Hey guys. This is my new story since L.I.T.S is coming to an end soon.
However, there will be a sequel that I've got somewhat planned out but I won't start it till most likely next month.
This story is not related to L.I.T.S for those that are wondering.
I'm going to use this to help me grow and have longer chapters for you guys. No chapters will be under 2000 words unless I'm forced to.
Feedback is appreciated but for this story, I will not be accepting suggestions for characters or plot.
Disclaimer - I don't own a da pokemanz
Akuma's POV
I'm Akuma, an 18 year old boy that enrolled into the military right after highschool. To do so, I had to leave my Pokemon-which thankfully don't fight in the wars anymore-and family. Well, my somewhat family to head to the Orre Region. My best friend, Serin, joining me in this decision. We had the choice for the use of a rare virus that can be highly deadly, but can also save lives. They didn't get a description of what it was, so I chose to use it in case of being about to die. Serin went against it. Now here I am, standing in a chopper next to my friend preparing to jump into the war zone, knowing that I'd most likely die to save many Pokemon and People.
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"Alright Akuma, are you ready? We're basically heading to hell the second we jump." My friend Serin yelled. I nodded before charging to the back of the chopper. Serin right behind me. We dove out of the back of a CH-47 Chinook helicopter. As we rapidly descended from the 6,000 feet, we dove towards each other for a quick high-five. Reaching 750 feet off the ground, we simultaneously pulled the loose straps on the sides of the chutes, deploying the parachute. We aimed the hooks downwards to decrease altitude faster so the enemy's bullets wouldn't hit us. When I was 5 feet off the ground, I shook my way out of the pack's grip and dropped the last of the way.
I had a slight rough landing due to the fact I had to not fall back due to my Colt RO635 and it's ammo/magazines strapped to my back so I wouldn't lose them during my descent. A few moments later, Serin landed a few yards away, still with his chute due to be our group's medic. He quickly tore his pack off before running to me and said "Let's get moving to the trenches! With the weapons these bitches are using, it will take very little ammunition to kill us!"
I nodded before he ran off. I soon followed behind him, my Colt in my hands ready to defend us. Once the trenches were insight, Serin carefully went down while I dove down for cover faster, the bullets whizzing past my face. I changed my awkward sitting position and took a peek over the sandbags. I spotted four people, two with M9s in hand, the other two with faded AK-47s. Damn people have been using those weapons for decades. Yes, they're good weapons but you overuse them. I thought.
I reached to my belt and pulled a grenade off of it. I grabbed the pin with my teeth before chucking the grenade towards the enemies causing them to have shouts of terror. A second past when I heard the explosion, overhead was shrapnel flying in all directions. I stood up with four other recruits and aimed my weapon towards the enemy bunker. Enemies filed out of the bunker before diving into their own trenches.
"Sarge, we'll need more than just us five to take them out." I called to the leader of my group.
"We have back up on the way. As you can tell, we're extremely outnumbered and only have about sixty bullets left between eight of us." he replied before talking into his radio to call for back up. I popped my head up to see multiple enemies shooting our way before an ear-piercing shriek called out. I looked over the oldest of the recruit, at the age of 25, on the ground holding his arms to his stomach, blood leaking out below.
Instantly, Serin rushed towards the injured soldier and went to work on him. I watched for a few seconds to see Serin stab the soldiers arm was a syringe filled with morphine. "Private Akuma, focus on the enemies! We need to hold them back!" Sarge yelled my way. I went back to my position and poked my head and gun above the sandbags before starting to shoot the enemy trench. I soon came to my final bullet in the Colt before knocking the clip out and pulling another mag from my satchel, clicking it into place. I continued my spraying managing to kill three more enemies and injure two before having to reload the second time. I put my final clip in and started to aim at the land mines between us to hopefully have the shrapnel spread to the enemy side. I had blew up a total of 17 of the 50 mines before running out of ammo. I threw the Colt towards the ground and pulled my Glock from it's holster. I only had one extra mag so I had to use these bullets wisely.
I had just finished my first clip before seeing a grenade thrown from the other side, landing right beside Serin who was still working on fixing the recruit's stomach. I threw my gun towards the ground and dashed towards the grenade. I picked it up then climbed out of our trench to the middle of the battlefield where I attempted to throw the grenade back. The second it left my hand, it went off sending my flying, my right arm and leg being in massive pain for the first half second before losing all feeling. I landed next to my Sarge, unconscious. The second he saw my figure, he immediately called a transport chopper which arrived within minutes. My unconscious form was loaded into the chopper followed by everybody else on our side. When the chopper lifted off, the enemies could be heard cheering at their mini victory.
Serin's POV
I quickly grabbed the mechanical limbs then sprinted towards the hospital wing of the building and towards Akuma's room. I sat the two limbs on a small table before leaving the room with my head down in shame. Why did you have to fucking save me? I could of fucking pushed Marshall over and taken the grenade myself... I thought. Before heading to my bunk in the barracks.
