Earth: 10:00 A.M.

Trustwood High

Campus Grounds

"Ha, loser!" Donny yelled at another student, knocking his books out of his arms. The victim was very cross inside, but he couldn't do anything about it. He wasn't a loser, exactly, but Donny picked on him with a ferocity. Donny and his "lackeys" beat him up thoroughly biweekly, but always jumped the poor 110 lb. teen at the least expected times. Other times, like now, he was pushed around briefly.

"Don't listen to him, Jared. He's just an insecure piece of dirt. And that's why he pushes you around. And why he also pushes Gary, Jim, and Brad around, too." Kay called out to him. Kay was 5'6'' and thin around her waist, with not so prominent hips. Her bust was average, but not that Jared was thinking about that. Okay, he was for a second. Today, she was wearing a cyan sweater, with blue high top sneakers, and a jade green skirt that came to her knees. She had her hair dyed purple, but it was amazingly shiny. It was tied in a ponytail. Jared wasn't the best friends with her, but they still talked now and then. Brad was one of Jared and Kay's best friends. In fact, that was how the two met in the first place.

"Thanks Kay. But no one else is jacked up as terribly as I am by him..." Jared replied.

"I was trying to be optimistic..." Kay deadpanned. "But, it's unfortunately true. I don't know what Donny thinks he's achieving by assaulting you at random."

"I wish I knew, too. But I figured out that it's not at random at all." Jared was deep in thought.

"How do you know?" Intrigued, Kay waited intently.

"I believe he does it biweekly, beating me to a pulp. But it's when I'm vulnerable. Like at night or in an alley or both or something."

"Too cliché to me..."

"I know, right?"

School ends, and Jared and Kay part ways. Kay runs to her house, two blocks away. Jared gets on his bike and begins to pedal. And guess who's waiting?

"Get ready... One... Two... Three!"

Jared wasn't sure what happened first. A bucket of crude oil was suddenly spilled in front of his bike's front tire. Trying to stop, which is never a good idea, Jared was sent skidding, then was launched off his bike, hitting the grass (thank god), but breaking his foot (I thought too soon), and just lay there. Groaning in pain, Jared heard some lady call the cops. And he blacked out.

Jared wiggled around, feeling like he was covered in some sheet. Oh, wait, he was. Looking around, he saw that his foot had a cast. He smelled hospital food. He wasn't eating that crud! Never again!

Jared saw a window to his left, seeing a fly on the window. Or was it a beetle? There was nothing else unusual about the room, though. A small, crappy television was on the upper right corner, facing him. But it was worse: A sign said out of order. "So I can't even watch the news... Oh, joy."

The beetle was watching Jared from the window. Except it wasn't even a beetle. It wasn't even organic: It was a spy camera.

In Space

Earth's Orbit

Right Over Jared

"Ah, what an odd boy. He seems like a person we can use for the DNA and RNA testing. A perfect specimen. We will land in an hour." A lanky, cyan crystal skinned alien spoke from behind a mask, watching Jared from an incredibly enormous screen. The screen was from the perspective just outside of a window. His orange eyes could be seen inside the glass, and his voice was deep and raspy. He wore pure black, with a blue stripe down the center, up until his shining platinum belt ended his top. The rest was a pure black, spandex tights, and black boots with white soles. He was holding a glass of red liquid, tilting it gingerly from side to side. The liquid was then brought to his mouth, and slowly disappeared down his gullet. A bunch of little black and white men were tampering with the ship's controls. After setting the timer for landing at specified coordinates, the men then merged into one, similarly sized creature.

"Ready and waiting, sir!"

"Excellent..."