. He managed to strike G-1 in the shoulder before having his head slide from his body.

"G-Goldshell!" Hot Rod cried and went to him, even though he knew it was already far too late. He knelt beside the guard's body and hung his head in respect, fighting tears. He hears splashing and barely glanced up to see Subject G-1 advancing. Hot Rod panicked and backed up against the wall, hyperventilating and quivering. Then she stopped a few feet in front of him, and pointed at something. Hot Rod glanced up and saw a switch that opened the hatch to the escape pod. Not wanting to die, he immediately pulled it and the hatch rose up. G-1 walked by him, then stopped directly next to him, hanging her head on the other side of the threshold. He could see a massive amount of her Energon flowing from her wounds. If not treated, he knew there was a chance she would be dried out.

"...Forget me..." he heard her say barely above a whisper. "...You will never see me again..." With that, she stepped through the hatch, and it closed behind her, leaving Hot Rod alone with the corpses.

Hot Rod finally broke and began to sob, hugging himself tightly and hiding his face in his lap. He heard the sound of the pod firing up and listened to it detach from the ship. How could he possibly forget what he had seen? How could he forget her?

By the time the pod was no longer heard from, a new squad of guards came running down the hall, the Boss joining them. They gasped at the sight of the corpses. The Boss, however, showed no emotion. "Oh, Goldshell," he sighed, "you always were the soft one. Your respect for miss G-1 prevented you from doing your job right." With another sigh, he glanced behind him at the beta-tests. "I knew those four were not ready. But, not everything is perfect the first try. At least I now know they need a bit of tuning up."

"Boss, pod number 84 has departed!" said one of the guards. "I don't get it. Of all the pods in this hall, why pod 84?"

The Boss grinned. "Because," he said, "pod number 84 is a long-distance pod. She will be knocked into stasis soon once she has set her course, wherever she is going."

"I wonder what drove G-1 into escaping," said another guard.

Hot Rod was helped to his feet by two others. "At ease, kid," one said. "You'll be okay."

Hot Rod swallowed and panted as he looked up at the Boss, blinded by tears. "I...I am sorry I couldn't stop her, sir..." he croaked. "I know how much G-1 meant to you..."

The Boss only stared at him blankly, then walked off. He gave orders to the guards to have him freshened up, and they led him to the wash racks. All the while, Hot Rod only wondered where Subject G-1 was going, and what would become of her.

~Bumblebee's POV~

I always imagined that when days start off well, it will end well. But sometimes there are sudden changes, like what happened this morning.

Arcee, Bulkhead and I return to base with Jack, Miko and Rafael, and we discover Optimus, Ratchet, and Gira in the middle of something when we return. Gira is hiding behind Ratchet, clinging to him even, and Optimus is standing there like he has no idea what to do. When our human companions hop out, we transform into our robotic forms.

Bulkhead chuckles, shaking his head. "What happened this time while we were away?" he asks as he heads for the refuel lounge.

"Nothing," Ratchet grunts. "Gira is just being shy again."

"Of Optimus?" I bleep, fairly surprised.

"Yes, of Optimus; and no, neither of us know why."

"Perhaps it has something to do with our conversation from last night," Optimus suggests. "She was a little upset."

Then Gira notices the human children, gasps and hides even further behind Ratchet, holding onto him tighter. "Ow! Gira, watch the grip!" he exclaimed.

"Don't yell at her, Ratchet. She may start crying again," Miko says in a teasing tone. Gira whimpers and I notice her tear up in her one optic.

"Be nice to Gira, Miko," I buzz.

"Yeah, be nice, Miko," Raf translates to the others.

"I'm just messing around, sheesh," Miko says, rolling her eyes.

"Miko," Optimus says, "it would be wise not to upset Gira a second time." If I know one thing, no one can stand against Optimus's mighty baritone, and they never take it lightly. She complies and stares at the floor.

~Gira's POV~

I hope I am not making too much of a scene like yesterday. I just don't want to see Pax—Optimus, after last night. I hope he isn't angry with me for grabbing his antenna. I remember one time he snapped at me and it really hurt my feelings. I was only playing, and I was playing last night, too. I can only hope Ratchet will protect me since he is the only one who seems to really care about me.

