True Dedication

Chapter 3

Author's note: From here on in I'm trying to make the chapters longer for those of you who want to read longer parts. I'm sorry that I don't usually have the patience to type longer chapters, but that's just me n.n; So anyway, enjoy! And come anything, I'll continue to work with this story until I can come to a good conclusion.

Damian opened one eye.

Boy, for some reason he was cold. He shivered slightly, and then waved his tail around him to bring up his body temperature.

Wait…

TAIL!

Feeling around his back, Damian finally grasped hold of a fluffy yellow tail that did, in all rights, appear to be… his.

Surprised, Damian lifted a paw (this was becoming weirder and weirder to him) and felt around his neck.

There was a collar of fur there.

Then, patting his head, he realised there was fur there too. Jumping off a bed with amazing agility that surprised him so much he practically flew forward into a wall, he headed over to look in a mirror that was placed about his height.

Peering into it, Damian realised one of the strangest things in his life.

He was a Flareon. No doubting it. As he peered into the mirror he saw a Flareon staring right back at him.

Feeling incredibly confused (and hungry, now) Damian sat down to ponder this. Of course, now being a Flareon he had a limited attention span and so went over to bat at a small ball in the corner of the room.

After he had gotten bored of that he realised something...

Where were Meganium and Char-Char!

He looked around the room for the familiar sight of some Pokèballs and his belt to hold them on, but nothing.

Not even his Pokèdex was here. Even his clothes were missing. It felt…

Well, it felt strange.

But, he supposed it didn't matter, as he was a Flareon.

Now Damian had become excited with the prospects of possibly gaining Pokèmon abilities. Leaping into the air, he did a tackle attack against the bed (which actually made his shoulder sting quite badly.)

He tried Flamethrower, but all he succeeded in doing was puffing out some smoke. Maybe it was just a little too advanced for him at this stage.

He decided to try something a little easier, Ember. It was a fire move, just like Flamethrower, but much easier to perform. Puffing himself up, the now-Flareon coughed and spat flame everywhere, setting the bed on fire by accident. It didn't really matter though, as the bed was looking a bit worn from all the jumping and tackling he had done to it.

So he had sort of done a favour in setting fire to it.

Damian raised a paw to his throat. The fire hadn't hurt his mouth or anything. Was it because fire Pokèmon were so used to the control of fire that the blazing heat toughened their throats?

It was too much for him to ponder right now.

He just sat down and watched the bed collapse. Actually, for some reason, he really wanted to go and jump in that fire. It looked rather nice.

Dashing for the bed, Damian bounced about for a while in the wreckage and then curled himself up.

Breathing one more tiny blast of flame onto the bed to keep him warm, Damian wrapped his tail around his legs and fell asleep.

Through the two-way mirror on the wall, the two scientists who had captured Damian, Dr. Ein and Dr. Zwei, noted his progress.

Looking up from his notebook, Dr. Zwei grinned. "Subject is expressing the natural behaviour of the Flareon, as in wanting to sleep in warm places, immunity to fire, and so on."

Dr. Ein smiled back. "Yes, this experiment is truly working... We have morphed a human into a Pokèmon..."

Hanging up their labcoats, the two scientists slowly made their way out of the lab, leaving the now-Flareon Damian to sleep in the blazing fire of the bed, which was slowly breaking into pieces of metal and ash.

Damian slept, unaware of what was happening.

Author's note: In case anyone's curious (I doubt it) this took 2 pages of MS Word. Anyway, I hope you enjoyed it and please review!