Halfbreed:

A/N: Hello readers! I'm starting a new story on Transformers! I just saw the 3rd movie and thought it was awsome so tell me what you think. This actually takes place AFTER the second movie but BEFORE the third one. It's my first time writing the whole sotry in first person so R&R please I would loved to get feedback! Enjoy

Chapter 1: Kia

I stood silently in the deserted alley. The black hoodie covered my face and subdued the blue glow coming from my left eye. (I'll explain that later on for now just listen.) In the depths of my right pocket I clutched the small metal cube that was the whole reason for coming out tonight. Webs of fog obscured from my shins down, it's misty fingers leaving drops of moisture on the fabric of my dark blue jeans.

Then in the distance there was the clomp of footsteps and out of the dark came another hooded figure. Finally out of the fog came a short figure in a red jacket. Amber eyes peered out from behind scraggily blonde hair. The boy's black jeans were ripped and dirty and his combat boots were obviously to big for his feet. That was the usual for most humans nowadays.

"So..." the boy said as he came closer, "...do you have the part?"

I looked at him out of the corner of my eye, "Maybe, did you bring the dough?".

The boy frowned but brought out from his pocket his right hand with five black payment cards. I sighed at the sight of his hand, all five of his fingers were made of metal. He must have had a run in with that Decepticon doctor. The metal digits were rusty, dented, and scuffed to no end. But I ignored my rising empathy for the kid, this was just business nothing more.

After a moment I turned and fully faced him and removed the cube from my pocket, while holding out my left hand for the payment. At the same time the blonde boy quickly took back his metal hand and then whipped out a black hand gun and pointed it at my face. Anger and fear sparking through his face as he did so.

"Really?" I said, raising my hands in surrender, " are we gunna do this the hard way?" I had to hide the laughter in my voice.

"I need that part, okay, and I am NOT getting screwed!" the boy's voice was steady but his gun hand shook slightly.

I analized the situation, it was obviouse that he had only brought the gun to scare me off. Just by the fear that I saw and the way he was holding the weapon I could tell that he had never used it before. Why was it that the newbies always thought I was gonna pull a fast one.

"NOW TRON!" I yelled, surprising the kid with my voice.

There was a moment of silence but then from below the fog exploded a small sliver shape that barreled into the blonde boy's face. Sometimes the newbies were right.

"AHHHH!" he yelled and fired the gun.

There was a sharp ping as the bullet hit something metal. But I ignored it and laughed as my little friends terrifyed the crap out of the boy.

As he was distracted I swiped the payment cards out of his metal fingers and quickly counted. A hundred, perfect amount.

"Alright Tron, come on," I gave a quick whistle and the small metal Cybertronian lept from the boy's face and scuttled over to where I was standing, then perched on my shoulder like some odd parrot with glowing red optics.

"You'll pay for that! Halfbreed!" he howled and then half turned to leave.

The boy stood with a huff and glared daggers at me, his amber eyes sparkling with rage. But the effect as lost with the grease smudges all over his face from Tron.

"Aren't you forgetting something?" I said with a smirk and the boy stopped running.

I tossed the small cube towards him and the boy caught it mid-air with a shocked look. Like I said, sometimes the newbies were right but not all the time.

In a flash I was then running down the other side of the alley and disappered around the corner. I was jubilent, I hadn't made a score with that much cash for a long time. Now that I added the money I had saved it all added to three hundred and fifteen.

"Hey...Kia did you see the look on that bum's face? It was priceless!" the little robot on my shoulder laughed, his optics sparking with glee.

"Yes Tron, you do your job well everytime. You always do," I said back rolling my eyes, "how's about we get ourselves so fuel?"

The bot almost fell off my shoulder with happiness, "Regular or Diesel?" he questioned.

"Definetly Diesel," I said as I felt a goofy grin spread on my face.

"Ahhh..." I sat back and burped, satisfyed like I hadn't been in a few weeks.

A meal of watery stew and flat soda didn't seem like much but nowadays it seemed like a feast.

Tron agreed with a burp of his own and then put down the small container of oil that he had been chugging from. Then he proceeded to like the goo from his tiny metal fingers.

In this day and age most people didn't get to eat like that, they either had to steal; which was punishable by death, beg; which was usually ended with a mugging, or you had to scrounge up whatever you could find in the trash; and that was usually scrap metal.

The most profitable way to get nourishment was either to work for the Decepticons, which was the most common case. But the pay was awful compared to the work you did or you could sell mechanical parts for cash to whoever hould buy them. That was also illegal without a signed permit, which I did not have.

After another moment of resting I looked down at my battered watch, it was almost nine o'clock. Curfew was in five minutes.

'Still have a minute to look for any more merchandise before I have to head back though,' I reasoned to myself and stood, picking Tron up with me.

I placed him back on my shoulder and checked that my hood was still firmly on top of my head and then head down between two large, abandoned buildings in the city that used to be Washington D.C. Now it was a shell of it's former self, it had been ever since those Decepticons had taken over. It had been ten years since those damn robots had come rampaging.

