This is my first Pokemon Transformation story I have ever written I hope you like it Please give me as many revive of what you thank of it, both good and bad.^_^
PS
This chapter is now longer then it was before
(By 8TailFox)
Chapter 2 Mr. Lee
After I got off the bus, I walked a couple of blocks from the bus stop. I came across an old steel gate. The gate was chained closed and had a large padlock keeping them together. I reached into my pocket and pulled out a shiny silver key. I unlocked the padlock and took off the chain. I look through the bars to see the area beyond the gate.
The entire area was surrounded by a wooden fence. The tall fence was topped with barbed wire. Inside the wall was a large warehouse with a small house attached to it. The property lawn was brown in large spots, some places were overgrown, and there were weeds growing everywhere. In addition to the weeds, there were three old stripped cars laying on cinder blocks in front of the house.
As I walked across the lawn towards the warehouse, I could see that most of the windows were broken or boarded up. There was a few old graffiti tags sprayed over the outside walls of the large building. Soon, I reached the door of the warehouse. I walked in and must've taken just five steps before I heard...
"Freeze, Buster!"
I froze on the spot. I waited for something to happen, and the voice continued.
"So, you came into my warehouse to steal my umbrella! Think again!" There was a sickening click. I recognized the sound of a gun cocking from the movies.
"Umbrella?"
As I took a few more steps toward the voice, I saw a small computer room to the side. There were an old metal table, each with a working computer. Wooden stools were scattered around the room. There were a couple fans on the table, and bars on the window. At the far end of the room there was another door. Standing beside the far door, wielding a shotgun, was a balding 70 year old man. What little hair he had left was white and grizzled, and thick glasses rested on his small nose. He was wearing a faded brown bathrobe, and pink fuzzy slippers. His gun was pointed directly at a large wooden Indian statue. There were several umbrellas hanging from its arm.
As I got closer, I called out the old man's name, "Mr. Lee!" He suddenly turned, his shotgun aimed directly at me. One thought shot through my mind like lightning: DUCK AND COVER!
I dived down underneath one of the heavy tables. At the same time, the gun went off, barely missing me but hitting an old 1975 Miss Sunday calendar hanging on the wall behind me.
"Ha Ha! I see you brought yourself a partner! Come on out, you thieving thief you!"
"No! Wait! It's me, Mr. Lee! It's Sam, your helper, buddy, pal! Don't shoot me!" I said nervously.
The old man slowly lowered his shotgun, "Sammy? Is that you?" Mr Lee had nicknamed me Sammy from that old song.
"Yeah, it's me." I said as I slowly poked my head out from under the table when it was safe. I got up onto my feet as I dusted myself off. I could see that Mr. Lee once again had his shotgun pointed at the Indian statue.
"Good timing, Sammy! Quick! Get some rope so we can tie up this thief."
"Mr. Lee, where are your glasses?"
"Glasses? I lost...them..." As he said it, I noticed the ancient looking glasses resting on his balding head.
"Uhh, Mr Lee? Have you tried checking your head?"
Mr Lee turned his head, still holding the shotgun in his hands tightly. "Do you honestly think I would forget my glasses on my own head?"
"Yes. In fact..." I reached up and with a quick flick I pushed his glasses down to rest on his nose. As it landed, Mr Lee got a good look at his thief.
"Oh dear. What was that thing you kids say? Ah, yes. 'My bad.'"
"No worries, Mr. Lee. It could happen to anyone...at your age."
"Right, Sammy. By the way, you are an hour late."
Rats. I had hoped he wouldn't have noticed that I had come in so late.
"You know what this means, don't you, Sammy?"
I looked down and slumped, "Overtime."
"That's right!" As Mr. Lee took a seat at a table with an old computer, mouse and keyboard. Beside the computer was a...brand new digital camera?
"Uh, Mr Lee, why do you have a digital camera?" As I got closer to the camera, I saw the computer screen turn on. It was set to an online auction site. In the corner there was the username, Mr Lee's Old Warehouse Goods. I turned to look at the old man again, "Is that an eBay page? Why do you have an eBay account? What do you need the camera for? What, are you selling the warehouse stock?" As I spoke I became more agitated.
"Well, you see," Mr Lee started in a nervous voice, "I'm getting older. And I have spent 50 years in this warehouse at minimum wage. I heard about this e-Bay thing where you can sell anything. Since there are a whole bunch of old, unclaimed boxes just gathering dust around here, I figure it all must be worth something together." He said, starting to smile.
Something doesn't seem right. Mr Lee is an old fashioned kind of guy so someone must have told him about eBay, and convinced him to sell the unclaimed boxes, and it wasn't me.
"Oh, and one more thing, "Mr Lee said, "You and your friend will be working tonight taking out the unclaimed boxes from the back and taking stock of what's in there. They've got red X's on the sides so they shouldn't be too hard to find. When you're done with that, just continue with the repairs and cleaning."
"Okay. Wait. What friend? I'm the only one doing any work around here." Unless... It couldn't be him, could it?
"Well, in any case, he's in the back right now with the unclaimed boxes. Time to get to work." Mr Lee turned back and sat down at his computer to check for any bids. As for me, I left the old man to get my tool belt hanging off the coat rack near the entrance to the warehouse. There was a flashlight, a ring of keys, notepad, pen, and label maker. As I attached it around my waist, I started off towards the back.
Down the hallway in front of me there was a double door, totally grey. As I pushed them open, I was blinded by light. In a couple of seconds, my vision returned. There were four rows of four large sets of shelves, all set in front of me. There was a large empty space in the middle that had a few tables and chairs.
As I walked forward towards the middle of the room, a shadowy figure appeared from the top of the shelves. It began to slowly follow me, moving when I did, towards the center of the room. I stopped halfway to the middle, in between the stacks. I got the feeling that something was watching me. I had a feeling I knew who it was, too.
I sighed loudly, then said under my breath, "Dave..."
At that same time, the shadow figure jumped from the top of the stack straight towards me.
Author:There you go Sam the next chapter is longer than the last one.
Author:Are you happy now?
Sam Character:Yes, yes I am
Sam Character:Andthank you for the newest chapter for my character
Sam Character:I can't wait. what happens to me in the next chapter?
New Character:Hey! wait a minute. what about me?
Author:What about you?
New Character:You gave that Mr Lee guy a part in your story and I am barely in this chapter.
Sam Character:Don't worry. You will be in the next chapter
New Character:Why do I feel like I got the the short end of the stick.
Thank you Icepokemon814, tam007, Foxyjosh and nujum for reviews my last chapter and tell me what you think of my characters and what kind of new characters should I create in the future of this story.
