"Normal talking"

"thoughts"

"Primus talking"

"UNICRON TALKING"

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Transformers, nor any references I may make to other stories, games, or movies, only my OCs. If I owned Transformers, this following Fanfic would occur.

Rated T for wiggle room, some crude humor, and cartoon violence (am I allowed to say that? This is a fanfic about a cartoon, so technically it does all take place in a cartoon, so…).

Also, for those who care, this is an edited version of the previous prologue. I suck at starting stories, and this is a version I like more than the old one.

"...That would certainly be agreeable."

"I THOUGHT WE WOULD BE IN AGREEMENT. SO, ONE FOR ONE, DO WE HAVE A DEAL?"

"I am glad that we are not at war, but I cannot be sure of your intentions. You may choose one, but I must be in agreement with you before giving my assistance."

"FINE. NOW, LET ME SHOW YOU MY CANDIDATE."

A group of children was gathered around two, goading on the larger one. This group had assembled in one of the outer hallways at the school, where few adults were apt to go. The ground, as they were outside, was concrete and the walls of the nearby buildings were brick. The larger boy threw the smaller one to the ground, a vicious grin on his face all the while hurling insults at his downed victim.

"You feeling smart now, punk? Thought you could just get away with dissin' me? That'll teach you to mess with me!" The bully punctuated each sentence with a kick aimed at the gut of the boy who now was on the ground in the fetal position. Sobbing and begging to be let go, the boy was unable to protect himself from the onslaught of pain. Just then, a voice called out from the crowd.

"Hey, moron, you're not cool just because you can hurt a kid smaller than you."

Pausing his abuse, the bully looked up and scanned the crowd that had since gone silent. He growled.

"I either hurt you or him. Your choice." There was no movement for a moment, before the person to whom the voice belonged stepped out of the crowd. He was a freshman that was a fair match for the bully's height of six feet. He wore a simple black hoodie with slightly too-long sleeves and jeans. His hands were in his pockets, and he just wore a small grin.

"Well, Mr. Powerful, I guess you have to prove your dominance this way since your equipment is shriveled and diseased? No surprise your girlfriend left you."

The bully's face was filled with rage, before rushing forward to punch the other boy. Said boy raised his hands to block the wild swing, causing the bully to cry out in pain. There was now a circular hole between his knuckles, a deep wound beginning to gush blood. The defender still had his hands up, a pencil clenched in a hand, covered in red liquid. He put his hands down.

"Whoops, I'm so sorry." He said in an unapologetic voice. "I completely forgot that I was still holding that thing. But hey, at least it can bring this fight to a more satisfying conclusion than your previous dates."

With a roar of blinding rage, the bully rushed his opponent. Sidestepping the rush, the other boy whirled around to face the aggressor and wait for the bully to face him head on. Right as the bully did so, the boy punched and stepped forward, putting all of his weight behind a punch aimed to the underside of the bully's chin. It connected, sending the bully flying back and to the ground, out for the count.

Just then, the principle finally reached the crowd. He looked around, before taking charge.

"Zane, come with me. The rest of you stay here, security will be here in a moment with the nurse."

Zane walked home, making his way across the town, stuck playing that scene over and over in his head.

"It's not my fault I had to save that boy, Did I go overboard? No… No. Better to be sure than to allow someone to get back up and hurt you. Never underestimate another…" While Zane muttered to himself, debating the pro's and con's of his actions, a smaller boy ran up behind him and tapped his shoulder. Zane turned as quickly as a flash of lightning, brandishing a new pencil. When he got a good look at the other's face, he relaxed.

"Hey."

"Uhhh, hi. Thanks for that back there."

"Don't mention it. I see no reason for needless violence. Some people do not deserve the fates that befall them, such as you."

"Yeah." Replied the smaller boy, looking a little nervous. "I don't know what he would have done if you hadn't been there."

"Listen to me," Zane said suddenly and solemnly, grabbing the other boy by the shoulders. "Do not learn the wrong lesson from this. Rage and a thirst for vengeance shall not help you. Pay my kindness forward, do what you can to help others while staying smart. Good luck, and may you have a good day." With that, Zane abruptly turned around and continued home, leaving the other standing there in shock.

