Hey everyone! This story is being rewritten(mostly because I really want to update it because I love the story but rereading it… my writing style has changed far too drastically to update it seamlessly. Not to mention, imo my style has improved as well and looking back on this actually kills me rip) so if you're coming back to this, I apologize if you preferred the old version but I do not.

Previous Title: Searching for a Soul

Continuum: Transformers: Animated(07)

Genre: Sci-fi/Adventure

Rated: T+ for dark sci-fi elements, violence, child experimentation, etc…

Summary: When Blitzwing is taken by a group of human scientists, he is awoken to a surprise. How will they escape, and better yet, how do they protect the children that came with them?

Disclaimer: I do not own, nor claim to own, Transformers: Animated. All rights go to Hasbro and Takara.

There was darkness. That was all he was aware of for a long while, and how when he tried to move his body was restricted. Some form of stasis cuffs held down his arms and legs… As he came into awareness, he ran a quick self-scan to see why everything was dark and quite a few warnings popped up; his cannons had been disabled, his dual T-cog had been removed, and the missiles he kept in their docking bay on his shoulders had also been removed completely. There weren't any Autobot spark signatures anywhere in the immediate radius either, so for the time being that scratched them off as the cause of this unfortunate turn of events. However, it didn't take long after he regained consciousness for blinding blue-white LEDs to flash on above him. He jerked his head to the side, grimacing as the lights reflected off of sterile white walls and white floor tiles. Distantly, he registered everything in the room he was being held in was white. That, or hidden beneath white sheets. Above him, stretching from one side of the room to the other, was a silvery catwalk with white doors on each end sealed tightly. He could hear the sounds of footsteps approaching, and tried to focus in on whoever was approaching. Everything was far too small to belong to any Autobots, at least the ones here on earth. No, most of this seemed rather archaic in nature and rather outdated by Cybertronian standards.

"Who are jou? Vhere have jou taken me?" he spoke, voice schooled into a calm, but harsh, tone. For a long while there was no answer, and he demanded answers more forcefully once again. This time, his attention was drawn to the silhouette standing on the catwalk. The lights glaring down on their form made it difficult to make out their appearance.

"For many reasons, I suppose. Why you in specific? Well, your… unique characteristics made you a perfect specimen for this procedure. We have bore witness to the power of this… Allspark as your people call it, and what it can do to inanimate machines. With minor experimentation, we have discovered it can even alter organic properties to become cybernetic! However, what we really want to know is… can it do the opposite?" the voice that finally spoke was feminine, walking down the catwalk and into one of the doors, which given the fact the figure appeared from a door level with the floor moments later he figured it was an elevator.

"You see, Blitzwing, isn't it? If this works, well… Humanity won't have to rely on the "Autobots" for protection from your Decepticon faction any longer. We will, once again, hold the controls to our own planet and your people will be nothing more than bystanders. You will be unable to fight against us. If mine and my colleagues hypothesis is correct, this will open up new doors for humanity entirely. Super-soldiers capable of holding their own against the likes of your kind, individuals with the dexterity and ability to withstand long-enduring space travel. Perhaps, even still, we will hold the key to unlocking the secret of human immortality. Of course, all of these things are hypothetical and certainly a long ways away in terms of development," she said as she and a few other uniformed lab workers went about removing any and all tools from the room. This left it entirely empty aside for himself and her, and given the fact she was leaving… he wasn't sure he wanted to know why they had felt the need to remove everything.

"Jou're crazy! Jour pathetic organic minds are incapable of understanding the true power of the Allspark! I'll crush jou all like ze insects jou are ze moment I'm free of zhese restraints!" Hothead roared out as she left, and soon he heard her voice returning over a PA system.

"Initiate phase one of the procedure," she said, and he attempted to thrash but felt the signature shock of stasis cuffs. Unexpected, however, was the pinprick sensation he felt across his entire body as his vision blurred, before he convulsed even against the physical stasis he'd been thrown in, guttural screams of pain tearing their way out of his vocal processor. The light in the room grew unnaturally bright, he registered it being some form of UV radiation. Right as warnings on his system began popping up, it ceased. The room went dark again, or at least it seemed like it had. Really, it was his optics attempting to readjust after being caught in such a blinding situation. His body was wracked with shivers as he came down from the pain he'd been in mere moments before.

Humans returned to the room, dressed in all-white hazmat suits and he hated that he couldn't see their eyes. He could feel their hands against his body, and he could hear the rattling of carts and tools as they connected monitors to every pressure point in his body, testing them to administer electric shocks and he grimaced. IV drips linked into his energon lines, organic contaminants entering his bloodstream slowly, burning as it clashed with his natural biological makeup. They'd kill him at the rate they were going!

"Let me go, jou ngaaaah!" His voice was cut off with a pain cry as another IV leaked some form of light blue, glowing substance into his body that felt like his very spark was being torn from his body. The humans backed away and left again, watching critically from other rooms as he jerked against his restraints spastically.

"Initiate phase two of the procedure- up the amplitude by-" was the last thing Blitzwing heard before that awful light returned and between the pain from everything being injected into his body, the electric pulsing, and the radioactive light surrounding him on all sides, he felt his mind splitting into fragments.

Was this what it was like to die? To feel your mind and soul dispersed from your body and launched anywhere but where it was meant to be? He resolved that yes, this must be what death is. At least he no longer felt pain… It was odd, however. He felt as if he was being compressed alongside being scattered across reality all at once.

It didn't take long for his awareness to fade and everything went black.

So yeah. First chapter rewritten here! I know no one will really care about this story, but hey- I'm writing it mostly because I love it and if someone else enjoys it… well, that will just make my day!