Project: Morph
Chapter 1; Morphing
"Ready?"
The girl nodded, her straight, shoulder-length hair swinging forward to hide her dark-brown eyes. All the same, the man at the controls saw the look of terror that crossed her features.
"You don't have to do it if you don't want to."
The girl shook her head slowly, as if dreaming.
"No… I must. I'm not a coward. I'm not afraid." She was mumbling, talking to herself. All the same, the man heard her.
"Get in then," he said, indicating the plexi-glass tube. She stepped into the tube, willing herself not to tremble in fear as a techie attached IVs and wires to her arms and legs, and placing an oxygen mask over her mouth. The girl closed her eyes, and her breathing slowed as the sedative made its way through her veins.
She looked so vulnerable, so tiny, the man at the controls thought. She'd removed her usual black uniform, wearing instead a simple white hospital gown. If he had not known it to be her, the man would never have recognized her to be his daughter.
He turned to Giovanni, shaking away all thoughts of sentimentally. He had a job to do, and damn it, he was gonna do it right.
"We're ready to begin the transfusion, sir."
Giovanni smiled, a secret grin known only by him as he soothed the agitated Pokemon in his arms. The man cooed softly as he slid the needle in, filling the syringe with blood. He handed it to a techie, who inserted it into the green-plastic base of the tube.
The girl thrashed, the movements slowed by the thick liquid suspending her, and her heartbeat sped up as the unfamiliar DNA was injected into her body.
"She's fighting the transfusion," The man informed Giovanni. His mouth was dry, and his fingers shaking. His forced them steady. One mistake, and it'd all be over.
Please let the transfusion be a success…
He and his daughter both knew the dangers of this experiment. They both knew that the first six subjects died while morphing. The next four survived, but perished a few weeks later, the Pokemon cells in their new bodies too unstable. Only the last two Morphs had been successful. He wasn't superstitious, but your only child volunteering as the thirteenth subject for a project that had been going badly from the very start was enough to make any man nervous.
He watched, hoping, praying, as the girls body accepted the DNA and her body began to change, fur sprouting, a tail growing, hands and feet developing claws…
His head felt light as air, dark clouds blurring his vision. He pushed them back, sweating. He was NOT going to faint. His daughter needed him now more than ever.
It may have been hours later, or mere minutes that the teenagers heart rate and breathing settled to normal. Her body had accepted the new blood.
"Drain the tank!" Giovanni ordered.
The greenish liquid oozed through hidden slats in the floor, depositing the girl on the base. The door of the tube opened, and she fell forwards, too exhausted to support herself. The techie caught her, removing the wires. Her eyes opened, blinking blearily.
"Did… Did it work?"
"Yes," The man told her picking her up. She lay cradled in his arms, like a doll. She felt incredibly weak and frail, as if one wrong movement could snap one of her arms clean off.
"Good…" a brief smile crossed her features, before she closed her eyes, fainting from exhaustion.
The man smiled also.
"Sleep tight, Aisha,"
Yeah, Aisha is the girls name. I dunno why I only decided to reveal it at the end. Ah well. That's me! I swear, this will NOT be the average OMG Wangst!!!11! Morph story. I'll give you a cookie if you can guess what sort of Morph she is!