"Eric Masterson. You're needed in the office." An official, all supreme and-mighty man said. Or, at least he wished he was. Only really small fry, but barely higher ranked than he was. Feh. "Oh, really? Well why is that?" The gruff, bulky man replied, with a "Do it" that would make his mother wince. "Yeah, yeah." I said, making a noncommittal gesture. Putting my head on my hand, I waved him away. Team Blast was constantly on my case.

I wasn't always a member, but it seemed that way for sure. Time passed oddly here. I really used to be a good, normal child to a normal family. Not rich, not poor. My mum raised me; my dad was often away at work. When he was home it got awkward. But when my mum passed away in a car accident, my dad basically left me to fend. I was less important that his job.

Being a kid, I ran away. All kids do at one point. But I had no place to go. I came back, but he shooed me away. His words were, "When you left, you were no longer my son." So I was forced into the wild. I wandered, and at the time Team Blast asked me to join their ranks, it was the best and only offer I got. I was their best, one of the most capable. At first. But when I no longer needed to rely on them, I stopped. Became lazy, dawdled, and so forth. But you can't exactly tell a gang, "I quit."

Finally I made my way to the office…If you could call it that. Really, it was a desk, expensive, gold and velvet chairs, a television, and an assortment of furniture worth more than everything I owned- I'd rather be there than what I currently call my home. The leader-guy, (What respect I have for him, I don't know his name) let me in, and told me to sit. Something was wrong….

"You haven't been much of a help to us lately."

"The point?"

"If you can't help us in the regular way, you'll have to help us in another."

"What would that be?"

"The labs can have their free will." He smiled.

"WAIT!" I cried. "CAN I HAVE ANOTHER CHANCE?"

"Sorry." Bossman said in a tone that sounded not-so-sincere.

"Cuff the boy." I heard, as my hands were jerked back, and put in steel handcuffs by two burly bodyguards. "Sleep him." And I was knocked out.

I saw nothing except the bars ahead of me, and the men on either side, holding syringes and evil intentions. I'd been a Team Blast grunt for years. It used to be better. Steal a few Pokemon, fight a few battles. And now they planned to practically take over the world. They longed to create the 'super Pokemon'. With the thought process of humans and wits, and the abilities and strengths of Pokemon, they were meant to be the ultimate. They went through the list slowly at first, testing on humans and Pokemon alike. Forcing all of their many members to watch their comrades mutate, then fight to the death. Started with those members, those first few members who messed up, that badmouthed or lazed around. Now it was my turn. I hadn't gotten any missions recently, so they turned on me. "Congratulations, Eric. If you can make it through, you'll be one of the strongest beings alive. Thank me for showing mercy on someone who deserved none." The boss rang out.

My arm was pulled from me, and it felt as if it were being ripped apart. The man signaled to other, who pulled my head back by my long, black hair. I couldn't see anything that was going on, but I could feel it well enough. I was injected through the long vein in my neck and wrist, and it felt as if fire ran through me-charring my insides and consuming, hurting like nothing else. I wished I was dead. The brutes walked away after putting me in restraints.

Blood trickled from my pores, slightly, running down the length of my arm as it blackened. I wept with pain, cries of all my bad memories and everything I felt now. My eyes blanked out, and I was on the ground. When I saw again, a few seconds later, they seemed somehow different. The top half of my chest was black fur, coarse and long, then it shortened to blue, and black again at my waist. Lower down I couldn't see. My legs were incased by jeans that now seemed way tight. I knew I had more fur down there too, because it was being rubbed the wrong way.

My hair spiked up at odd angles, and I now had blue ears in the wrong spots. Even though it was quiet, I heard each breath, each whisper, and it HURT. My face lengthened, to a long muzzle with a pink nose. Black and blue, in both ways was my body. Odd, raised white things the shape of ovals grow on my arms, around the center. I was roaring in rage and sadness. My last change. At the end of my spine grew a lengthy tail with a star at the end.

Now I was a creature. I couldn't be human, and I wasn't a Pokemon. I had the power of electricity and psychic. I pushed all my weight on my shackles, but couldn't break them no matter how hard I tried.

I was out of breath, and I sounded as if I were fighting, almost. I howled endlessly. If I couldn't hurt my captors, at least I could get some satisfaction from annoying the hell out of them. With luck, those who heard me got headaches. Apparently they tired of me fast, because I was knocked out for the second time today, via tranquilizer dart.