The second Bumblebee, Arcee, and Bulkhead return, I just know those three mean humans are with them, and my hunch is right when I see them hop off or out of their guardians. I hide away from them, too, using Ratchet as my shield. He once told me he found them annoying occasionally, so he must understand why I am hiding from them as well.

When the human girl named Miko teases me again, I struggle not to tear up. I wish not to humiliate myself again in front of them. Thankfully, Bumblebee and Optimus defend me. I do not know if I can handle anymore torment from her. She is very mean for someone so small.

After a while, I gain enough courage to let go of Ratchet and merely hide behind him. "Come on, Gira," he says. "Come out. You don't have to be nervous." I am reluctant at first, but I know to trust Ratchet, so if he says something is alright, then it is alright. I slowly step out from my refuge behind him and hang my head, folding my hands and holding them close to my chest.

Then Bulkhead returns with two Energon cubes. He walks over to me and hands me one of them. "Would you like one?" he asks, smiling friendly. I reach out, then pull my hand back, hesitant to accept it. Ratchet nudges me and gives a nod, indicating it was alright for me to take it. I slowly take hold of the cube in both hands and drink from it.

"That was awfully generous of you to share the Energon, Bulkhead," Optimus says, showing off that faint smile of his.

"Well, I had originally only got one for myself," Bulkhead explains, chuckling sheepishly. I look at my cube then back at him. When he went to the refuel lounge, he had thought of me and got me a cube.

I finish my cube, set it down, and I go hug him. "Thank you," I say, nuzzling him, and backing away.

He laughs. "Aw, you're cute," he tells me, and he reaches up and pets my head.

That is the last thing I remember before waking up in Ratchet's medical bay.

~Optimus's POV~

"NOOOOOOO!"

We all jump at the sudden howl, and we are dumbfounded when we witness Gira violently shove Bulkhead away. I race over and catch him before he can fall over. He informs me that he is alright, and we all look back at Gira.

"Gira...?" Ratchet says.

She is violently shuddering, holding her arms out straight from when she had pushed Bulkhead. Then she tenses and grabs at her helm, her optic lens shrunk down. "N-N-No more..." she whimpers and hunches over. "No more, please...! N-No more...!"

Worried for her, I slowly approach her so I do not frighten her. "Gira, what is the matter?" I ask, reaching out to comfort her.

She sharply gasps and cups her hands over her mouth. Then she starts backing up away from us, whimpering and trembling until she collapses to her knees, vigorously purging her Energon reserves through her hands. The children grimace and look away.

"Gira...!" Bumblebee exclaims.

"What's wrong with her...?" Arcee asks.

When she finishes, Gira removes her Energon-stained hands and pants while continuing to quiver. "I'm sorry...I'm sorry...I...Didn't mean to...I'm sorry...I know I'm worthless...P-Please...d-d-don't hurt me a-anymore...Please, no...!" she begs.

I am concerned and confused simultaneously. Who is she speaking to? We were never hurting her, were we? "Gira, you are not worthless," I inform her as I approach her again, "and no one is going to hurt you. Please calm down." I reach out and lay a hand on her shoulder.

"NOOOO!" she screams as she shoves me away. Ratchet and Bulkhead catch me and position me back on my feet.

"What is wrong with you?!" Arcee exclaims.

"Arcee, I'm fine," I assure her, but the look on her face tells me she isn't listening.

Gira begins backing away until she reaches the wall. "No...No more...I can't...I can't take it anymore...No more...N-Noooo!" Her legs buckle and she slides down, hugging the wall and hanging her head. "I-I-I-I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry," she mutters over and over again as tears begin streaming down the right side of her face. "I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I'm sorryyyy...!"

What is she sorry for? I wish to help her but I do not know how. This is all so sudden. I look to Ratchet to see if he may have an answer, but I only find him with a cringing expression on his face. He must feel the same way. I look to Gira and sigh woefully.

"What's wrong with her?" Rafael asks.

I look down to him. "Gira is feeling unwell, Rafael," I tell him. "She is still adjusting to her new surroundings. She needs to rest."

Just as I am about to go to her again and help her up, a new sound is heard. It starts out as deep panting, then faint whimpers. I look to Gira and see her shoulders bob up and down; but not in a fashion of she was crying, but something else. The sound becomes louder and faster, up until we realize what it was the second Gira throws her head back.

She is laughing.

"W-What's so funny...?" Bulkhead asks, but she continues to laugh wildly.

