Lukes New TR47 Fic Chapter I: New Friends and Old Enemies
Note: This fanfic isn't the sequel to my other series that I said I might start. I decided to completely redo my TR47 series because I came to the conclusion that it kinda sucks.
Joey sighed, then hit her head on the desk. Her class at Pokemon Tech seemed to be dragging on more than usual. She lifted her head back up and ran a hand through her long purple hair. Her tail twitched back and forth, displaying Joey's impatience. Miss Winduck shot Joey an annoyed look, then continued with the lecture.
As much as she hated the classes, Joey had to do something to fit in with everybody else. She was teased for having a Mew's ears and tail, but nobody knew why she was even that way to start with. After what seemed like hours, the bell finally rang. Joey quickly picked up her backpack and threw it over her shoulder, then dashed out the door.
Joey threw her backpack in her locker, then pulled out a different backpack, smaller than the first. She glanced outside, then frowned when she saw that it had started to rain. She pulled her jacket out of her locker, then slammed it shut. She walked out the glass doors at the end of the long hallway and began to quickly walk home.
By the time Joey got to her apartment, she was soaking wet. The water dripped off her as she opened the door and stepped inside. She closed the door behind her, then tossed her coat onto the hanger beside the door.
Joey walked into the bathroom, then grabbed a towel and began drying herself off. Her clothes were still damp when she hung the towel on the shower door, so she pulled out her hair dryer and turned it on. When she was finally dry, she plopped herself down in an overstuffed chair and reached for the remote.
Joey turned on the TV and began switching through the channels. There wasn't anything good on. As she was changing channels, she caught a glimpse of a news flash. She turned back, then watched as the announcer began talking. It was about Team Rocket again. There was almost always something on the news about Team Rocket, so she continued channel surfing.
Eventually Joey drifted off and fell asleep in front of the TV. She did it quite often, so the TV automatically turned itself off an hour later. For Joey, the days were all the same. Wake up, eat breakfast, go to class, come home, eat lunch, go to class, come home, fall asleep. The only days of the week Joey had to herself were Saturday and Sunday. Those were the days she spent looking for Pokemon. When she wasn't looking for new ones, she was taking care of the ones she already had . . .
Tac walked down the hall at the Team Rocket headquarters quickly. He didn't want to be interrupted by anybody. Not even the boss. He stepped into his office and locked the door behind him, then went to his desk. His dark hair was tied behind his head in a ponytail, and his white lab coat was soaking wet.
They had been performing tests on Pokemon, trying to create the strongest Pokemon ever. One of the tanks containing a Raichu had shattered, sending a tidal wave of water across the lab. The experiment they had been performing was ruined. The experiment had been mostly finished, but they had to release the Raichu. Any further testing might kill it, and that would look bad on Tac's record.
Tac hit his head on the desk in frustration. Their attempts at creating an Anthromorphic Pokemon, Anthro for short, had failed every time. The test subjects either died or didn't change at all. The Raichu had been showing the most progress out of all the subjects. It hadn't changed, but its brain activity had been increasing substantially.
After a few minutes of contemplating what had gone wrong, Tac snapped his head up. He picked up the phone, then quickly dialed the boss's cell phone number. The boss answered a few moments later.
"What is it?" the boss snapped.
"I know why our Anthro Pokemon experiments have all been failing," Tac replied.
"Proceed," The boss said, sounding a bit more interested.
"We've been starting at the wrong end. In every experiment we've been tying to make a Pokemon take on human characteristics, and they have all failed." Tac paused to make sure that boss had caught it all.
"Continue," the boss said, listening to Tac carefully.
"Perhaps we should work from the other end. In other words, maybe we should try to make a human take on Pokemon characteristics."
"Tac, that's the most intelligent-sounding thing you've said in years. Begin the testing as soon as time permits."
"Yes sir," Tac said before hanging up the phone. He stood up, then stepped out of his office. He headed toward the lab, grabbing a dry lab coat on the way.
Tac would have to clean up the mess in the lab before any further testing could be performed. He would have to trick some people into becoming test subjects for the experiments, and he knew exactly how to do it.
Meanwhile, the Raichu that had been released was walking through the forest happily. Her experience had been traumatic, but she was thankful to be alive. After what Team Rocket had put her through, she was surprised that they had just decided to release her. She was sure that she would die in there.
