Welcome to my first ever story!
"Talking"
'Thinking'
[Telepathy]
"Wow, this is great!" Said one of my friends, Eteinne. (If you can't pronounce it, its said a-t-n)
"Agreed." My other friend, Kellan, said. "This is one of the better views I've seen in a while."
"Guys, we need to be heading back. Its getting dark, and there are wolves in these woods" I said.
"Aw!" Said Etienne, who quickly perked up at the mention of marshmallows.
Me and 2 of my best buddies were on a Boy Scout trip to Camp Whiting, in CT. While it was lesser known, it was great for small-medium troops like mine, because it had 2 lean-tos and a cabin for the adults. We had gotten permission earlier to hike up to the peak, and had just gotten there. Kellan had been in scouts for a while, but Eteinne was a newb in comparison, and this was his first trip.
-A few minutes later-
"Do any of you smell something?" Kellan said.
"Now that you mention it, I do..." Eteinne said.
"It smells like something is burning!" I replied. "And not the cheerful campfire kind of burning! Come on!"
We quickened our pace. As we finally reached camp, we saw it was engulfed in flames!
"That's one big bonfire" Said Eteinne. "Wait... does this mean no marshmallows?"
Seeing some of the nearby trees catch fire, I told everyone we have to move now. "Theirs a clearing were someone could get us, and I have my flare and fire starters" I said as well. As we were moving, we heard a few helicopters. I lit the flare, and we made it the clearing. A few minutes later, one of the helicopters dropped down. The chopper itself was a big one, probably a cargo transport. 'Getting anything in the sky to help eh?' I thought as the door opened, and a person who I never thought I would see in a million years stepped out: My recently pronounced dead friend who had been missing for 6 months, after an avalanche broke his car to smithereens in north Alaska. His name is Jack. I was about to ask what happened, when I noticed his strange attire. He had this weird flower shaped hat, green clothes, and what looked like a vine whip attached to his belt. His skin had a greenish hue to it as well. The only words to escape my mouth were "Why are you dressed like that?" Before he threw something that looked like the bile bombs from L4D2. (Yes I brought L4D2 into this. If you dont like it, leave, theres more references coming concerning other things.) Before we could move, the canister exploded and sprayed this weird goo all over us. Upon touching us, it started to expand. Looking around, I saw that Kellan and Eteinne had some on them as well. As it reached my face, I blacked out.
-P.O.V. Switch: Jack-
'This part is always messy.' Thought Jack, the Commander of the Pokemorph special forces. 'The guys at Intel told me I would seeing some old friends, but didn't tell me exactly who. Well, this will be fun.'
How did you like it? Feel free to review, and if you want a Pokemorph in the story (Human and Pokemorph, shift at will sort of thing) Tell me the name of character, His/her Pokemon counterpart (Need girls, and no legendarys), their back-story before becoming a pokemorph, and a little about themselves. Try to keep the last 2 parts in about 3 paragraphs, more is allowed but may get edited out or mentioned later in the story (For example, if your character is an aspiring mechanic, it may be mentioned when needed, but not straight away.) They must be between 14 and 17 years old! (Old enough to be a teenager but young enough for no job) Try to have there backstory include something where something bad happened and they are presumed dead.