Crimson_Vellum
'She was approaching the city's limit when the hair on the back of her neck suddenly stood up, and she felt uneasy. She looked around, trying to see what would have caused her flight/fight response to trigger. A flash of yellow came into the corner of her eye. The yellow car that had been parked in front of the diner seemed to be following her, driving slowly, staying at least ten yards behind her. She frowned, taking subtle glimpses behind her as she continued down the abandoned road.
'Yup. It was definitely following her.'
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Most people knew who they were by the time they reached high school. Sure, they were still figuring things out with their education and stuff; but they knew where they came from, who they belonged to, and everything that had shaped themselves up to that moment.
Not Zira.
She had an...interesting case. No memory. No family. Just her tech, a random backpack full of items, and the nagging feeling that she should be looking for something - or maybe someone.
So she searched. Visited different places. Got work where she could. Attended high school for at least one semester wherever she went. Looking for something she didn't have a name for.
Little did she know; but when she came to Jasper, Nevada, the thing she was looking for would find HER instead.
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Updates every Friday.
TW: Violence, blood
NOTICE: This fanfiction is based off of the TV series "Transformers: Prime". I do not own any of the characters or concepts of or related to "Transformers: Prime". The character Zira and the concept of Cybermorphs are my own.
Thank you.