Raichu sniffed the air, then began walking instinctively in one direction. She knew that she hadn't been caught by Team Rocket too far from where she was. After walking for a few minutes it began to rain. She shook herself off, then took shelter in a hollow log.
Raichu began drying off her golden-brown fur after a few seconds. She hated being wet. Not only because she was an electric-type Pokemon, but also because she hated the cold. Once she was completely dry, she looked outside. It was still raining hard. She sighed, then curled up into a ball and fell asleep . . .
Joey woke up the next morning and glanced at the clock. It was 8:30 A.M. Joey relaxed, then suddenly jumped up.
"Crap, I'm gonna be late!"
Joey quickly grabbed her stuff and ran out of her apartment, slamming the door behind her. She ran all the way to Pokemon Tech and only slowed down when she went through the doors. The teachers got mad when people ran through the halls, but Joey sometimes ran anyway. Joey walked rapidly to her locker, then opened it and pulled out her backpack. She had one minute to get to class.
Joey slammed her locker door shut, then glanced at her watch. She ran down the halls, then her heart sank as she heard the bell ring. She slowed to a walk when she got to Miss Winduck's room. She opened the door softly, then quietly walked to her desk with her head down.
"You're late, Joey." Miss Winduck said, her back turned.
"Ack!" Joey exclaimed as she was sitting down. How did she always do that?
"I'd like you to stay after class so that we can have a little chat about your tardiness, Miss Simyu," Miss Winduck said, her back still facing Joey.
"Fine," Joey mumbled, taking out her books.
The rest of the class period continued as it had every other time. Joey already had learned about most of the stuff on her own. Joey wasn't sure, but she could've sworn that Miss Winduck was irritated by it, so she would find ways to get back at her.
After class was over Joey ran out the door before Miss Winduck could say anything to her. She walked to her apartment, then ate lunch quickly before heading back. She didn't want to be late again. She got to class a few minutes before the bell rang and already had her books out when it finally rang.
Miss Winduck came into the classroom carrying a stack of papers and looked at Joey. Joey simply smiled innocently. Miss Winduck gave her an annoyed look, then placed the papers on her desk.
"I have your quizzes graded, and it appears that you all did well." She gave Joey an amused look, then began handing out the papers.
Joey's paper was the last one that Miss Winduck handed out. Miss Winduck was about to place the paper on Joey's desk, but first she glanced at the score that was written on it. She paused and did a double-take, then looked at Joey.
"That can't be right, I must have made a mistake grading yours. I'll have it back tomorrow, Miss Simyu."
That confirmed to Joey that Miss Winduck was out to get her. Joey mumbled something under her breath and Miss Winduck glared at her, then sat down at her desk.
Joey tried not to do anything for the rest of the period. Fortunately, Miss Winduck was too busy lecturing about evolution to single out Joey for any reason. She assigned the usual homework, then the bell rang. Joey packed up her stuff and headed for the door, but was stopped by Miss Winduck.
"Going somewhere, Miss Simyu?" she said ominously.
"Apparently not,: Joey said dryly, sitting down in the nearest desk.
Miss Winduck lectured Joey for 20 minutes about being tardy before she finally let her leave. Joey was surprised that Miss Winduck hadn't given her a whole heap of homework on top of what was assigned to the class, but she didn't care. She rushed home, then dropped her backpack on the floor. It was the weekend, so Joey was looking forward to searching for Pokemon.
Two years later . . .
Raichu stepped out into the morning sun, yawning. She looked around, then smiled. "Where have those two wandered of to this time?" she wondered. She was referring to the two children of hers. Both of them were very independent, and it annoyed her sometimes. Not only that, but they had developed much quicker than most Raichu babies did. They were both highly intelligent and often confused her.
She decided not to go looking for them, because they always managed to find her. She yawned again, then began scanning the trees for ripe fruit. It was still early for most fruit, but some of the trees were already producing. She climbed up one of the trees, then pulled a ripe apple off a nearby branch.
After eating the apple she tossed down the core, then looked around. Her two children were disappearing more often, and for longer periods of time. She was getting used to it, because it was normal for young Raichus to leave their parents at some point in life . . .
