Prologue

The egg had hatched. The tests were successfull. He, Dr. Robert Carvin was successful.

The baby alien sat on the table and looked around with wide eyes the size of saucers. Roberts arms shook as he picked it up. He was going to change the world. "Doctor?! Doctor! What should we name them?"

Robert turned his head toward the source of the voice. "What?" his tired croaky voice answered.

Miss Washington, an African American with glasses was holding a clipboard. "The species, they have to have a name, so what will it be? You're the boss."

Dr. Carvin looked at his notes.After a few minutes he answered, "They are they cyverians...the first step to a Revolution." He ran his hand through his white hair and smiled.

A short stocky man ran in. "Sir? The President is on line one."

Robert took off his glasses and sat down. "Ill take it."

Chapter One: Trouble

Mason bolted from his sleep. He had the same dream again. After rubbing his eyes, he looked around. The alarm clock projected eleven-thirty seven on the ceiling. Mason stepped out of bed. Throwing a blanket around him, he walked down the hall, and into the kitchen.

He was hungry all the time and he was constantly eating. Once, he managed to sneak a hotdog from lunch and ate it in class without anyone noticing. Opening the refrigerator, Mason grabbed the pizza box and pulled two cold pizzas out. He chomped on them and walked back to his room.

He flipped open his phone. Zero new messages it read. He heard something move behind him. After setting his phone back ontop of his shelf, he turned around.

His little brother Kenny, was stirring in his sleep. Mason walked over and put his hand on his brothers new bruise by his eye. When will the stop picking on you? He wondered.

Kenny's eyes flew open. "That hurts." He said and Mason's hand flew back. "Sorry." He muttered.

After sitting up, Kenny rubbed his eyes and Mason asked, "Who was it this time?"

Kenny scowled. "Why do you care?"

Mason sat by his bed. "Because you're my brother, stupid, and you've been talking in your sleep longer than I can remember."

Kenny shrugged and sighed. Mason knew that deep down, he really did want his help, buthonestly there was nothing more Mason could do for him but to give advice.

And Kenny had ADD... so the whole listening and applying process never exactly worked out.

Plus, after Kenny's been awake for more than three minutes, he always gets an extra free boost of energy. So soon, he was jabbering on and on about different subjects, from bullies, to teachers, from teachers, to cartoon characters etc.

Mason covered his face with his hands and knew from experience that it was pointless to try to continue.

Falling back in his bed, Mason covered his face with his pillow. His brothers annoying yapping began to slowly fade and it finally dissapeared completely with a loud snore. The night hours passed all too soon in Mason's dreamless sleep.

The aroma of cinnamon toast awakeded Mason. Grumbling, he got dressed and ready for school. He had a feeling that today was going to be a bad day.

He stumbled in the kitchen and grabbed two poptarts. Kenny was already awake and was bouncing around in the kitchen. "Mason? Mason? Are you awake? Guess what? Guess what?"

Mrs. Strom walked in "Guys, be ready by seven. Mason, why do you have to wear sunglasses? You're in the house and it's rainy outside."

Mason sighed and took of his shades.

"I really wish you would stop wearing that black leather, it really gives you a dark look." She continued. "Kenny, run and get Andrea."

The ten year old bolted from the table and ran down the hall. Mason finished his poptart and took out his Ipod. He searched for a song that pertained to the weather and his mood.

Kenny flew back in the kitchen with the sleepy seven year old right behind him. Andrea picked out a cereal and poured it herself, making a mess.

"Hurry honey, we don't have alot of time." said Mrs. Strom looking nervously at the clock.

Andrea started argueing with Kenny about wether it was going to rain or not between spoonfulls. She finally finished and they headed out to the car.

They dropped Mason off first at the high school building. The song ended perfectly right when he spotted one of his best friendsJill, sitting on the school steps.

"Yo" He said as he walked up to her.

"Yo" she replied smiling. "How are you?"

"Im fine but-"

"Strom!"A southern hiccy voice behind him interrupted. "Where's Bill Nye?"

Mason turned around. A pale, chubby faced, fat kid with a Florida Gators hat on backwards was staring at Jill.

