Ooooh…On with the fic! nn
I'm going to do Review Replies at the end. This is going to go back a little from the time we left Moltres. This is from Arti's point of thinking.
Three new chars. Trisana, Allinga and Shaz. A Zapdos, a Lugia and a Ho-Oh. :D You rubbed off on me Gaby…
Disclaimer: I don't own Pokemon, though I'd love to. Though I do own Tyson, Jess and Tris…and the others…
Chapter 1: TransformationI felt myself slipping under water, into a tube of glass. The cool liquid pressed my unconscious face as I slept.
I am what humans have called Articuno. I am the bird of ice. Within my feathers, my heart beats strong within its iced covering. I am emotionless. Until now.
I was captured from my lair in the Seafoam Isles, unexpectedly.
This is what happened.
Shouting came from my right. Hushed voices from my left.
I screeched, my ice-colored wings flapping open. I opened my fierce, blood red eyes to the ravaging scene before me.
Black clad men pressed in on me on both sides. I reared up high, and spread my wings into the air. Unbalanced, I flapped up to the top of the icy cavern.
Too late I saw the black gun. My world went black.
Later, I awoke to find I was in a cage, in a dank, enclosed area. The only light came from dim fires from another Pokemon's wings. I remember its name. It was a Moltres.
"Come out and fight me!" I shrieked at the Moltres.
It glanced over, its eyes weary.
"I will not fight." It said sadly, and lowered its head again.
"Are you afraid!" I challenged.
"No." Came the sad answer.
"Then why not?" I asked the bird.
It did not answer straight away. I cawed madly at its stupity. I went too far.
The fires shot up higher than I had seen, and it screeched on word.
"QUIET!" It yelled, and its head dropped lower into its fluffy grayish chest feathers.
I hushed, my red eyes glancing warily at the strange fire-bird. It didn't answer to my questioning gaze. But it started to speak.
"There will be others." It muttered sadly. "Do not be self-centered Articuno. I am the first to be captured by the horribly man in the black chair. He is a slave driver. I once trusted him."
I was amazed. A Legendary, follow a man's orders? It was unheard of.
"He was a cruel, harsh human." The Moltres continued. "But I trusted him nonetheless." His sad black eyes closed for a second. I waited impatiently for more.
But nothing came from the fire-bird.
I started to lose hope when the days rolled by, and my icy plumage dulled into hazy azure.
The Moltres spoke to me occasionally, informing me what was going on in the world around me. He seemed to know much, so I listened to his knowledge with growing curiosity. He had seen much, and fought in many battles. I started to start to warm up to the sad bird. Eventually, we found each other comforting.
A month had passed before another Legendary was brought into our midst.
The first we saw was electricity. There was a flash of eyes in the volts, and screeches and cries. My ears burned from the noise. It sounded as if the air itself was grinding in my ears cruelly.
I recognized the bird to be Zapdos, the spiny bird of Thunder. It screeched at the scared Rockets, and I realized I must have been the same when I had arrived. I looked at my friend. He looked back. We both turned towards the cold, temperous bird.
It's cold, blackish eyes glared back at me furiously.
"What do you want?" It cawed, and tried to streak a bolt of thunder my way. I watched in amusement as the cage absorbed it ruthlessly.
"You won't get out that way." I advised gently.
It screeched in anger and I realized with a start that the cries were feminine. Her long, cruel looking beak started to spin quickly and it tried to escape again.
"What did she just say?" The Moltres' voice was dry with sarcasm.
"I don't have to listen to what everyone says, do I?" The Zapdos roared and tried to slash her way out of the steel bars. Her efforts failed miserably.
"What is your name?" I asked politely.
"Trisana." She snapped.
"Jessica." I replied. I had heard the name before, and quite liked it.
"Tyson." The Moltres said to us. "Calm down Thunderhead."
The Zapdos drooped her spiky head into her spiny chest feathers.
"Fine. But why am I here?" She asked in a more controlled voice.
I glanced over.
"I do not know the concerns of humans." I clipped, my eyes blazing. "But I know its not good."
"Have you heard of Pokemorphs?" Tyson asked, his black eyes finding us in the semi-darkness.
"I…I think so." I replied.
"How humans have their DNA mixed with Pokemon?"
"Yep."
"I think that's what's going to happen to us, except the other way around." Tyson said quietly.
I almost cried out in terror. Not once did I want my DNA mixed with humans.
"We can't stop it happening. Something tells me that we're not the only ones that are going to be changed." He replied to my silent cry.
I ruffled my dull azure feathers sadly.
"How do you know?" Trisana said suspiciously.
"Giovanni thinks in large thoughts! He wouldn't settle for three! He would prefer five!" Tyson snapped, his black eyes staring down Trisana straight in the eye.