A few hours later, I went back to the hospital wing to visit Akuma. I stepped into the room to see the doctors and nurses that helped stop him bleeding and attach the limbs. I looked over to see pictures of what the limbs were and how they worked. I read to myself "A.B.U - Advanced Body Upgrades." I looked over more of the pictures which showed wires acting like nerves going from the brain, down the spine, than to his arm and leg, allowing his brain to control the limbs.
"So doc, will he make it?" I asked.
She shook her head in reply before saying "He's lost too much blood. He won't make it unless you attempt the use of Virus M483C9. An extremely dangerous virus unless caused by nature itself. He has the massive chance of dying, but if he gets lucky, he'll survive it.
"So what Virus is this for me to understand?" I asked.
"Morphism. It will change him into a random pokemon but a more human like one." She said showing me a picture of a morphed Minun. "The thing is that morphs are hated creautures in this world no matter where they go. Even the most loved morph is still extremely hated. Since we're using this on him for the sake of his life, we're taking a small transport helicopter to take him to Forest, inject him with the Virus, than leave. He'll wear full black clothing and we'll also have him wear gloves so nobody notices the robotic parts. We'll leave a sign for him to know not to take them off. So you too can keep in touch, he'll have his phone so you two can keep in touch. Well... That's if he lives through it all."
I nodded and replied "I hope he makes it. We joined the military together. If he doesn't make it, I will have my life end the same way his did."
"Going out heroic, huh?" The docter said. "Serin. Akuma did this to save you. He wanted you to continue your life. He's your best friend for fucks sake. If he doesn't make it, go on and continue your life. It's what he wanted for you." I looked at the ground and nodded before heading to get a wheelchair to help transfer Akuma to the chopper.
I reached Akuma with the wheelchair and lift him into the chair before starting to push him towards the HH-65 Dolphin (Chopper). Once we reach it, I took Akuma out of the chair and set him down in the middle of the chopper before hopping in myself and closing the door. "Ready Pilot. We can go." I grumbled. Once we reached the forest where we were going to drop him off at, I picked him and the syringe containing Virus M483C9. I layed the nearly dead form of my friend on the ground, placing a sheet of paper on him that explained the robotic limbs and how he should stay away from other humans and how he should hide the robotic parts.
I pull the sleeve up on his left arm and tapped the syringe to remove to any air bubbles in the virus. I put the needle up to a vein in his wrist and with just enough pressure, broke the skin and got to the vein. I slowly pushed the plunger part down forcing the virus into his system. Once it was empty, I whispered "Goodbye old friend." and turned back to the chopper.
Akuma's POV
I awoke to feel my body sore everywhere but my right arm and leg. Confused, I lifted up the leg of my jeans to see a robotic leg. I stood up and looked down to see a piece of paper that read "Keep the arm and leg covered up and stay away from others. In chance to keep you alive, we used the Morphism Virus in attempt to keep you alive. If you do end up surviving the disease, you would have been unconscious for a few weeks and should really find food and water. You have about a week after waking for your transformation to be completed. The Pokemon you shall turn into will be random. P.S. If you are alive, use your work phone. We gave you it and your charger. The phone comes with everything it used to have minus the texts and everybody but one person's number. Give Serin a call if you're alive."
"So... That's what the strange Virus I agreed to use is. Well, this shit sucks. I've heard all the racist shit morphs get and I honestly feel bad for them." I spoke to myself. Might as well call Serins. He's most likely worried as fuck if not dead. I called the only number in my phone and it started to ring. After the fourth ring, a familiar voice answered in a depressed tone.
"Hello? This is Serin" It said.
"Hey Serin. I was just calling to check up on you to make sure you weren't dead." I said sarcastically.
"Wait, Akuma. Is that you!?" He shouted into the phone.
"Yeah its me. In the flesh but I only have about a week left till I'm a pokemon. On my knees, elbows, and forehead, I have yellow rings. Along with my body gaining jet black fur to cover it showing I'd be an Umbreon. Another Idea is the my ears are slowly moving upwards and growing in size it feels like." I replied.
"Thank fucking god you're alive. I've been depressed for the past fucking month because I thought you were dead. Guess I was wrong." He said, his voice turning more casual.
"I just woke up five minutes ago and since I've been unconscious, not asleep, I'm going to let you go. I need to find some water and food for today." I yawned.
"Okay man. I'll tell everybody back at the barracks that you're still alive. Bye." He said
"Bye Serin." I replied before walking further into the forest, finding a lake.
Well guys, here's the first chapter to this story.
I hope you all enjoyed the start of Akuma's Morphed life.
For those of you wondering, no. Akuma and Serin are not gay.
I will never write stories that involve taboo lemons or Homosexual couples.
Sorry everybody that's a fan of those two things.
Be sure to review so I can know how you think this story is going so far :D