"What do you want doughboy?" Mason snapped "Where's your redneck lot?"

The kid flushed and glared pathetically at Mason.

"Seriously, Bradley, you do look alot like the Pillsbury Dough Boy I swear." Jill said, struggling hard to keep a strait face.

But Mason lost it.

Bradley flared and punched Mason in the gut. Hard. Mason got the air knocked out of him but managed enough energy to kick Bradley's fat belly. Bradley made a face of pain and Mason slammed into him, knocking him down the steps. Everybody started laughing and Bradley rolled around on the pavement, looking much like a pig taking a mud bath.

"Let's go." said Jill and she grabbed Mason's sleeve and pulled him in the school.

After passing a groub of kids, Mason asked, "Where is Bill Nye anyway?"

Jill giggled and rolled her eyes. "He should be at- right there."

A tall kid with glasses was standing by the library door with a pile of books.

"Hey Joseph, did you read all those for homework?"A herd of basketball players started roaring with laughter. The joker was Mike Fisher, a small skinny kid.

A small group of cheerleaders stood by. "Get lost Fisher." said a black girl.

The basket ballplayers chuckled and mumbled to themselves, then started to leave.

The girl turned back and started talking to the other girls.

Joseph shook his head. " I don't even see what the big deal is-"

"It's fine" interrupted Jill.

"But I was just getting my books and-"

"Dude chill," said Mason "They're just a bunch of crack heads.

Joseph shook his head. "I'm getting sick of it."

"Come on guys, let's head to first period." Jill sighed.

"See you guys later." Joseph said.

Mason walked in his first period, and sat in his desk. His teacher was Mrs. Wright. She always wore her hair in a tight bun on top of her head. Mason always thought that she looked like some kind of bird, the way whe looked around the class room with her long neck, and the way her eyes were right above her long pointy nose. Right at the end of her nose, she wore tiny spectacles that she looked above every so often to make sure that her class was in an"orderly fashion." That's another thing, she loved to use old terms and impossible words as much as she could.

A blonde girl came in and dropped her bag and books on the desk in front of Mason. She let her hair loose and flipped it. Then, she reached in her purse and took out a mirror and began brushing. When she was done, she looked at Mason and smiled, trying to show all her dimpels.

When she finally sat in her desk, Mason rolled his eyes. She went through this flurting tactic with him almost everyday, or once every three days. And Mason tried to make it clear more than once that he was not interrested.

The bell rang, and everybody who was standing up sat down quickly. Mrs. Wright peeked over her spectacles and surveyed the class. She snapped her book shut and stood up. "Class, yesterday we had a simple discussion about frogs and how their digestive systems worked, so, this Thursday, we will be disecting frogs and see it for ourselves."

Mason looked around the class room. Several girls and whimps gasped and started whining. The blonde girl in front of him stiffened.

"Silence! Your voices are intruging!" chirped Mrs. Wright in her high pitched voice.

The class began to quiet down and Mrs. Wright's tomato-red face lessened. "Open your text books to page four hundred and eighty three." She pronounced each word with a high pitched chirp. "Miss Brittany, will you please read the third paragraph?"

The blond girl in front of Mason sat up a little and began to read in a smooth voice.

Slighly slouching in his seat, Mason held his head up with his hand. He didn't know how many hours of sleep he got last night, but it clearly wasn't enough. He closed his eyes. He would just rest for a minute.

"Mr. Strom!" SIT UP!!"

Mason jumped from his dream of clouds and skyscrapers and faced reality. Everyone was staring at him.

"Can you tell me what Mr. O'Connor just read?"

Mason looked dumb for a minute, then said, "I can't exactly recall everything."

Mrs. Wright's lips formed a tight smile. "Why don't you try?" she said sweetly.

Mason opened his mouth for a dumb question to stall her, but the bell rang.

Mrs. Wrights face turned bright red again and she clentched her teeth.

Mason wasted no time, grabbing his books, he bolted out the door. Talk about saved by the bell. He thought.

The rest of the day went by rapidly. Mason had a four page report due next Monday in Economics, and so far he only had half a page done. He buried his head in his hands over his computer at home. What was there to say about the stock markets?

