Okay, first off, this is not mine, not entirely, RavenK7 before he mysteriously vanished was a master fanfiction writer, who I was given the honor to work along side. After he wrote the FUTURE Hybred series which dealt with our heroes and enemies descendants, and he began work on his Prequels and Sequels, I offered to help him. And DAMN it was fun to work with him, we were like a factory! However, for some reason he just up and vanished, and his account and stories with him. I have rough version of most of his material. (which I helped write about a third of or more after his first two stories which I also helped revise later, which by the way I think this is our revised version)

I don't know what happened to RavenK7, dead, computer crashed, joined the army, I don't know. But I feel his work should and MUST live on. After I've printed what we did together, if the people ask for it, (I have a LOT of stories to work on and I need to spend my time productively) I will continue the series, using the note me and Raven exchanged to continue the series to heart.

This is the prequels saga, set when the Hybred virus was released. I'll be putting up the future series if anyone asks. If anything just so his MASTER PIECE will live on. Yes I keep calling it that, because this is on par with Acey's Pokemon MASTER saga (for those of you who liked it ignore that last part if you didn't.)

In spite of some MINOR errors on Raven's part, I've decided to leave things as is, as to not detour in any way from this work of art.

Anyway, without further ado, I give you the first of Raven's Prequel stories, complete with his own foreword.

This is for you RavenK7!!!

DISCLAIMER: The author does not acknowledge any ownership of Pokemon whatsoever. However, the purely fictitious characters that do appear belong to NeoRaven. Other Authors must get permission and acknowledge NeoRaven's work before using his characters.

Man, referring to yourself in the third person is weird!!! o_O;;

The Hybreds, Prequel 1 - The Epiphany Of Change

Professor Oak sat in his lounge, idly sipping tea and enjoying his favorite program on the television. Then it went to a commercial break. It was one of the ads for Silph Co.'s new mass produced Level Balls (A.N.: ball for catching lower level pokemon). He sighed. No avoiding commercialism these days. Interesting as it was, he was going to get up to refill his mug. But then the ad was cut short by a special bulletin.

"We interrupt your regularly scheduled programming for this late breaking news," said the reporter, breathlessly. "Earlier this station among others around the world, received a broadcast from Team Rocket, stating that 'If the world leaders do not surrender to them, then a plague that will change the face of the planet shall be released.' Government officials along with other world leaders have given out this statement, 'This broadcast from Team Rocket, if it was Team Rocket, is a hoax and no one should pay any head to it, and we have found no evidence to support their claims.' We will keep you posted with any further breaking news. Please stay tuned. We now return you to your regularly scheduled programing already in progress." It was obivious the news caster was trying hard to keep to a mono tone with his final statment.

Oak had paid close attention. Even though he had faith in the world's leaders these days, he couldn't help but think that it wasn't as big a hoax as they were making it out to be. He had no idea how close to the truth he really was.

"Okay, Mom," said Ash. "I'm all packed up and ready to go."

His Mom, however, didn't seem all that enthusiastic about it. "Ash, you know how I feel about you and Misty camping together like this."

It was inevitable, Ash and Misty are an item. It didn't happen overnight though. It started when Ash had his stuningly close victory in the Johto League championship he used the prize money to buy himself and Misty new bikes. The Bike he bought Misty was better than the one he trashed, so it more than repaid his debt. But Misty did not leave him. Ash didn't mind, he kinda liked Misty after all this time, but it did make him wonder. Eventually he got up his nerve and asked her why she wouldn't leave. Misty sheepishly said that she didn't know. Deep down inside, however, she knew why, she loved Ash. But she wouldn't admit it, even then. Then one day they were exploring Mt. Silver when a terrible storm struck. They took cover in one of the caves, but in their rush, Ash triped, fell down a pitfall and broke his leg badly. Misty thought that she and Ash wouldn't be found in time to help him, so she confessed her love to him. When all hope seemed lost, the storm finally broke and it was safe for Charizard to go find help. Help arrived just in time, and Misty and Ash have loved eachother ever since.

"Mom!" said Ash, turning several shades of pink. "It's not like were going to do anything, you know, together." Ash's words started to come together in a jumble. "Besides, we're picking up Tracy at the Mountain Road, and then Brock in Ecruteak City."

"Oh!" said his Mother, clearly annoyed. "Fine then. But you be careful Ash, I don't want anything bad happening to you," she said with the usual motherly concern. "I don't want anything happening to you like what happened at Mt. Silver."

"Don't worry, Mom," said Ash, getting on his bike with an eagerly awaiting Pikachu. "I love you!" he said, riding off on his bike.

