Summary: The Decepticons are looking for a way to use human genetics to grow their army-but their research isn't looking too promising. At least, not until the proper DNA combination is found. That's where Jay Rose comes in... only to be carted off into a world of pain and confusion! What's in store for her now?

Disclaimer: I don't own? There really isn't any other way to say it...

Chapter One: An Experiment Gone Horribly… Right?

This is kind of awkward, writing to whoever you are that's reading this. This is kind of going against my… eh, superiors, I guess you could call them, and I'm putting myself in danger by doing it, but I just don't care anymore! What are they going to do? Beat me? Even if they do, I can't just sit here and wait for help anymore. I need to do something to get word out! I mean, I managed to get myself into this situation, right? Now I just need to get myself out.

Yeah, right, I should explain. You don't even know what this crazy person is rambling about! So I'll just write it out in ink: The Situation. I thought this was going to be easy to write, but it's actually pretty hard. Nothing is ever easy anymore, now that I think about it… Well, I can't think of any way to say this more gently, so here it is:

I'm a product of a Decepticon experiment gone terribly right. I'll explain later, if you wish. I'll be the first to say that I'm an abomination. I'll concur readily that I am. But that's not the best place to start my story.

Yeah, I know. "Decepticons aren't real, even us fans know that. This is lame." And then you reach for the Back button, right? Did you think anything along those lines? Sorry, newsflash: they are. The Autobots, though I haven't had the pleasure of meeting any of them, are also honest-to-god real. It would be 'dangerous' and 'unnecessary' if I met with them, according to the Decepticons around here, but that really just means that they don't want me to get any ideas about freedom.

I'm sorry to dish this out to you guys like this. The war is real, as well. People and Transformers die every day, whether it happens in secluded locations or in public places the government covers up. I know of quite a few humans on the Decepticons' side who used to talk to me that are now, for lack of a better word… gone. Now all that's left of them are the human replicas: twisted things like mindless, obedient humans.

Bet that got you thinking. "Why is she not a mindless drone?" Well, that's because I'm Experiment 1000HG and they need me to have a brain, and the ability to feel pain. There were one thousand of us to begin with, between the ages of sixteen and twenty-one. Look at my number and guess how many of us survived.

Just two: me and one other person, Chris. We were forced to watch the others die. The reason? I still don't know. Maybe just to screw with our heads, or desensitize us for what was to come.

I've been officially missing from my family for six months…. the other thousands of teens and young adults have been 'missing' for even longer. I'll be recapping that entire time for the sake of both my mental health and your understanding of my situation. I'll spare no details; it might start out as rainbows and sunshine, but you'll just have to read on to find out the truth. This will be bloody and not for the weak-stomached.

Please understand that this is not just some story, but my real life. If I die, this story dies. I guess you could say I'm writing this because I just want a little peace of mind, to make sure that at least someone out there can acknowledge that I'm alive. Maybe one of you is a family member. Well, for you, I just want to say I love you. Have a good life without me.

All I'm asking is for you to read; judge this how you would like. All I want… no, need, is for you to remember. I might already have lost my hope, but need my mind go with it?

Remember a Decepticon experiment gone terribly, terribly right… or wrong, depending on your point of view.

I hope you understand a little of my life.

I sure as hell don't.

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"Yes?" I questioned as I turned to him curiously. Blurr smiled as dazzling a shy smile as a Transformer could and mumbled "Sorry" and "Never mind."

I stopped typing, fingers aching heartily. Staring my night's work into submission, I looked over it again and again. Every now and then, I edited something. I swear, I re-read those four thousand words four times before I was satisfied and allowed a smile to form. Say hello to the world, Wild Flowers Can Bloom chapter number twenty-six.

I was super-excited with myself over that one line, (even if I would hardly admit it) because it ended a flurry of work on my fanfiction that had started hours and hours and hours before. After weeks of not touching my computer screen, (because it was, of course, broken) I had finally managed to write paragraph after paragraph of pure gold! The Fanfiction community will not be committing murder over this.I thought quite smugly as I saved my work in my Priority One folder. It had been practically forever since I had saved or even updated my Wild Flowers Can Bloom story with anything new. I knew that it needed to be updated, or else my reviewers would end up hating me. I had only gotten a half-glance at the clock, but I still knew that it was almost three in the morning… not that it really mattered. I mean, who goes to sleep early anyway? Grandparents? Psht, not this Girl! I talked to myself a lot, I remember, using both my mouth and mind.

