Chapter 3: Teenage Life on Earth
These are the first year or so of Sh'par on Earth.
The two figures walked the small boy down a dark hallway. Sh'par smelled things he'd never smelled before, felt the damp air around him, and heard mechanical noises. The space flight over was dull, as he had been in a blindfold the whole time. "Come on, pick it up!" one of the men broke the silence with his harsh voice. He pushed the boy ahead of them, causing him to stumble.
Sh'par had been searching for any chance to escape, but the men were flawless in their crime. He still felt his morphing power coursing through his veins, but he didn't dare change. They had already slapped him and pushed him, and if he had failed to escape the torture would be even worse.
"Mike, are we there yet?" complained one to the other.
The one named mike replied, "Harold, you know this place just like I do, now shut up!"
They approached a metal door, and Mike heaved it open. Sh'par thought it couldn't get any darker, but somehow it did. A single beam of light streaked down above a desk, located at the back of the small room. He could see a black chair, turned away, with a round thing sticking out of the top. The chair turned, the light went out, and Mike pushed the boy ahead. Sh'par looked back, seeing that the kidnappers did not follow. He swallowed hard and nervously, unsure of what to do next.
"Come, child," an evil voice said from the direction of the chair. "What is your name?"
"Sh-Sh'par," he squeaked.
"No. Your name will be different." Silently, he motioned for lights. To Sh'par's amazement, they came on, revealing the tall man dressed in black. His eyes were hidden behind a sleek pair of shades, and his jet-black hair was styled back with jell. "Welcome to earth...Garfield."
"Who is this Garfield?" Sh'par asked bravely.
"Why, you." The man bent down, kneeling to be at his level. "From now on, you are Garfield Logan, boy of earth."
"When do I get to go home?"
The character cackled, standing back up. "You poor, naïve creature. You aren't going back home. You'll stay here with me...your new father." Sh'par's eyes grew wide with fear, and dozens of escape plans ran through his head. "And don't think about escaping, because you can't – I know everything you could do. And even if you could escape, I would blow your whole home planet to bits with the millions of explosives I had planted."
After moments of silence, Sh'par bowed his head in submission. "I will stay...Father."
"Of course you will," said the man, returning to his chair. "And Garfield, call me Mr. Logan."
The little green boy began his training the next day, and with every hint of rebellion was reminded of the explosives that littered his home world. He was introduced to various animals of earth, memorizing the characteristics of each one.
"One thing I don't understand is...why did you choose me?"
"Because you are unique, Garfield. Why wouldn't I choose you?" replied his father.
"But what purpose can I serve for you? Why did you take me from my home?" Emotion came through and he choked up, remembering his sweet parents.
"That is for me to know and you to carry out at the right time." Mr. Logan looked down on the boy. "Morphoboy."
"Huh? What did you say?"
"Morphoboy. Your name."
"But I thought I was Garfiel–"
"Yes, but this is your villain name. You will serve me as Morphoboy or your planet shall suffer the consequences. You don't want to be held responsible for mass murder and bloodshed, do you?"
Any thoughts of argument were shot down before they could even be said. Garfield, or rather Morphoboy, grimly agreed. But deep down, in the depths of his heart, he vowed to escape and return home.
"Let's get back to work, Morphoboy." Mr. Logan turned and walked away, returning to his observation podium.
"Yes, Mr. Logan," sighed Garfield. He went back to his studies of carnivores. "Eaugh! I'm never eating meat again!" he said under his breath.
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Morphoboy was done with his training, but he hadn't learned what his father had intended. Yes, he now knew every animal to ever walk, fly, and swim in and on the earth, but he was not a villain. Far from it, in fact. He secretly despised Mr. Logan, his views, and his training course. It was rigorous and gratuitous, because Garfield didn't need to study animals. If he saw it, he could become it. The underlying intention was to train him to be evil. But he was still confused as to why he was chosen. Surely there were other boys who cold change into animals? Or maybe not? Maybe he was the only one in the universe, and that's why Mr. Logan wanted him. But then, to what purpose was he to serve? Garfield spent each night musing and re-musing, but he was still in the dark. And I don't really think I want to find out. The thought surprised him, because he did want to know. But he had to agree with himself that part of him didn't want to know what evil plans Mr. Logan had in store for him. He was lying in bed after a hard day's work of...well, work. He had been learning self-defense.
He had, however, put the final touches on his escape plan. Now...when to do it? "Tomorrow!" he whispered. "After Mr. Logan is done with whatever I am to do." Man, I'm bored... he thought after a couple minutes. Maybe I can go explore the building. I've always wanted to know what was in those extra bedrooms and training rooms.
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Garfield crept down the hallway outside of his room, keeping a sharp ear out for noises. He heard the floorboards creak, and instantly morphed into a butterfly. Maybe I should just explore like this. So he flew along, feeling free. If I change when I want to, I don't feel like I'm being forced to. Suddenly, he heard snoring. He changed into a mouse, being careful not to squeak. He sliped under the nearest door and into the room with the snoring. He morphed into a butterfly again, flapping his wings to get off the ground.
Peering around, he couldn't see anything. I need night-vision! Which animal has that again? He searched his brain, the changed into a cat. I guess I did learn something from that training course. He found a dresser and hopped on top of it, looking around. He saw a bed, a closet, and another door. Probably for a bathroom or something. He dismissed it, more interested in the bed. He pounced off the dresser, and in mid-jump, morphed into a ladybug. I really gotta think more like a boy! He landed on the pillow, nearly being blown away by the person's breathing. He changed into a mouse again, squeaking in annoyance. The person on the bed heard him, jumped up, and gasped.
"Oh, what a cute little mouse!" The character scooped him up, and he scrambled to get away. "But why are you green? Hey! Don't leave!" The hands cupped together, trapping him in a cage.
How is it I'm being seen in the dark?! He hated to do it, but he morphed back into his normal shape.
The person gave a little shriek, and stumbled back.
"Uhh, sorry," said Garfield. The person turned on the light, and he saw the most amazing thing he had ever seen.
Ch. 4 is on it's way, R&R!
