Lab diaries: Winter's frost
Hi welcome you didn't have to read the first one to read this. New character, new place, new story and this one will be better. It won't be in diary entry form this time but still in someone's point of view.
Well hi. I'm not the best writer on earth but I'm here to tell you my story. My name is Grant. Just Grant I was a street urchin nobody noticed I had gone prefect victim for team R.A.M. I was sixteen when they plucked me off the streets. They first said I would be given a new life become a completely new person. I didn't think it was so literal. I was turned into a pokeperson. They took a still living pokemon and slowly killed it will adding its DNA into a human. I am a Breedrill pokeperson. I was one of the more overlooked pokepeople not the strongest or the smartest could do anything special like the other I was just a freak. My hands disappeared and long needles grew instead up to my elbows, delicate wings grew out of my back, two antenna sprouted out of my forehead and annoyingly I grew a stinger why not an ordinary tail they are fine but a stinger. Well we escaped from the team R.A.M lab sadly a few of us were recaptured but Kristen (she's kind of like a leader to us) says once we get out of the mountains we are going to rescue them. We trudge up the mountains. I fly near the back by the pokepeople who have trouble moving.
"Keep moving we can't stop," Zane a Dellcatty guy yelled at a Rhydon guy.
Zane made my blood boil he was so mean. Not everyone here has he cat-like movement. That Rhydon guy has a ton of armour which is stuck to his skin it is heavy retard.
I glared at him but didn't say anything anyway he was friends with the leader and I don't want to make her mad. "What are you staring at bug boy. I know you can move faster than this, move!" he yelled at me.
Nervously I quickened by flying pace. I keep it up for ages until my wings became tired then I walked. "What's the matter bug boy can't you take a little fly?" Zane jeered.
I really want to hit him but I stayed quiet. I had become Zane's personal entertainment he became louder and louder trying to make me hurt him. Finally he tried to scratch me I blocked him with my drills. I glared at him hoping he would stop it now. No my block had made him worse teasing me about having 'moves'. I don't know what such a nice leader can be friends with such an asshole. "Oi bug boy since you still are here go be a good bug and fly up and tell Kristen that the people at the back are get tried and can't move much," he jeered.
God the nerve making fun of me and telling me to do something. I took off and flew my fastest I got to the front quickly. I bumped into a few people but most of them were too tried to say anything. I landed next to Kristen. "Miss, Zane say the people at the back are getting tried and can barely move," I said.
Kristen repeated it to the chick next to her. It was the first time I had ever seen her up close. She had a flowing white skirt and a red top she had short green hair and kind red eyes. She was a Gardevoir pokeperson. The chick next to her was called Fiona a Zangoose pokeperson. She had milk white skin and red hair burning red eyes and long purple claws. Kristen said, "Tell Zane we will stop soon".
I took off and flew towards Zane and repeated the message. He shrugged and jabbed me in the back with one of his clawed fists. He grinned stupidly. At that point I knew it was going to be worse than living in the slums.
I know it's a bit short but it's just trying to set the scene so I know where to go with this.