A/N: A lifestyle I wish I could live. This would be so cool. I actually got this idea, totally unrelated to Pokemon, but I think I can tie it in to the series.

I do not own Pokemon, I do own the idea for this story, though.

This is descriptive filler text. These are thoughts. "This is dialog/speech." This is important OOC (A/N) info.

Rated T for some mild language, gross words, and realistic flashbacks.

I'm using the name from another one of my stories, but it's not him. Name is Jobe. Please tell me if I should continue this story, or if I'm wasting my time.

In third-person POV. Also, if you can, listen to Chris Daughtry's Supernatural. It matches pretty well.

'The burning. The intense burning. There was no escaping it, it was inevitable. And it hurt so much. It blocked out all other feelings, but pain. Everything but pain. If only it could be blocked out for an entire minute, he might be able to think clearly.

"Eeeaaah!"

Jobe woke from his self-induced coma, only to feel the raging sensation of agony. His mind was so clouded and full of the urgent pain signals, he couldn't even think straight. Looking in front of him, he could see nothing but orange and red flames in front of him. Even though he was in incinerating flames, his clothes didn't burn. He saw no burn marks on his body, yet the pain was there. He glanced around, and through the thick sulfur fumes, he could make out that he was in a glass tube. Trapped inside of a burning building, in a glass tube. No, wait. The fire was burning inside of the glass tube. He was trapped inside a burning glass tube. Jobe started to cough and gag, the oxygen was being used up. He wouldn't be able to take much more of this. Starting to get dizzy, he laid down, and noticed that the flames had started to die down. His life would soon be over.

Just then, a vent opened at the top of the cylinder, and the flames started roaring again. He could tell it was putting oxygen back in the tube, because the dizzy feeling left him. He heard a knock on the glass behind, and he glanced back, startled. Jobe had thought the building was empty, and he was doomed to this for the 3 or 4 days left in his life. A man in a white scientists coat was on the other side, and Jobe yelled at him. "HEY! Help me get out of here! I'm burning alive!"

The man smiled, and turned around, over to a computer system. Funny, he didn't notice that before. The man typed something into the computer, and the flames shrunk down considerably. The man walked over to the tube again, and wrote something on a piece of paper. Then he held it up to the glass so Jobe could read it.

The paper read:

'Do not worry, the flames will not hurt you. In fact, when we have finished this experiment, you will be the greatest living being on the face of the planet. Probably other planets, too. You will remain in this tube for another 3 hours, and the process will be done. Please refrain from speaking until I say so. Also, I hope you have not vomited, urinated, defecated, or sneezed while you were in there, or we may be in trouble. Anyhow, if you would patiently wait for another 174 minutes, I can tell you what I have done.'

After Jobe read this, he shook his head, to give answer to the man's question. Scientist then nodded, and sat in the chair.

Both of them waited until the 3 hours were up, and the scientist even took a nap. Exactly at the 3 hour mark, for Jobe had counted the exact seconds, the flames died. The lack of noise in the room must've woken Mr. Scientist, and he shook his head to wake himself up. He quickly ran over to the computer, and tapped a few keys. Then, he walked over to a drawer, and drew out a hammer. Jobe's eyes widened, and he saw what the man was doing. He smashed the glass of the tube, and Jobe felt several shards pierce his skin. Yet they drew no blood, or pain. I must still be numb from the fire, he thought to himself. The scientist rolled out another chair, and urged Jobe to sit in it. The man then got some water from a spigot, handed the glass to Jobe.

"Drink, please. You must be thirsty," the man said.

Come to think of it, I am really thirsty. I probably couldn't of felt it with that fire blazing...

After Jobe had downed 6 straight glasses of water, the scientist reached out his hand. "My name is Dr. Wellstep. I know yours is Jobe. Now don't interrupt me, because I am sure you have questions...

"First off, you got here because I had found you, passed out, under a car that had apparently been put on top of you. Someone trying to crush you, probably. Thought I don't know how they lifted the car up... Anyway, you had several broken bones, your leg has been amputated, and you were literally dead. Your heart had stopped beating about an hour before I could bring you here. So, you have actually been dead for about 2 days now, until you had been revived, about 4 hours ago, I suppose. How do you feel about this?"

At first, Jobe was speechless. He then looked down and noticed that half of his left leg was indeed gone. Tears started to well up in his eyes. "I...I'm not sure. I was dead?" he asked him.

Wellstep nodded his head. "Indeed, you were. I wasn't even sure if I could help you, but it worked! Now, let me tell you what these special flames did to you. You won't have much control over it now, if any, but you are now a Shapeshifter."

How was that for a first chapter? Pokemon will come into place a little later. Also, Jobe's about 17-18 years old. For a little hint on the plot, he 'befriends' a shady character who tries to use his power for evil. Review if I should continue this!