The Beast Within- Prologue

By Killerprimeape (A.k.a. Jake Kingrasti)





"C'mon, c'mon! GIT HIM!" Yelled Jake Kingrasti, bouncing up and down on the couch.

"You're too tense, Jake. Loosen up. Calmeth-le-downeth." Said Ry Senkari, leaning back in a recliner.

"NOOOOOOO! This is the P1 champion match! How can I be calm! It's impossible to."

"Machoke is unable to battle! Primeape is the winner!"

"WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" Yelled Jake at that top of his lungs.

"C'mon, Eddie, pay up."

"Darnkupo." Muttered Eddie Passim, handing a pokebuck to Jake.

"I wish Nick could be here." Said Marin Kasumi.

"Well, you know about his parents and all." Said Ry.

The gang was hanging out over at Eddie's, watching the P1.

"JAKE, SHUT UP! EDDIE, TURN THAT RACKET DOWN!" screeched Eddie's mom from upstairs.

"Someday I'm gonna' be champion of the P1." Said Jake, staring out the window.

"You will when nose-hairs sell for ten bucks on E-bay." Said Marin, chuckling.



Narrator: I would like, if I may, to take you.

Crowd: Where?

Narrator: On a strange journey.

Crowd: How strange was it?

Narrator: Really strange. We begin our journey in the human body, deep down, in the building blocks of life, DNA. Now, scientists have many times attempted to manipulate DNA, sometimes for better, or for worse. In this case, a man once tried to create the ultimate soldier, one able to transform into a creature of amazing power, a Pokemon, and still retain his human intellect. Fortunately for us, his subjects, five pregnant mothers, escaped before he could analyze the results. As it turns out, he succeeded. The mothers gave birth to five children, four boys and a girl, and their names were.

Ry Senkari, able to transform into a Squirtle,

Jake Kingrasti, able to turn into a Primeape,

Amarinda Kasumi, able to transform into a Rapidash,

Nicholas Callahan, able to turn into a Ghastly,

And Eddie Wilson, able to transform into a Moogle.

They were raised to believe their, strange, abilities were simply a form of mutation, somewhat like the comic X-men.

Soon they would find how wrong they were.

Deep within the Team Rocket Secret Underground HQ, Giovanni was sitting with his feet on his desk, his Persian reclining on its couch. He had recently had Butch and Cassidy pull of a rather minor, though tricky, operation. The profit, two hundred thousand dollars, was only enough to keep TR running a few days. No matter, what counted was the experience they needed as one of the more green teams in the syndicate, and the added notoriety for the black, white, and red.

*RING, RING, RING*

His Persian stood up and yawned, annoyed with the sudden sound.

"Hello?"

"Giovanni?"

The voice on the other end had been run through a sort of synthesizer (ala. The movie Ransom), making the voiceprint tool installed in his phone useless.

"Speaking. How the hell did you get this number?!"

"Do you remember project Ultima?"

"Where the subjects escaped, yes."

"How would you like to continue that operation?"

"But Dr..."

"Is dead."

"Yes."

"You don't believe I can continue his work."

"No."

"I have documents, and a very-"

Pause.

"-Surprising bit of info."

"What?"

"Ah-ah-ahhhh. I need a high budget and a lab."

Giovanni thought for a moment.

"Done."

TO BE CONTINUED.