Shocking Discovery

Hey everybody! I am so sorry that I haven't updated for two months. I've been editing my older stories.

This chapter isn't as long as the ones that I usually do, but at least it's something, right?


Tick, tock, tick, tock.

The sound of the clock broke into the awkward silence. Chris sat at his desk, writing on a piece of paper. On the other side of the room, on the desk furthest away from the officer, sat Jim. He slouched in the chair, both feet were elevated on the table.

Bordem... That was the only word that could describe how Jim felt. He didn't really see the point in being here, Chris was too busy to entertain the teen. Jim found himself watching the clock, just five more hours before he could leave. It was like school all over again.

A knock sounded at the door. Jim glanced over with hopeful blue eyes, praying it was his mother that came to rescue him. Chris walked over and opened the door, revealing a stranger in brown clothings. "Are you Chris Flint?" the man asked, holding a large package in both hands.

Flint? Jim wondered, raising an eyebrow and suspiciously narrowing his eyes at the scene.

"Yes, that would be me?" Chris said, smiling.

"Delivery for you. Just sign here." The man gestured towards the piece of paper lying on top of the box. Obeying, Chris scribbled along the bottom, taking possension of the package. "Have a good day, sir." The man politely tilted his hat.

"Thankssssssss,"Chris replied, making a hissing sound by accident. Realizing his mistake, the officer quickly began fake coughing. The delivery man raised an eyebrow.

Jim, who had been listening to their conversation, sat up straight. He couldn't believe what he had just heard. His eyes turning yellow... The hissing... Never calling him by his name... Could Chris's real identity be...

"Sorry about that. I've got a bit of a cold. You might want to leave before you catch it," Chris explained, his tone rough.

"Of course, sir." The man nodded, walking back down the hallway

Closing the door, the officer resumed his seat, setting the box aside. Jim's gaze fell upon the package. What could possibly be inside? Was it a dead body? Jim's fingers automatically drummed on his knee in a perfect rhythm as he pondered.

Chris glanced up at the bored teen, his eyes searching the room for something that could keep the boy occupied for at least a few minutes. Why did he ask for Jim to spend the day with him? This boy was driving him crazy, always making annoying sounds or complaining about how bored he was. Chris was about ready to pull his neat blond hair out. "Hey there, Sport." Jim glanced up, that same bored look obvious on his face. "How about you photocopy these sheets for me," Chris asked with a smile that seemed a bit forced, extending the papers towards the teen.

As much as Jim hated assisting Chris, it would give him something to do. At least he could stretch his numb legs. The teen had been sitting in the same position for the past two hours, unable to feel his legs anymore. His gaze dropped, checking to see if they were still there.

Pushing himself up from the chair, Jim walked over to Chris, snatching the papers out of his hand. "How many do you want?" Jim asked, his voice dull and lifeless.

"50," Chris replied with a smile.

Taking one last look at the box, Jim exited the room without another word leaving Chris to stare on after the teen, his gaze cold and unkind.

"Where is the photocopier room?" Jim asked to no one in particular. He wondered down the endless hallway, peering in several rooms along the way. A few officers passed by, but when Jim tried asking for directions, they just continued on their way with just a quick glance at the boy. Surely they couldn't be holding a grudge against him for his trouble making days. That was two whole years ago, he was a changed man.

Peering into the room at the very end of the hallway, Jim smiled to himself as his gaze fell upon the large photocopier. Stepping inside, and allowing his pet to join him, he closed the door half way. Eyeing the machine, he walked over until his shadow hovered above it. "Let's see if I can figure out how to work this thing," Jim muttered to himself, lifting the top of the photocopier and gently placing the piece of paper inside before slamming it down again.

Pressing a few buttons, Jim hoped were correct, the machine began to vibrate and made a loud rumbling sound. Smiling, the teen sat back and watched as paper after paper came pouring out. "Not bad for a rookie, hey Morph?" No reply. "Morph?" Still no reply. Scanning the small area, he saw no sign of his small companion. Bending down to check under the table. "Morph? You there, buddy?" Nothing.

Jim hurried down the hallway, calling out for the shapeshifter in a low whisper/shout. Morph, maybe small, but he could cause a whole lot of trouble. Trouble in which Jim would be blamed for. It wouldn't look good if he was escorted home by the police like when he was fifteen. "Where did you wonder of to now, Morph?" Jim muttered to himself, heaving a sigh. Just when he had given up, he spotted the pink blob floating outside a half open door.

"Morph!" Jim exclaimed, half excited and half angry. The teen ran over to Morph. "Morph, what did I tell you about-" Jim stopped in mid-sentence when he realized his pet had not even spared a glance at him, seeming to be focused on something else. "What is it, Morph?" Peering through the half open door, Jim's eyes widened in both fear and surprise.

Scroop...?


Oooohhh... Cliff Hanger! The next chapter will be out very soon. Leave a review and tell me what you think!