Chapter 1

Kilaxor's Point of View

There are only rare occasions where I come to Earth, very rare occasions in fact. I come here, like most other planets, for specimens. Whether for experiments, to be placed in zoo's, for personal pets... Or... Otherwise. Tonight it is the latter, I know if I don't come back with my specimen this time, I will be in trouble. You see, my kind has found itself in a bit of a pickle, we cannot reproduce as easily anymore. The solution, of course, had come quickly, take children from various planets and, in simple terms, use the specimens to continue our legacy. Our planet would one day be ruled by other races, I spit at the very thought! But, I suppose our past will not be forgotten because of it. But it's still a rather irritating thought. And lucky me, I'd been sent to find the worst of the worst, a human! The requirements, in order to ensure all goes well, the child must be seven years of age. I was going to take a male one, as that was the way things worked. For one reason or another the boy's followed our Male's and the girl's followed our females.

Of course the little brat had been chosen already, I held his file in my hand. Dylan Stevenson, exactly seven years of age, and his home, well simply put as the humans would say 'Scotty Beamed Me Up' to his residence. It's a ridiculous statement, but it'll make it easier to understand I suppose. Upstairs I know the boy is sleeping, best time to take the kids. I click a button on my belt, that silences any sound I make or the things around me make. I open the door with my inhuman strength, but am careful not to break it so there is no sign I was even there. "Well Dylan." I whisper, shaking my head I toss the file, it didn't matter anymore anyways "You'd better hope you go without a fight."

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Dylan's Point of View

I could hear someone coming, but I wasn't afraid of monsters, who is anyway? I'm a big kid, I'm not afraid of anything! Still the sound's kind of scary, it sounded like peanut butter and jelly being mashed together. I turned around and made myself appear to be moving in my sleep, keeping one eye open. I feel like crying for help, but I can't say anything. Monsters aren't real, right? Mom wouldn't lie to me! But this thing makes me want to tremble, again, almost like I was frozen I couldn't move. It was huge, with this weird green slime on it in places, those little sucker things on Octopuses' tentacles are on his really slimy hands. His face looks like a-a, like those spider-thingies Mom's always scared of because it has so many eyes. 1... 2... 3... 4... Four eyes, exactly. Like those 'Aliens' in those movies Mom and Dad watch. It's wearing this cloak top that's black, and a pair of pants, silver I think is the color, and these really big boots. He looks really pale for an alien.

When he begins walking to me, I hear that noise again, but I'm not afraid. I almost want to go with him, I bite my lip, and try to keep quiet. "I know you're awake Dylan." I hear his voice speak, I back up a little "I'm not gonna hurt you... Why don't you come out."

For some reason, I do, I pull the covers off of me and stand up. Was he controlling me, or was it just that I wanted to do what he said? He holds a hand out to me for me to take it like I'm still five. "Where do you-"

"Don't you want to find out for yourself Dylan?" It asks me, I think he's a man, he's talking like my Dad but weirder "Come on now, I just want to show you some place really cool."

"Can Mom and Dad come?"

"I don't think they'd want to Dylan." He replies to me, slowly I take his hand and he helps me out of bed "Want to take anything before we leave?"

"Leave to go where?" I ask, I looked up at him his hand was moist, but I didn't mind "Will it be fun?" I can't even believe I'm asking that, what's wrong with me, I allow him to lead me to my open bedroom window.

"Oh it'll be lots and lots of fun." He tells me, as we step out of the window I'm about to scream, but I don't as we begin floating "Why don't you take a nap?" I feel a prick against my neck, it stings but every thing's dark before I know it.

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Kilaxor's Point of View

This had been easier then I thought, most kids would kick and scream had they been awake rather then taking my hand like that. Stupid little insect, if only he realized that before long he wouldn't even remember this stupid planet. I walk into the bowels of my ship with Dylan in my arms, he stirs slightly, not that it matters, we're far from Earth. So far off in fact, had it not been for the artificial air, much like the air on my planet, he'd be dead. I step into my lab, passing various torture devices. Dylan opens his eyes, and I shake my head, should have stayed asleep. "Where are we?" I don't respond "Where are we!?" He repeats, by the physical struggle, I know he's afraid.

