Monsters vs. Aliens 2

I hope you guys don't mind, the only reason I'm putting this here is because I really want people to be able to read it and something's wrong with Fanfiction.net. I can't seem to start any new stories. As soon as I can put this up, I will, but for now, it's here. Enjoy!

Prologue: When You Wish Upon a Spaceship
A black and white tom-cat was rummaging through a dumpster, hoping for some leftover scraps to eat. He was small and incredibly thin, his ribs visible even in the moonlight. He pulled his head out of the trash heap with a half-eaten fish in his jaws, his green eyes shining. This’ll make a good meal the tom purred as he leaped down off the edge.

“Well, well...” a voice meowed behind him. “If it isn’t little Sparky.”

Sparky turned around, his fur fluffed up in fear. A muscular brown tabby and two gray toms stood there, glaring menacingly at the little cat. “Looks like he’s brought us a meal,” the tabby tom mewed.

“Listen… B-Butch…” Sparky stuttered, dropping the fish. “I-I d-don’t want any tr-trouble…” Butch chuckled huskily as he and his cronies took a step towards him.

“Listen to that, boys!” he chuckled. “The wimpy cat doesn’t want any trouble!”

“Then he should have known better than to come here,” one of the gray toms growled. “This is OUR dumpster.”

“Here then!” Sparky threw the fish at the alley cats. “It’s not worth fighting over that!” He turned to leave, but the gray cats blocked his way out. Butch came closer, unsheathing his claws.

“Oh no,” the tabby drawled evilly. “We can’t let you go. Not before we give you something special.”

“L-like what?” Sparky whimpered, dreading the answer.

“Nothing much. Just a little reminder, that’s all…”

Butch leapt onto Sparky, biting and clawing every part of the black cat he could reach. Sparky yowled in pain and fought back, but his blows had little effect on Butch. The tabby grabbed Sparky by the scruff and flung him against a wall, laughing as the little tom dashed through the gap the gray toms left for him.

“And stay out!” They screeched.

Sparky kept running until he reached his favorite hill, just outside of town. Upon reaching the top, he licked his wounds gingerly, thankful that the neighborhood cats had gone easy on him- this time. Poor Sparky was born the runt of the litter, and ever since he was a kitten the cats that lived in the alleys of town pushed him around. I make it too easy for them he thought with a sigh, but what else can I do? I’m just too small, too weak, so helpless…

Throughout all of his painful life, Sparky wanted a friend. Someone who would stand up for him when the alley cats bullied him. Someone to talk to on the nights when he felt most alone. Someone who cared for him. Someone who’d do anything for him. Someone he’d do anything for. His ears drooped as sorrow overtook him. Why can’t I have a friend?

He looked up at the sky and saw a shooting star streaking across the sky. Cats don’t normally believe in things like wishing upon a star, and even his mother told him not to waste time with wishes. You can’t get anything in life by just wishing for it, she had said. Tonight, though, Sparky was desperate. He closed his eyes and wished.

I wish I had a friend who loved me for who I am.

Suddenly, the shooting star grew bigger and bigger, and it took Sparky only a few moments to realize that it was heading right at him. He froze as the star stopped in midair, too terrified to move. Then there was a flash of light, and everything went black.