Summary: An experiment by Sector 7 is created, Twenty Three. Designed to be the ultimate weapon... But she doesn't quite turn out how they want. What will happen when the decepticons get hold of her? Romance in later chapters, not quite sure who yet, but definately a decepticon. Ideas welcome. Rated M for violence, adult themes, etc...

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…Bright… so bright…

These were my first thoughts, as my brain was activated with electric shocks.

I shut my eyes, still seeing the red light through my lids.

Squinting, I tried to see my surroundings.

"We have success, Twenty Three is awake and breathing," she heard a voice, but did not understand the meaning.

…Painful… this light….

"Take her out of the tank," the voice came again.

Suddenly, her cool wet surrounding was drained, and she gasped for breath. She fell to her knees, pain racking her body as she focused on coughing up liquid.

"Damn it, she's torn the cable to soon," she felt hands on her. "Never mind, once she's got the liquids out of her system she should be stable.

"She better be," another voice cut in. "Too much money was invested in this experiment to let her die."

"Are her vectors still functional?"

"We won't know until we run tests."

She felt their hands on her body, poking and prodding her appendages.

"Put her in the infirmary for observation," the first voice came again, as she opened her eyes. She saw a tall man with brown hair and a beard. "We need to make sure all her functions remain stable. Secure her vectors, we don't want her going ape shit on us."

"Look boss, her eyes are open," another face entered his line of sight. It was a young, clean shaven man with scruffy black hair. "Do you think she can understand us?"

"Doubtful," the first replied mildly. "Now get on with it."

She was moved to another whitewashed room, and was lying on a table with tubes connected to her.

Her eyes were now accustomed to the bright lights around her, and she watched the men fussing over her.

"How old is she anyway? Three? Four?" the scruffy one asked.

"Six, I think," another replied. "The operations stunted her growth, but she should develop normally from here. Her vectors should grow with her."

She wondered vaguely what they were talking about, unable to understand their language.

"How's she going to be useful to us if she can't even understand us?" a new person with red hair asked.

"She's just a kid now, but she has a human brain – she'll learn just like any other kid. With time, she'll become our most deadly weapon."

"Is it true they used that cube to give her life?" Scruffy asked in wonder.

He nodded. "They've been taking kids for experiments for a little while now, but none survived the processes. We tried on a couple of adults as well, but they didn't even last as long as the kids. This one was a still-born. We grew her body in the tank for a while, around the mechanics, then used the cubes energy. I think the reason the others failed was because they were alive before the operations, the cube's energy fried them."

Yawning, she drifted asleep.

The years passed quickly. She soon learned the language of her creators – English. She learned all about their culture, and after about three years of solid education, she was allowed into another room. This room was called the "Training Room," where she learned how to control her vectors – large metal arms protruding from her body, that could change in form if she concentrated.

She still knew little to nothing about herself, but she could remember everything that had ever happened to her, since her first thoughts. "So bright"

Other than that, she knew she was named Twenty Three, she was a female, and she belonged to Sector 7 of the American government.

Another year of training, and she was ready to go to the outside for another training excersize. She was excited, but afraid. The man with the scruffy black hair, who she called "Papa," had told her all about the outside, in her lessons, but she couldn't imagine the things in real life – she had only known these two rooms, her whole life. The "Training Room," and the "Containment Room." She held Papa's hand as she walked down the hallway, her vectors twitching in nervousness. She was glad Papa was assigned to be her watch. He had been her main source of support throughout her life, and she felt she had a bond with him. He was always there when the medics patched her up after training sessions that had gone wrong, he was her teacher, and her only friend. He had also been there that day, after one of the scientists, a strong but old man had hurt her. He had told her it was another experiment and she had to go along with it, for progresses sake. She had nodded and allowed him to invade her.

Papa had interrupted, and ran at the scientist, punching him in the face. She had just sat there, watching him as he attacked the other man. Once he had finished, he had gathered her naked body in his arms.

"Was the experiment useful?" she asked him, massaging her sore thighs.

