... - Time passes
It is one Cold day in the burbs of Chicago, the temperature was freezing, the wind is picking up, and it is lightly snowing. Viktor is shown walking up the Gov (a street name, slang) shivering and bracing himself as he walk home from school. He is a typical freshman, seems to be a straight A student, and has no trouble at any classes. In the school, many people carry Pokémon around to battle off campus or during Phys-Ed. Viktor felt isolated in the fact that he does not have any Pokémon, the outcome of that is being called some names that he disapproved. Viktor does not take jokes very well, so this brings us to the lonely blonde 14-year old walking home with his head down. His parents are in Russia, because it is legal for 14 year old kids to live by themselves. Viktor seems to be neutral about that, he is a great organizer and he is punctual. As he went back to his small house, he stripped his coats off and hung them on the hanger. Then he warmed up sitting next to the fireplace…
"What a drag…" The blonde said as he turns on the TV, showing Doctor Who.
Then, he channel surfed to find any good television shows, but there is no luck.
"Well, what can I say, Russian Television is better…" He said as he sulks up to his room and sits at his computer desk, looking at current events.
"What the hell? That is bullshit at the slightest…" He said as he read the heading about humans morphing into Pokémon.
"No, that is not happening." He doubted.
Most of his spare time goes into his computer games, such as Half Life 2, Counter strike, and more…
Meanwhile, current event wise, there is a terrorist organization called Team Rocket, their goal is to unify people in America and take their rights one at a time, their goal is to make Fascist America. So far, 100 anti-fascists were captured and sent to POW camps in Pittsburgh, 40 Pokémon were captured in Philly. Propaganda amounts were massive, especially in the District Colombia area. An assassination attempt is made once, but the FBI was quick enough to apprehend the culprit and kill it on the spot. Viktor does not give two shits about it. As the Thursday got darker, the clouds settled in and dumped snow. Viktor is staring at his review packet, looking all worried.
"Maybe it is true…" He thought in his head as he plans his tomorrow activities.
As he fills in the last blank on the packet, he gently placed his pencil back to where he got it, and stuffed the packet into his shit-sack (My slang for backpack). Viktor went on to Google and the first thing he saw were Twitter posts about people morphing into Pokémon, and it updates with almost 1000 posts every five seconds. People are saying it happened in Finland, but the victim's name was not known. When he typed in the term "Pokémon" The first page goes to The New York Times talking about what happened. As Viktor skimmed through the article, the name was revealed, Alexandra Barbarossa, a 15 year old German girl, who was residing in America, came to Finland to see her family grave, her parents were killed by Team Rocked in Europe. Testimonies say that there was a peculiar flash observed around 04:00 UTC, and it lasted about 1 minute. The cause of it is unknown, but when she was revealed, she went back to the US, Hiding for the rest of her life as a Pokémon; it is not known that she is captured or not, a manhunt is underway.
"I think I should be worried." He said to himself as he shuts off his computer. The snow was piling up, inch by inch.
"Neat, looks like there is going to be no school." He said as it brought a smile onto his face, since tomorrow is Friday. It is eight, which is one hour away from bedtime. He went to his spacious living room and turned on the Television, and it was showing 1tv, a Russian webcast, and everything is English due to the lingua franca here. It is still discussing about the Pokémon Morphing thingy. Viktor was getting bored by the minute, when it's enough; he went to bed, worried.
It was snowing hard, and then, a flash of thunder woke Viktor up, thinking another mutation happened, he checked outside, and everything was quiet, and all exempt but the snowfall, Viktor returned back to bed, and falling asleep soundly.
