"I...I...I'll go."
The Rocket, wasting no time in case she changed her mind, slipped on the collar. Even as he was doing so, Gaby was thinking of a new tactic.
Gaby, in final desperation, sang. Not just any song.
Lugia's song.
A blinding flash lit the area. During the flash, Gaby's body was turning into a Lugia's. First the feet, then the torso and the tail, then the arms, and finally the head. If one could have witnessed this transformation, it would have been described as a graceful blend of two worlds, changing from one from to the next.
When the light subsided, a fully formed Lugia stood where Gaby had been standing. There was a distinct difference, however, in the eye colour. Normally, a Lugia's eyes would be sea-blue and peaceful. However, strange things happened in that lab 5 years ago. Instead of a peaceful blue, they were a blazing, fiery red.
The Rocket looked up terrified, and Kip looked up in wonder. The Rocket hit a button on his belt. Kip tried to read the button's label, but to no avail.
The Lugia suddenly took off straight at the Rocket. The Rocket cowered and ducked. But surprisingly, the Lugia picked up the control panel in its mouth. Throwing it up in the air, the Lugia used its psychic powers to push a single button down. The barrier around Kip was lifted.
The Lugia's eyes met with Kip's, and Kip understood. The Lugia was Gaby, and Gaby was asking him to run. He didn't know how he knew, he just did. However, he did not obey. He stood rooted to the spot, wanting to help his friend.
The Lugia, its eyes turning to a light blue, once again met with Kip's. He didn't know what this message meant, but a second later, he understood perfectly.
Kip was thrown back, dodging trees and bushes, until he was so far from the scene that he couldn't see or hear anything. Suddenly, he was dropped to the ground with a soft thud. Kip got up and started running. But by the time he got there, he was too late.
Trees were smoking. Water was everywhere. A trail of blood disappeared into the trees.
She was gone.
Kip dropped to his knees. In front of him was a single white feather. This was all his fault. If he hadn't come, the Rocket wouldn't have had anything to bargain with and Gaby could've escaped. He felt terrible. What could he, a 15 year old, do to rescue Gaby from a team of evil and cunning Rockets with more powerful Pokémon? What could he do?
He knew the answer almost right away, even as he was picking up the white feather. He knew what he had to do. He had started this, so he would finish it.
He had to go after Gaby.
Right after Gaby had sent Kip away, a horde of Aquas, Magmas, and Rockets had come swarming to the scene. Gaby had blasted this way and that, thrashing, bleeding, until she had finally collapsed. Another flash of light, and a bloody body lay on the ground. Bloody, and barely alive. The 3 teams had carried her off carefully, so as not to kill their creation. Blood streamed out of numerous wounds, including one from her head. Her tail, feet, torso, arms, and legs were all bleeding simultaneously.
"We got to get this girl out of here!" A female Rocket said. "She'll die if we don't get help!"
"Yeah, well, if it cuts my pay raise, then I'll hurry!" said one of the male Aquas.
"But what about this girl's life? Don't you have a heart?" The female Rocket retorted.
"Uh, no!" The Aqua said, laughing. Soon others joined in laughing at this 15 year old Rocket.
"Fine! I'll take care of her myself!" The girl retorted. She pressed a button on her belt that read 'Communicator'. She spoke now to the microphone at her ear.
"Sir, the morph is in our custody, but she's close to death. We need serious back up NOW!"
On the other end of the microphone, there was clearly a reply, because the Rocket pushed the button again and looked at the Aqua.
"He's sent out a medical crew. Ha!" The Aqua walked away with his buddies, mumbling angrily. The girl smiled, satisfied.
A few minutes later, the Pokémorph named Gaby was in a medical copter, and recovering. She'd lost a lot of blood, and was in a coma, but her body was stabilizing. The coma, on the other hand, was a problem.
"What are we gonna tell the Boss?!?! 'Sorry, you can't see her right now. She's in a coma. Come again soon!' ?!?!?"
"I don't know, but if the Boss really wants to see her, then we have no choice!"