Joey woke up earlier than usual and packed up her stuff. It was the weekend, so she was going to search for Pokemon that day. She ate breakfast, then headed out the door and into the forest. She hadn't had much luck finding new Pokemon recently, but she was sure that she would fine one this time.
Joey walked through the forest, keeping her eyes open for Pokemon. She listened carefully as she was walking, but the only sounds she heard were her own footsteps. As she got deeper into the forest, she could hear various Pokemon, but not any that she hadn't already caught.
Joey was getting tired by the time it got dark, so she rolled out her sleeping bag in a clear spot and put down her backpack. She built a small campfire and cooked some dinner, then crawled into her sleeping bag and fell asleep.
The next morning Joey packed up her sleeping bag and looked around. The ground was covered in dew from the morning mist, but it wasn't too wet. She picked up her backpack, then continued her search for Pokemon.
Rather than going deeper into the forest, Joey headed back in the direction of her apartment. She had to be in class the next day, and Miss Winduck would kill her if she missed a class. She arrived at her apartment later than she expected, and was slightly depressed because she hadn't caught anything. She set her alarm clock, then fell asleep . . .
Tac was in his office filling out paperwork when his phone rang. One of his associates told him to come down to the lab right away. Tac hung up the phone, the quickly finished the paperwork.
Tac rushed to the lab, pulling on a white lab coat on the way. When he got there, he immediately noticed a sense of excitement in the air.
"Why did you call me here?" Tac asked quickly. "What's happened?"
One of the scientists stopped and looked at Tac as if he had said something stupid. "Don't you know? The latest experiment was a success!"
"WHAT?!" Tac immediately rushed forward and peered into the tank where their most recent test subject was being held. The person inside was glowing brightly. If they weren't human, Tac would've thought they were evolving. He glanced at the chart hanging in front of the tank, then picked it up.
"Hmm, let's see. Brain activity has been increasing considerably over the past few weeks, and vital signs are all normal. Which test subject is this?"
A scientist glanced at the code number at the top of the chart, then at a list of numbers on a separate sheet. Each number on the chart had a name next to it, along with a few abbreviations.
"The subject is female, age 16. Her name is Melanie. She was in perfect health when she was brought here, and it would appear that she still is, aside from the glowing."
"Why is she glowing like that?" Tac asked eventually.
"We're not exactly sure. That's why everybody is so excited."
"What Pokemon's DNA was she given?"
The scientist checked the chart again. "Mewtwo, sir."
"That would certainly explain the increased brain activity. Is she still doing okay?"
"Same as always. You're probably going to want to hang around. Anything could happen within a few seconds, or nothing could happen for a few weeks."
"I didn't need to know that," Tac said, pulling out his watch. "Good thing it's not too late," he included sarcastically.
Tac then walked over to one of the computers and sat down, looking over the data being displayed on the monitor. Melanie's brain activity had spiked sharply in the past ten minutes, and was still climbing. One of two things could happen. Either the experiment would be a success and she would transform completely, or the increased brain activity would cause her body to go into a massive seizure, most likely killing her . . .
Joey woke up to the sound of her alarm clock the next morning. She had set the alarm a few minutes earlier to give herself more time to get ready. She groggily climbed out of bed, then took a shower. By the time she got out of the shower she had just enough time to get dressed, eat breakfast, and head out the door.
Joey made it to class one minute before the bell rang. She was grateful, because lately Miss Winduck had become increasingly bitter for some odd reason. Perhaps it was because Joey was getting excellent scores on all of her assignments and quizzes. Joey pulled out her homework and handed it to Miss Winduck as she walked past, collecting everybody's papers.
Miss Winduck placed the papers on her desk, then proceeded to give yet another boring lecture. About halfway through the period, while everybody was busy working on an assignment, there was a knock at the door. Miss Winduck glanced up from the papers she was correcting, then stood up and walked over to the door.
Joey glanced up from her assignment and watched as Miss Winduck opened the door. Miss Winduck was talking to someone, but Joey couldn't hear what either of them were saying. She then heard another person, but couldn't identify their voice. After another minute, Joey saw something for the first time in her life. Miss Winduck smiled.
"Don't be shy," Joey heard Miss Winduck say. "I'm sure you'll do just fine."
Joey looked back down to her paper and continued working on the assignment. She didn't want Miss Winduck to see her listening to the conversation. Joey heard the door close, then continued working, trying not to look guilty.
"Attention class, we have a new member that will be joining us."
Joey looked up, then suddenly she froze. The person standing next to Miss Winduck was wearing baggy pants and a loosely-fitting T-Shirt. His arms were covered in short, golden-brown fur, and his long black hair hung freely behind his head. Sticking through the hair on his head were two ears, shaped exactly like a Raichu's, and he had a long, rope-like tail with the familiar lightning-bolt shape at the tip.
"This is Luke. I hope you'll make him feel welcome," Miss Winduck continued. She then turned to him and quietly said, "There's an empty seat right there in the back of the room."
Luke thanked her, then began walking to where the seat was. Joey scrambled for her pencil, because she had dropped it as he was walking back. She blushed and madly went back to work, trying not to notice him as he sat down in the empty seat next to her. Luke smiled, because he had seen Joey the moment he walked in the room. He put his backpack on the floor next to his desk, then glanced around the room.
Luke pulled out a notebook and glanced up and Miss Winduck called his name. He walked up to her desk and she handed him his textbooks, then wrote down the numbers on each of the books. She gave him the assignment that the class was working on, which ironically was the learned attacks of a Raichu. Luke smiled, then walked back to his desk.
Luke tore a piece of paper out of his notebook and scribbled something down on it, then folded up the piece of paper. He started working on the assignment, then was finished with it 10 minutes later. Joey glanced over at him in astonishment, then went back to her own paper and continued working. A piece of paper dropped on top of her assignment as Luke stood up and walked up to Miss Winduck's desk.
Joey looked at the piece of paper for a second, then picked it up and unfolded it. The note read, "Meet me at locker #218 after class." Joey giggled, then stuffed the note in her pocket.
Miss Winduck happened to glance up and gave Luke a questioning look as he stepped up to her desk. He handed her his assignment, then watched her examine the paper carefully.
"I don't see a single mistake on this paper. But you finished it so quickly," she said with an impressed tone in her voice.
"Being part Raichu, it all comes naturally to me," he replied cleverly.
Miss Winduck smiled and laughed a bit, then said, "I suppose you're right." Miss Winduck glanced up and told the class to quiet down, because a few of the people in the front row had heard Luke.
"Since you finished the assignment early, you may read the rest of the period. Just don't make this a consistent habit, otherwise I may have to give you extra work."
Luke smiled, then walked back to his desk. He glanced over and noticed that Joey was having a bit of trouble answering one of the questions. He whispered the answer quietly, then pulled a book out of his backpack and started reading. At the end of the class period Miss Winduck called for everybody's assignment, then the bell rang.
Joey quickly rushed out the door as usual, and tossed her backpack in the locker. She was about to leave when she remember the note stuffed in her pocket. She glanced at it, then began walking quickly down the hall. She rounded the corner, then found Luke putting his stuff in his locker.
"Took you long enough," he said as she walked up to him.
Joey blushed, then cleared her throat. "Luke, right?" Luke nodded. "How come you decided to join Pokemon Tech so far into the year?"
Luke slammed his locker shut, then picked up his backpack. "I just barely found out about Pokemon Tech a weeks days ago. I got an application and filled it out, then they replied saying that they would like me to take the entrance exam."
Joey groaned, because she hated the entrance exam. She did fine, but it took a long time to finish the stupid thing. "I remember taking that exam. Did you think it was hard?"
"Not really. In fact, that's why I was put into your class. They were impressed by my scores, so I got bumped up rather than starting at the beginner level."
Joey smiled, because she had done the same thing. "So, just how old are you?"
Luke glanced at Joey and smiled. "As odd as it sounds, I'm only two." Luke saw Joey's confused stare, then sighed. "I appear to be much older, but in reality I'm only two years old. Since most people refuse to believe it, I just say that I'm 16."
"Well that's how old I am," Joey said moments later.
Luke glanced around, then looked at Joey. "We'll talk later. I'd rather be somewhere a bit more private, because I don't like talking about it when there's a lot of people around."
"I know exactly how you feel," Joey replied. "At least now I know that there's someone else that knows what's it's like to be different."
Luke pulled out a pencil and a piece of paper and wrote his address on it, then waved goodbye to Joey. She waved back and glanced down at the piece of paper as he walked away. She glanced up quickly and back at the paper, because the address belonged to the apartment building across the street from her own apartment . . .
