Catra's Redemption
By Orkoad
Based on characters and situations created and/or owned by mattel toys, filmation, Parafrance Communication, Lou Scheimer, Larry DiTillio and John Proft
Authors note: i didn't like how this chapter showed up on the site, i dont know why it posted oddly, but i didnt notice for afew weeks, and him reposting it, there are no changes other than the file type.
Chapter two: The boy who fell from earth
Peter mathews appeared to be a normal kid to most, but he wasn't. He finished school about three years ago, but the lack of a decent job held
him back from going to college. His life wasn't so bad, his parents never hurt or abandoned him, he had plenty of friends. But something
about his life felt empty, like there was something special for him, waiting for him.
He sighed, wishing he could pull the one thing out of his mind and figure it out as he walked into the local grocery store that he worked at
as a custodian. It wasn't much of a job, but it payed the bills, What few bills he had. Which was another of life's little problems. Single
life was mental tourcher, and no one was going to want to date him if he was still living under his parents roof at age 22. He sighed as he
walked threw the store. No one said hello to him, no one asked how his weekend was, no one cared, and a part of him didn't mind, he didn't
really want to talk to anyone, but another, deeper part of him was shouting, begging for someone to notice him, for someone to care.
He bit his lower lip as he slipped into the back room, slid the small sheet of paper into the time clock, slipped on his tool belt and walked
out into the sales floor. He had been walking around the store, making his initial run of the store before going back to check his repair
chart, when a voice boomed over the intercom.
"Peter Matthews, report to the main office please." the managers voice boomed. Peter groaned, knowing it was not something good. He slipped
his hands into his pants pockets as he headed to the managers office. He took a deep breath as he knocked on the door.
"Come in." The same voice as the intercom said as he already gripped the door handle, and slipped it open.
"You wanted to see me mister binns?" Peter asked as he walked in, unable to fight the nervousness in his gut.
"Sit down Matthews." Mr.. Biggs said, not looking up at him as he looked over a huge file that was spread all over the mans desk. Peter sat
down nervously, not sure where this was going. " Matthews, this isn't your first job, is it?" Biggs asked evenly, his eyes looking up from
the paper he was looking at, but only for a moment.
" no sir... No it's not." Peter said weakly, wishing this little fact hadn't come up.
"You want to tell me why Matthews?
"Isn't that personal sir?" Biggs sighed, setting the file down.
"It doesn't matter Matthews, cause your loosing this job too, and I'm guessing for the same reason, I've gotten a report that you've been
sexual harassing a fellow employee." Peters eyes went wide in horror.
"What? How, I mean..." Peter was interrupted.
"I can't tell who Matthews, it's private information. But I can tell you that the said employee claims you were following them for three
hours during a work day. We can't take a risk in assuming it's anything less than a worse case scenario so your fired." Peter sighed, stood up
silently and headed for the door. His hand rested on the doorknob, when he stopped. He looked down and unclipped the name tag off his shirt,
and dropped it on the floor of the office, then walked out.
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Meanwhile, far off on the planet Etheria, Shadow Weaver stood over a massive alter, in the deepest darkest bowel's of her own sididel, Horror
Hall, her thin, boney fingers flicking about, seemingly at random as the mystic alter began to pulse and glow with some sort of demonic
energy. If one could see under her shadowed hood and cloak, you could see her sinister smirk on her deformed face.
" Demons of old, villains of bold, leaders of evil, make the land neel. Being of power, being of might, I summon you to serve us, and with
eternal..." Shadow weaver intended to Finnish with the word "night", but grizzlor had picked that moment to walk in to report the current
rebel activity, but it was pitch black within weavers room, and called out for the automatic lighting.
"Light." Grizzlor called out. The lights immediately lit up, but were quickly darkened as a blinding burst of lightning shot out from he alter,
shattering every light in the room, causing a shower of class to cascade to the floor. Grizzlor and shadow weaver shielded their eyes to
protect themselves from the endless barras of glass. At the same time the countless bolts of lightning formed one massive bolt, which tore
threw the room, out into the cloudless sky and as far as the eye could see and beyond. The bold had burst out and disappeared before the
glass finished to collect on the ground.