I had been working for six hours. If my mom knew that, I'd probably have been in bed by six every night! I, of course didn't want that. With a yawn that could rival a wild animal, I leapt off of my fancy spinning chair and landed on the soft carpet of my room with a pit-pat. I was surprised by the sound. I actually thought it was quite harsh, and listened intently for movement downstairs for almost half a minute. No sound. I let out a puff of air that I wasn't aware I had been holding. The coast was clear. I knew my computer was only a hop-skip-and-a-jump away from my bed, but I didn't want Mom coming in because she heard 'the floorboards creak'. She could be scary about that kind of thing!

When I felt I could move, I did, but I walked so softly that I could have been counted as a ninja. I managed a smile and a snicker at that idea, remembering how my siblings and I could all scare Mom easily… if she wasn't asleep. Asleep, she was a ninja herself! I yawned again before scurrying to hop into my pretty green pajamas. I'm not exactly a girly-girl, so those PJs were a stretch even for me. I was pulling my hair back from my shoulders when I caught my reflection in the mirror.

"Ugh." I groaned, leaning in and critically looking my face over like every other teenage girl. I wish now that I hadn't been so critical of myself back then.

Now, bear in mind, I was happy with myself just the way I was, though I should have been ecstatic… but I just had to be sure, y'know? It was kinda like someone would tell me I looked good, but I didn't quite allow myself to believe it. I had pretty hazel eyes that changed color… not anything wacky like purple or orange, but just between hazel-blue and hazel-green. It was mostly determined by the clothes I wore. My hair was a dark squirrel-brown that had natural streaks of highlight through it and fell to just above my shoulder line. My face was a little scarred from my younger years when I had left my acne unattended, though it was smooth now. I was told I had a quirky smile which was slightly lopsided. All in all, I was just average. For some reason, however, average was never good enough. I wanted to be extraordinary! Then again, who didn't?

As I stared at my likeness, I could only remember what day it was. Sunday. Ugh. I was going to get about three hours of sleep before I had to get up to go to morning Math, and I wasn't looking forward to it. We had just taken a test which I had done well on, but now we were moving on to graphing parabolas or something equally insane.

When that was finally over, I would hang out with my friends for a whopping twenty minutes. I liked to call them the "Maxly Maffia", since the group mostly consisted of my friend Amanda Maxly and all her ex-boyfriends or wannabe-boyfriends-at-one-time-in-their-lives… most of them the latter.

I would then rush to my American Experience class, where we would be told repeatedly that "You're juniors, start acting like it!", or "You only have such-and-such a time to complete this! Get to work." We would then be given some pointless grammar/vocab page to do and told to use the class period. Stupidest thing ever, when I think about it now.

Then, joy of joys, I would be going to French or Chemistry. I wasn't struggling in either one, but they were both crazily-intense classes nonetheless. My French Teacher was great… amazing, actually. My Chem teacher was a little more eccentric, often telling us that if we spilled acid on ourselves, we would find ourselves wet, naked and shivering under the emergency shower. We would all laugh every time she said it, hoping against hope that the acid stayed in the bottle and not on our hands, arms, or clothes. Any body part, really.

It would then be time for one of my most beloved classes: Art. Painting and sculpting were always fun. It was nice to be able to forget the harder classes and do something I wanted to do.

What happened after would either be health (A.K.A Hell) or Yearbook, where I would make pictures pretty. Simple classes, really. Much easier than trying to split an atom or something like that...

I smiled wearily at my reflection before letting it fall and realizing just how tiring that sounded. 'Maybe I should take a mental health day.' I thought to myself, yawning as I set my alarms, plural, and fell into the embrace of my pillow and comforter. Sometimes being a straight-A student was the worst thing ever, considering I didn't even know what I wanted to do with my life… I mean, you'd think that at this age you'd know, right? I got good grades and I still had no clue what I wanted to be. When graduation's only a year away, the pressure seems to mount until you're ready to explode. I guess the 'A' stands for Agonizing.

Personal doubts aside, I was afraid of a lot of things, so I had also given blood for the first time on Friday, trying to get over my fear. And now they had my blood type on record: O-negative, which was apparently a very good blood type… for other people. I could give blood to anyone, but I could only receive O-negative. I was really proud that I hadn't fainted at the sign of the needle, and after that it had been a cake walk.