Note: This fanfic isn't the sequel to my other series that I said I might start. I decided to completely redo my TR47 series because I came to the conclusion that it kinda sucks.
Joey sighed, then hit her head on the desk. Her class at Pokemon Tech seemed to be dragging on more than usual. She lifted her head back up and ran a hand through her long purple hair. Her tail twitched back and forth, displaying Joey's impatience. Miss Winduck shot Joey an annoyed look, then continued with the lecture.
As much as she hated the classes, Joey had to do something to fit in with everybody else. She was teased for having a Mew's ears and tail, but nobody knew why she was even that way to start with. After what seemed like hours, the bell finally rang. Joey quickly picked up her backpack and threw it over her shoulder, then dashed out the door.
Joey threw her backpack in her locker, then pulled out a different backpack, smaller than the first. She glanced outside, then frowned when she saw that it had started to rain. She pulled her jacket out of her locker, then slammed it shut. She walked out the glass doors at the end of the long hallway and began to quickly walk home.
By the time Joey got to her apartment, she was soaking wet. The water dripped off her as she opened the door and stepped inside. She closed the door behind her, then tossed her coat onto the hanger beside the door.
Joey walked into the bathroom, then grabbed a towel and began drying herself off. Her clothes were still damp when she hung the towel on the shower door, so she pulled out her hair dryer and turned it on. When she was finally dry, she plopped herself down in an overstuffed chair and reached for the remote.
Joey turned on the TV and began switching through the channels. There wasn't anything good on. As she was changing channels, she caught a glimpse of a news flash. She turned back, then watched as the announcer began talking. It was about Team Rocket again. There was almost always something on the news about Team Rocket, so she continued channel surfing.
Eventually Joey drifted off and fell asleep in front of the TV. She did it quite often, so the TV automatically turned itself off an hour later. For Joey, the days were all the same. Wake up, eat breakfast, go to class, come home, eat lunch, go to class, come home, fall asleep. The only days of the week Joey had to herself were Saturday and Sunday. Those were the days she spent looking for Pokemon. When she wasn't looking for new ones, she was taking care of the ones she already had . . .
Tac walked down the hall at the Team Rocket headquarters quickly. He didn't want to be interrupted by anybody. Not even the boss. He stepped into his office and locked the door behind him, then went to his desk. His dark hair was tied behind his head in a ponytail, and his white lab coat was soaking wet.
They had been performing tests on Pokemon, trying to create the strongest Pokemon ever. One of the tanks containing a Raichu had shattered, sending a tidal wave of water across the lab. The experiment they had been performing was ruined. The experiment had been mostly finished, but they had to release the Raichu. Any further testing might kill it, and that would look bad on Tac's record.
Tac hit his head on the desk in frustration. Their attempts at creating an Anthromorphic Pokemon, Anthro for short, had failed every time. The test subjects either died or didn't change at all. The Raichu had been showing the most progress out of all the subjects. It hadn't changed, but its brain activity had been increasing substantially.
After a few minutes of contemplating what had gone wrong, Tac snapped his head up. He picked up the phone, then quickly dialed the boss's cell phone number. The boss answered a few moments later.
"What is it?" the boss snapped.
"I know why our Anthro Pokemon experiments have all been failing," Tac replied.
"Proceed," The boss said, sounding a bit more interested.
"We've been starting at the wrong end. In every experiment we've been tying to make a Pokemon take on human characteristics, and they have all failed." Tac paused to make sure that boss had caught it all.
"Continue," the boss said, listening to Tac carefully.
"Perhaps we should work from the other end. In other words, maybe we should try to make a human take on Pokemon characteristics."
"Tac, that's the most intelligent-sounding thing you've said in years. Begin the testing as soon as time permits."
"Yes sir," Tac said before hanging up the phone. He stood up, then stepped out of his office. He headed toward the lab, grabbing a dry lab coat on the way.
Tac would have to clean up the mess in the lab before any further testing could be performed. He would have to trick some people into becoming test subjects for the experiments, and he knew exactly how to do it.
Meanwhile, the Raichu that had been released was walking through the forest happily. Her experience had been traumatic, but she was thankful to be alive. After what Team Rocket had put her through, she was surprised that they had just decided to release her. She was sure that she would die in there.
