Anthro
Disclaimer: The author of this story does not own Pokémon or Pokemorphs.
Alex Johnson was eight when they took him. He remembered that his house had been destroyed in a ravaging fire that quickly spread, taking many lives. It had been in the middle of the night, and they, the people in white coats, had told him that they would take him to a safe place. Alex, being a scared young boy, had nervously agreed. They'd gently led him to a van and told him to wait in the back, where Alex had seen several other kids staring at him fearfully. The oldest of them was nine, and the youngest around five or six. One of them had asked him his name, but Alex merely hid his face and shook, terrified.
No one had reacted and no one had tried to make him feel better, except a girl about the same age as him. She was nice, and they had slept next to each other, telling stories about their families to the other until they got tired. Alex had told her his name, and she had told him hers. Her name was Marianne. Alex had nodded and dozed off soon afterwards, but Marianne had stayed awake and watched the others. When the people in white coats had come, Marianne had nodded to them, and they handled her slightly less roughly than the rest.
Alex remembered that after that, the whitecoats, or labbies as an older kid that had been standing at a fence had called them, taking them in through a door and into a white corridor with strange equipment on the walls. Alex remembered wondering why the kid's skin was furry, yellow, and looked like he was some kind of mishmash of Electabuzz and human. He hadn't had much time to ponder this though because the woman had led them through the corridor and into a room with several pieces of what looked like medical equipment. Alex remembered the woman telling them that just through that door were their rooms.
Alex had asked if his mum and dad were in there, and the woman had merely nodded. Alex had went into the first room with Marianne, and spun round with shock when steel doors slid across the entrance. Alex had tried to yell for someone to help him, but Marianne told him that it would probably be best to lie down and got to sleep. For the next two years of Alex's life, he would be subject to a Pokémon school of sorts, to get him more familiar with Pokémon.
2 years later...
Alex remembered being led to the room that he had seen on the first day of the facility tour. Alex had lain down obediently on the black leather table, and the labbies had strapped him to it roughly. They had told him he was getting his flu shot, which Alex knew was false, because they had already given him his flu shots. But Alex had stayed quiet, mainly because he had seen what happened to the children, who disobeyed the facility, and it wasn't nice, and Alex wasn't stupid. They had picked up a large syringe which was coloured blue and red, and held it against his forearm and had very gently injected him with the serum. Alex remembered that they had then picked him up and put him in a steel cage and wrapped two wires around his wrists.
Alex had at first wondered what was happening, but that thought was gone gone gone when the first shock came. It made him flail and cry out, but then it stopped. It started, then stopped, then started, then stopped, then started, until Alex's mind was a wash of confusion and anger which didn't stop until they put him back in his room and made him fall asleep with another injection. And it wasn't until morning that Alex realised the full extent of their meddling...
3 years later...
Alex woke up from his nightmare-ridden sleep to see that nothing had changed, he was still living a life he despised, he was still a freak of nature, and he was still a half Pokémon half human.