"Was that what he told you?" he asked, his voice breaking with emotion. "That was no experiment… For gods sake, you're still a child – this is so sick."

Watching her Papa cry had hurt her more than the alleged experiment, or the realization that one of the scientists had betrayed her.

"I'm sorry, Papa," she said, looking up at him. "If I kill him, will that make it better?"

His eyes widened. "NO!!"

"I'm sorry," she said again, not understanding his tone.

"Listen, Twenty Three, it's not your fault… you have to know, though. Life is special. Sacred. We don't want you to kill or hurt others, unless it is absolutely necessary."

It had confused her, so she just nodded, remembering the words for future analysis. She had been taught to kill if told to, and not to second guess it. She was to simply follow orders.

She still wondered upon those words, as she followed her Papa down the hallway, to the outside.

It was amazing… The blue sky, smeared with clouds – it seemed to on forever. The waterfall, going over the dam. She could sense the power in it. Everything was so amazing. The smells. She took deep breaths of air, treasuring every moment, feeling almost free.

"How do you like it?" Papa asked her, grinning.

"How far does the sky go?" she asked in wonder.

"Forever," he smiled.

"Forever," she repeated, feeling slightly dwarfed.

"You're mission, is to take down that plane," he told her pointing in the distance.

"How?" she asked – it was so high up…

"Up to you," he smiled. "It will shoot at you, so you have o avoid the bullets as well. Have a walk around and explore the area – the excersize will start in thirty minutes."

She nodded, and began to move around the area, testing the stability of the different matters she had not yet encountered. The metal of the dam she was familiar with, the rock surrounding it, however, was less sturdy. The current of the water was strong and fast. She looked around her, trying to find a way to get into the sky with the jet.

Impossible. That meant the jet would have to be lured close to the ground. But if it could shoot from the sky, there was no reason for it to do so. She would either have to prove it's bullets ineffective, or wait until it ran out. But then it could retreat, and she would fail. It surely would not be stupid enough to come close enough for her to destroy it. She would have to use long range as well… But she had no long range weapons…

An unlikely idea struck her as she signaled to Papa.

"I am ready," she called, and he signaled the plane.

The jet neared her and let off a round of ammo.

She used her vectors to create a metallic shield around her, the bullets falling to her sides, uselessly.

She grinned, picking them up at changing one of her vectors into a gun similar to the one on the jet, firing at his engines with his own ammo.

There was an explosion as the engine combusted, and her enemy spiraled down to the ground.

She turned around, and grinned at her Papa, who just stared at her in a mixture of awe and fear.

Another couple of years, and she could take down an entire group of planes, tanks, and even a fleet of ships, which she swam under and tore the bottoms off, sinking them.

She had become very powerful, but never disobeyed orders, and was now on her first mission – she was being deployed in the middle east, to take care of a bunch of terrorists.

She was dropped in the area, with the simple order to destroy everyone.

She approached the white building, heading straight for the guards at the gate. This wasn't a stealth mission.

She had received blue prints of the building previously, and knew this was the only entrance and exit. None would escape her. She was using her vectors to cover her skin in a protective layer of metal as a precaution. She knew their weapons, and knew they could not harm her. This would be a slaughter.

The guard cocked his gun at her and called out in Arabic. She had also studied their language, and understood his request.

"Identify yourself," he had said.

She ignored him and continued to walk towards him.

He shot the ground a meter in front of her feet, and repeated himself.

"Identify yourself!"

She picked up his bullet and grinned. A .22. He would never have any chance against her.

Dropping it, she ran towards him, a wild look in her eyes.

He began shooting desperately at her, screaming in fear as she unleashed her vectors on him.

Tearing his head from his body, she entered the base. There was back up over the next hill, coming to occupy their base, and make sure there was nothing dangerous left behind.

She walked into the corridor, making her way to the first door, smashing it open. There stood a man in military uniform, and a couple of men in burkas. Before they could even open their mouths they were dead.

