Story number fourteen in my writing life. This one will be going in a different way in terms of the transformation. I won't go into detail of it, but I can tell you that the victim won't change 'completely'. You'll see what I mean.

Oh, and a little warning: this will be a darker story, meaning there will be violence and swearing at times.

Now for the disclaimer.

Disclaimer: I do not own Pokémon, or any major company brands. I own only the story and the OC's.

Remember the RER; Read, Enjoy, and Review.

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Body with a Liquid Shell

Prologue

Miami Florida June 2, 2011

Third Person POV:

Business is as usual in the city of the surf, as tourists come and go from the Florida beaches. Traffic is congested as well, forcing many people to either take public transit or walk to their destinations. School was also just ending in the outskirts of town, the buses loading up with students eager to go home. Even the high-school students were eager to leave, for many of them wanted to surf the waves.

One student however, wasn't as eager for the waves, instead choosing to hang out with her friends. She stood at around the average seventeen-years-of-age height with blond hair reaching her lower jaw. A red sleeveless T-shirt covered her upper body with shorts reaching just above her knees. Semi-bright red and white tennis shoes were the footwear as she walked down a sidewalk. A white and pink backpack hung from her shoulders, over her back. She was humming a tune to herself, keeping her from being bored on the walk to one of her friend's house. There was a small vibration in her pocket, pulling the teen from her humming. She reached into it and fished out her cell phone.

"Hello?"

"Hey, Yuni" a female voice responded.

"Oh, hey Sandra. How you doing?" Yuni replied.

"Fine, you?"

"Same. I'm heading home, but I think I can spare some time to come over. Do you mind if I do?"

"Na, not at all. I'll be waiting for you."

"Okay, see you then."

"Later." Sandra said, hanging up.

Yuni put her phone back into her pocket and resumed humming her tune. Sandra was one of her friends since childhood, one that will never be replaced. Though they were friends, they often had different interests. Sandra, for one, loved the Pokemon series, while Yuni didn't like it, yet didn't hate it. There were a few that interested her, but she would just brush them off.

She continued walking until she reached bus stop that she would meet her friends. Putting her tune on hold for a bit, she sat down on the bench and reclined a little. A couple of minutes later, she closed her eyes and continued humming.

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"Do you have a visual on the target?"

"Yes, I do. She just fell asleep on the bench."

"Are there any witnesses around?"

"No sir, coast is clear and there are no vehicles or houses that can see her spot."

"Good, now subdue the target and bring her back to base."

"Roger. The van is now pulling up."

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Yuni woke up to the sound of a vehicle coming down the road. She groggily opened her eyes, only for them to snap open upon realizing that she unintentionally fell asleep. She quickly pulled out her phone and gasped. It was an hour after she was called by her friend. She was about to put her phone back and get up, but a small prick behind her right shoulder stopped her. Looking over, she suddenly felt tired again, but was able to see a tranquilizer dart sticking out of her shoulder.

The sudden exhaustion made her flop to her side, lying down on the bench. Before she passed out, she saw the outline of a van, along with a female walking up to her.

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"Target subdued. Loading her up now."

"Good. The Doc will be pleased. Head back to base for your next target."

"Yes sir."

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The darkness receding, Yuni slowly came back to consciousness. Her head was swimming as her brain tried to clear the fog that surrounded her mind. She was able to sit up from lying down on the hard floor.

'Wait…wasn't I at a bus stop?' she questioned.

Her body was still too weak to stand, but her eyes were adjusting to the semi-dim lighting. She was, as far as she could tell, in an empty room, though it wasn't entirely devoid of everything. For some reason, there was a table that was at an angle, almost like an examination table. There was even a small doctor's cart next to it, along small dots of blood on it.

'Okay, where the hell am I?' Yuni panicked, trying to make her body move so she could get out of the place.

"I wouldn't move if I were you…" a voice calmly echoed out.

Yuni froze, fear welling up as she tried to find the source of the voice. Before she could call out, she was grabbed by the upper portion of her arms. Panic rising, she looked to her sides and seen a duo of men, both looking a little buff and each holding an arm. They pulled her towards the table, Yuni struggling to break free. Instead, she nearly cried out as the men tightened their grips. When they got to the table, one of the men released his grip, only to be spun around by the other and thrown onto the table.