"I love you too!" she called back. She didn't know why, but she couldn't shake off this feeling of immanent upheaval. But she shook it off as paranoia, and went to help Mr. Mime in the garden.

Tracy was hiking along the mountain trail, looking for another subject to sketch. Professor Oak had asked him for his help by spending some time here in the mountains studying the pokemon here. Oak could never live out in the mountains for a year, but Tracy could. Tracy had been a little reluctant, but it had appealed to him in a strange way. So he accepted and he hadn't regretted it. Now at the end of his year long study of mountain pokemon he was on his way to the gate house where he would meet Misty and Ash. It would be so good to see them again.

Brock watched a battle between one of the Dancing girls and a trainer. He had been showing the dancing girls here at the dance theatre how to beter care for their pokemon. It appears to have worked, this snotty trainer who had been demoralizing these lovely young ladies on a weekly basis. Now him and his pokemon were getting their butts kicked accross the dance theatre. He grinned as each of the dancing girls took turns humiliating him. He thought back to the adventures him and his friends, Misty and Ash, used to have. Now they were on their way to meet him for a reunion campout at the Lake of Rage. It would be good to see them all again.

Colonel Williams Rotgut of the US marine corps, Retired turned off his television. He had just seen the news flash about the plague threat from Team Rocket. He picked up the phone next to his easy chair and dialed a phone number.

"Geroldson? This is Rotgut. You saw it too? Good. Call up everyone else and schedule a meeting as soon as possible. We need to do something about this." With that he put the phone back. "Stupid last minute government cover-ups." he muttered.

Later that evening the Arctic Commandos, lead by Colonel Rotgut, attacked the Team Rocket base in the Aluetian Isle Chain in Alaska. This was their primary genetic research facility and was located in one of the more remote parts of the world. Unfortunatly, they had unwittingly built it rather close to the training grounds of the Arctic Commandos. They had watched this base carefully and recently documented an increase of activity. Then Team Rocket had broadcasted it's threat to the world. This was their tip off. Team Rocket had been up to something and that base of their's was the staging platform. The plans were simple. Go in, take out the defenses, capture the scientists and their resaerch.

Their attack went perfectly. The gaurds were inplace to handle small groups of nature goers, not a well armed para-military group. The scientists could not put up a fight and were quickley subdued. One of the computer experts in the group checked the computer real quick. It was all there still, the scientists had not reacted fast enough to delete the information on the hard drives.

Little did they know that Giovanni had been watching from far away. He frowned at the incompetence of the scientists. He removed a key from his pocket and inserted it into the keyhole on the consol. Turning it he unlocked the hinged piece of plexiglass that covered a large red button. The red button now glowed as he lifted the plexiglass away. Without a second thought or hesitation, he pushed the button.

The fate of the entire planet had just been decided. All around the world, distribution devices began releasing a Mutagenic Plague into the world. They were in cities like Tokyo, Hong Kong, New York, London, La Paz, Mexico City, Toronto, Melbourne, and Cairo. They were in the waters of the Pacicific Island Chains, including the Orange Islands, Hawaii, and The Aluetians. Little did anyone else know of what tomorrow held in store for the world.

Professor Oak was getting ready to wind down after a long day. He was worn out by that days efforts, mostly tending to the pokemon in his sanctuary. They seemed so restless for some reason. He turned on his television to watch the evening news. He was turning back to sit in his chair when he heard the frantic reporter.

"-repeat, the plague is not a hoax! Earlier today a militia group led by Retired Colonel Rotgot invaded Team Rocket's supposedly secret base to try and stop them. Instead they have inadvertently activated the distribution devices scattered throughout the globe. This went unnoticed because of the Mutagenic Plague's incubation period; it has taken twenty-four hours for the Nanomachines to manifest themselves in people. Earlier, officials questioned Team Rocket scientists and came up with this information about the Mutagenic Plague. The plague is not a virus, but a nanomachine, or a microscopic robot. These nanomachines work like a virus, but instead of destroying living cells, they modify and rebuild them. The first step in the process of the Mutagenic Plague Nanomachines is that they need to infect a pokemon first. This is why it went undetected for so long. When a pokemon is infected with the Mutagenic Plague a special nanomachine commits the pokemon's genetic code to memory and, using parameters preprogrammed by Team Rocket scientists, they begin to splice the pokemon DNA with a human's DNA. At the same time they change the host body's form. This ultimately will lead to a pokemon/human hybrid. Twelve hours after exposure, the host pokemon will begin to show symptoms of influenza and become contagious. When this happens, the Mutagenic Plague will seek out a human host, using the pokemon's DNA to splice with the human's. The transformation process takes about a week to complete, sometimes less, and afterwards, there is a tamper-proof gene left that instantly kills the person if his or her DNA is further tampered with. The process then repeats itself. The Team Rocket scientists did surrender the anti-nanomachines. This is known as the Vaccine, because it can only be used on people not exposed. If it was used on an infected person, the Vaccine would kill all the nanomachines that subdue the immune system which would cause a self-destruction. Stay in your homes, stay away from sick pokemon, and if you are infected, stay away from all pokemon. Those of you who are not infected will have the vaccine administrated to them by police officers going door to door. If you are infected, make sure that the pokemon in your house stay inside to stop the spreading of the Mutagenic Plague, and hang a red cloth from your door. Symptoms of infection are sudden and severe influenza symptoms, changes in skin pigmentation, and growth of body hair. We will keep you posted on the progress of the inoculation against the Mutagenic Plague."