In my Bio class the other year I had even gotten to see what my DNA looked like. For some reason though, it just didn't obey the laws of DNA. When it was supposed to swirl and coil it lay flat and unmoving, no matter how much I shook it. The teacher even had the nerve to claim I didn't put any of myself in it. Weird-o. Why would I not do my assignment? My goal through High school was a 3.75 GPA, I couldn't get that if I didn't do well in the classes.

I felt myself drifting into a deep sleep, reminding myself to think of 'Zoids' to become unconscious. It was kind of a ritual. Some people had fans they had to turn on, others music they had to play, and I had to think of plot lines for different TV shows. What I didn't know, or could even hope to grasp, was that this would be the last few hours of normal sleep I would ever get again. Why I didn't treasure it at the time is beyond me… I guess I was just a stupid Junior.

I wouldn't get the chance to become a proper Senior.

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The next day, I followed my schedule to the T. Weaving through crowds of people and sitting through hours upon hours of lecturing and homework… it was a boring day, nothing exciting happened. No fights, no screaming teenagers, and really no change from the schedule I had described the night before.

I was sitting in Health waiting for the bell to ring at 3:15, signaling the end of the school day. A few of my friends were sitting around me, talking about one of the few subjects that interested them. What could possibly interest a class full of freshman? One word: Walnuts.

"I don't know about you, but I think it would hurt. Swallowing a whole walnut…" That was my friend Richy being his usual freshman self. I had to admit, though, he was one of the cooler freshys, and kinda cute. One of the jocks in the class replied with "I've done it before!" almost defensively.

They were about to say something more when a loud beeping resounded throughout the whole school. Sweet, blessed relief! I thought to myself, grinning and swinging my bag over my shoulder. It was heavy, but I had become accustomed to the weight. As we all rushed toward the door, I yawned and waited behind just a bit so I wouldn't be squished. As the line for the door was established, I quickly stepped in.

It took me all of three minutes to get out to my car. My brother would be out of the school in about five minutes, so I had to cool it down for us both. I remember that detail vividly because after that… time seemed to slow. I looked to where my car was… or at least, where it was supposed to be. It didn't register till I looked down at my keys that this wasn't my car. My head shot up as I looked at the car that was now in its place.

It was a police cruiser with a cop sitting on its rear end, arms crossed and looking straight at me. Or, at least, I assumed he was looking at me, though I couldn't tell because he had large sunglasses on. My heart beat faster as I tried to think what could have possibly happened. Did I hit someone? Or did someone hit my car and they towed it? Was it impounded for some reason? Why is the police officer here? My thoughts were frantic as I walked closer, trying in vain to figure it out. Worry was always evident if I wasn't sure what was going on. Somewhere in the back of my mind, I thought this was kinda cool. Something to spice up my day.

I had probably just parked it somewhere else. Yeah, that was it. I started to look over the rows of cars in a futile attempt to see it. I was short (5'1), so seeing over the cars in the parking lot was an impossibility anyway. With a deep breath, I walked closer to the car.

"Um, Officer, is there a problem?" I asked, feeling my heart beat a billion times a second. I tried futilely to make contact with his covered eyes. He smirked as I talked, and a shiver ran a relay race down my spine. He got off the back of the car and stepped closer to me. For some reason that I couldn't fathom, my brain screamed 'danger'. I ignored it. This was a police officer.

"No, Ma'am. We just need you to come down to the station, something has happened to a family member. A Victor?" He was talking while looking at a small pad in his hand. My heart beat exploded faster, if that was possible by this point. That was my brother, the oldest out of all nine of us. I was so panicked that I didn't detect the strangeness in his voice, how it cracked every so often like he was reading scripted lines or something. It also didn't explain why my car was missing, but I didn't care when it was about family. First came God, then came Family, it was how my world worked.

"Is he alright?" Eyes wide, fear evident to the cop, I stepped closer. My mind was making up scenarios on its own. Horrible, horrible scenarios. If I had been thinking rationally, I would have been calmly wondering why I was so trusting. Like usual.

"I'm afraid I can't say, I was just told to bring you down to the station." His voice was weird now, sounding like he had a bad flu. My mind didn't pick that up though, it was stilling running circles, back flipping, and winning the Olympics.