Mason got up. He needed a break. He walked in the kitchen where his dad was reading the newspaper. "What's up buddy can I give you a hand in anything?"

Mason shook his head. "No I'm just taking a break." He poured the last of the passion juice in a glass and threw the container in the garbage.

"Alright, well I'm here if you need anything." He replied.

"Thanks." Said Mason heading out the kitchen.

He propped his feet up on the arm of the couch and layed his head on a pillow. Reaching for the remote, he turned on the T.V. Mason flipped through the channels, looking for anything to amuse him. Finding nothing, he flipped it off.

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The room smelled funny. The small alien sat up and looked around. He was in a large glass cubical-like room. Toddeling up to the glass he looked out. All around the cubical was hundreds and thousands of tables with eggs. Each egg had three chords attached to them.

The cyverian let out a gasp and jumped at the sound of his own voice.

The door opened and the white haired man walked in. He picked up the cyverian and set him on the table. After adjusting his glasses, he said, "Hello."

"Hello." said the cyverian in a high pitched voice.

Dr. Carvin smiled.

The cyverian pointed and said, "I want to go out there."

Dr. Carvin nodded and said, "Mabe later."

Suddenly, the cyverian jumped off the table and ran to the door. Pounding on it he screamed, "Let me out!"

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Sirens.

Mason opened his eyes. It was ten-fourty five. He got out of bed and looked out the window. One, Two, Three squad cars raced by.

Mason's neighborhood can be a dangerous place, so it wasn't unusual if you heard gunshots, ecspecially at night.

Mason turned around and started walking back to bed, but his lit phone caught his eye. Soccer tryouts tom it read. Mason texed back, Thanks Jon

After putting his phone down, Mason stretched his cramped arms and yawned. He didn't want to go back to bed yet. He checked on Kenny, who was sound asleep. The moon and outside houselamps casted long shadows in his room. Outside his window, the leaves were slightly dancing with the wind.

Mason opened the window. The cool breeze felt good to his face. More sirens. This time two fire trucks passed. What was going on tonight? Mason felt like he needed to find out.

Plus, He knew this neighborhood from the back of his hand. And this wasn't the first time he's gone out at night. He grabbed a black pair of jeans from under his bed and a black long sleeved shirt.

Suddenly his phone vibrated. It was from Jonathan again. Lets go it read.

Mason didn't waste another second. Stuffing his phone in his pocket, he grabbed a huge heap of clothes and after spreading them across his bed, he covered them with a sheet. He always did this procedure before he went out and it always worked.

Ducking out of his window, he dissappeared in the night.

Jonathan and Jill were waiting under the Kenberry's old willow tree, their usual meeting place. After brief greetings, Mason and the kids were off.

Jill kicked a pinecone. They've been walking for awhile. "You know guys, we really should-"

"Duck!" said Jonathan urgently and jumped over a low hedge.

Mason helped Jill over and right as she crouched, a black SUV slowly passed.

Once on the sidewalk, Jill tried again, "Guys come on, we should just... what's that?"

"Smoke." answered Mason "This way."

The house was pretty much destroyed, badly burned, and still on fire, but the firefighters shortly put it out.

The three kids crouched nearby across the street behind a Honda.

"No! Daddy no! I want to see mommy NOW!" A little girl holding a stuffed Spongebob was crying and screaming.

A police officer walked up to the dad and showed him a broken glass bottle.

The man sighed and said, "It's those kids who've been giving us a hard time..."

The police officer started speaking in a low voice.

"Mason," Jill wispered "We should leave."

Mason nodded his head.

Later, two blocks away, Jonathan said, "Why do people do that? How can they live with themselves?"

Jill shook her head. "There house was burnt I mean, did you see that little girl?" She sniffed.

Mason was outraged. The stupid potheads didn't care, they just wanted to have some fun. It made him sick.

Once again in his room, Mason changed his clothes. He strongly smelled of smoke.

After throwing the wad of clothes in the hamper, he got in bed.

Mason was asleep before his head hit the pillow.