Okay, so here is Chapter One. I figured you guys would want something besides a 500(?) prologue, so here is this. The editing of the next several chapters may be slow due to finals and work, so please be patient with me. I will try to keep my uploading consistent (ahahahaha). Again, thank you!!

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"We are all butterflies. Earth is our chrysalis."

~Lee Ann Taylor

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June Darby tilted her head back, resting it against the side of the tub as she took a few selfish minutes to relish the warm water. It would be absolutely miserable, stepping out and being kissed by the harsh, cold air, but she postponed the feeling for a little longer.
It was nice to be clean after several days of walking around in her own filth. Another several hours and she probably would have requested they at least allowed her to go somewhere and shower herself clean, as well as put on new clothes. She must have stunk, or something, because Knock Out had unceremoniously plucked her out of her cell and brought her here about fifteen minutes ago.

"Are you done in there?" Speaking of which.

"Almost," she snapped back, glaring at the curtain where the red mech was standing. "I'm still washing my hair."

A lie, but it was not like the Decepticon was going to check - she hoped. Taking a deep breath before sinking below the surface she gave herself another vigorous scrub before resurfacing and slipping out of the water, shivering violently. Her teeth chattered while her skin was relentlessly assaulted by the cold air, the woman drying herself off quickly before dressing in fresh clothes.

"Finally," her babysitter muttered when she emerged from behind the curtain, picking her up none-too-gently and carrying her to another table within the laboratory. There, he set her down on the countertop and pulled out various food items and water bottles, grimacing when a digit tip nicked the side of a crate.

"That is just perfect," he muttered to no one in particular, focusing on the imperfection whilst the prisoner ate. His blood red optics watched her once he decided the digit tip could be fixed, huffing and scowling.

June finished as quickly as she could without throwing up or feeling too sick, standing.

"I'm ready to go back," she announced, confused when all she received was a snort.

"Lord Megatron has requested an audience with you; you will not be returning to that cell any time soon." The vague reply sent chills down her spine, the human gasping and squirming when smooth servos plucked her from the countertop without warning. Her blue eyes narrowed, and she glared at the mech.

"What do you mean?" She demanded. "What could he possibly want? We haven't had a conversation in days!"

"Don't know, really don't care." Knock Out quipped back. "I certainly don't want a private audience with my master and our resident psychopath."

Shockwave. The goosebumps from before seemed tame in comparison to the ones she now sported. What could they possibly want with me?

A horrible thought came to her head. No. No. No.

They are going to experiment on me. Just like they did with Jack.

Horrifically, she did not know if the idea was appealing, or repulsive.

Their trip down the halls seemed all too short, a hundred different scenarios, each one more horrible than the last, running through June's head.

"One human femme, specially delivered," Knock Out purred as he opened the door to the intimidating forms of Megatron and Shockwave. The silver warmonger focused on the human in his CMO's servos, silently extending a servo. The moment the requested human fell into his palm, clawed digits closed around her as a cage, trapping her inside like an animal.

"Very good, Knock Out. Dismissed." Megatron turned away from the medic, missing his disappointed look. There was a long pause, the medic daring to speak again when he realized what resided within the laboratory.

"My liege, I do not mean to question your judgement, but I believe my expertise is required to run . . . That," June could not see what he was gesturing too, Megatron keeping her trapped and in the dark in his servo. It was suffocating, and increasingly uncomfortable, the tips of his digits threatening to slice open and exposed flesh that dared to come across it.

"Knock Out's observation is logical, but unnecessary," Shockwave added in his own two cents. "I am very much capable of running the neuron refractor myself."

"And you are certain you may not need a doctor to witness and stand by for emergencies?" Knock Out pressed. The human woman wondered if it was because he truly believed he was necessary, or if he was just wanting to stay and later gossip about what would go on in this room.

What was going on? Certainly there was a body for her to be transferred into, or perhaps there was another abhorrent machine the Decepticons were going to do to amplify her misery. Frustratingly, her living cage restricted her view of the room.

"Perhaps, but as you may have noticed, Knock Out, we have limited space within this laboratory. And it would be quite difficult to save your pitiful chassis if the resulting experiment were to wake up and go on a rampage," Megatron countered, his patience wearing thin. "Unless I was mistaken, and you are impartial to the damage of your finish?"

"Ah, yes, of course. Then I will, ah, be right outside the door, in case I am needed," the medic chuckled nervously, June hearing the door open than close when Knock Out skittered away.

It was then Megatron unfurled his claws, inspecting his prisoner. She was looking a little thin, much paler, but she would soon leave the confines of such a fragile body. Though it gave him a touch of anger to notice her mistreatment, he resolved himself by believing that Soundwave would have intervened had the third in command noticed their valuable prisoner's denaturing.

"Shockwave, is the experiment ready?" He tore his gaze away from her, looking towards the scientist.

"All we require is the human," the Decepticon confirmed.

June attempted to stand up on shaking, wobbly legs, crying out when Megatron began to walk and threw off her sense of balance, sending her back to his palm.

"What are you doing to me?" She demanded, fingers gripping the groves within his metal hand. "Why am I here? I won't consent to any insanity you have planned!"

"We do not require your consent, Ms. Darby," Megatron sneered, her heart seizing in her chest. "Merely some . . . Coerced cooperation. You will do as we say regardless, however I strongly advise you resist as little as possible."

Shockwave moved, allowing Megatron to tilt his palm and dump her onto the metal table. The human fell on her hands and knees, quickly standing up and glaring at the two Cybertronians, realizing just how uncomfortably close they were to each other. Her blue eyes found the source of the discomfort - the room was inexplicably smaller than normal.

She looked at the odd, extra thing in the room, starting to recognize what looked like complicated joints and armor pieces, her eyes finding the back end, which tapered down to a sharp tail. Turning her body she was able to see that the "thing" circled all the way around to her, spinning around to see a thick, broad neck that sloped and ended abruptly with the introduction of an intricate head, one adorned with sharp horns that slid down gracefully to mate with jaw pieces, the creature's mouth ajar and possessing several sharp teeth. What was unnerving, and what made her stomach flip-flop, was the lack of any life in the optics.

"What . . . Is that?" She asked, horrified that she may already know the answer.

"That, June Darby," Megatron purred, "is your new body."

The woman screamed as a servo gripped her waist, the smooth and precise digits belonging only to one being, Shockwave flipping her around and pressing her against the table, energon bands snaking out around her wrists and ankles, trapping her. She fought and writhed, feeling hot tears run down her cheeks as she struggled.

"Please, don't do this," she gasped. "You have already taken the kids! Was that not enough?" Despite the possibility that she would have agreed to the experimentation for the sake of Jack, in the heat of the moment, with the Decepticons looming over her like a threat and giving her no choice on the matter, her brain instinctually kicked into survival mode. Fighting was impossible - flight was necessary. She needed to escape.

"Our experiment had yet to be tried on a human and Predacon interface," Shockwave sounded so casual about the twisted experiment. "It was only logical you would become the step in that direction."

"The pain will be temporary," Megatron added with faux comfort, his servos clasping behind his broad frame and optics returning to his inferior. "Shockwave, you may begin the procedure."

A flick of a button was June's only warning before something blinding flooded her vision, a migraine exploding behind her temples. The human thought she could hear herself scream, yet the observation vanished within moments of appearing, her consciousness swiftly dissipating into darkness.