With a hiss of the released pressure the once water filled container opened to reveal a human girl to the twisted professor's eyes. Her head as well as the rest of her body hung as if she were lifeless, her long chocolate locks covered her face. The professor gave a wordless command to two men, standing near-by, to retrieve the girl, which they did ad placed her clad body onto a table then covered her with a sheet.
The professor observed vital signs and other such things to see if his experiment had been a true success and so far, it seemed as though it had. The girl stirred and moaned with awakening and the professor stepped back. Observing her from afar.
Her eyelids lifted and showed a spectrum of colors momentarily before reverting to their natural color, a stunning emerald green. It was clear that she was dazed and confused but she sat up slowly, curious as a fox, keeping the sheet around her. She met with the professors eyes.
"Where am I?" she inquired most innocently.
"You my dear girl are a guest in my home and it would do you well to listen to me. Listen closely and carefully." His voice was soft and calm with a hint of aggression behind it. "You are the first to survive an experiment of mine. I have fused you with DNA from various pokemon, including but not limited to Ditto, Absol, Pidgeot and Ninetails. You, if everything has gone as planned, are now able to become these pokemon at will either partially or completely. You can control the elements of these pokemon and their abilities. However, you will be controlled and limited, by me. You will do as I say. I created you, I can also destroy you, understand?"
The girl nodded quietly. Her eyes did not reveal her thoughts her body did not reveal any signs of tension. She was calm about this. Then again things had not yet hit her. The professor smiled at her lack of action and quiet agreement. She was perfect. She was his puppet to control. His weapon against the world.
"Take her to her room if you would please. I have some further work to do."
The men who had removed her from the chamber moved up to the young girl who followed them without a fuss. Still quiet and thoughtful. Her room was of decent size, but with no windows, contained a full bed, bookshelf filled with many pokemon books, a dresser already containing casual clothes and a mirror, a closet with dressier clothing and a desk.
After the men left the girl went though her dresser and pulled out a pair of jeans as well as a red spaghetti strap top. She folded the sheet, placed it onto of the dresser then gazed at her reflection in the mirror. She simply stared at her own reflection for the longest time before her memories began to return to her. As they did she moved to the desk, where she found pen and a notebook.
My name is Sandy. I'm 17 years old and living with Professor Joslen. I originally came here to be his assistant in breeding a new type of pokemon, an internship for I was learning to become a pokemon breeder myself. After that all I remember is pain and darkness. What happened?
Sandy looked at her writing, it was neat and loopy. She looked for a calendar within her room, then noticed one on the back of her door. It was simple, plain, much like everything else in the room. One day was already written in; it read "Day of Awakening." The date was June 27th, after some more though she noticed the year and was astonished, she had been part of the professor's experiment for five years, yet she didn't look a day older. Turning back to the notebook she dated it accordingly and added,
I've been in a dormant state, as part of Joslen's experiment, for five years. I think I am the 'new pokemon' he was trying to breed.
She closed the notebook and tucked it away in the desk then turned back to her mirror. Was she really a human Ditto? Could she really become various pokemon at will? Or part of them? How would she go about it though? She turned to the books on the shelf and sure enough she found one on Ditto's. Flipping though pages she found the chapter on Ditto transformations and read aloud to herself.
"'Studied for years, the top professors of the world have found but one explanation for how ditto's control their transformations. 'Ditto's transform with focus and imagery. They envision that of which they wish to become and then focus on molding their jelly-like bodies to that of which it sees.'-Professor Oak.'" Sandy sighed and continued thinking aloud to herself as professor Joslen observed her from his office.
Once more Sandy stood before the large mirror. She was not a Ditto. She had bones and muscles, not a jelly-like body. "This will never work…" she sighed then shrugged. "What the heck." She decided to give it a shot. The professor had listed within the few examples, a Ninetails. She envisioned the pokemon clearly. Its soft cream colored fur, its nine fluffy trailed and sleek body structure, its perky but small ears and dark shining eyes. Then she focused on transforming herself into this beautiful and stunning creature.
There was a sickening sound of shifting and cracking bones, Sandy yelped and the observing professor jumped out of his seat. She fell to her knees, he ran for her room. The pain! Her mind screamed. No she can't fail now! He growled.
Make it stop!
Make it though!
It hurts!
It will not fail now!
The professor, with shaky hands opened the girls door only to find himself face to face with the perfection that was a beautiful Ninetails. Her eyes, though slightly pained were amazed as well. The fur was perfect. Each tail was accounted for. The small ears twitched and the professor laughed in his delight.
"You did it! It works! Oh! My girl you're a brave and powerful soul!"
Sandy blinked and looked at her new form. All nine tails plumed behind her, her small ears had slightly dark tips to them, her eyes gleamed. With a small foxy smile, sandy turned to the professor. There was another crack, this transformation faster and less painful, sandy stood before him once more. Joslen frowned.
"Complete the transformation." He demanded and Sandy blinked. The mirror answered her silent question as to what he meant. She still had the ears of the fox and a single tail remained. Turning back to him, she nodded and attempted to fix the problem, but failed.
"I cannot." She said quietly.
"What?"
"I cannot fix the deformity."
"Yes you can! You're not trying hard enough!"
"No sir, I cannot."
"Listen to me girl!" the professor growled and advanced on her. "You will not tell me now that there was some fault in this experiment. You can and you will fix this. NOW!"
Sandy flinched at his anger and shook her head. The professor answered her movement with a harsh backhand to her face which knocked her to the ground. He cried out and didn't move once she hit the floor, simply looked up at the man, still fuming. If this is how she was going to be treated, she would not stay here. The though ran across her mind of what he said earlier. She had the same abilities of the pokemon… but what attack of Ninetail's could help here? Smokescreen! She smirked and felt the ashy air build in her throat.
"What are you smiling about girl?"
"I'm leaving." Her statement released the dark air that clouded the man's vision, surprisingly she could see fine. She rushed to the desk, grabbed the notebook and pen then fled, not only from the professor and the room but from the building as well.