Closer to his home, the hairs on the back of Zane's neck started to prickle, making him feel uneasy. He paused to look around and listen intently, but no noises or movements were noticed. He calmed back down and continued, feeling the beginning of paranoia as he felt watched. Zane tried to shake it off, but it just grew in intensity as he got closer home. He rushed inside before feeling a powerful wave of exhaustion crash over him.

Zane headed straight to his bedroom. He laid down on his bed and went out like a light.

Zane opened his eyes to see he was... in the middle of what might very well be Space. Except, it felt off, somehow. The galaxies were as colorful as ever, the empty Space as black as ever, but still something felt wrong. That's when it occurred to him. There was a presence, one that made the hair on the back of his neck stand on end, just like before.

He twisted and tried to turn to find the presence, but being in the vacuum of space made that impossible. His struggled continued, but was still unable to make any progress in any direction. After some time, long enough for Zane to tire himself out, a metal platform appeared beneath him and he fell to it. Zane stood and glanced at the metal. Whatever it was, it certainly wasn't a metal he could recognize. Before he could take a closer look, a deep, commanding voice began talking. But, it somehow seemed to be ancient, and full of wisdom. Much like a grandfather, all the way down to it's soothing quality.

"Zane Alexander Livingstone, we have chosen you," the voice said, startling Zane. He flinched, but then wiped his face of emotion.

"Chosen me? For what? Why? And who is 'we'?" Asked Zane, all the while trying to keep a straight face and not reveal any emotions. He just hoped that this would end well.

A second voice spoke, this one filled with amusement, hatred, and malice, reminding Zane of someone who had been wronged his whole life and was forced to develop a cynical view of reality.

"WE HAVE CHOSEN YOU TO SAVE THE SPAWN OF MY ENEMY, ALONG WITH MY BODY. YOU ARE THE BEST POSSIBLE CANDIDATE FOR THIS JOB. YOU WILL HELP US END THIS WAR DIFFERENTLY THAN FATE DECREED. AND TO ANSWER YOUR QUESTION, WE ARE PRIMUS AND UNICRON! WE NEEDED TO COMBINE STRENGTHS TO FIND A SAVIOR, AS WE ARE... TOO WEAK ON OUR OWN TO BRING YOU INTO OUR UNIVERSE."

Zane's eyes widened in shock before Primus continued from where Unicron left off.

"You have two choices to make, each with two options. These choices will greatly affect what you will be able to do and the path which you shall walk down, so choose carefully. The first: my Allspark, or Unicron's Dark Spark."

"Wait, how do I know I can believe you. Am I drugged, asleep, hallucinating, or is this indeed real?"

"It is a combination, I suppose, between sleep and reality. Take it on faith, as the pastors on your planet would say."

"Forgive me if I don't take the advice of a pastor. Many of them do not exactly have a good track record for... anything at all, really."

"ONCE AGAIN, YOU HAVE PROVEN WHY I WANT YOU TO BE-"

"You need to make your choice now. My own Allspark, the giver of life and the holder of the knowledge of a thousand generations. Or the Dark Spark, the Spark of the Chaos-Bringer, giver of pure power. Which do you choose?"

Zane watched as two objects appeared on the platform, the Allspark, whole again, and the Dark Spark. Zane Immediately walked to the Dark Spark and grabbed it. The cube then disappeared.

"GOOD," said Unicron, finally speaking again. " JUST AS I HOPED. NOW, THE LAST CHOICE. AUTOBOTS, OR DECEPTICONS?"

"Neither" Decided Zane after a moment's hesitation, as both had restrictions that he could not bear to function under. He couldn't be nice all the time like the Autobots, nor would he be so ruthless as the Decepticons required. To do some good, Zane would just have to go do what was necessary.

"Very well. Now that the decisions are out of the way, you must understand a couple things."

"Like what?"

"THAT YOU WILL NOT BE ABLE TO RETURN TO THIS WORLD, THAT YOU MUST MAKE SURE WE SURVIVE, AND THAT THE WAR BETWEEN PRIMUS' CHILDREN IS OVER, ONE WAY OR ANOTHER. WE WILL GIVE YOU A FEW GIFTS TO HELP YOUR CAUSE, ANYTHING IN PARTICULAR YOU NEED?"

