It took a little while to register that I was awake, and that my eyes were open. I discovered that I was in a room that looked like an operation room in a hospital. I stood up, and almost fell off of the bed I was sleeping on. I almost fell off due to something rubbing against my back. I looked back, and noticed that it was only my wings, brushing against the bed.
Wait.
Wings?
I took a better look back, and I noticed that the wings were metallic. They were sharp, too; I lay back down and they almost poked a hole through the bed. Okay, I thought to myself, fold wings against self so I don't poke a hole in anything. There was still the question of where the wings had come from, as well; surprisingly, I found that I wasn't interested. Man, whatever medication they have me on here is amazing; I don't care about anything, and I can't feel anything. I took the opportunity to look at what else had changed. My skin was metallic and shiny now, and my canine teeth were replaced with very noticeable metal fangs. Just then, a scientist came in. "It worked," he said in amazement. "The formula works! We're rich!" The scientist suddenly noticed that I was awake. He turned to me and said, "Rest up, experiment 12. Your training starts tomorrow."
A month later, I returned to the hospital bed I had woken up in, battered and bruised. I had been training for a month now, and every time I returned to my bed at the end of the day, I was ready to die. They were treating me like I was pure pokemon, which was a bad thing; even I know that a human can't handle nearly as much exercise as pokemon can. Sure, I was some strange bizarre cross between the two, but I don't have as much endurance as a real pokemon would have. I had discovered that I was a Skarmory pokemorph, and that I couldn't remember anything about my past but a name. My name.
Aaron Lantro.
I had also been training to use my pokemon skills. I could fly now, although I had little to no control; I could use my wings as blades, slicing an opponent into pieces; and, most importantly of all, I could understand pokemon. I had also learned enough about the layout of the building they wer holding me in to make a breakout attempt. I was going to try tomorrow morning.
The next morning, when the scientist came into my room to give me my breakfast, I made my move. I walked up behind him, and bit him with my new metal fangs. He tried to cry out, but I clamped his mouth. He fell to the floor, bleeding profusely, while I ran out th door. The rest of the complex was easy to maneuver through, and before I knew it, I was out.
I, Aaron Lantro, Skarmory pokemorph, was free.
I ran into the woods next to the building, and kept running for a good half an hour. After I felt that I was a sufficient distance away, I realized that I had no idea what to do next. I couldn't possibly fit into normal society anymore, and I didn't want to stay in the forest; at least in the lab I was cared for. I went through the options in my mind, crossing each one of them off. Couldn't I go home to my family? Nope, don't remember them anymore. Could I live as an outcast in a city? No; if they saw my true form, I would be kicked out of the city. I thought of my pokemon, Rex and Weasel; somehow, they weren't wiped from my memory. I decided that I could seek them out at the lab, and I could free anybody else that they had turned into a hybrid. So it was decided.
Aaron Lantro was coming back.
And he wasn't going to come nicely.
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Oooooooh, cliffhanger! I enjoyed this chapter...maybe I'll actually get around to finishing the story for once :P.
Anyway, this is an O.C. fic, so here's the form:
Name: It can be cool, but don't go overboard.
Age: preferably in the teens, but you can go up to 23 or down to 9.
Gender: do I have to explain this...
Pokemorph: No legendaries, no double morphs, none that are already in use in this fic. Other than that, free reign.
Personality: Give me a lot of detail.
Physical appearance: race, height, eye color, hair length/color/style, and thin-ness are required.
Pokemorph traits: How has your character's pokemorph affected their physical appearance and personality?
Moves: 4-8 moves; if you make one up, add it's effect to it's name and I will determine if you can use it.
Is it tame?: If your person if tame, then they are basically tools of the organization (as yet unnamed, to be named later). If not, then somebody will break them out and they will join the ones fighting against the orgnization.
Pokemon: Once again, no legendaries; you can have a maximum of three; add a nickname (if it has one), a personality, and a short history to it. One, i repeat, ONE, of these pokemon can also be a pokemorph. If they are, you can PM me a profile for them as well.
Please send all characters by PM to me; if you don't, I will send David over there, and trust me, you don't want David...(for those of you too lazy to read my profile, David is an evil Darkrai morph.)