Not as they seem
"It shall be some time before we see you," my Father droned as Alfred, our butler, hurled my aged suitcase onto the ground below. "I wouldn't even get your hopes up for seeing us this upcoming Winter. I can assure you we will be busy," he said callously from the car window. Alfred opened the door to the large people-carrier as my Father rolled the tinted windows up. I stared at him awkwardly for those few seconds, unsure of what to say. The engine roared into life and I watched as the car revved forward and off into the sunset, slowly growing smaller and smaller the farther away it went.
"Bye," I whispered, staring at the car speeding away. It was quite some time before I picked up the case and turned to face the intimidating building ahead. The dull prison school was going to be my home for a very long time, I may aswell try and enjoy the time I spend here, I thought to myself. Afterall, life can only get better. How wrong I was... How very, very wrong.
I trudged up to the brass gates ahead. Pointed spikes pointed out menacingly from the top and a howling lion's head seemed to be the knocker. I gave it a quick rap and self-consciously tucked a blonde string of hair behind my ear. A silence pressed against the cold evening for several minutes. Then, I heard quick footsteps approaching. The gate swung open to reveal a large brute of a man. He was wearing tattered clothes of commoners and his back seemed slightly hunched. His face had a dopey expression plastered onto it. He snatched up my case and began to waddle off. I followed hesitantly, arms folded.
Several minutes later we arrived at the entrance to the school. The gardens were magnificent and well-trimmed but I was already homesick. Although, I was not wanted there. Infact, I was feared there. Several students walked by us but most didn't even spare us a second glance. We entered into the main hall and then took a sharp right, past a flock of scowling well-dressed students and onto the boys dormitory. The brute carrying my suitcase paused outside of a room, threw my case onto the ground and began to walk away.
"Hey! Where are you going?" I snapped.
"I done job."
Oh, he was clearly a simpleton. I despised simpletons.
"Yes, you did very well. Is this my room here?"
"Uh yes. That you room," he said oddly. He stared at me for a few seconds before doing that odd waddle again I turned my attention to the shiny green door, grabbed the handle and slowly pushed forwards into the room. It was pitch-black inside and I groped around in the dark for a bit. My hand hit off of the switch and the room was flooded with light. It was then that I realised I was not alone. There was a sullen-looking boy, around my age, lying on the bed. He gave his jet black hair a quick flick as he stared at me with cold grey eyes.
"Hi," I started, but he averted his gaze back to the book he was reading. "I'm going to be your new roommate. My name is James." He acted as though I wasn't there. Anger rushed through me and I could feel the change happening. NO! Not now, I couldn't let them know about me. I gave a sigh and shuffled over to the other bed, flung my suitcase on the floor and as soon as my head hit the pillow, I was fast asleep.
As soon as my eyes slid open, I knew there was something wrong. My heart was beating fast, much faster than it should be. My vision was magnified and I could see all around me without having to move my extreme yellow eyes. Two antennae pricked up as I felt motion from somewhere in the room. I hopped out of bed, nervous. I darted to the bathroom without sparing a glance backwards. My red feet skimming across the carpeted floor. The bathroom was only a few steps away. I could make it without him realis-
Something hit me and I was knocked over. I looked around to see my roommate staring in disbelief at me. A Pokemon was in his dorm room. He stared at me in shock as he slowly get up from the bed.
"Why is there a Venonat in our-" he started speaking excitedly but the rest of his words were muffled as his mouth was forced close by an unknown force. His hands darted to his mouth, desperately trying to pry them open. But, I knew it wouldn't work. His mouth would be stuck like that until I willed them open. My heart was racing a mile a minute. I closed my eyes and took deep breaths. I needed to calm down. After the third or fourth deep breath I could feel myself change and I embraced the change. In a matter of seconds I was back to my normal self. My roommate gawked in bewilderment.
This was bad. Very, very bad. They knew my secret and I had only been here a night. This was bad. Perhaps... I stalled. Perhaps I should kill him, I thought to myself. Yes, that was surely the only sollution. Slowly, I advanced on the poor boy. I could feel my teeth enlarging. Soon I had two large fangs hanging from my gums. He backed away on the bed. He backed up into the wall. In his cold eyes, I saw fear but... there was something else-- was it excitement? I stopped. My fangs retreating back into my gums. I was not a killer. I simply couldn't do it to him. All I could do was to hope he wouldn't tell everyone. Not that people would likely believe him. I was hunted once for being what I am. It was not going to happen again. I had to scare the boy.
"Hey, you!" I hissed. "I want nothing more than to sink my teeth into you and tear up that juicy flesh of yours. But, I sense promise. I will let you go for now. Be warned though... if you tell a soul about this, I will personally make you regret being born," I added with as much venom as possible. I lifted the Disable from his mouth to hear him speak.
"Y-y-yes," he stuttered. "I didn't mean to harm you. I'm so s-so-orry," he whimpered. "I shouldn't have thrown a book at you."
I turned my back to him and sat on the edge pf my bed.
"What?" I sighed.
"Are you a Pokemorph?" he asked.
My head spun around.
"A what!?" I asked, genuinely curious.
"A Pokemorph. They're humans that can transform into Pokemon. Some have a set Pokemon they can transform into a set Pokemon only but others are more powerful and do... disastrous things," he said. I could hear the excitement in his voice.