It had just started like any other day, June 13th 2013. The day that the Cons, as they are less formally know, attacked Earth. They came with a force of over a hundred bots pluse hundreds more of their smaller minions. They started by attacking every marjor city in the world; Tokyo, London, Moscow, Bejing, Washington D.C, New York City, L.A, El Djazair (capital of Algeria), even Sydney Australia. The human race fought hard but they were out powered and unprepared for the invasion that the Decepticons had brought. Even with the added help of the Autobots, who were to few, nothing could prepare the world for what was coming.

Within a week most Africa Cities fell along with most of South America, then Australia, the UK, and Japan fell, three weeks in China, Russia, and the USA lost the battle, and finally the rest of the world saw the lost cause and surrendered, hoping to lessen the final blow of the aliens.

It ended with all the world's major leaders being killed publically and Megatron declaring himself lord over Earth and to show his 'massive' power he proceeded to enslave hundreds of humans to build what he called a second Cybertron smack dab in the middle of the Sahara Desert. The remaining Autobots that had survived fled into underground hiding, who could blame them. Megatron had put a million, in human money, dollar price on anyone who reported an Autobot.

It's now October 15th, 2023. Now everyday is a struggle for most people just to get enough food to live. Everyday people were killed either by starvation or robots. Those who were able to make a living were either killed out of spite or capture for doing something illegal in order to get their money.

I consider myself lucky. Lucky to have lived through the whole ordeal as an eight year old, to now make enough money to get food, and to have a place I can call home. But back to reality.

Finally after walking for a while my bot buddy and I came to a large, dumpster sized,bin that held tons of metal scrap.

"Alright Tron, let's give it a minute and then we have to book it home 'kay," I instructed.

The little cybertronian nodded and then lept up and with a whoop dived into the metal filled bin. I myslef grabbed onto the lip of the container and then with a heaved lifted myself up and sat at the edge. After the minute of siphoning through the scrap my self had collected a handful of clean, usable nuts and bolts, two sound modulators, and a clump of copper wire. Tron had come up with only a small microchip and a unbroken optic bulb. It was a small haul but a haul non the less.

Suddenly there was a high pitched siren that sounded across the city, it's long eerie peal irritating my ears and causing Tron to was now in motion, anyone caught outside now was to be arrested and interrogated. That ment me.

I jumped down to the concrete ground, grabbing Tron, our haul, and stuffing them both into my pockets. Then I bolted down the alleyway between two buildings. Immediatly the street lights started flicknig off, leaving and inky blackness behind as the siren faded and died.

"CRAP!CRAP!CRAP!CRAP!" i muttered as I dashed through the streets, keeping an ear out for any patrols.

I ducked through every short cut, side street, and secret passage that knew. All the while Tron was trying to clamber his way up my hoodie and then crawled inside the depths of my hood, cowering behind my right ear.

Finally I made it to the main street, the last thing that separated myself from the small warehouse that I called home. There was only one problem, a large metal cat partroled the street, him red optics looking for naything to attack.

"Whadda we do Kia!" Tron whispered into my hear, I could feel his shaking against my neck.

I thought for a moment, going through different senerios, plans, and their percent chance for workings. Finally I spotted the man hole on the other side of the street, hidden by the shadow of the building. The I glanced down and saw the same right next to my foot.

"I have a plan,".

A few districts away in an much larger, abandoned warehouse sat a lone Cybertronian. His red and blue paint faded and worn from the many battles he had weathered. He sat there, his mind going over and over his many failures, to the humans, his fellow Autobots, and to himself.

The bot's face was partly hidden in shadow but you could see the glow of his bright blue optic, but where the other one was supposed to be was just a ghastly black hole of shredded wire and broken metal parts. The payment for one of his many sins.

There was a sudden tap,tap,tap on the large metal door of the warehouse. Without an answer the door slid open with a small squeak. There stood a slightly smaller bot, his yellow paint almost gold in the moon light.

"What do you want?" the larger Cybertronian asked, his deep voice dripping with shame and defeat.

"Just checkin..on an ol' friend," the other bot's broken voice sounded staticy, as if coming from a radio.

"I am no friend to any Autobot. Just a disgrace," the red and blue bot replied, turning his face away.

With a sad moanthe yellow robot turned to leave, his endevor coming to an end but he paused in mid step. There was the sound of a panning radio and then a song came on, it's words echoing around the empty building.

"I look ahead to all the plans that we made, and the dreams that we had. I'm in a world that tries to take them away, oh but I'm taking them back," for a moment there was silence as the yellow bot skipped ahead in the song then, "...my friend this life we live, it's nto what we have. It's what we believe!".

Then with that he left, closing the door behind him with a hollow boom.

"If only I could believe that," the large bot closed his one eyes and then was yet again lost in her memories. The past hurting him even more then the present.

A/N: Hope you enjoyed! I own nothing related to Transformers or to 3 Doors Down, and I'm only saying this once.

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