Raichu sniffed the air, then began walking instinctively in one direction. She knew that she hadn't been caught by Team Rocket too far from where she was. After walking for a few minutes it began to rain. She shook herself off, then took shelter in a hollow log.
Raichu began drying off her golden-brown fur after a few seconds. She hated being wet. Not only because she was an electric-type Pokemon, but also because she hated the cold. Once she was completely dry, she looked outside. It was still raining hard. She sighed, then curled up into a ball and fell asleep . . .
Joey woke up the next morning and glanced at the clock. It was 8:30 A.M. Joey relaxed, then suddenly jumped up.
"Crap, I'm gonna be late!"
Joey quickly grabbed her stuff and ran out of her apartment, slamming the door behind her. She ran all the way to Pokemon Tech and only slowed down when she went through the doors. The teachers got mad when people ran through the halls, but Joey sometimes ran anyway. Joey walked rapidly to her locker, then opened it and pulled out her backpack. She had one minute to get to class.
Joey slammed her locker door shut, then glanced at her watch. She ran down the halls, then her heart sank as she heard the bell ring. She slowed to a walk when she got to Miss Winduck's room. She opened the door softly, then quietly walked to her desk with her head down.
"You're late, Joey." Miss Winduck said, her back turned.
"Ack!" Joey exclaimed as she was sitting down. How did she always do that?
"I'd like you to stay after class so that we can have a little chat about your tardiness, Miss Simyu," Miss Winduck said, her back still facing Joey.
"Fine," Joey mumbled, taking out her books.
The rest of the class period continued as it had every other time. Joey already had learned about most of the stuff on her own. Joey wasn't sure, but she could've sworn that Miss Winduck was irritated by it, so she would find ways to get back at her.
After class was over Joey ran out the door before Miss Winduck could say anything to her. She walked to her apartment, then ate lunch quickly before heading back. She didn't want to be late again. She got to class a few minutes before the bell rang and already had her books out when it finally rang.
Miss Winduck came into the classroom carrying a stack of papers and looked at Joey. Joey simply smiled innocently. Miss Winduck gave her an annoyed look, then placed the papers on her desk.
"I have your quizzes graded, and it appears that you all did well." She gave Joey an amused look, then began handing out the papers.
Joey's paper was the last one that Miss Winduck handed out. Miss Winduck was about to place the paper on Joey's desk, but first she glanced at the score that was written on it. She paused and did a double-take, then looked at Joey.
"That can't be right, I must have made a mistake grading yours. I'll have it back tomorrow, Miss Simyu."
That confirmed to Joey that Miss Winduck was out to get her. Joey mumbled something under her breath and Miss Winduck glared at her, then sat down at her desk.
Joey tried not to do anything for the rest of the period. Fortunately, Miss Winduck was too busy lecturing about evolution to single out Joey for any reason. She assigned the usual homework, then the bell rang. Joey packed up her stuff and headed for the door, but was stopped by Miss Winduck.
"Going somewhere, Miss Simyu?" she said ominously.
"Apparently not,: Joey said dryly, sitting down in the nearest desk.
Miss Winduck lectured Joey for 20 minutes about being tardy before she finally let her leave. Joey was surprised that Miss Winduck hadn't given her a whole heap of homework on top of what was assigned to the class, but she didn't care. She rushed home, then dropped her backpack on the floor. It was the weekend, so Joey was looking forward to searching for Pokemon.
Two years later . . .
Raichu stepped out into the morning sun, yawning. She looked around, then smiled. "Where have those two wandered of to this time?" she wondered. She was referring to the two children of hers. Both of them were very independent, and it annoyed her sometimes. Not only that, but they had developed much quicker than most Raichu babies did. They were both highly intelligent and often confused her.
She decided not to go looking for them, because they always managed to find her. She yawned again, then began scanning the trees for ripe fruit. It was still early for most fruit, but some of the trees were already producing. She climbed up one of the trees, then pulled a ripe apple off a nearby branch.
After eating the apple she tossed down the core, then looked around. Her two children were disappearing more often, and for longer periods of time. She was getting used to it, because it was normal for young Raichus to leave their parents at some point in life . . .
Joey woke up earlier than usual and packed up her stuff. It was the weekend, so she was going to search for Pokemon that day. She ate breakfast, then headed out the door and into the forest. She hadn't had much luck finding new Pokemon recently, but she was sure that she would fine one this time.