"Alright." I said, almost too fast, as he held a door open to the back. I should have thought that was weird, but it didn't register. Gentlemen, they were hard to come by these days. Panic was the only thing I was feeling. I really should have been more perceptive, the warning signs were glaring at me.

If I would have looked just a little closer, I would have seen the blank and unchanging eyes of the cop, how his muscles were slightly perfect, the way his movements were jerky and unstable. Most important (and obvious) of all, there was the decal on his car that read "To Enslave and Destroy." It was all lost on my frantic mind.

I quickly grabbed my phone from my pocket and tried to call my Mom, ask her if it was true. But then I saw that I had no signal strength, and my heart plummeted. I didn't understand why at the time. Outside and in cars, I usually had the best signal.

I hadn't noticed the cop get into the car, but I heard it start and pull out. That was strange, it finally hit me. I would have jumped if he had shut the door, my nerves were on fire.

"Uh, Officer. Can I use your phone to call my mom?" I asked as politely as I could, trying not to be a bother. He didn't answer. Suddenly, polite demeanor was replaced by an unresponsive exterior. My heart had calmed down considerably, but leapt back into action when there was no response.

"Sorry, but please. It will only be a minute. And-" There was no reply and I started to panic. I played through scenario after scenario in my mind, and all of them were bad. Is he a rapist? Oh my gosh, why did I get in the car?! I continued to berate myself as I looked back and forth from his head to the door. I tried the handle, only to find it was locked.

"Where are we going?" I asked in a smaller voice, staring in disbelief as the city started disappearing behind us as we entered the countryside. How is he going so fast, I haven't been in the car any more than five minutes… right?

That's when I heard a sound crackle through the radio, sounding almost like the radio was eating half the car. I covered my ears to save them from the screeching noise, only to watch in fascinated horror as metal plates slid over the windows and in-between the front and back seats. It was unreal.

Then it was quiet. Nothing reached me from the outside world, I remember that as clear as day because then I started sobbing and shouting. I even pounded a few times on the metal-covered windows, and I even managed a few scratches on one, but had to stop because my hands were becoming sore.

Then, time stopped meaning anything as I heard a voice over some kind of intercom in the car.

"Hello, Jessica Cooper." It said in the most non-human voice I had ever heard, though it had an obviously snide and cocky sound to it. The speaker seemed to loath me, as if we had been enemies for years. "So nice of you to come quietly. I must congratulate you on your stupidity and confidence in the humans dressed as 'enforcers'. You were by far the easiest to capture. You may as well get some sleep, for the trip will be long and tiresome for your weak human body. We can't have you unwell when you arrive." He spat 'human' every time he could.

I was stunned into silence, grabbing the leather of the seats so hard that the seams might have come undone. My breathing was erratic as I completely freaked out. I wasn't one to have nervous breakdowns, but I felt one creeping up.

"What's going on?" I asked, my voice shaking the slightest bit as I shivered in what I only could think was pure fear. An equally foreign-sounding and haughty laugh was the reply. It sounded suspiciously like purring.

"You're going to help us defeat our long-sworn enemy. Unfortunately, the means by which you will do so will most likely be very painful on your part. As you humans say, 'no pain, no gain', if I am not mistaken. There will be much to gain, but also quite a lot of pain." The voice was so grammatically correct and cold… I just sat in silence. And it kept saying humans, which left a bad taste in my mouth… this could not be happening.

Everything I had ever written about Transformers was coming true. My characters who had been kidnapped by Decepticons and turned into horrible things that they had to live with forever. The ones who were still fighting in my stories to stop evil… This wasn't real. I tried to convince myself firmly, but my mind no longer held any say over what happened to me.

"Now. Hibernate." it commanded. I was about to do something really brave and stupid when I heard a whirling sound and then a steady pssssshhh. I couldn't see what was happening, but I could smell it.

It was half a minute later that I fell over in an induced sleep thanks to that inhuman voice's knockout gas. At least, that's what I remember.

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That's how this whole mess started. And, just to clear this up, none of the names in here are real. They are made-up names to protect both those involved and you. I am thankful, though, that you stayed around and read it. It's nice to know someone cares. :] fake smile or not.

This is kinda off subject, but I will try and update my other stories… I'm just not sure when I will have the time. I'm not even sure how I found the time to write this story. But I am a Fan Fiction Authoress first and foremost, even though I might be leading a more abnormal life now.