"But like that girl said, doesn't anyone care about this girl's life other then getting a pay raise?"
"I care! She's a revolutionary breakthrough!"
"I care too. She is, after all, the first and only of her kind!"
"Call the Wildlife Foundation! We have an endangered species here! Please, ta-"
The conversation was cut short by a soft rustling. Both Rockets looked down. The girl was moving, and suddenly her eyes flickered open. The Rockets gasped. Instead of blue, as they had been told they usually were, they were...
Blood Red.
The girl sat up suddenly, and lunged at one of the Rockets, knocking him down. She started clawing at his face in a blind rage. The second Rocket took a needle filled with some blue liquid and stuck it into the girl's arm. She looked at the Rocket who had stuck the needle in her arm, then fell limp.
"What... What did you inject her with?" The Rocket who had been attacked asked. He got up shakily. Red marks were all over his face and neck.
"A tranquillizer formula. Maximum strength. She'll be out for a few hours."
"Well, at least this solves our coma problem!" They both laughed cruelly, looking down on the girl.
2 hours later, the helicopter landed. The two Rockets carried the girl out of the plane. Many of the spectators gasped at the marks on the Rocket's face.
"What happened?" "Does it hurt?" "Did it do that to you?" "You spent 3 hours with that thing?!"
All of these questions and more rang out from the crowd. The Rocket only answered, "Yeah, and if you don't want to get hurt, get out of the way!"
The Rockets took the limp body into the headquarters. They turned left, right, right again, left, and finally right. They stopped at a metal door with a key pad on it. The first Rocket extended a hand and punched in the code, 2268742. The door opened slowly, and the Rockets stepped inside as the door started to close behind them.
They were in a large, white room filled with cages and test tubes and every other thing you could think of in a science lab and more. Strange creature floated in test tubes and sat in cages. If Gaby had been awake, she would have screamed, because almost all of the creations were dead.
The scientists put the limp form of Gaby into one of the glass cages. Once the glass was sealed, a force field appeared. The glass was impenetrable from the inside, and you had to get past the force field first.
Gaby was trapped.
The Rocket, wasting no time in case she changed her mind, slipped on the collar. Even as he was doing so, Gaby was thinking of a new tactic.
Gaby, in final desperation, sang. Not just any song.
Lugia's song.
A blinding flash lit the area. During the flash, Gaby's body was turning into a Lugia's. First the feet, then the torso and the tail, then the arms, and finally the head. If one could have witnessed this transformation, it would have been described as a graceful blend of two worlds, changing from one from to the next.
When the light subsided, a fully formed Lugia stood where Gaby had been standing. There was a distinct difference, however, in the eye colour. Normally, a Lugia's eyes would be sea-blue and peaceful. However, strange things happened in that lab 5 years ago. Instead of a peaceful blue, they were a blazing, fiery red.
The Rocket looked up terrified, and Kip looked up in wonder. The Rocket hit a button on his belt. Kip tried to read the button's label, but to no avail.
The Lugia suddenly took off straight at the Rocket. The Rocket cowered and ducked. But surprisingly, the Lugia picked up the control panel in its mouth. Throwing it up in the air, the Lugia used its psychic powers to push a single button down. The barrier around Kip was lifted.
The Lugia's eyes met with Kip's, and Kip understood. The Lugia was Gaby, and Gaby was asking him to run. He didn't know how he knew, he just did. However, he did not obey. He stood rooted to the spot, wanting to help his friend.
The Lugia, its eyes turning to a light blue, once again met with Kip's. He didn't know what this message meant, but a second later, he understood perfectly.
Kip was thrown back, dodging trees and bushes, until he was so far from the scene that he couldn't see or hear anything. Suddenly, he was dropped to the ground with a soft thud. Kip got up and started running. But by the time he got there, he was too late.
Trees were smoking. Water was everywhere. A trail of blood disappeared into the trees.
She was gone.
Kip dropped to his knees. In front of him was a single white feather. This was all his fault. If he hadn't come, the Rocket wouldn't have had anything to bargain with and Gaby could've escaped. He felt terrible. What could he, a 15 year old, do to rescue Gaby from a team of evil and cunning Rockets with more powerful Pokémon? What could he do?