"You mean... there are more of my kind?" I quizzed, blood rushing through my veins. My parents had tried to keep me socially retarded. I never could read the papers or watch the television for that matter. I had no contact with the outside world other than my private tutor.
"Yes, but there are few known to man," he said.
"Maybe we can get along, chump," I sniffed. "But, if you tell a soul.." I threaded off making cutting gestures.
I could practically hear him gulp as he nodded solemnly.
"Look," I said with a sigh. "I didn't mean to scare you... honest. It's hard to control when I change so I apologise. If people knew what I really was, they... they just wouldn't understand."
"How long have you been able to change?"
"Ever since I was very young. My first change was just after a trip to the zoo with my parents. I saw this Pokemon. An amazing Pokemon. Here! Let me show you what it is."
I could feel my body growing larger and my shoulders grew much broader. There was an odd, yet familiar, stretching feeling inside. My toes shot out and when my eyes opened I could tell my roommate was impressed.
"Kangaskhan, I believe."
"That Pokemon's called Kangaskhan. It's an incredibly powerful and rare Pokemon." After an awkwardly long silence he continued speaking. "Would you do me a favour?"
"Depends..." I trailed off. I didn't want to help this guy exactly but I needed to keep on his good side.
"Would you pretend to be my Pokemon for a day? People here kind of think of me as a loser and if I had a good Pokemon... maybe they'd respect me.
"Please, man. I really would appreciate your help on this," he said, those cold eyes lighting up.
"Ugh, fine. Just one day though.. And, eh, what's your name?" I asked nervously.
The night air was brisk and I found even breathing difficult, for some unknown reason. A gentle breeze brushed against my skin and I shuddered. The stalky reeds around me swayed as the wind blew by. My ears pricked as their voices reached me. I could hear one word, chanted by scores of villagers. Just one word.
The light from their flaming torches licked at the ever-present darkness. The light from those magenta flames illuminated the people of olden belief. They marched towards me and I knew I had to go. I had to leave now. But, the truth is, I was petrified; rooted to the spot with fear. They knew I was crouching here. They knew there was no escape for me. They knew I... was their prey. Accepting a certain death, I rose to my feet. They screeched and hissed at me like wild animals as rotten tomatoes were hurled at me. A lone tear streaked down my cheek as they repeated that one hurtful word.
"Back off, you disgusting vultures!" a man shouted at the villagers. The voice sounded familiar but I was too scared to recognise him. "He is still the same person. He cannot help what he has become. Please, at least grant him some form of a life. Have you all no shame!?" the man roared.
A different man stood out from the crowd. His taut face was lined with hate. He spat on the ground in disgust as he stared at me and my unknown defendant.
"Funny hoe you're so caring for your son, Howard," the man sneered.
My heart stopped. It was my Father. He must not hate me. My heart filled with hope for that split second.
"After all, Howard. Weren't you the one who wanted him dead in the first place?!" the man snapped.
My hopes were shattered . My life came crashing down before my eyes.
"B-bu," my Father stuttered.
My body began to tremble with anger and the fear left my body instantly. "WHAT?!" I shouted at him. "It was you!" I screamed. The anger overwhelmed me and I could feel my body start to change. It greyw larger and my shoulders broadened. My jaw stretched forward and I felt wings burst out from my back. It wasn't painful in the slightest; it felt like the most natural thing in the world.I had morphed into one of the most feared creatures in existence. I had become a Salamence. The villagers screamed in panic and some of them backed away.
"No, son," my Father begged. "Change back. I didn't mean to!"
I couldn't take much more of it and I felt something start to bubble in the pit of my huge stomach. There was a warm tingling feeling as the fire surged into my mouth. My blue jaw snapped open and I spat out the fire ball. I closed my eyes and gave my powerful scarlet wings some strong flaps as I took up into the sky. I began to fly away. Flying into the unknown. I glanced back to see thick black smoke wafting into the air behind me. Those orange flames swallowed up the grass. If any of them survived, I would be amazed. It took a few seconds before I could admit it, but when I said it, I felt strange; proud even.
"I am a freak!" I roared into the night sky.
"Deerling?" I repeated. "Yeah, it sounds familiar... could you describe it?"
"It's a small, beige-pink fawn-like Pokemon, I believe. It has a tudt of spring flowers atop its head and it has beautiful chestnut eyes. They have long pink ears, with an egg-yolk yellow inside. Is that enough?"
"What's its feet shaped like?"
"Little hooves... Yeah, that's it."
Changing shape at will was a much harder thing to do, but this was for a smaller-shaped Pokemon so it would be easier, luckily. I closed my eyes and began to envision this deer Pokemon. I let my body relax and slump a little. Within a few I could feel my body descending in size, my ears shooting upwards and just different changes everywhere. I opened my new chestnut eyes and looked up at the human.
"Perfect," he said with a smile. "Now, get in this Pokeball, won't you?" Without waiting for an answer a red beam encircled me, drawing me in. I was powerless to resist and I was in the cosy-fitting Pokeball after just a little bit, calm and relaxed.
"You better not be shittin' me, kid," a deep voice snarled. "A real Pokemorph better be inside this or I'll do untold things to you. Got it?"
The boy nodded, dropped the Pokeball of the Deerling on the ground and ran. He was free of the constraints this man held over him.
Would his conscience ever forgive him?
Intended Capture: Deerling - Medium