Note: I own nothing from Finding Nemo. But I DO own the plot. :D Also, I'm not sure at all about continuing this, or making it super long; unless I get reviews. I'm just gonna see where it goes. O
Summary: Basically, the story is about a boy who's turned into a strange-looking sea-creature by an evil scientist. Ok...it's not as corny as it seems. You can guess, F.N. characters find him and the story goes from there.
"Real As the Sun"
The sun was shining up above.
The mist was on the sea.
The clouds were flying high and low,
As they were meant to be
In a large container attached to the side of a boat, there swam a very ridged and somewhat bemused tiger shark. It was dark in the container, and hardly any room to swim around in. But that wasn't the worst of the shark's problems. Not in the least.
He could feel the container bump every now and then. He must have been in a boat...or attached to one, somehow. The young shark only wondered what the odd, new feeling was in his bones - or what he thought were his bones. They certainly didn't feel right - something was definitely wrong. He wondered how long he would remain in the darkness.
Inside the boat was a man, and another person steering. The man was fairly handsome with sleek, black hair and a carven face. He was tall and his eyes were a shocking grey. He held onto one of the poles on the boat and grew more anticipated as he reached his destination. He was a scientist, and a very talented one. Too talented, as it would soon be revealed.
The captain slowed the boat and finally came to a stop. By now, they were miles from the Sydney harbor.
'Excellent...we're finally here,' the scientist thought.
The captain did and said nothing. He merely sat and waited for the scientist to finish his "business" and be off. "So what's the deal with this shark, Moriarty?" he asked, meaning the scientist.
Moriarty made no reply right away, while he was getting a large net-like tool and opening the container. "Oh...I just tagged this shark for a few reports...maybe a few tests."
The captain nodded. "Oceanographer, are you?"
The scientist inwardly grinned to himself at the understatement. "You might say that, yes."
The lid opened and the tiger shark suddenly thrashed violently. His tail flapped against the walls of the box and water splashed everywhere. 'Hold still, brat,' Moriarty thought bitterly. It took him long enough to get the tool properly wrapped around the sharks body, all the while the captain watching with interest.
When Moriarty finally succeeded, he bade the captain tip the container halfway towards the water. The driver did so and Moriarty gave the shark a swift push.
Splash!
The tool was released from the coarse skin and the shark was free. For a while, the shark quivered and shivered in such a strange fashion, that the driver asked, "Sure you didn't overdo it on these 'tests'?"
Moriarty was not at all surprised by the sharks' behavior, and only made a small noise. "These things tend to get...restless after being away from their natural habitat." They watched as the creature finally twirled about and swam off like mad. "There he goes," Moriarty said, mostly to himself. 'Good ridance, brat.'
After a minute or two, the captain went back to the steering wheel, started the boat engine, and him and Moriarty were gone from that foreboding place as quickly as they came.
But the shark still remained, watching with a heart as dead as the sun on a stormy day. He felt the vibrations in the water from the boats' depart, yet he took little notice. After what seemed like an eternity, one single question formed in his mind.
'What have they done to me?'
It was simple. The tiger shark was not a shark at all, but a boy. A human boy. At least in soul. The scientist, Moriarty, had conducted the awful experiment on the son of one of his lab partners. In Moriarty's mind, it was clearly an act of revenge. The boys' father had humiliated Moriarty in front of a presentation speech, by concluding Moriartys' persuasion that genetic experimenting could be completed successfully on human subjects, if not treated in the wrong way. After the presentation, Moriarty was the laughing-stock of the science lab. So he took out his rash temper on his opponent's son.
The boy-turned-tiger-shark was practically brain-dead. So many questions and panicky phrases ran through his mind, he was in a complete fluster. He felt like he was dying, he thought he was sinking. Yet, as if on que, his tail made a waving motion and the boy-shark moved forward. He felt muscles in the tail. He could move it.
'I look like a shark,' he said distantly in his mind. He moved his tail again and again, and again. Yes, he swam. Like a shark. The young shark stopped suddenly and let out an awful noise that sounded much like a sob. 'What have they done?' He hovered there for a long time in despair, before an unpleasant sensation occurred in his gills. His throat contracted and he felt like he was suffocating. In another panic, he swam forward a ways and found he could breath again. "Wha-?"
He knew now he couldn't stay still. He remembered his father talking about sharks, and how it wasn't right for them to stay still for too long. 'I can't be a shark!' he said in a fluster. Then a realization came into his mind. "Shark," he said out loud, and then gasped. He could still talk!
Note: Please let me know what you think of this chapter.: )
New note: I am cleaning this story up a bit - I wrote it a while ago and have noticed a lot of mistakes. I apologize to anyone who liked it the way it was before, lol.