Then she leans her head against the wall. "Everyone says...that I am broken...!" she slurs and giggles while scratching at her helm, rapidly switching from laughing and crying. "But it's not my fault! It's not my fault!"...They called me...many things while I, while I was locked away in the dark...!"

"What are you talking about?" I ask, but she does not pay attention.

"I am the Savage who Slays Without Laying a Hand on Her Prey, I am the Murderous Master of Telekinesis, I am the Seed of Genocide...! Oh, but they don't know...Ohhhh they don't knoooow!"

"What do they not know? Who is they?" I ask, but Gira's only response is by throwing her head back once more and guffawing forcefully.

She is silenced and falls over when Ratchet comes and whacks her on the back of her head.

~Ratchet's POV~

"What did you do?!" Optimus asks as he tends to Gira's motionless body.

"I got her to stop talking," I merely said, flexing the hand I used to knock her out.

"You could have harmed her!"

"It's the only way to silence her..." I mutter. Optimus gives me a look of confusion and I give him one, indicating I will not answer any questions he may have. I got to Gira and carefully scoop her up, then I turn to the others. "She will be fine when she wakes up."

"What the frag was that?!" Arcee asks.

"She had a nervous meltdown," I explain briefly. "That is all you need to know, Arcee. No one disturb me while I examine her." I walk off to the medical bay without another word and lay Gira down on the examination berth. I check her vitals and see them slowly returning to normal. I get a look at her helm and frown. There at the top is a dent. I know this wasn't caused by Bulkhead when he petted her. Examining it further, I frown deeper. Have I seen this before?

I hear the others softly conversing about what has just happened and sigh, angrily cursing under my breath. "They will never let this down..."

"Well, this is a lovely way to start a Sunday morning," Bumblebee moans, and Rafael agrees with him.

"What the heck just happened?!" Miko shrieks.

"It started when Bulkhead touched her head," says Arcee.

"I-I didn't mean to hurt her, I swear! None of us knew she would react this way!" Bulkhead exclaims, defending himself.

"You are not at fault, Bulkhead," Optimus says. "None of us are. However one thing that unsettles me is what she was saying."

"Yeah, what was that about being locked in the dark? And those names?" asks Jack.

"And what did Ratchet mean that hitting her was the only way to silence her?" Rafael asks.

Before anyone else can ask any more questions, I intervene. "For Primus' sake, could you all just leave it alone?!" I shout and glare at each of them. Most of them jump or glare back at me. I growl a sigh and return to tending to Gira. Then I hear Optimus slowly approach, standing beside me.

"How is she?" he asks.

"She is stable, for the moment," I reply.

"Will she need to be put into stasis?"

"No, there is no reason to. What happened was mental, Optimus. It's not something that inducing stasis can fix."

"I see..."

I look away and dare to mutter, "No, you do not..."

"Ratchet...?" he says, obviously hearing me.

"Nothing. Just leave me be, will you? I told you not to disturb me!" Optimus sighs and does as I say. When he's gone, I look at Gira; at her scars, her patched up wounds, her optic patch, the scratches on the side of her head. I sigh and lay her in a comfortable position. I feel like I have jinxed myself, for apparently what I did not want to happen has just happened.

The bomb has gone off.

~Gira's POV~

I keep my eye closed, but I feel a slight ache in the back of my head. Ratchet must've hit me again. If I wasn't so exhausted right now I would start crying, not knowing what I had done. Have I hurt someone? Have I said things I should not have said? I pray to Primus himself nothing too serious had happened. But why did Bulkhead have to pet me there, above all places...?

Slowly, I open my optic to find a dim light shining over me. I feel myself laying on a berth. Ratchet must've brought me here. I hear no one else around, not even the human children. Have they all gone away, leaving me here alone?

N-Not that it matters...I like my solitude...

But why...?

Why has it come to this...?

I tried so hard...so...hard...not to break...

And now everyone probably knows...

But they do not know everything about me. They have no idea what I have been through my whole life...

As I lay there on the berth, I close my eyes, and I begin to remember...

End of Part One...

A/N: so now you know how Gira escaped the Asylum, and why she doesn't remember, but what exactly is her power? And the beta-tests? And Ratchet clearly knows something, doesn't he? Well, here is the end of part one! Part two will be spoken in 3rd person POV, from Gira's perspective. I hope you are all excited! ^^