Professor Oak was on the ground now, because he had stumble and missed his chair. He had handled a sick Noctowl earlier, but it had gotten away (A.N.: a new pokemon from pokemon gold and silver. Looks much like a Great Horned Owl). That was at about eleven thirty in the morning. He had until eleven thirty at night until he became sick and contagious if he was infected with the Mutagenic Plague. He began calling everyone in pallet, telling them the news, and also trying to find a house that didn't have many pokemon. Mrs. Ketchum decided that he could stay at her house and Mimie can go to Professor Oak's place. When he got there, Mimie was already leaving. From there they tried to call Ash and his friends. But it was no use, they seemed to be in a dead zone where the signals can't reach them. Then, Mrs. Ketchum suddenly felt very cold. Chills ran through her body as if she were suddenly at the south pole. She felt so weakened that she would have collapsed on to the floor if Oak hadn't reached out to grab her.

"Mrs. Ketchum," said Oak, "did you see any sick pokemon today?"

"Yes," she said weakly, "I tried to help a sick Flareon, but it ran off." Professor Oak knew right then and there that she had been infected.

The next day, Misty had met Ash in Veridean City and they now made their way west to Johto, were they would meet Tracy, then Brock, and then camp near Lake of Rage. They were now on the road between Johto and Victory Road. At around noon time they had stopped to take a break when Misty decided to take a walk in the surrounding forrest alone. Ash said it was okay, the forrest wasn't too dense, and it was very nice out. Not too far, in fact was the coastline. Probably what Misty wanted to see the most while they were here.

Indeed it was. Misty was walking along the water's edge, letting it drift over her feet. It felt cool after all this bike riding. Then she saw something down along the shore, heaving as though it were breathing heavily, with an occasional shudder. She came closer to get a better look. It was a Vaporeon! She had always wanted a Vaporeon, almost as much as she wanted a Tentacruel. This one looked sick and weak. It was shivering and weazing. It looked so bad off that Misty felt that she could safely use a Great Ball on it without having to weaken it further.

The Vaporeon didn't even bother to resist the Great Ball when it was captured. Misty went over and picked up the Great Ball. She decided to take a look at this Vaporeon she had just caught. She released the Vaporeon from the ball, but it didn't get up and go anywhere. It just sat there wheezing. She decided to do something about that. She started digging through her pack, first a general antibiotic (who knew what was going around in Johto), and then a potion to help it recover some health. It worked, even though it was clear that this Vaporeon was still sick, it wasn't like it was near death's door anymore. In fact it seemed happy to meet a caring person like Misty (it had heard rumors from others that most trainers were mean and cruel). But she decided to put it back in the poke ball now. She wanted to keep it secret from Ash until she could get it fully healed, she wanted to surprise him later on in a battle. Needles to say, Misty was now thoroughly exposed to the Mutagenic Plague.

Ash was snacking with Pikachu when something in the bushes rustled around. Ash and Pikachu took immediate notice and got ready incase it was Team Rocket again. But then the bushes rustled again and a starved, weak and abused Jolteon practically fell out of the bush. Ash and Pikachu immediately ran out to help it. Upon close inspection, Ash found that it was only battered and tired. Nothing that a Full Heal, food and water wouldn't cure. Ash and Pikachu had the Jolteon looking better by the time Misty came back from her hike. She immediately took notice of Ash tending to the Jolteon.

"Ash, were did that Jolteon come from?"

"He just wandered on over. He was really beaten up, but Pikachu and I fixed him up." Pikachu backed Ash up with an affirming "Pi-ka-chu."