Grizzlor gasped as he looked around the room in shock, but shadow weaver felt nothing but blinding rage. And suddenly Grizzlor felt something
sear into his side. He looked up to see that shadow weaver had just shot him in a thankfully large patch of his fur with a bold of lightning,
he could still see the smoke bellow from her fingertip.
"You Monumental imbecile!" She screamed as she shot another blast at him. He leapt, barely avoiding the next blast. And running off at top
speed.
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Peters head hung low as he walked threw the grocery store halls, for the last time. He couldn't believe someone reported him. If he had been
stalking a girl, he thought he'd remember something like that. He was about to head down the main hallway when he heard a snicker from around
the corner. He took a breath and poked his head around the corner to see what it was about when he saw three former co- workers, snickering
to themselves, He pulled his head back, pretending to be interested in the ramen noodles but listening to their discussion.
"You know that loser Peter, from school?" One girl asked her friends.
" You mean the guy you got fired from the department store just cause he bought the last copy of transformers before you could?" another
woman asked.
"Yeah, that guy, I called the sexual harassment line on him last week." The first girl said with a satisfied snicker.
"Why?" The third girl asked, shocked.
"Cause it was funny." the first girl replied, as if it should have been common knowledge. This was all followed by a large amount of laughter,
somehow, the laughter cut threw peter, making him sick to his stomach, as he turned and walked out of the store and onto the street. Peter
couldn't think straight, this was the worst night of his life. He knew he wasn't a popular person but this was beyond anything he could have
imagined. He thought he was a good person but if people had no problem stomping on him like this, he felt like there was nothing worth living
for. He turned into a back ally, looking up at the sky.
"Why... God why... Help me please... " HE said,, tears flowing down his cheeks as he felt his back lean against the ally wall. Suddenly there
was a strange sound, causing his ears to ring, he looked around in confusion, and his eyes went wide as what could only be a bolt of
lightning, and before he could think, the bolt struck him, and suddenly, he was falling.
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Meanwhile, elsewhere on Etheria, a tall blindingly bright, glowing castle stood tall at the tallest point of the magical planet, its
shimmering beauty hidden by the endless clouds that make up the planet's lower atmosphere. Within the hidden castle, a shimmering beam of
rainbow light twinkled and flowed like a multicolored river.
" A traveler!" A booming bodiless voice echoed throughout the castle, the flowing light glowing, pulsing in unison with the tone of the voice.
" A taveler is being forced to our world, This traveler must be found. They could be the turning point in this great galactic war the hord
has created." The voice said to no one specifically, but it's light continued to glow, brighter and brighter, until the light cut threw the
clouds, pouring across the entire planet.
Peter coughed, tasting blood, sitting up weakly as he rubbed the back of his head. He felt the source of a small cut under the hair line, but
it didn't feel to serious. He sat up, his eyes adjusting to the bright sunny light. He shook his head, his eyes fully ajusted to see not the
busy streets of his home town of Chicago, but at the edge of a lush green forest. He sat up, groaning at the pain that ached threw his hole
body. He was half way up when someone knocked him down hard with an elbow to the stomach. Peter coughed as he looked up to see the outline of
a woman, the sun at her back making her image unseeable, as she pulled what looked to be a shimmering silver space age gun.
"Don't move." She said, her voice angry, with a hint of something he couldn't put his finger on. HE couldn't help but laugh at the sight of
the gun.
"You've got to be kidding, that's a toy." Peter said with a laugh, the laugh quickly died in his throat as the woman pointed the gun at a
nearby bush and fired, a thin beam of light sped out of the barrel, and in an instant, the bush burst into flames. Peter gulped as he saw the
woman point the gun at his forehead. "Okay... This is me, not moving." He said nervously.
"Where are the rebels?" The woman asked evenly. Peter gave a confused look. " Tell me where the rebels are or you will be punished." She
said. Peter was about to ask what she was talking about, when she took a step forward, her features finally coming into view. Her black raven
hair flowing down to her waist. A long flowing red cape reaching down to her ankles, her red and green head dress shimmering in the sunlight,
her look was truly enraged but peter almost didn't notice, her eyes almost hypnotic as she glared at him, her blaster barrel resting on his
forehead. Peter could only gulp.
"Oh god, punish me..."
End of chapter
Next chapter: Eternia without a hero