Joey walked through the forest, keeping her eyes open for Pokemon. She listened carefully as she was walking, but the only sounds she heard were her own footsteps. As she got deeper into the forest, she could hear various Pokemon, but not any that she hadn't already caught.
Joey was getting tired by the time it got dark, so she rolled out her sleeping bag in a clear spot and put down her backpack. She built a small campfire and cooked some dinner, then crawled into her sleeping bag and fell asleep.
The next morning Joey packed up her sleeping bag and looked around. The ground was covered in dew from the morning mist, but it wasn't too wet. She picked up her backpack, then continued her search for Pokemon.
Rather than going deeper into the forest, Joey headed back in the direction of her apartment. She had to be in class the next day, and Miss Winduck would kill her if she missed a class. She arrived at her apartment later than she expected, and was slightly depressed because she hadn't caught anything. She set her alarm clock, then fell asleep . . .
Tac was in his office filling out paperwork when his phone rang. One of his associates told him to come down to the lab right away. Tac hung up the phone, the quickly finished the paperwork.
Tac rushed to the lab, pulling on a white lab coat on the way. When he got there, he immediately noticed a sense of excitement in the air.
"Why did you call me here?" Tac asked quickly. "What's happened?"
One of the scientists stopped and looked at Tac as if he had said something stupid. "Don't you know? The latest experiment was a success!"
"WHAT?!" Tac immediately rushed forward and peered into the tank where their most recent test subject was being held. The person inside was glowing brightly. If they weren't human, Tac would've thought they were evolving. He glanced at the chart hanging in front of the tank, then picked it up.
"Hmm, let's see. Brain activity has been increasing considerably over the past few weeks, and vital signs are all normal. Which test subject is this?"
A scientist glanced at the code number at the top of the chart, then at a list of numbers on a separate sheet. Each number on the chart had a name next to it, along with a few abbreviations.
"The subject is female, age 16. Her name is Melanie. She was in perfect health when she was brought here, and it would appear that she still is, aside from the glowing."
"Why is she glowing like that?" Tac asked eventually.
"We're not exactly sure. That's why everybody is so excited."
"What Pokemon's DNA was she given?"
The scientist checked the chart again. "Mewtwo, sir."
"That would certainly explain the increased brain activity. Is she still doing okay?"
"Same as always. You're probably going to want to hang around. Anything could happen within a few seconds, or nothing could happen for a few weeks."
"I didn't need to know that," Tac said, pulling out his watch. "Good thing it's not too late," he included sarcastically.
Tac then walked over to one of the computers and sat down, looking over the data being displayed on the monitor. Melanie's brain activity had spiked sharply in the past ten minutes, and was still climbing. One of two things could happen. Either the experiment would be a success and she would transform completely, or the increased brain activity would cause her body to go into a massive seizure, most likely killing her . . .
Joey woke up to the sound of her alarm clock the next morning. She had set the alarm a few minutes earlier to give herself more time to get ready. She groggily climbed out of bed, then took a shower. By the time she got out of the shower she had just enough time to get dressed, eat breakfast, and head out the door.
Joey made it to class one minute before the bell rang. She was grateful, because lately Miss Winduck had become increasingly bitter for some odd reason. Perhaps it was because Joey was getting excellent scores on all of her assignments and quizzes. Joey pulled out her homework and handed it to Miss Winduck as she walked past, collecting everybody's papers.
Miss Winduck placed the papers on her desk, then proceeded to give yet another boring lecture. About halfway through the period, while everybody was busy working on an assignment, there was a knock at the door. Miss Winduck glanced up from the papers she was correcting, then stood up and walked over to the door.
Joey glanced up from her assignment and watched as Miss Winduck opened the door. Miss Winduck was talking to someone, but Joey couldn't hear what either of them were saying. She then heard another person, but couldn't identify their voice. After another minute, Joey saw something for the first time in her life. Miss Winduck smiled.
"Don't be shy," Joey heard Miss Winduck say. "I'm sure you'll do just fine."
Joey looked back down to her paper and continued working on the assignment. She didn't want Miss Winduck to see her listening to the conversation. Joey heard the door close, then continued working, trying not to look guilty.
"Attention class, we have a new member that will be joining us."