Misty came over to get a closer look at the Jolteon. "Well, he seems okay now."

"Jolt-ee!" said the Jolteon, as though to say, "You'd better believe it."

The Jolteon stayed with Ash as they continued on their trip to Johto. They were still a day from New Bark Town, the first town they'd come to in Johto. They were still blissfully unaware of the danger Misty unknowingly carried inside herself. Right now the Nanomachines were cracking her genetic code, figuring out how to best combine it with the Vaporeon's genetic code, and multiplying themselves to invade other bodies. Later that night, as Ash and Misty were huddled together under the stars, Misty began to feel feverish and ill. It was like the first drop on a roller coaster, the shock from the sudden transition made her nautious. Ash decided that they should get some rest and see if she improved in the morning. The Jolteon felt that if Ash tended to her overnight, that he might get sick too and they wouldn't have anyone esle to take care of them, so he decided to watch over her that night. Ash and Pikachu relented, getting the point that Jolteon was trying to make.

The next day early in the morning, Ash left with Pikachu to go ahead and find someone who had medicine on them. It was a long shot, but they had to try. They got lucky and saw someone on the road that morning, but he was as crazy as they come.

"Oh, thank goodness your normal!" said the stranger. "It's coming you see! We've made God angry and now the great plague is coming to make demons of us all to make us reflect our sins!" He had a wild, crazed look in his eyes and he hadn't shaved in a while either.

"Ah? Sir! Wait! My friend she's sick and needs medicine. Do you have any?"

"Your friend is sick?! She's sick!? Take this and STAY AWAY FROM ME!!!" screamed the now panicked man, throwing his pack at Ash's feet. Then the man ran off, screaming "It's coming" to everyone and no one at once. Ash let loose the shudder he'd been repressing the whole time and picked up the pack and checked it's contents. Apparently it was a bunch of antibiotics and painkillers.

"Perfect." said Ash. He then looked down the road where the crazy man went, the direction of Victory road. He was still running around and shouting like the lunatic he was. What a strange, sad peron, thought Ash.

When Ash came back to the camp, Jolteon was sick too. Pikachu went into Misty's tent while Ash checked on Jolteon.

Then Pikachu's panicked voice called out from Misty's tent. "CHU-PIKA! PIKA-PIKA-CHUUUU!!!" Ash made a mad dash for Misty's tent. Ducking inside he saw Pikachu, pale as a ghost, and Misty, wheezing, glazed in sweat and wrapped tightly in her sleeping bag. Her skin was blue. But not a pale sickly blue. This was a vivid blue color.

"Oh, Misty!" said Ash. He immediately started digging into the crazy man's pack and got out some anti-biotic pills, a cough expectorant, and some pain killers (He wasn't sure if it was a viral or bacterial infection, but he didn't want to take that chance). He quickly had Misty swallow the Medicine, and then went to see about Jolteon. Ash gave him a potion and an anti-biotic too. He brought Jolteon into Misty's tent and sat there himself. All he could do now was wait.

Eventually the medicine began to take effect and Misty became a little more alert. "Ash," she faintly called.

"I'm here, Misty," said Ash. "How're ya doing?"

"Better now that you gave me that medicine." Ash smiled as he reached his hand and gently stroke her forehead. He felt his hand tingle, but he thought it was just an odd sensation, like when your foot fell asleep. But then it started to itch and burn. That wasn't normal! Ash panicked and yanked his hand away as it began to really burn. He found a canteen of water and poured it over his hand, causing the burning to cease. Only one thing could burn like that, acid. He returned to Misty's tent where she was holding her hand in front of her face.

"What's happening to me, Ash?" she said fearfully.

"I don't know," said Ash, also afraid, but not of Misty, as he came to sit down next to her, letting her know silently that he wasn't afraid of her. Misty got this impression, loud and clear. "I'd hold your hand," said Ash, trying to be funny, "but I'm afraid that you'll only burn me again."

"What was it?"

"I think it was acid."

"But how could I be sweating acid. I couldn't do that unless..." Misty trailed off. She suddenly had a horrifying realization. Only one pokemon sweats acid like this. It was a skill known as Acid Armor, meant to discourage physical contact attacks. "Ash, I think I'm turning into a Vaporeon."

It was an eerily quiet that night. None of the usual insect pokemon singing tonight. Nor were any of the other nocturnal pokemon right now. Even the air was dead, not daring to turn a leaf to disturb this silence. In the gloom Misty listened to her own breathing and heartbeat. The painkillers and antibiotics Ash had brought were prescription strength. Even though her thoughts were clouded and her eyes heavy, this silence would not let her sleep.

