He wasn't anyone. Anyone important anyway. Well, he wasn't someone anyone would know could be remotely important. Sighing he walked around Central City. Nice place. Happy town. Really liked their hero Flash. And his kid, Flashy? No that wasn't right. Flash Jr? Flash Kid? Speedy? Or maybe Kid Flash? Whatever his name was, he wasn't too bad either. Not that he would know personally, he had never been arrested. But the scientists who kidnapped him last week were. Not really surprising anymore. After the green monkey thing in Africa, he'd seen every kind of crazy person that would want him for one reason or another.

Though looking at him now, if he didn't know himself, he would pass for normal. Just your average kid. Brown hair, green eyes. Lightly tanned skin. A small spray of freckles on my nose you had to really look at me to notice. All that with a black turtle neck and a pair of blue jeans. Not that he could really wear any other kind of top. Not without showing the prison's power control collar.

Grasping his neck there was a thick grey metal collar. Which on one hand was terrifying. On the other hand comforting. It made him seem normal. Without it, he would be a freak. With it, came haunting memories.

But no one knew. And he wanted to keep it that way as he continued his stroll in Central City. A large toothy grin on his face with one canine glistening brightly. He looked at some of the stores. People looked back at him disgustedly. He looked grimy and nasty. Not like he had a home to wash in. After what happened to his parents and adoptive parents, he had no place to call home. Pretty sad for a ten year old.

"Wonder what I can find for breakfast," he mumbled. His voice was high pitched and almost sounded like a child actor overacting to secure a part. Looking around his eyes fell to a trash can. A normal child would've been disgusted and never consider looking for food there. But he wasn't exactly normal. And he accepted that. Many animals ate from trash cans so why couldn't he?

"Let's see, have full cup of orange juice, a muffin. I'm eating good today," he smiled. Normally, he would be just drinking from the park's water fountain. Sitting on the park bench, he began to eat his small amount of food. Across from him was a pet store. Warm, dry, and somewhat safe. Those animals sure have it lucky. This wasn't the first time he had thought this. But there was a price to be paid. A chance at dying. A chance at being discovered. A loss of freedom. But food, family, interaction, were they worth his crazy idea.

Freedom or food? Food or freedom? Decisions, decisions. What should obviously be freedom was being combated by the painful gnawing that had been going through his stomach for the past few months. If only daddy-sir and mama were here. He didn't feel hungry anymore. He only felt the tears on his cheeks. And a new hunger. One for attention. Finishing off his food and drink, he entered the pet store unnoticed. He knew that he'd have to pick something green. He spied a green iguana. Perfect. He slipped his hand into his turtle neck and hit a button on the side of the collar. His daddy-sir's own personal touch in case he needed to use his gift. As bestowed by a stupid little green monkey.

He saw his hands already beginning to change. He placed his hand over the tank and thought about the iguana in front of him. That would be his life now. Until someone grew sick of him. Or tried to kill him. Usually the latter. But that was with scientists so maybe not so much now.

"Whoa, hey little guy. How'd you get out of the tank?" asked an employee picking him up. Gently, he put him in the tank with the other iguana. It walked up to him and gave a look.

"I've heard of animals escaping this prison. But a human breaking in?" she asked. He smiled as best as he could.

"It's an easier life here than out there. Freedom… Freedom is painful. Is that breakfast?" he asked. She only flicked her tail. A term for most reptiles he had taken to mean, yes.

That was one week ago.

Now he was alone in the tank. She had been purchased by a little girl (quite shocking seeing a little girl in a pink frilly dress ask her mommy for a "pretty" little lizard) and been named Emma. He would miss Emma. But he had more room. And more food now. His stomach was more than pleased. Dried or fresh fruit everyday. A vegetarian lizard. Perfect. Now all he really wanted was a home. A warm home if he was going to be an iguana.

He looked around the store. People flocked around the puppies and kittens. They always did. He didn't mind it before. But if they kept him from being sold, wouldn't he become food for another animal. Oh there's a scary thought.

"I'll take the iguana," said a voice. He looked up. A teenager. One with bright red hair and a spray of freckles on his nose. He looks like Uncle Larry, before his accident.

"Are you sure kid?" asked the owner.

"Positive."

"Okay. Say, we have a deal going on with habitats…"

"No thanks. I've got that covered."

With that he was pulled out of the tank and placed into the hands of the teen. They were warmer than his tank. Probably because he was an alive and not an artificial light. Warmth of being alive. A mammal's heat. New home, new family. All he hoped was that this family wouldn't die on him. Like the others. Just like mom and dad, daddy-sir and mommy and his uncles.

Once they were outside the store he didn't have time to blink before his stomach lurched. When he could see clearly, they were no where near the pet store. They were in some sort of cavernous room.

"Hey Rob! Look at my new iguana," he said excitedly. A black haired teen with sunglasses appeared from the shadows.

"I can't believe you actually got one. Your uncle is going to freak," he said poking him, "What's its' name?"

"I was thinking Iggy. But that's too simple. He kind of looks like a Garfield to me."

A snicker came from the ebony haired teen.

"Garfield? Like the fat orange cartoon cat?" he asked. The red head blushed.

"Well I'm a Wally so not everything has to be predictable," he said sticking his tongue out. The iguana followed suit.

"See. Garfield is awesome. Aren't you little guy?" he asked.

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