Joey looked up, then suddenly she froze. The person standing next to Miss Winduck was wearing baggy pants and a loosely-fitting T-Shirt. His arms were covered in short, golden-brown fur, and his long black hair hung freely behind his head. Sticking through the hair on his head were two ears, shaped exactly like a Raichu's, and he had a long, rope-like tail with the familiar lightning-bolt shape at the tip.
"This is Luke. I hope you'll make him feel welcome," Miss Winduck continued. She then turned to him and quietly said, "There's an empty seat right there in the back of the room."
Luke thanked her, then began walking to where the seat was. Joey scrambled for her pencil, because she had dropped it as he was walking back. She blushed and madly went back to work, trying not to notice him as he sat down in the empty seat next to her. Luke smiled, because he had seen Joey the moment he walked in the room. He put his backpack on the floor next to his desk, then glanced around the room.
Luke pulled out a notebook and glanced up and Miss Winduck called his name. He walked up to her desk and she handed him his textbooks, then wrote down the numbers on each of the books. She gave him the assignment that the class was working on, which ironically was the learned attacks of a Raichu. Luke smiled, then walked back to his desk.
Luke tore a piece of paper out of his notebook and scribbled something down on it, then folded up the piece of paper. He started working on the assignment, then was finished with it 10 minutes later. Joey glanced over at him in astonishment, then went back to her own paper and continued working. A piece of paper dropped on top of her assignment as Luke stood up and walked up to Miss Winduck's desk.
Joey looked at the piece of paper for a second, then picked it up and unfolded it. The note read, "Meet me at locker #218 after class." Joey giggled, then stuffed the note in her pocket.
Miss Winduck happened to glance up and gave Luke a questioning look as he stepped up to her desk. He handed her his assignment, then watched her examine the paper carefully.
"I don't see a single mistake on this paper. But you finished it so quickly," she said with an impressed tone in her voice.
"Being part Raichu, it all comes naturally to me," he replied cleverly.
Miss Winduck smiled and laughed a bit, then said, "I suppose you're right." Miss Winduck glanced up and told the class to quiet down, because a few of the people in the front row had heard Luke.
"Since you finished the assignment early, you may read the rest of the period. Just don't make this a consistent habit, otherwise I may have to give you extra work."
Luke smiled, then walked back to his desk. He glanced over and noticed that Joey was having a bit of trouble answering one of the questions. He whispered the answer quietly, then pulled a book out of his backpack and started reading. At the end of the class period Miss Winduck called for everybody's assignment, then the bell rang.
Joey quickly rushed out the door as usual, and tossed her backpack in the locker. She was about to leave when she remember the note stuffed in her pocket. She glanced at it, then began walking quickly down the hall. She rounded the corner, then found Luke putting his stuff in his locker.
"Took you long enough," he said as she walked up to him.
Joey blushed, then cleared her throat. "Luke, right?" Luke nodded. "How come you decided to join Pokemon Tech so far into the year?"
Luke slammed his locker shut, then picked up his backpack. "I just barely found out about Pokemon Tech a weeks days ago. I got an application and filled it out, then they replied saying that they would like me to take the entrance exam."
Joey groaned, because she hated the entrance exam. She did fine, but it took a long time to finish the stupid thing. "I remember taking that exam. Did you think it was hard?"
"Not really. In fact, that's why I was put into your class. They were impressed by my scores, so I got bumped up rather than starting at the beginner level."
Joey smiled, because she had done the same thing. "So, just how old are you?"
Luke glanced at Joey and smiled. "As odd as it sounds, I'm only two." Luke saw Joey's confused stare, then sighed. "I appear to be much older, but in reality I'm only two years old. Since most people refuse to believe it, I just say that I'm 16."
"Well that's how old I am," Joey said moments later.
Luke glanced around, then looked at Joey. "We'll talk later. I'd rather be somewhere a bit more private, because I don't like talking about it when there's a lot of people around."
"I know exactly how you feel," Joey replied. "At least now I know that there's someone else that knows what's it's like to be different."
Luke pulled out a pencil and a piece of paper and wrote his address on it, then waved goodbye to Joey. She waved back and glanced down at the piece of paper as he walked away. She glanced up quickly and back at the paper, because the address belonged to the apartment building across the street from her own apartment . . .