She felt certain that she would not be human at all come morning, if not then definitely by the end of tomorrow. It was ironic, that she had loved water pokemon so much, that she had wanted to feel what they felt, see what they see, do what they do. And now she was becoming one of her childhood favorite pokemon. She should have listened to her mother, during those precious few years she had her, when she told her to be careful with what she wished for, that she just might get it.

The Vaporeon's instincts were now just beginning to tug at the edges of her mind. Her childhood longing for the sea was being magnified by that instinct. It was like longing for a long lost chlkdhood home that you loved so much. It bordered on heartache and it wore Misty down even further. She fought against memories these instincts brought up, like when she would try to outswim her sisters, pretending to be a Vaporeon. She fought them, thinking they would only speed up her regression..

She may have been heavily dosed with painkillers, she still could feel things moving around inside her body. Many of her internal organs were ever so slowly shifting into new and alien sizes and positions. The most notable addition of all aside from her new skin color was her tail, now a full foot in length. She barley even noticed it now, but it bothered her at times. Then she heard the swishing sound of her tail wagging in her anxiety while rubbing against her sleeping bag. Grunting in anger, she reach down, pulled her tail between her legs, and clamp them down on it. Oh, I wish that thing would go away!she thought in vain.

Then she heard Ash stir and begin to talk in his sleep. "No, Misty, come back. Please don't leave me alone, come back. Come back! Please." Then he seemed to calm back down again. It was almost more than what her heart could take. Silent tears of pain and heartache began to stream down her face. She remembered the time when she had met that brave, foolish, determined lunkhead when he stole her bike and totaled it, trying to get his dying Pikachu to the pokemon center. That day she had met a person who cared for his pokemon as much as she did. Ash had eventually replaced that bike with a better one but still she stayed with him. She never wanted to admit it then, but she loved him. She would have laughed at her foolishness over the years if it wouldn't set her lungs ablaze with pain. And now, the hope for their love was dwindling with her humanity. Oh, damn this world, damn her. If only she had told him sooner. Then she would have had more time to love him.

Soon she would have to go to the ocean, answer it's lurings and beckonings. Tonight was definitely her last as anything resembling human, every cell in her body felt it, that the finale was at hand. Then she would answer the ocean's callings. She would dive into the cold, cruel, beautiful, encompassing sea. She would live by the laws of kill or be killed, the law of tooth and fang. But then she wondered about the Vaporeon already there. She knew of their habits, but there were still many mysteries about them. They would definetley be able to tell that she was once human. Would she be accepted? Would they reject her because of her human taint? How could she live then?

All the grief and pain had finally wore her down. Turning one more time, she saw the stars though the tent's nylon screen window. Drifting into sleep's deep waters she grabbed hold of this image and burned it into her memory for all she was worth, for it would be her last sight as a human being. Tears still coming down her face, Misty Waterflower, born May 15, age 21, saw the world as a human being for the last time as she closed her eyes and slept.

In the morning when Misty awoke she was startled to find herself still somewhat human. She looked over to Ash's direction and gasped. He was covered in sweat, still asleep, wheezing and groaning in pain. His spiky hair had turned even spiker and his skin was clearly yellow. Oh my gosh, thought Misty, not Ash too!

"Piiiiiiikaaa," weakly called Pikachu. He too was covered in sweat and he looked a bit bigger too. Then she checked on Jolteon in the other tent. It was lying down inside the other tent, riddled in fever and pain, it too was starting to turn human. Quickly, she darted back into her own tent, pulled out the poke ball that contained Vaporeon and released it onto her sleeping bag. Misty didn't know whether this one was male or female, but now she knew for sure. There, sleeping atop the sleeping bag, in all her naked glory, was something that was not a Vaporeon, not a Human, but half of each. It looked rather human, but it had fins cresting the head and ears, a spiny ridge along the spine, and the mermaid like tail. It had a short head of auburn colored hair. She stirred around and opened her eyes. The eyes were human like, brown within white. Seeing Misty in her new "Vaporeon Girl" form startled her and, in her weakened state, started scrambling about. She only managed to trip all over the place because of her longer legs.

"Whoa, whoa, hey!" said Misty, trying to calm her down. "It's alright, you're safe." The Vaporeon seemed to understand this and began to calm down. "I don't know what's happened, but it happened to the both of us, and now we're the same." the Vaporeon Hybred looked at herself and then at Misty. The poor thing was scared more than it had ever been in it's entire life. The emotional overload so sudden was that she threw herself onto Misty, bawling with tears streaming down her face.

