SHAPESHIFTERS
Part 5's

If Marco had not remembered his old semi-truck, Marco might have closed the door, slamming the door hard.

For others, peeking at the woman who had only left her skin as a wrapper around her body, was probably something of a beautiful and interesting memory, on the contrary for Marco.

His regret for peeking out earlier peaked.

Marco is a normal adult male in his emotions, although he has a special advantage, or rather he calls it, is an unusual special deficiency, compared to the average person.

Half-running, Marco goes to where he usually splits wood to fuel his fireplace.

The swing of his axe that is able to split wood in one hit, becomes Marco's impingement of his frustration.

Marco hated himself, who was different from everyone else.

Fear of the possibility of leaking his true identity ruined his life.

His ability to change shape, Marco considered the greatest misfortune of his life.

Just imagine, if Marco were with someone, then he turned into an animal all of a sudden, what would happen?

In the light, anyone who saw him would assume that he was a strange man, with a look of fear while shouting.

Pieces after pieces of wood that split in half, piled up more and more and higher.

Sweat that poured down his body, making Marco open his shirt, and threw it just up on the floor porch of his house.

With a pair of trousers left, Marco kept splitting the pieces of firewood, until his power was almost exhausted.

Marco grabbed the sweat on his forehead, with the back of his hand, quick and rough, while sitting on a pile of split wood.

His rough and callous palms were painful, with his arms and shoulders also sore, because he was working without rules.

Not something bad, precisely with the pain he felt, can eliminate the desire of his crazy lust to touch the woman's body.

The axe in his hand was plugged carelessly onto a bearing pad, to split the wood.

Still bare-chested, Marco lay on a pile of wood, letting himself sunburn until his skin was reddish.

Excessive fatigue, almost put Marco to sleep outside.

Is there any chance Marco could live a normal life?

What kind of creature is he really?

Is there anyone else like him?

The question that often pops into his head without any answer, disturbs his peace of mind.

Naturally, Marco could feel relief, when he could fly over the sky above the forest, but because of his stupidity, it only messed up his day.

Marco then walked into his house, carrying a few pieces of wood that he could lift.

Putting the pieces of wood near the fireplace, Marco went to the bathroom to clean himself.

The drop of cold water rushing down from the top of his head, was quite refreshing and reduced the pressure in his body.

After getting dressed, wearing only a shirt with no sleeves and shorts, Marco looked at the pendant he kept in the jewelry box of the late Mommy Marco.

Light blue, prism-shaped, translucent stone pendants, embedded in titanium metal frames, are suspended in chains that are also made of short titanium.

If Marco wanted to wear it now, it could only be used as a bracelet, loosely on his wrist.

Just a simple carving framed pendant, although still does not detract from its beauty, it accentuates the appearance of the stone.

Absolutely useless, to serve as a clue.

Marketed flea, or garage sale, Marco once saw a pendant, which is similar in shape to the pendant in his hand now.

There was nothing special when Marco asked about the pendant to his seller back then.

"It's cheap if you're interested. It was just jewelry my ex-husband bought. Instead of throwing it away, it's better that it could be money."

The words of the woman who seemed to be in her mid-forties, when Marco tried to find out, just in case there was anything special about the pendant he sold.

Other than the framed carvings of the pendants, there was no noticeable difference, compared to the pendants Marco had.

Well then, it could be just ordinary jewelry.

The only one who might be able to give Marco a hint, was only the nun who was in the orphanage.

Unfortunately, since Marco returned to the small town, Marco has not been able to meet Martha's sick sister, and received special care, without any outsiders who can visit her.

All the articles on the discovery of children, which took place the same year that Marco was discovered, were also not appropriate, or bear any resemblance to his case.

It seemed, Marco had quite thoroughly read the old newspaper articles, which he could still find on the internet.

But, it still hasn't yielded any results.

Marco put the locket back in the jewelry box, then walked out of his room.

Tonight there will be a party for the city's birthday.

As Marco remembered, usually since morning, the crowd had crept in front of the city hall.

Most of the daddies who bring their children to play, already collected there, where there is usually a place for children to play.

Just like the memories Marco left behind when his Mommy was alive.

Every city birthday, since morning Mommy Marco has been busy cooking various types of food to take to the city hall, in the afternoon before night.

While his Daddy, after breakfast together, will take Marco to the field in front of the town hall, so as not to disturb Mommy cooking.

Simple rides are available there.

Starting from walking around there riding a pony, feeding small farm animals, painting with special paint on their faces, to enjoy snacks sold by traders who take advantage of the crowded crowd, it will be Marco and Daddy's activities, while waiting for Mommy Marco to finish his cooking.

Beautiful memories, although only briefly felt by Marco when he was still young.

Now all that remains is a memory that is attached to the memory of the affection of Mommy and Daddy Marco, among many other good memories, while with his parents.

Marco walked slowly into the kitchen.

Intending to make Pumpkin pie, as his Mommy used to make when he was alive.

In addition to being Marco's hand when going to the city hall later, the food can also be to treat his longing for Mommy, the woman who became his favorite.

All the ingredients needed to make Pumpkin pie, Marco removed from the fridge.

While his Mommy was alive, Marco was taught how to cook the food, complete with a recipe that is now still attached with opaque writing, on the door of the kitchen cabinet.