He knew the answer almost right away, even as he was picking up the white feather. He knew what he had to do. He had started this, so he would finish it.
He had to go after Gaby.
Right after Gaby had sent Kip away, a horde of Aquas, Magmas, and Rockets had come swarming to the scene. Gaby had blasted this way and that, thrashing, bleeding, until she had finally collapsed. Another flash of light, and a bloody body lay on the ground. Bloody, and barely alive. The 3 teams had carried her off carefully, so as not to kill their creation. Blood streamed out of numerous wounds, including one from her head. Her tail, feet, torso, arms, and legs were all bleeding simultaneously.
"We got to get this girl out of here!" A female Rocket said. "She'll die if we don't get help!"
"Yeah, well, if it cuts my pay raise, then I'll hurry!" said one of the male Aquas.
"But what about this girl's life? Don't you have a heart?" The female Rocket retorted.
"Uh, no!" The Aqua said, laughing. Soon others joined in laughing at this 15 year old Rocket.
"Fine! I'll take care of her myself!" The girl retorted. She pressed a button on her belt that read 'Communicator'. She spoke now to the microphone at her ear.
"Sir, the morph is in our custody, but she's close to death. We need serious back up NOW!"
On the other end of the microphone, there was clearly a reply, because the Rocket pushed the button again and looked at the Aqua.
"He's sent out a medical crew. Ha!" The Aqua walked away with his buddies, mumbling angrily. The girl smiled, satisfied.
A few minutes later, the Pokémorph named Gaby was in a medical copter, and recovering. She'd lost a lot of blood, and was in a coma, but her body was stabilizing. The coma, on the other hand, was a problem.
"What are we gonna tell the Boss?!?! 'Sorry, you can't see her right now. She's in a coma. Come again soon!' ?!?!?"
"I don't know, but if the Boss really wants to see her, then we have no choice!"
"But like that girl said, doesn't anyone care about this girl's life other then getting a pay raise?"
"I care! She's a revolutionary breakthrough!"
"I care too. She is, after all, the first and only of her kind!"
"Call the Wildlife Foundation! We have an endangered species here! Please, ta-"
The conversation was cut short by a soft rustling. Both Rockets looked down. The girl was moving, and suddenly her eyes flickered open. The Rockets gasped. Instead of blue, as they had been told they usually were, they were...
Blood Red.
The girl sat up suddenly, and lunged at one of the Rockets, knocking him down. She started clawing at his face in a blind rage. The second Rocket took a needle filled with some blue liquid and stuck it into the girl's arm. She looked at the Rocket who had stuck the needle in her arm, then fell limp.
"What... What did you inject her with?" The Rocket who had been attacked asked. He got up shakily. Red marks were all over his face and neck.
"A tranquillizer formula. Maximum strength. She'll be out for a few hours."
"Well, at least this solves our coma problem!" They both laughed cruelly, looking down on the girl.
2 hours later, the helicopter landed. The two Rockets carried the girl out of the plane. Many of the spectators gasped at the marks on the Rocket's face.
"What happened?" "Does it hurt?" "Did it do that to you?" "You spent 3 hours with that thing?!"
All of these questions and more rang out from the crowd. The Rocket only answered, "Yeah, and if you don't want to get hurt, get out of the way!"
The Rockets took the limp body into the headquarters. They turned left, right, right again, left, and finally right. They stopped at a metal door with a key pad on it. The first Rocket extended a hand and punched in the code, 2268742. The door opened slowly, and the Rockets stepped inside as the door started to close behind them.
They were in a large, white room filled with cages and test tubes and every other thing you could think of in a science lab and more. Strange creature floated in test tubes and sat in cages. If Gaby had been awake, she would have screamed, because almost all of the creations were dead.
The scientists put the limp form of Gaby into one of the glass cages. Once the glass was sealed, a force field appeared. The glass was impenetrable from the inside, and you had to get past the force field first.
Gaby was trapped.