Misty did her best to comfort her friend. "There now. Go ahead and let it out. Don't keep it inside." As she said this her own voice began to crack and tears streamed down her face. She had not lost all of her humanity, but she was no longer human. She could tell it was over now, she didn't feel her body changing anymore, just the exhaustion. The deed has been done and she knew that there would be no going back now. They sat there for half an hour, just crying. They cried for each other and their friends, for the lives they would never have again, and for all the unknowns the future had in store for them.

The next several days were fraught with pain and confusion. Their pokemon were beginning to look more and more human, and Misty and Ash had to make sure they stayed covered up for decency sake.

"I'm not so sure about keeping ourselves covered like this," said Vaporeon.

"Well, I don't know about you guys," said Pikachu, "but it at least keeps me from getting cold." He then wrapped himself up more tightly in the towl he used as a blanket as another round of chills rattled through his body.

"Well, I can understand using them when your cold," said Jolteon. "But humans like to stay covered all the time."

"Yes," said Vaporeon, "I never really understood that. You've spent a lot of time with them, Pikachu. Do you know why?"

"No not exactly, but I think it has something to do with keeping the males separate from the females."

"What?! Then how do they make babies then?" asked Jolteon.

"I don't know. Maybe that's the point, that they don't want to. I've learned that for humans it's not just once or twice a year they feel the urge, but whenever there is a female present. I figured this because of a friend of my trainer, named Brock, immediately starts trying to court almost any female he sees, but to no avail unfortunately for him."

"Wow, it must be maddening to be human!" said Jolteon.

"You know, I think Pikachu is right," said Vaporeon. "I've been getting feelings of attraction to your trainer, Pikachu, the one who's becoming a Jolteon. If it weren't for the fact that he already seems to have courted my trainer then I would probably court him."

"Don't you see,Vaporeon?" said Pikachu "You've been like this longer than we have and your already showing signs of a human mind."

"I know, and it's amazing too. I've been getting thoughts and ideas that I've never had before. I've been understanding things about the Humans that have been a mystery to me." Pikachu and Jolteon looked at each other. They didn't need to say it. She was going into the abyss of the unknown. Pokemon and Humans have never been able to understand each other completely. Now Vaporeon was at a threshold, she was not a pokemon anymore, but not a Human either. They too would be there soon. Would they be able to cope with it?

Ash and Misty sat bundled up in their tent watching their friends talk to eachother. "I wonder what they're talking about." said Ash in one of his moments of clear thinking.

"It's hard to tell," said Misty. I can't speak their language, yet."

"What do you think our families will think of us?"

"I don't know," said Misty. "I think that maybe we should run away with our friends, together." Misty's three sisters had always been hard on her, being the runt of the litter. Now what would they think of her now that she was a Vaporeon Girl?

Ash thought for a second. "No. I don't want to run away. I'd rather just go home and live with Mom."

"And you would take me with you?"

Ash gave her a serious look. Looking into her face he saw the fine scales in her blue skin that now slightly sparkled in the moonlight. It was a very enchanting effect on her still human form face. "Of course. I love you, Misty. Even if you're half Vaporeon now."

Misty smiled at the sentiment and snuggled closer to Ash. She hadn't been sweating acid as much now, and Ash had started growing a Jolteon's tough stiff hair, so it was safe. Misty had a vision of Mrs. Ketchum chasing a bunch of half human, half Eevee children around her house, and Ash reprimanding them for giving his mother a hard time. She chuckled at the sight.

"What's so funny?" asked Ash.

"Oh," said Misty, "Just the thought of us having a family. Our children would be a handful, wouldn't they?" Misty smiled at the shocked expression on Ash's face, it was absolutely priceless.

Mrs. Ketchum was worried for her son. The transformation had been painful for Oak and her, she wanted to see if Ash and Misty were okay and if they needed any help. She was finally free of the Nanomachines and so was Professor Oak. She had often looked at herself in the mirror, marveling at her new form. She didn't like the idead that she'd probably never be human again, but she didn't mind too much if she looked this nice. She had retained most of her human form, but now she had a tail covered by a flaming plume of hair, her ears had expanded to the shape and preportion of a Flareon's and she was also covered from head to toe in a fine orange bodyhair Oak watched as she paced up and down in the living room. The strain was starting to get to her because Oak saw that her clothes were beginning to smolder.

