Chapter 2:
'Jason, wake up! You're wasting the day away!'
Yeah, so, that's me, Jason, tangled in my sheets at 10 in the morning. A Saturday Morning. Who actually wakes up before 12 on a Saturday? Is there even such a thing as a Saturday breakfast?
'Jason! Wake up now!'
'Alright, mum!'
Rolling sluggishly out of bed, I manage to stumble with eyes half opened into the shower. I'm pretty good looking, but still not enough to become the heartthrob of every girl at school. I have dusty brown hair that I keep short enough to avoid extreme bed hair, and pastel brown eyes that turn beer-bottle brown during the night. I'm more fit than unfit, and I'm able to pass through PE at school with A's for every component without drawing too much of a sporting reputation around myself.
A knock on the bathroom door forces me to hurry up.
'Come on, Jason! I need you to help your father build the back fence again! Toby drove into it last night.'
Turning of the shower and pulling a towel around my waist, I open the bathroom door to discover that my mum has moved out of my bedroom and into Toby's, trying to wake my older brother up, an even more impossible task.
Throwing on some bright green shorts and a white singlet, I creep down the spiral staircase, past my mum, who is feverishly trying to push Toby out of his own bed. Grabbing someone's piece of toast from the toaster, I slip into my flip-flops and out the front door. Maybe someone else will be awake at this unreasonable hour.
I stop into 7-11 and buy myself a small Slurpee, and sit on the bench outside. After about 15 minutes of scanning facebook and texting, all I get is 5 texts of 'I'm still asleep' or 'go back to bed!' Maybe someone will be at the beach.
Walking through town to get to the beach, I begin to notice posters of warning signs
'Danger! Loose pit-bull in these suburbs. Always travel in groups to guarantee safety'
Hmm…. That sounds dangerous. What harm can a pit-bull do? Stopping at a bus stop, I pull out my IPhone and quickly Google the pit-bull incidents.
I'm quickly rewarded of numerous stories of a rogue pit-bull escaping from an unknown property and attacking strangers on the street. This pit-bull would break a few bones, bite a few limbs, and then take a chomp out of your pockets and leave. Police have tried to track the dog down, but even police dogs mysteriously lose scent of him around garden sheds and behind fences.
A pick-pocketing pit-bull? Patting my pockets, I absentmindedly check if everything is still there. IPhone, wallet, sunnies, earphones, check. Anyways, If I was missing anything, I'd have noticed from the bite marks in my pants and the broken legs from the pit-bull attacks.
Passing a small alleyway, I hear crying and screaming. Sprinting up the back roads, I find the source of the sound coming from an abandoned back-yard.
'Give me your wallet'
'No! I only have fifteen bucks anyway! It won't buy anything!
'I don't care! Money is money! Hand it over, or I'll have to resort to desperate measures.'
Peering through the tattered fence, I see a small boy being held up by the collar to the side fence. The other person holding him up has his free hand in a fist and is pulling it back, preparing for a rough blow to the kid's stomach.
'Hey, put the kid down' I stand out from behind the fence and hold my IPhone out in front of me, pretending to be filming while I didn't have enough time to open up the camera feature.
Crudely dropping the kid onto the ground, the larger boy snarls at me and slinks into the front yard, hands in his pockets. I don't recognise him from my school.
Running over to the kid, I quickly check him for broken bones and bruised areas. He's fine.
'Are you okay? Did the guy hit you anywhere?'
The kid shakes his head between sobs, and I use his collar to wipe away the tears from his face. Taking his hand, we exit the property from the back yard and walk back onto the street.
The kid has calmed down, and turns left back the way I came. I still want to head to the beach, so I say my goodbyes and head right. That's when I come across an ambulance. It's another pit-bull attack. This time, he didn't steal anything; it was just for fun… or to release anger.
Deciding that it may be better to stay home this weekend, I turn around and start walking home. That's when I hear the familiar cries again.
Running back to the alleyway, I arrive just in time to see the small kid back on the ground, handing his wallet over to the boy.
'Hand it back, now' I run onto the property, completely forgetting to pretend to film the encounter.
Tossing the wallet back to the kid's feet, the boy turns to face me.
The small kid runs behind me and onto the street, back home.
'You think you could take me?'
Looking him up and down, I take a quick estimate. He's on the larger side of the population, but could still look like he could throw a good punch. The shaven hair and backwards flat top cap are obviously to help his bad-boy appearance.
'Yeah, I could take you'
Then he reaches into his backpack, and pulls out a blue square object. Throwing it at my chest, I put my hands out to protect me.
The object hit's sharply into my hands and falls onto the ground.
'Well then, you'd better start thinking quicker. I think I'm going to have to settle for a little more than just a few broken legs.'
I look down at the object he threw and I can barely breathe. It's a morphing cube. A newer model, its smaller, thinner, about the size of a Rubiks Cube, but it's still the same thing. The andalites probably forgot about it, missed it when leaving four months ago.
A gross slurping sound breaks me from my trance and directs my attention to the boy. To my utter amazement, he's morphing. I've seen it before on television, there's no doubt to what he's doing, and he's morphing. The horrific part is what he is morphing to.
A pit-bull. The pit-bull. One of the largest I've ever seen, and I've heard stories of these creatures. A dangerous one can kill a man and take down a fully grown cow. This one is much larger than 'dangerous', it was at least the size of a human.
Reaching the height of my belly button, I manage to watch the boy's face meld into the pit-bulls, long fangs spurting out of his lips.
(You have two minutes, then it's my turn for revenge)
