THE WHITEST OF THEM ALL
A White Arcanine Story
Chapter 4- A New Friend.
Being hooked up to machines with flickering lights, being literally in the dark for weeks on end, having liquid food pumped into your veins for years, among other things entering your veins, like hormones, mild poisons, not so mild poisons, and the like, having blood tests every day and hundreds of operations, cant be good for you. It just may send you round the twist, like many experiments before me.
I kept my mind though. Just barely. For four long years I withstood this, passing the time by focusing my mind and developing telepathic powers, partly inherited by the 45-hour operation to intertwine Absol DNA with my own body. I had many operations of the same strain, my body violently rejecting the DNA of all the pokemon they tried except for two. Absol and Flygon were the lucky ones. Lucky, because I don't think I could have withstood much more of this.
After they exhausted my body from each operation, from every blood test, I stood, cuffed, in agony for hours on end, focusing my pain. It is from this test, that I learned to talk human talk, and how to levitate things, such as myself.
I learned many other things, like whom these people called themselves, the "Nature-Loving Team Magma" of course; their main goal was to expand the landmass, thus creating unbalance in the world and therefore the extinction of all living things. I also learned of a trainer who repeatedly foiled their plans.
More years passed, and I grew listless. I had tried many times to escape over the last 4 years, each time I was unsuccessful. Obviously, as I was still trapped, all my paws cuffed, the scars of millions of needles and knives scattered across my dirty grey hide. My eyes had lost their spark, and my nose was constantly dry and flaking. My hair, my once magnificent mane, had become a few sparse hairs, my tail not much better.
Then, one day, that all changed.
I could hear a screaming roar and shrieks of pain a few doors away. Thinking I was in another hallucination, I continued to attempt to sleep, though it evaded me. The roar grew louder, and the door was literally ripped open. That got my attention. I lifted my gaunt head, and watched as an enormous beast, bigger than I was, was finally subdued and brought in. 'groudon' the name popped up into my head. I knew instantly that this was the descendant of one of the creators. I watched as it was chained up, and glared at the magmas, blindly doing the willing of Maxie, their leader.
But, as I hadn't been fed for the last week, I couldn't do much else. I hung my head and drifted into a nutrient-deprived sleep, of sorts. The next thing I know, I think it was the next day; I was awaken to an earth shattering roar, and the realisation that I had food flowing through my veins once more.
"Could you keep it down?" I asked the struggling ground pokemon. "bellowing isn't going to get you anywhere. They'll just cut back both our food, and there isn't much as it is."
Groudon looked at me, and said his gravelly voice "and why should I listen to what an arcanine says?" before going back to struggling at the chains that bound him.
"Because I can get you outta those chains."
Groudon looked at me. "If I cant move, then how can you? You're tied up too." He asked me.
"Do you promise to get me out of these cuffs?"
"If you unchain me, I'll unchain you."
"Right then." I looked over the chains, and found the padlocks. Concentrating on one at a time, I made them all rust and decay into dust before the creators' eyes. After I had finished, I looked at him. "I kept my end of the deal."
"Okay then," he said stretching. "Don't move." And with that, he swung his spiked tail at me, severing the metal cuffs from my paws."
Sighing with relief, I looked at the scars the cuffs had made. "Thank you." I said, easing myself onto all fours for the first time in over a year.
"No probs. You help me, I help you right?" groudon said, before saying "I'm a groudon, the creators grandson. But you can call me Spike." Spike said, holding out one of his great clawed hands.
A canine smile on my face, I held out one of my forepaws. "it is an honour to meet a direct descendant of the great creator. I am named Silver, and I am what humans call a pokemorph, meaning partly human and partly Pokemon. But, as I am trapped in this form, I greet you as an arcanine."
After we shook our paws, I looked around the room. "How 'bout busting out of this joint? I know I've been in here for four years too many, and I have a feeling you'd think so too if you know what's in store for you."
Spike looked at me. "Yeah, sure, but do you know the way?"
"Oh yeah." I'd gotten so close so many times, I knew the way in my sleep. "Lets do this thing." I said, with deadly calm.
So, watcha think? I'm gonna post this, and then maybe start on the next chapter straight away, or maybe not. Anyway, reviews encouraged, etc, etc. (
A White Arcanine Story
Chapter 4- A New Friend.
