Chapter 3 - …The Storm
The sky was pitch black, and the woods were quiet. Only one noise could be heard, the slow trudge of a trainer's feet. It was Kieran, and he was severely creeped out. The silence was eerie, not even the cry of a Hoothoot could be heard. He sighed. It didn't look like he was likely to reach Victory Road in time after all. He was just deciding that it was time to stop and rest, when suddenly, there came a noise.
"Who is it?" he shouted. But there was no answer. "Show yourself!" but the rustling in the bushes continued. But then, without warning, a figure leapt from the bushes, dressed all in black with an 'R' emblazoned on the front. "
Give me your pokemon and I'll let you go." Said the figure. Kieran laughed quietly.
"Like that's going to happen." The Rocket drew six pokeballs in quick succession and threw them. A Nidorino, a Muk, a Skuntank, an Arbok, a Skorupi and a Beedrill burst out in front of him. Uncaring, Kieran picked a single poke ball from his belt and opened it. Out came his Kabutops. "Earthquake!" yelled Kieran. The wave instantly K.O.d all the Rocket's pokemon save one, the Beedrill. But before the Rocket could do anything, Kieran said "Now, Storm Striker!" one of Kabutops' scythes changed to water and crashed into the Beedrill, reforming in seconds, as it fainted.
For a second, the Rocket just stood there with his mouth wide open. Then, furious, he returned all of the pokemon, before smiling, a crooked, terrifying smile.
"Well, if I can't take your pokemon, I suppose you will have to do." With that, he threw an empty poke ball directly at Kieran. He had no time to move, and barely enough to think – just enough to wonder why. It couldn't touch him, could it? Then it struck him, and his vision went scarlet red, and there was the most painful sensation, like being squeezed through a straw full of knives. And then the light faded, and all he could feel was his own body suspended in a tight ball position, and he couldn't move – it was like there was a wall in the way.
He was inside the poke ball, and he could well understand why some pokemon hated it. All this went through his mind in a second, then, desperate to escape, he tried to move, but he couldn't. All he could do was throw his bound body against the wall, once, twice, and a third time- and there was a flash of light, and he was free. He noticed two things in quick succession- he was standing on a pile of clothes, and he was completely naked. He looked down at his groin. Nothing. Flat like a pokemons. He screamed, a sound of primal fear.
"What the hell have you done!?" he yelled at the Rocket, who just stood there, a cruel smirk on his face. Then he said
"Well, now you look like a pokemon, you may as well live like one too." And with that he drew another ball, an ultra ball this time and threw it. Kieran could do nothing, it was like he was rooted to the spot, and it struck him hard on the side of the head. A flash of red light, and the painful sensation of a tube of swords. And he was trapped again. He threw himself with all his power against the side of the ball once, twice and a third time, to no avail. Then came a loud click, sounding like the death knell of life itself. And he felt his consciousness fade away.
As he struggled to stay awake, he thought 'This can't be happening – I'm not a pokemon!'
And he was right. He wasn't. Not yet.
Attacks
Storm Striker-Water Type, Power 80, Accuracy 90, PP 15. High critical hit rate. Physical.