"Hey, easy with her! If she ends up having a broken bone or a nasty bruise, Natasha will have some new targets this evening!" the voice called out again.

The only response were a couple of grunts from the men. Yuni was about to get up, but her wrists and ankles were pinned to the table by them. She tried struggling again, but she felt cold metal close to the spots she was pinned by. The hands that had previously held her released, but she still couldn't move. She looked at them and seen that she was still bound to the table by steel restraints. Panic rising yet again, she quickly looked around, trying to find a way out of the hopeless situation.

"Easy there. Don't want to injure yourself any further, now do we?" the voice called out again.

"Who the hell are you? Where am I?" Yuni demanded.

Her demand was met with a slight chuckle from the unseen person.

"Well, my real name is unknown, even to me. How long has it been though? I can't seem to recall, but you can call me…" the voice trailed off as someone moved within Yuni's gaze, a couple of yards away from her.

The person was male, with brown, yet aging hair. He was dressed in black scientist clothing, yet there were patches of teal on his shoulders, elbows, and knees, as well as a collar of it around his neck and a strip down his middle. A pair of glasses, one side with smaller lenses for magnification, rested on top of his head. His hands were folded behind his back, yet she was able to make out a pair of elbow-length teal colored latex gloves.

"…the Doctor." the man, only known as Doctor, finished.

"Doctor? Who simply names themselves that?" Yuni scoffed.

Her small amount of fun was abruptly cut off by a hand grabbing her by the throat. She gasped for air as one of the men who manhandled her squeezed her neck. Slowly, the pressure on her neck increased, threatening to snap it if the death-hold was maintained. When she thought she was going to pass out and be killed, the hold suddenly released, followed by a thump as well. Regaining her breath, she looked to where the hand came from and seen the Doctor with an enraged face looking down on the floor. She was able to get up a little to see what was down there and gasped.

Lying on the floor was the same person that was choking her, with a scalpel in the back of his neck. Yuni looked back up at the Doctor, horrified on what he did.

"Ugh, grunts." the Doctor spat, still glaring at the corpse, "Just can't seem to find ones that respect their superiors and anyone under their care…" He then looked in the direction of someone else.

"You. Get over here and dispose of the body." he ordered.

"Yes sir." Someone responded. There was the sound of heavy footfalls and someone dressed almost like the dead man came into view. His outfit was much like the Doctor's, minus the collar and strip of teal down the center, as well as the elbow-length gloves. He walked over to the corpse and grabbed its arms. Before he could sling it over his shoulder, the Doctor pulled the scalpel out of the back of its head, blood pouring out and the tip stained with it. The grunt then walked out of Yuni's sight and out of the room, signaled by a door opening then closing again.

The Doctor let out a sigh before turning to Yuni, who cringed under his gaze. "I'm sorry for having you see that, but it was probably inevitable." he calmly explained. "Just can't seem to get orders through their thick skulls at times…Still, they do their jobs." He walked into the shadows as he finished, the sounds of glass clanging together and cabinets opening and closing. He came back a minute later, holding a small vial filled with a clear, yet somewhat thick, fluid, as well as a syringe.

"Um, w-what are those f-for?" Yuni asked, scared for what was to come.

"You'll find out soon enough." the Doc said flatly, sticking the syringe through the cork of the vial and extracting some of the fluid. He filled the syringe a quarter of the way, which would've been enough for what he intended on doing. Pulling the needle back through the cork, he set the vial down on the cart and walked over to Yuni, who resumed struggling.

"Now, I suggest you stop moving, lest this be a lot more painful than a slight sting." he threatened, gripping onto Yuni's left shoulder and readying the needle.

Yuni tensed when she was grabbed, eyes squinting shut as she readied herself. The Doc then poked the needle through her skin, injecting the fluid into her bloodstream. A few seconds after removing the needle, the man stepped away from the table as Yuni felt sick to her stomach while the restraints undone themselves.

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Man, cliffhangers. Even when starting a new story they stalk me, striking without notice.

I was originally going to heavily base the Doctor on the Team Fortress 2 medic, but decided against it. As for the serum, it came from an RP between me and several friends on DA. I'll explain more as the story progresses.

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