Being hooked up to machines with flickering lights, being literally in the dark for weeks on end, having liquid food pumped into your veins for years, among other things entering your veins, like hormones, mild poisons, not so mild poisons, and the like, having blood tests every day and hundreds of operations, cant be good for you. It just may send you round the twist, like many experiments before me.
I kept my mind though. Just barely. For four long years I withstood this, passing the time by focusing my mind and developing telepathic powers, partly inherited by the 45-hour operation to intertwine Absol DNA with my own body. I had many operations of the same strain, my body violently rejecting the DNA of all the pokemon they tried except for two. Absol and Flygon were the lucky ones. Lucky, because I don't think I could have withstood much more of this.
After they exhausted my body from each operation, from every blood test, I stood, cuffed, in agony for hours on end, focusing my pain. It is from this test, that I learned to talk human talk, and how to levitate things, such as myself.
I learned many other things, like whom these people called themselves, the "Nature-Loving Team Magma" of course; their main goal was to expand the landmass, thus creating unbalance in the world and therefore the extinction of all living things. I also learned of a trainer who repeatedly foiled their plans.
More years passed, and I grew listless. I had tried many times to escape over the last 4 years, each time I was unsuccessful. Obviously, as I was still trapped, all my paws cuffed, the scars of millions of needles and knives scattered across my dirty grey hide. My eyes had lost their spark, and my nose was constantly dry and flaking. My hair, my once magnificent mane, had become a few sparse hairs, my tail not much better.
Then, one day, that all changed.
I could hear a screaming roar and shrieks of pain a few doors away. Thinking I was in another hallucination, I continued to attempt to sleep, though it evaded me. The roar grew louder, and the door was literally ripped open. That got my attention. I lifted my gaunt head, and watched as an enormous beast, bigger than I was, was finally subdued and brought in. 'groudon' the name popped up into my head. I knew instantly that this was the descendant of one of the creators. I watched as it was chained up, and glared at the magmas, blindly doing the willing of Maxie, their leader.
But, as I hadn't been fed for the last week, I couldn't do much else. I hung my head and drifted into a nutrient-deprived sleep, of sorts. The next thing I know, I think it was the next day; I was awaken to an earth shattering roar, and the realisation that I had food flowing through my veins once more.
"Could you keep it down?" I asked the struggling ground pokemon. "bellowing isn't going to get you anywhere. They'll just cut back both our food, and there isn't much as it is."
Groudon looked at me, and said his gravelly voice "and why should I listen to what an arcanine says?" before going back to struggling at the chains that bound him.
"Because I can get you outta those chains."
Groudon looked at me. "If I cant move, then how can you? You're tied up too." He asked me.
"Do you promise to get me out of these cuffs?"
"If you unchain me, I'll unchain you."
"Right then." I looked over the chains, and found the padlocks. Concentrating on one at a time, I made them all rust and decay into dust before the creators' eyes. After I had finished, I looked at him. "I kept my end of the deal."
"Okay then," he said stretching. "Don't move." And with that, he swung his spiked tail at me, severing the metal cuffs from my paws."
Sighing with relief, I looked at the scars the cuffs had made. "Thank you." I said, easing myself onto all fours for the first time in over a year.
"No probs. You help me, I help you right?" groudon said, before saying "I'm a groudon, the creators grandson. But you can call me Spike." Spike said, holding out one of his great clawed hands.
A canine smile on my face, I held out one of my forepaws. "it is an honour to meet a direct descendant of the great creator. I am named Silver, and I am what humans call a pokemorph, meaning partly human and partly Pokemon. But, as I am trapped in this form, I greet you as an arcanine."
After we shook our paws, I looked around the room. "How 'bout busting out of this joint? I know I've been in here for four years too many, and I have a feeling you'd think so too if you know what's in store for you."
Spike looked at me. "Yeah, sure, but do you know the way?"
"Oh yeah." I'd gotten so close so many times, I knew the way in my sleep. "Lets do this thing." I said, with deadly calm.
So, watcha think? I'm gonna post this, and then maybe start on the next chapter straight away, or maybe not. Anyway, reviews encouraged, etc, etc. (