At this point, Elizabeth felt that ‘terrified’ was an understatement for how she felt in this moment. Currently, 23-year-old Elizabeth Jones was running for her life from M.E.C.H soldiers, people who wanted to create a new world order with technology.
They wanted to experiment on her due to reavealance of her higher level of IQ in comparison to teens her age. She was starting to regret going on the scouting mission with Bumblebee and Smokescreen, she should’ve just listened to Ultra Magnus and stayed behind, and maybe she wouldn’t be running for her life.
Her breathing was heavy as she ran as fast as she could, dodging from side to side to avoid tranquilizer bullets. Their chase moved up to the rooftops as Elizabeth climbed a ladder and started leaping from building to building. Her gaze locked onto a warehouse parallel to herself. She picked up her pace before grabbing onto a drain pipe and slid down, grunting as she landed on her feet. Elizabeth continued to weave her way through alleys until she made it to the warehouse and climbed in through a broken window. The young woman took deep gulps of air as her pace slowed while she looked for a place to hide.
She spotted a dark corner with window nearby. A perfect place to hide with an escape route. The ginger haired teen went over and sat down in the corner and pulled her hood up, hiding her brightly colored hair, which would’ve stuck out like a fish out of water if she hadn’t covered it. She covered her mouth and nose with her ashy grey bandana to muffle her heavy breathing as he heard the warehouse’s doors bang open.
“Locate Miss Jones and bring her to me, or there will be consequences!” A stern and intimidating voice barked out the order, that was followed by a chorus of ‘Yes sir!’. Elizabeth carefully pulled out her communicator and pressed the button.
“Smokey, Bee, do you read me?” she whispered, her usually bright and bubbly voice was raspy and hoarse. She covered the speaker to muffle the static.
“Elizabeth? Yes we read you, where in The Pit are you?!” Smokescreen spoke, followed by Bumblebee’s whirs and clicks of concern.
“Shh! I’m in the old blue warehouse on the outskirts of Jasper. M.E.C.H found me and they’re in here too. They’re looking for me.” The female replied in a hushed voice.
“Primus…We’re on our way, Elizabeth, sit tight. We’re bringing Optimus and Ultra Magnus.” Smokescreen spoke before disconnecting the frequency. Elizabeth let out a sigh of relief that was cut short as a bright flashlight shined down on her, nearly blinding her.
“Silas! We found her!” A soldier called before he and one other soldier jumped down from the crate they were standing on. The two soldiers rushed her and grabbed her by the arms tightly before dragging her up. A third man, with white buzz cut hair and plenty of scars on his face, approached.
“Ah, long time no see, Miss Jones.” The man spoke, his voice deep and gravelly. Elizabeth glared up at the man.
“I’d say it’s too soon, Silas…” she growled, making the M.E.C.H commander chuckle.
“You always were a fiery one, Miss Jones. A shame that you couldn’t put that fire to work in the battlefield. You would’ve made a fine soldier.” he said. The young adult scoffed and rolled her emerald colored eyes.
“As if I’d be a soldier for you. I work with Agent Fowler and the Autobots now.” she sneered, her glare intensifying. Silas’ smirk turned into a frown before he snapped his fingers.
“Get her in the van. We need to go before the Autobots show up. We’ll continue this chat later.” he ordered as he turned. The guards nodded and began dragging Elizabeth out to a black, armored van.
Elizabeth hissed as light hit her eyes. The back of the van was pitch black and cold. A soldier had opened the van’s door and pulled her out by her upper arm.
“Get up, kid.” he grumbled. Elizabeth huffed as she stood, struggling to keep up as the masked man pulled her along towards a new warehouse, protected by turrets and machines. Elizabeth looked around with her eyebrows furrowed. She’d never seen this warehouse before, it had to be new. The soldier continued to pull her into the building and through the security check before tossing her forward, making her fall onto her knees.
“She’s all your’s, Doctor.” The soldier said before turning swiftly on his heel and marching off. Elizabeth grumbled and rubbed her arm where the man had grabbed her, dark bruises starting to form already. A man with slick black hair turned around from where he stood at a control panel.
“Ah, Miss Jones. It is a pleasure to meet you at last, I have heard so much about you. My name is Doctor Thaddeus Morocco.” The man greeted, adjusting his monocle before he stepped forward and carefully pulled her up with a ‘tsk’.
“I told them to be careful with you, as you are meant for greater things, Miss Jones.” Doctor Morocco said as the young adult glared at him. She dusted off herself and huffed quietly.
“What are you going to do with me?” Elizabeth asked softly, trying to keep her voice steady. She held her head up difyant but also scanned the room for any escape points. The older man smirked before he moved swiftly, plunging a syringe into her arm and injecting a serum into her vein.
“You’re about to become the greatest weapon to mankind.” Doctor Morocco hummed as Elizabeth’s eyes fluttered and she passed out, the man catching her in his arms. He looked proud of himself as he dragged her to an operating table, a large, black metal frame in the background.
The world began to come back to Elizabeth in a bright light and blotchy white and red. She could barely make out the two blue orbs that slowly focused into worried optics.
“R…Ra?” Her voice choked out before she started coughing as she tried to sit up, the mech above her let out a sigh. Ratchet gently sat her up in a resting position.
“Rest young one…what is your name?” he asked gently. Elizabeth squinted slightly in confusion. What did he mean? He’s known her for three years now.
“It’s me, Ratchet…Elizabeth.” she answered, her voice staticky. Wait what? The girl looked at her hands only to find black servos. Her eyes, now red optics, widened as she flexed her digits. She looked up to see the sadness on Ratchet’s face.
“It’s just as I feared…somehow that scientist managed to transfer your memories to this frame and brought you back to life in this body…” He said softly. Elizabeth’s breathing quickened as the reality began to set in. Coolant tears began to streak down her black cheekplates and broken sobs escaped her intake. Silas had finally done it.
He had found a way to transfer human life into a Cybertronian body.
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