As I reach the pod, which had a clear top, a metal bottom that was bolted to the ground, and a small keyboard I smirk. "Prepare Pod for new subject, Seven Years Old, Male, Species: Human, Blood Type: A." I said, the top flipped open, and I slowly set him inside of the 'coffin' shaped chamber, closing the lid "It's best if you don't try and struggle. You're not getting out of here." I assure him.

I click a few buttons and begin my pre-process experiments.

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Dylan's Point of View

I look around this place, it looks like a coffin, like the one my Grandpa was placed in when he died. I panic but lay still, what can I do after all? This 'Alien' had me, I wasn't going to escape. I feel some weird smell go up my nose, when I sniff I get dizzy, and almost throw up. "Subjects reaction to Neros Stench: Drowsiness and Sickness." I hear him say, like I was some sort of animal, next comes some sort of thing from the ground "Test B: Damage Resistance." I feel like someones throwing snowballs over and over at my back I whimper but it finally stops "Subjects Reaction: Pain, Child-like whimpering."

"What're you doing to me!" I finaly scream, this time I feel like I'm being tickled "S-Stop!"

"Test Subject analysis complete." I hear him say, he begins to type something "Begin re-birthing process."

The tickles no longer a tickle, it hurts, it really hurts, I'm squirming, and I feel like I'm shrinking. I try to scream, but I can't hear it over the baby crying. They took a baby too!? Wait, not is that...

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Kilaxor's Point of View

I can hear the crying of an infant in the place of Dylan's screaming, I watch as the process slowly ends. I turn the machine off, and the hatch opens. I make sure to grab a blanket, as the newborn would be naked. That's exactly what re-birthing is, reverting a child of any race chosen into a newborn. I take a black and gold colored blanket, sighing, it's time to meet my new son. Yeah, you heard me right, you didn't think I simply handed him to an orphanage on my homeworld did you? No, once you had taken the child and re-birthed him, eh was all yours to raise. Dylan's brainwaves had at last moved from that of a four month old. Not exactly a newborn, but it would work. After all, it still erased any memories he had permanently. "Let's take a look at you, shall we?" I asked, attempting to speak kindly, I walk back to the pod.

Dylan's pajama's were on the floor-like base, and right on top of them was the human infant. It layed there still crying as if he'd just been removed from his Mother's womb. A couple of brown, thread-like hair lay on top of his head, and his big blue eyes stared up at me. I grimaced, fangs bared slightly, it was actually a cute sight to see. I always thought other Gaxalors who had taken humans were joking, how strange. I take the tiny human into my arm, wrapping his body in the blanket, he's calmed down now that I'm holding him. "I suppose you'll be requiring a new name..." I spoke in a hushed tone "A human name like Dylan won't do back home."

I looked out the window, my spacecraft was on 'Auto Pilot' and as such I did not have to worry about flying it until it was time to land. I'm getting off-topic however, what matters now is naming it... Er, naming him, I suppose I can't have that attitude around him, how lucky for the little insect. "From this moment on, your name is Dylaxor." I settled for simply toggling around with his human name from laziness, he snuggled into my chest "Don't get used to this kid, I ain't one for affection." I tell him, walking out of the lab, I walked a few steps befor arriving at his quarters "You're going to appreciate this when you're older and your race is gone." I grumbled, knowing once the expense of Earth had been used, my kind would blow it up "Keep that in mind."

I walk inside of the room, where a crib is settled in the middle, Dylaxor is already asleep, lucky for me. I set him into the crip and pull the blanket from around his body, settling it on top of him instead. Tomorrow, I suppose I'll have to give him his clothing and that thing called a diaper. I press a few buttons on the motion censor that will inform me of any change and step out of the room. I'm not worried that someone saw something, after all, some one will report a UFO and be laughed at as always. Humans truely were stupid, we'd been taking children for so many years in yet they were too interested in our art to even notice. With this thought, I walk down the hall and quickly towards the control room.

It'll feel good to be home again and away from that stupid 'green' planet.

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Wow that took forever to write! I really worked hard, I'm not a sci-fi writer. Though I do write Transformers Fan-Fictions. So this really is my first try at something like this.

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