"How about the knowledge on how to make the transformers in Age of Extinction, info on the basics of nanotechnology, advanced applications of it, and the knowledge on theoretical applications. And the ability to create more of this metal beneath me."

"I can see how that could prove helpful."

"And a tablet that has extremely fast processing speeds with more storage than there are stars in the sky, with a few videos and songs downloaded onto it?"

"WHATEVER YOU MAY NEED, MY PRODIGY."

As soon as Zane uttered those words, the scene changed. In front of him lay a road, to his left desert, and to his right a town. He looked down at himself, to see he was wearing dark blue jeans and a plain black jacket. Zane unzipped the jacket to see a black t-shirt. The entire outfit fit perfectly with his normal attire; not too flashy and yet not too much like the Unabomber. He zipped the jacket back up realizing it was nighttime, and therefore cold. He started heading for the town, knowing he would have to obtain the necessities.

He put his hands in his pockets to keep warm, and felt a small, rectangular, plastic thing, and so he pulled it out. Zane realized that he had felt a case for an tablet, so he turned the tablet on. He typed in the first numbers that came to mind -1369- and the tablet logged on. He started at the screen in horror for a second, then said,

"Never mind. I don't want to know why that worked."

"You're rubbing off on me."

"AWW... DON'T MAKE IT SOUND LIKE A BAD THING. ADMIT IT, YOU ENJOY THE FUN OF MESSING WITH MY SPAWN."

Silence was his only reply...

Zane looked on Google earth to see where on Unicron he was at, to see he was in Jasper, Nevada. He searched for Jasper, Nevada to see the surrounding area and what it's layout was like. It turned out that just over a kilometer to the south lay a small forest, the perfect hiding place. Zane paused for a moment, looked up at the sky to find the North star, then went in the opposite direction.

After walking for about ten minutes, Zane stopped at what was little more than a couple dozen trees with large distances between each.

"How is this a forest? Even a grove is an exaggeration!"

Zane paused momentarily, wondering how to use the powers he may not have even gotten.

"DO YOU REALLY HAVE SO LITTLE FAITH IN ME?" Asked a voice. Zane looked around him then asked, "Unicron, would you have a lot of faith in yourself?"

"...TOUCHÈ. ANYWAY, I WANT YOU TO ENVISION YOURSELF AS A CONTAINER. A FRAGILE, FEEBLE CONTAINER."

Zane scowled, "Did you just call me fragile?" He asked in a deceptively calm voice, the kind parents use to scare their children without yelling.

"MY APOLOGIES, ZANE, YOU ARE NOT A FRAGILE CONTAINER. YOU ARE MORE OF A DAINTY VASE: SO VERY EASY TO BREAK. THOUGH, TO STAY WITH THE PREVIOUS METAPHOR, YOU CAN ONLY USE SO MUCH ENERGY AT ONCE WITHOUT CAUSING A GIGANTIC MESS. SPECIFICALLY, OF THE BLOODY, LOSE YOUR BODY AND SOUL IN AN EXPLOSION OF INFERNAL POWER KIND. NOW, IMAGINE A SMALL TRICKLE OF POWER COMING OUT, STRAIGHT FROM YOUR NOW TAINTED SOUL. USE THAT TO SHAPE THE UNIVERSE HOWEVER YOU WISH,." there was a slight pause, " I AM TOO WEAK. THIS CONVERSATION CAN NOT LAST MUST LONGER. BE CAREF-"

"Hello, Unicron?" Asked Zane, " Are you still there?" a short wait, "oh well. I guess I will have to be careful of what I do until I can talk to Unicron or Primus."

Zane followed Unicron's instructed, and imagined the ground beneath him turning into metal, Cybertronian metal. Zane watched with wide eyes as metal slowly spread out from beneath him. When it got 10 meters away from him, he put his hand to his forehead, feeling the beginnings of a headache, and to wipe away the drops of sweat forming.

He continued to make it spread, even as the headache slowly grew. After a few more moments, the metal's growth slowed dramatically while the headache grew exponentially, making him scream out in pain as the worst headache he had ever felt hit him like a fastball to the "family jewels".

Zane fell down to the ground and curled up into the fetal position. After a half hour, Zane stood back up and opened his eyes. They glowed bright purple for a second, then returned to a chocolate color.