"Stay away from me, old man!' Lewis cried, stumbling across the linoleum floor.
"Lewis, stay still!"
Lewis nimbly darted out of his grandfather's grasp. "Touch me, and you're dead!" he shouted at the old man, who was cautiously approaching him with a syringe full of electric yellow liquid. "Feeling mighty confident, aren't we?" he said grabbing Lewis around the wrist before he could run again. "I hate you! I hate you! I hate you!" Lewis screamed, tears streaming down his cheeks, as the the syringe was held closer to his neck. "This is for your own good, boy!" Lewis' grandfather said, running the syringe through Lewis' throat. Lewis fell to his knees. A searing pain ran through his head. His vision went fuzzy and he had the stange taste of copper in his mouth. It looked as though the room was spinning. Lewis pulled himself to his feet and glanced in the mirror. His body was covered with short, bright yellow fur with black stripes resembling lighting bolts. His skull has malted to form the distinctable crown of the Pokemon, Raikou. Lewis watched in agony as three foot fangs began protruding from his mouth. Lewis could hear the maniac laughing of his grandfather ringing in his ears. And just as he was shoved into some sort of cold, metal kennel, he blacked out.