"Uh, Mrs. Ketchum?" said Oak. "I think you need to calm down before you ruin another set of clothes." She was not quite used to being half Human and half Flareon and was quickly redefining "spontaneous combustion". She paused at Oak's words. He was right, she was worrying too much. She took a deep breath and let it out slowly, giving off volumes of heat. Then the still human Officer Jenny knocked on the door. She had been overseeing the "cleaning" of their home. Mrs. Ketchum peered through the window and Officer Jenny signaled that it was safe. Mrs. Ketchum breathed a sigh of relief and open the door.

"Mrs. Ketchum," said Jenny, "I am pleased to declare that you, Professor Oak, and your house are all clean."

"Thank you very much, Officer Jenny," said Mrs. Ketchum. "Now if you'll excuse us, the Professor has a lab to get back to, and I have my son to look for."

Jenny saluted her. "I would help you, ma'am, but we have many other homes to clear."

"I understand," said Mrs. Ketchum. Professor Oak said his goodbyes and left for his lab (which was clean because he made sure someone was there to look after it and ward off any carriers), meanwhile, Mrs. Ketchum packed a few necessities into her red jeep, made sure the house was locked up, and took off for Veridean City. She knew where to look, Ash had shown her the route he and Misty were going to take. Veridean would just be an initial stopover point.

Misty was feeling much better now. In fact, she had never felt so well in her life. She had finally gotten over the exhaustion caused by the transformation process. As a bonus the Nanomachines had removed a lot of toxins and imperfections from her body, which she didn't know of of course. It had been two days since her and Vaporeon had broke downa and cried together. Right now she was helping her friend Vaporeon get dressed. It took a while, because they had to make alterations for their tails. But soon enough the two of them were decent. After that, Misty began working on some of Ash's clothes for the Pikachu, Jolteon and Ash. They planned on walking back to Ash's house in pallet to figure out what to do next. But then Ash's mother pulled up in her jeep.

"Oh my gosh," said Mrs. Ketchum, "Misty, is that you?"

"Mrs. Ketchum?" said Misty, shocked at the sight of a half Flareon, half Human Mrs. Ketchum.

"Oh, it is you, Misty. Where's Ash?"

"Uh, he's, ah, sleeping in the tent," said a very uncertain Misty. She was shocked with how well Mrs. Ketchum was taking all of this. Ash had been sleeping off the aftereffects of the Mutagenic Plague since that morning. Ash's Mom went in and Misty followed. Mrs. Ketchum crouched down beside Ash, and started stroking his forehead. She wasn't agitated right now, so she wouldn't burn him when she touched him. Ash stirred a little and opened his eyes.

"Mom?" he said. Mrs. Ketchum smiled because her son was able to recognize her even though she changed so much. "What happened to you, Mom?"

"It's okay sweety. You sleep now. I'll explain when you and your friends are well again." With that Ash fell back into sleep's waters and dreamed strange dreams of pokemon-people.

Misty sighed. "I realy do love that lunkhead, you know," she said. Mrs. Ketchum looked at Misty in slight surprise. Misty had never spoken much of her love of Ash to her before, as though embarresed by it. But now it seems that playing nurse to Ash like this seems to have had the effect of strengthening her love of him. Mrs. Ketchum smiled at her. She didn't mind that Misty was in love with Ash. She liked Misty and felt she would be good for Ash.

"I know you do," said Mrs. Ketchum. "Now, lets get something to drink, I think we have a lot to talk about."

Mrs. Ketchum stayed with them for the next two days, during which she helped the others through the final stage of the Mutagenic Plague. It was more difficult with Pikachu, Jolteon, and Vaporeon because they did not speak. But it did not matter now, Pikachu and Jolteon were asleep most of the time, recovering from their ordeals. As for Vaporeon, Misty acted as a liazon for her, being so good with water type pokemon. When Mrs. Ketchum wasn't working with the others she was spending time learning to control her fire-type abilities. She did this in a sand-lot so that she was less likely to set the forest on fire. She did this because she knew that she could easily accidently torch someone she was angry with. Ash also practiced his electric-type abilities, and Misty worked on her water-type abilities as well. It was more difficult than any of them thought and they unanimously decided to wait until the pokemon had recovered and learned how to speak.

Professor Oak was going over the notes he had taken on himself. With the help of a somewhat nervous aid he had given himself a full physical, blood tests, and a series of x-rays and such to figure out his new workings. It seemed as though the Mutagenic Plague Nanomachines were programmed to combine the Human and Pokemon DNA in the best possible of configurations. For example, Professor Oak still had arms like a human, but he also had Noctowl wings mounted angel style on his back. He also had to deal with his new plumage, tail, and talon like feet. His face had been left looking human for the most part, except now he had a beak to deal with. It was a little difficult talking with a beak, but he could work with it. His internal organs had been modified too and more resembled a bird's now. Because of this he had lost quite a bit of weight. He was also preferring more meat these days, rare at that. He often startled his aids with his new Noctowl like attributes, like turning his head to inhuman angles, or silently flitting between floors in the lab were possible.