No one lived long enough to raise an alarm, and she had killed them all within ten minutes.

She dragged the bodies out front for the troops to inspect, to see if any of the leaders were in the group. She lined up the sixty two bodies, and stood to one side waiting for her superiors to arrive.

"No, no, no!!!" the captain shouted in despair. "What was you're mission, what did they tell you to do?"

"Kill them," she said confused.

"No, what did they tell you? The exact wording," he shouted at her.

"Infiltrate the base, kill the terrorists," she stated, blankly. What was he so upset about?

"They didn't tell you what to do if there were hostages?" he cried, staring in disbelief at the body of a young asian woman in her twenties, dead eyes staring back.

"Correct. My instructions were to locate and destroy the terrorists."

"Does she look like a terrorist to you?" he shouted, grabbing her shoulders.

"She was in their base, I have been told they can seem like normal people," she stated, in her same monotone.

"You should have questioned her! Asked her, or radioed someone if you weren't sure!"

"I had no reason to doubt she was a terrorist. I have followed my instructions to the mark. My job is to follow instructions, not question them."

He hit her in the face, and had to be restrained by his men.

She was taken back to Sector 7 base, and kept in her containment room with no contact. Her food appeared in a hole in her door twice a day. The only things she had in her room were a simple bed with white sheets, and basic bathroom facilities.

She did not know how long she was kept there, as she lost count of the time after one year and two months.

She was confused as to why her lessons and training had stopped. She accomplished her mission, she killed all the terrorists, so why was everybody so angry with her? Perhaps now that the terrorists were gone, they had no further use for her?

Although she showed no outward signs of it, she began to grow a strong resentment for her creators. Why would they just abandon her like this? She had never even heard from Papa. She hated him the most.

It was on one of these lonely days she found herself standing in the middle of her room staring at the door blankly, that she heard some huge crashes. It was followed by shouting and gunshots.

She heard a woman scream, just outside her door. Unleashing her vectors, she tore it from her hinges in anger. Something her obedience had prevented her from doing until now.

The woman screamed again. She recognized her a medic from several years ago. She looked up and saw a metallic organism half the size of her aiming its gun at the woman.

"Twenty Three!" she clawed at her. "Save me!"

Twenty Three looked down at her in disgust. They ignore her for god knows how long, then expect her to help them.

"You have got to be kidding me," she sneered at the desperate human. The robotic creature seemed to be holding his fire out of pure curiosity.

"Why? What do you mean?" she cried, terror in her eyes.

"Because I hate all of you," she stated, using her vectors to tear her apart in a bloody mess. She turned to the robot. "Are you my replacement?"

It laughed maniacally, and grabbed one of her vectors, pulling her down the hallway. Although she knew she could destroy the creature, she held off, wanting to know more about it. It lead her into a room with a gigantic metallic creature.

"Who is this?" she looked up at the colossal structure.

"Megatron! Megatron! Megatron!" the little robot said excitedly, hacking into the computer to turn up the temperature. He then disabled the things blowing dry ice on him. The once he could reach anyway, then began to swear at the higher ones.

"You want those disabled too?" she asked him and he nodded, shooting a one of them.

She used her vectors to swing up the scaffolding, taking out all of the higher ice jets, then returned to her shorter partner.

"Did I do good?" she asked him, but got her answer from the giant who jolted to life, shaking the ice off him and crying out in rage. Frenzy grabbed one of her arms and took her to the outside, throwing her in a cop car, chattering to it in his own language.

Even without a driver, it took off and dumped her in a remote area, before transforming into a huge robot. Not quite the size of the one they unfroze, but big never the less.

"Stay here," it told her in English and she nodded, sitting down.

She watched him transform, and drive off, wondering if she was being abandoned again. But at least she would be outside this time.

She did not move for three hours, until the cop car returned, followed by two aircrafts, a construction vehicle, and an army truck. The small robot jumped out of the cop car, and ran to her, excitedly jumping around her and shouting I his own language.

