Disclaimer : I do not own anything so there is no point in being pissed at me.
Chapter 1
They dropped me off in the middle of nowhere and I'm still not sure why. At least I was able to sneak these three things into my pocket before they grabbed me.
"God it's hot," I thought staring off into what was called Death Valley, "how the hell did I get stuck driving through this godforsaken hellhole." I felt sweat trickle down my face and into my eyes "Shit," I muttered using my bandana to wipe the sweat from my face, then using my body to hold the steering wheel steady I quickly transformed my bandana into a sweatband and tied it around my head, I would not let my evil sweat impair my driving. As I started to lean back into my seat I suddenly cried out "WHAT THE FK" for I had spotted a figure of a person lying in the road. Hitting the brakes, I grunted as I was flung forward into my seatbelt. Turning off the engine, I jumped out of my truck and ran to the body.
I opened my eyes then closed them quickly as blinding light perused through my head like twin daggers. I decided to lie there for a moment to see if I could get my thoughts together. That's when I noticed how dry my mouth was. Standing up, I started walking when my pants fell down around my ankles. "What the?" I thought confused as I looked down at my oversized clothes "I'd heard of clothes shrinking before but not expanding! Then, I looked at my small hands. ......"but my hands aren't small?".... "WHAT THE?" I said out loud, and then I noticed the sound of "MY VOICE!" I finely realized what had happened. My clothes hadn't expanded I had shrunk; I had turned into a little boy, But how? All of a sudden I remembered everything, the pain from the torture, and from the drugs they gave me. The horror of those unwanted memories made me scream and fall unconscious.
"How in the world did a little kid get stuck out here alone, in the middle of no where?"I asked myself, putting the unconscious boy, found lying by the road, on my passenger seat. I felt that, it was to warm for him to have a shirt on, so I pulled it off, I gasped; I saw countless scares crisscrossing his body. The inside of his arms looked like someone had stabbed him with a needle over and over in the same spot. " I thought... " How did a nine year old get all those scars and puncher marks?" Looking closer I realized something, he was really cute. His long waist length hair was rose red and braided, with overlong bangs hanging down his face. His face resembled one of those naked chubby cupids except he had higher cheek bones and didn't have so much baby fat. In fact he was a bit thin. I reached out to touched his face...BAM!
Before I knew it I was staring, confused into a pair of deep bluegreen eyes with a knife at my throat...