Then someone came into his lab. It looked like someone had made a vage featureless scupture of the female form out of pink clay or jello. A Ditto-Hybred. It approached professor Oak and then spoke to him. "Are you Professor Oak?" she asked.

Oak was somewhat taken aback by this. It's not often a pink humanoid waltzes in and asks who your are. "Ah, yes, I am he. Who are you?"

"My name is Duplica Imite. I have been affected by the Nanomachines, as you can see I'm now I'm part Ditto. I met a kid named Ash from here nine years ago."

"Yes, Duplica. I think I remember Ash mentioning you when he was telling me about his Indeigo journey. You're the one who runs that Imite Theater, aren't you?"

"The same. But now I need you're help. I need a cure, I can't go around like this."

Professor Oak had seen this coming. It was inevitable that many people would not know about the tamper proof suicide gene left by the Mutagenic Plague, leaving them to live out the remainder of there lives as Hybreds. "I'm sorry Duplica, you may have not heard about this yet, but the Mutagenic Plague left behind a suicide gene. It prevents further tampering with a person's genetic code. If I did, then it would kill you."

"Are you sure that it's not a bluff by team Rocket?" demanded Duplica in desperation.

Oak sighed. He was hoping that he wouldn't have to use this, but it had been distributed to all the scientists world wide so they would know the danger. "Follow me please." Oak went to the media viewer and inserted a DVD. Duplica had followed. "This is a recording of what happened to the person that they tried this on." He played the video. They showed a man who was receiving an injection. He was a Rhydon-Hybred. The results over a period of days were shown time lapse. Apparently the immune system is reprogramed and sestroys the body. The time lapse showed the man slowly wasting away into a hideous withered corpse, in agony all the time.

Duplica was horrified. "And that will happen to me if I tried to go back to being human?" Oak nodded his head gravely. "No! NO! I don't want to be like this! I don't want to be like this forever!"

"I'm sorry Duplica, but there is no other way. We have to live with it for the rest of our lives."

"No, you don't understand! Dittos don't die of natural causes!" The realization came like a Thunderbolt attack to Oak. It was very hard to kill a Ditto because of their regenerative capabilities and no one had ever seen a Ditto die of old age. Duplica and anyone else like her were especially cursed. Duplica and anyone else like her were especially cursed. "I don't want to live forever!" She wailed pitiously

Mrs. Ketchum had everyone gathered around the campfire. She explained to them what had happened in the world recently. How Team Rocket had threatened the world's leaders, how Colonel Rotgut's militia group tried to take Team Rocket's headquarters, how the release of the Mutagenic Plague distribution devices were triggered by a still unknown element, and how so many people had been infected and changed before it could be brought under control. When she was done Pikachu, Jolteon, and Vaporeon went to talk in private.

"Damn Giovanni!" hissed Jolteon with venom in his voice. "Damn him to hell!"

"What?" said Pikachu, a little confused and shocked by Jolteon's laungue though he couldn't really blame him.

"He's the leader of Team Rocket," said Jolteon. This surprised Pikachu because he knew him to be the Veridean Gym Leader. "I was one of his pokemon. I hated that man so much. Eventually I managed to escape and that's why you found me like that. I've been on the run for a while now."

"Don't worry, Jolteon," said Vaporeon, "we'll take care of you."

"Yeah," said Pikachu. "Ash is a great guy and so is Misty. We all take care of each other."

"Thank you. It's nice to know I have friends like you."

"Right!" said Pikachu. "Friends forever."

"Right." Repeated Vaporeon.

"Right." Agreed Jolteon.

To be continued in Prequel 2 - Chaos Unleashed.

Alex:

There you have it, the first of RavenK7's stories that deal with the pokemon cast.

In the next part, we see pretty much every pokemon character in existence (from Dulplica to Cassie to Team Rocket to Melody to MewTwo to May Oak) as they come face to face with the chaos that is spawned from the release of the genetic virus upon the pokemon world.

Personally I've loved and still love Raven's stuff. How about you people? I'd put my normal sig, (Flame, etc, all welcome) but this is Raven's work, I just helped him, and if I'm asked to continue this series, I will do it in his name.