"I am to understand you aided us in freeing me?" The giant robot peered at her, taking note of the metallic arms sticking out of her back. "You don't seem to be human, what are you?"

She looked up at him, confused, but not afraid. "I am experiment Twenty Three. Are you my replacements?"

"Replacements? What are you talking about?" the robot asked her. "What kind of experiment are you?"

"Sector 7 built me. I was to be their weapon, but I have been in my containment room for years with no contact. I assume they scrapped me for newer models. Are you them?"

"We were not created by humans!" the other aircraft-robot shouted, offended.

She squinted at him, trying to make his face out.

"I have told you my name, the little bot told me you are Megatron, who are the rest of you?" she asked them.

"We will be asking the questions here, organic," he spat, but Megatron hit him.

"Quiet, Starscream!" he shouted, then addressed the human again. "I do not remember you telling us your name."

"Twenty Three," she repeated slowly. "I am experiment Twenty Three."

"That's your name?" the cop car asked, dumbfounded.

"Decepticons, introduce yourselves!" Megatron ordered.

"Barricade," the cop car said.

"Bonecrusher," the military vehicle followed suit.

"Devestator," the construction vehicle saluted.

"I'm Frenzy," the little bot said, pulling excitedly at her vectors.

The one called Starscream seemed to be sulking, and Megatron hit him in the head again.

"This idiot is Starscream, and I am Megatron, leader of the decepticons. We are from a planet far from here called Cybertron, searching for the Allspark, an object that can create life and energy."

She nodded, filing the information away. "Why were you at Sector 7?" she asked him.

"Those foolish organics were interfering with our affairs, they will die for their follies," he growled, holding an obvious grudge. "Now tell me, what kind of a weapon are you?"

She looked up at him, wondering how to answer that question, before deciding to show him.

She unleashed her vectors on a tree, tearing it to shreds in less than three seconds.

"That kind," she said, blankly.

Megatron let out an evil laugh. "And Frenzy says you hate the humans… Are you willing to join us?"

"Logic states that if you kill my previous masters, you are my new master. I was government property. They have been destroyed, correct?"

"Mostly," Megatron laughed again. "The rest can easily be terminated if need be."

"Good enough," Twenty Three nodded. "I am your property now. I will do my best to serve you."

"I like this one," he grinned wickedly at his troops. "You could learn something from her, Starscream."

Said jet glared at her, but she paid it no heed. It was probably just something trivial.

"You look like you're their most advanced weapon," Barricade told her. "Why would you think they scrapped you?"

"I have no idea. I followed my orders to the mark," she regarded him.

"What happened?" Bonecrusher asked her. They all seemed interested on some level, so she told them.

"I was ordered to enter a terrorist base and kill them all. I did. It seems there was a hostage I killed as well, but I was told to kill everyone. It was not in my orders to question, or check identities," she told them, the only emotion in her voice was confusion. "I followed my orders exactly, but they took me back and put me in my containment room with no contact for several years. I'm not sure how long. I was never told what I did wrong."

"You broke out of there pretty easily, what stopped you doing that before?" Frenzy asked her. "You could have broken out and killed them all at any point in time."

"I was raised to be obedient. I follow orders. I had no reason to escape."

"Freedom would have been a good enough reason to me," Starscream sneered, patronizingly.

"I do not understand the idea of freedom," she told him, in her same blank voice.

"You didn't help that human woman when she told her to help her," Frenzy observed.

"She was a medic. I have never taken orders from medics," she said in disgust. "My orders come from the scientists, the military tactitians, or Papa."

Megatron liked her the more he heard. "You know your place, excellent… You will no longer take orders from any humans. Your orders will come from me, or the other decepticons. The only time you may disobey their orders, is when they contradict with mine," he seemed to be glaring at Starscream.

"Yes, Megatron," she nodded.

"Lord Megatron," he smirked.

"Yes, Lord Megatron," she repeated obediently.

"Yes, Starscream, you could learn a lot from this human," he laughed at his sour look.

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