She recoiled, and turned away.
Another month passed before two more Pokemon were brought in. I watched in interest as a dozen frightened Rocket Grunts towed the two in.
One was sleek and gray, with parallel lines of navy feathers. It had a spiky feather over each wild violet eye, and it had humanlike hands/wings. I realized I had seen it before. It was Lugia.
The other was rainbow, and sparks of flames burned in its eyes. It sharp, yellow beak snapped at the cage, and it was bad tempered. This was Ho-Oh.
I looked at them both in wonder, and my fellow birds did also.
The two newbies looked at the others and I with matching glares.
"Why are you looking at us like this?" The Lugia said politely, though her voice dripped with rage.
"Yes, Why?" Ho-Oh looked angrier than her partner.
I smiled.
The two birds glared.
Suddenly, the world went black.
So here I am, wondering what is wrong, and what have I done…
I brought my hand up to my eyes…
My HAND!
I screamed, and the scientists crowded around my tank.
"She's awake." One said to them all.
I glared out, and around me.
A red haired boy was floating in the tank next to me. His eyes were shut tight, and his olive colored fists clenched tight. Unmistakably, this was Tyson.
I looked beside me on my other side.
A blonde haired girl was floating. She looked sideways at me, and I saw her black eyes widen. She had a straight; thin curving nose and almond shaped eyes. Her lips were tight and drawn. She beckoned with her eyes to across from me. I looked.
A pale girl was floating in the tank before me, across from the scientists. She had her violet eyes open, and was looking around. Her teeth were clenched, her bluish/black hair floated around her scalp. She was Lugia.
Trisana. Lugia. Tyson. Where was Ho-Oh…
A shriek answered my question.
She was still changing, her glossy feathers melting into dark skin. She became a dark-skinned girl with gleaming red eyes. She wore a feathered gown with rainbow streaks, and a beautiful Opal around her thin neck. She was unconscious.
We found ourselves slipping onto the cool tiles, as we exited the creative cages. The lead scientist spoke to us.
"Greetings." He said.
I felt myself grow hot with anger.
"What are you going to do to us?" My voice was strange and lilting.
"Nothing. But you have a special bond with Pokemon. You can help us." He replied.
Trisana growled.
"What's in it for us?" She folded her white arms across her chest.
Tyson rubbed his eyes.
"Wha?" He said sleepily.
The Scientist's warm gaze turned into a sharp glare.
"Nothing." He snapped. "Guards, activate the collars."
I felt a searing pain down my neck. It felt as if electricity was coursing through my veins. I gasped loudly.
Trisana's neck was alight with blue. She stood firm, but her eyes portrayed what she felt. Pain.
Tyson groaned from next to me. I managed to pull my hands up to my neck, and the collar stopped.
"You agree now?" He waved the remote tantalizingly in front of my nose.
I nodded. I saw the others nod too.
"Great. Move out." He said.
Of course I had no intention of following his orders, though the collar around my neck would be an obstacle I would always be wary of…
End Chapter 1. How exciting! This took a while to write, since I seem to be getting the horrid enemy of writers…
Writers Block!
. ;; Now for RR. Review Replies.
'Not bad, not bad at all. All I can say from your begining is, I think that ists a bad idea to switch from first to third person form cos it will get confusing. But you hjavn't done it here which is good.'
wildste
Well, when perhaps I won't do it. But I think it's a good idea, and perhaps if you remembered it wouldn't be so confusing…Luckily, there won't be much going on yet.
'Mise hate Giovanni.
Wow, you finally got something up. i was beggining to worry about you.
So, are you going to continue again soon or is there going to be anothe 3-month-long wait? i hope not.'
Redemmo
My God, it was 3 months:faints: Geez, I'm sinking lower. :bangs head on keyboard: I … Have … Damn … Writers … Block… on the other fics…
Definitely no more 3 month waits. I'll start on the next chappie soon.
'DAMN! YOU'RE A GENIUS!
Ok, 'my uptightcompanionscreeched'... I think you left out a few spaces there.
Other then that, GREAT! You never cease to amaze me.
And a LUGIA Pokemorph? Why, I think I'm rubbing off on you.
C YA! Keep it up!
Gaby
((Yes, Gaby gets to review the Poke Stories now. Feel honored))'
Ryu the Dragon Demon AKA Gaby
Thank thee. :bows: I have a lot of great ideas, but not many make it onto MS Word. I wasn't going to do a Lugia Pokemorphs, but you DO rub off on me Gaby…So I put in two extra charries I wasn't going to do. You probably know what they are.
That's it for now. Tune in for more exciting episodes NEXT TIME :evil laugh:
