I love how you describe the tone of his skin here. Very skillful. xD The part in bold kind of... I dunno. :\ It's just not the way I'd describe his hair. I'd probably say something more like his hair had grown long, looking messy and ragged. Perhaps you could even say that it is dirty, seeing as he's a prisoner and all. I don't know, I think it's just me. :X
Hehe, thanks! And I fixed his hair description, since I didn't think it seemed all that appropriate, either.
Wait! Why is it unfortunate? Wouldn't he be happy that they shared his clothing size, 'cause that way he'd have clothes that fit him.
Whoops, I'm silly. *slaps the extra prefix out of there*
So, is he in a cell or a cage? If it's the latter... well, that would be a very funny looking cage. :\
It's a cage, though I tend to use the words interchangeably. It's meant to look funny, and a later chapter explains this quirk.
Thought this would be an appropriate way to introduce Shade.
That's all that I could find. And, aside from those 'slip-ups', this is a very intriguing story. I'll have a review of chapter two as soon as possible. :)
Thanks again for your time! I hope you liked two through five as much as you did one, and keep on reading please!
(Author's note: This chapter may be a little quirky, but bear with me.)
Chapter Six: 'Morph to Me
Chell sat in front of the small workstation, basking in the dim light of the fifth floor as the sound of whirring fans filled the air above her. She looked with saddened eyes at the monitor, which now read 'Davies Anklet Engraving Complete. Remove from Box 1' in solid white text. She then pulled a small, black cell phone out of her pocket. It showed '11:00 PM' on the display, and the brunette shook her head softly upon finding this out.
There goes my night off, Chell thought, emitting a disappointed sigh.
Oh well... I had to get this done before my transformation, or else Boss wouldn't have let me continue working.
As she reassured herself that she had made the proper choice, footsteps echoed in the distance, and Chell turned to her left to see the stairwell door opening. Boss strode into the laboratory, a regretful frown cast over his face.
"Miss Davies, what are you still doing here?" Boss queried, adjusting his sleeves worriedly. "Your shift ended over six hours ago; don't you want the weekend off?"
Chell nodded and walked to her right, using her left hand to grab a small, metallic hoop from the box-shaped cabinet in front of her. "Of course I want the weekend off," Chell said with a half-smile, her eyes casting a look of despair at the hoop in her hand. "But with my potential transformation into a Pokémorph imminent, I wanted to stay back and make sure this anklet got finished, so I could be identified easily."
"What do you mean?" Boss asked, his left eyebrow raised in puzzlement. "We only make the anklets for the Pokémorphs we create to be our slaves or test subjects. Are you saying you
want to become one of these?"
"Not at all, Sir. I just realized that I'm going to continue working for you, as long as I'm alive after this is all said and done. So, I made the I.D. anklet to be worn over the left foot, and not the right, like our slaves. I intend to come right back and resume production; after all, I can't let Kyra's idiot move doom my
entire life, can I?"
Boss laughed heartily with a pleased look on his face. "You have a point, Miss Davies," he admitted, wrapping his arm around the brunette in a proud gesture. "Miss Jones at least got it right by inviting you out here to work with us. I knew from day one that you'd prove to be a great employee. Actually, it's great that you're here, since I need someone to come down with me and feed Dylan and Shade."
Chell nodded hesitantly, and politely walked out from under Boss's arm. "Sure thing, Boss, but isn't Matthew in charge of doing that?"
"Normally, yes," Boss told the brunette plainly, "but Mister Rodin had to attend his father's funeral, and he wasn't able to make it back in time to do his usual task."
"Right, right... well, you can certainly count on me." Chell's smile faded a bit, as she seemed disappointed not to have a little off-time to reflect on her day.
Boss gave Chell a satisfied grin and walked with her to the door. "I know you're a little ticked off at not being able to take some time off tonight, but I truly appreciate you staying after. I'm definitely impressed with your work ethic, and it's truly commendable that you're willing to go the extra mile for us here at H.Q."
As they walked down the stairs, Chell couldn't help but notice the soft billowing of the breezes up and down the narrow passageway, almost as if her senses were beginning to heighten...
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Dylan growled harshly as his ears twitched wildly, his senses beginning to hit a state of overload from the sudden change in form. "Shade! Pidge!" he rasped angrily from inside his iron prison. "I'm not sure what happened, but
one of you knows! Just come out here and tell me the truth!" Shade just lay in his cage, snoozing quietly as could be. Dylan's ears flattened as he softly added, "Please?"
Although she was still scared and confused, Pidge reluctantly hopped back over to Dylan's side and trilled gently. "I really don't have any clue what's going on, Dylan," she spoke softly, her beak quivering in disappointment. "All I know is that Team Galactic tried two hundred and fourteen times to make a being like you, but failed each time. They said that you weren't even supposed to live a
day after you drank that beaker of Jolteon DNA."
"Jolteon DNA?" the taur questioned as his front paws kneaded the air uncertainly. "Are you freaking serious? I don't know
why I thought that was lemonade... but I drank it, and next thing I know, I'm down here in this piece of crap room. You're saying I'm basically half-Jolteon now?"
"Half?" Pidge cooed with a little chuckle on the end. "No, dear creature; your genetic composition is closer to two-
thirds Jolteon than just
half. Quite frankly, you're lucky to be alive, as when there is a disharmonious balance such as that, usually the body cannot survive."
Dylan scrambled uneasily to his paws and groaned regretfully, a scowl forming upon his muzzle. "And another thing... why the hell do they want to trap us in such small cages? Are we supposed to be like wild animals or something, or is it just torture?"
"Team Galactic tailors each of their cages, old and new, to each new Pokémorph that they create, leaving just barely enough space for a slight factor of mobility. Even before the transformations finish, the estimates for completed size prove accurate ninety-eight percent of the time. And the two percent that they're off, they've overestimated, so fixing these mistakes becomes a breeze."
Dylan nodded and bent downward, resting on his lower stomach, his paws tucking neatly underneath him. "I may just be crazy," he observed, "but I really think you had something to do with me becoming who I am now. While I can't put my paws on it... you've-"
The Jolteon-taur's conjecture was cut short by the flipping sound of a light switch, illuminating the room with a near-blinding luminescence, and the slam of a door. Boss and Chell had returned for a second look at everyone before they went home for the night. They walked slowly toward the trio of creatures, Boss inaudibly whispering something Chell's ear before she walked ahead of him. She seemed fairly nonchalant as she passed by Dylan the first time, but quickly found herself doing a double take halfway to the rations closet.
"Boss, I don't believe it!" the brunette cried with a wide grin on her face. "We did it!"
"Did what, Miss Davies?" the man snapped as he turned back toward his worker. When he lay eyes on Dylan, he hugged Chell excitedly and began to shed tears of joy down her clothing. "I can't believe it..." he cried happily. "We had three straight years of futility... and now we've finally done it."
Dylan seemed more than a little confused at this outburst of emotion. "What are you talking about, 'three years of futility?'"
Boss shook his head as he broke away from Chell, and suddenly stopped his tear flow as easily as his eyes were faucets. "Never mind; it's not important for you to know." He looked back at Chell with a beaming grin on his face. "This is
amazing, though!" he continued. "How come this one survived when the others didn't? It's just mind-boggling, and I
have to know!"
"Ugh, will you shut up?" Shade hissed, his eyes now wide open, as he was jolted awake by all the commotion. "You're more annoying than that stupid Kyra lady! Someone should smack
you over the head with a two-by-four like you did to
her, if you can't shut your stupid mouth!"
"
What?" Dylan hissed as Shade covered his mouth with a paw. "You belted my sister over the head with a wooden
plank!? I swear, if I
ever get my hands on you, I'll choke the life straight out of your neck, and that's a
promise!" This little tirade even shocked Dylan, as he had never been known for being angry, nor did he usually make such specific threats towards others, no matter
how evil they were. His fur stood even more on end than before, if that were possible, as his internal electricity began coursing through him in a rush like nothing the taur had felt before.
Boss laughed slyly, a smile cutting at the corners of his mouth. "We'll see about that, my six-limbed beauty," he chided with a false kindness. "For now, I need to leave. Miss Davies, let's leave our little taurform and snake-wolf hungry for a while, to think about their blatant disrespect. I'll be on my way, so I'll see you tomorrow,. If you could just close up shop down here, you may feel free to go back to your home whenever you feel up to it." He walked over to the stairwell door, opened it up, and began to head up the single flight of steps leading to the ground entrance, the door beginning to swing shut behind him.
Pidge flew over to Chell, and landed on her left shoulder. "Dylan... Shade... I'm a little worried about that man," she trilled with an uneasy look on her face, turning back with a tinge of remorse. She whipped her head back upon the door's slam beginning to echo through the empty space.
"Wait... what?" Chell blurted out, stopping dead in her tracks. "That's
Dylan?"
"That's what he
told me his name was," the Pidgey sang with a ruffle of her wings, "so I think that's it, unless he lied to me about it."
Chell pondered for a minute, and shrugged her right shoulder with a sigh. "Somehow I thought he was someone different," she confessed, "but I think this may explain why we finally succeeded where we failed before. I'll need to confirm my theory with Boss before I can make any suggestions about going forward, though." She sighed softly and sat down, leaning on the front side of Shade's cage. She closed her eyes peaceably, as Pidge hopped on top of her head to follow suit. The Seviper morph sniffed Chell curiously, and nodded as though she wasn't as bad as she seemed. His mind still held a slight doubt about her, though, and he backed away slightly.
As Dylan watched the three next to each other, he turned his attention to Kyra. She had been motionless for hours now, but the Jolteon-taur sensed that she was still alive. The blond's eyes cracked open at a snail-like pace, seeming to be barely able to even move themselves. "Uhh..." she groaned groggily, looking over at the Jolteon morph. "Where am I?"
Dylan's ears perked, and he gave Kyra a toothy grin. "Sis!" he yelped excitedly. "I'm so glad you're alive!" He let out a celebratory jolt of electricity, accidentally sending it straight into Kyra's chest, which promptly electrocuted her, knocking her unconscious as her breathing stopped and her heart stalled instantly from the voltage.
"No... this can't be..." the Jolteon morph wailed as his ears shot back in despair. "Kyra, wake up! I can't lose you like this! Kyra!" Dylan tried to reach his arms and paws out between the bars, but they were slightly too thick to fit. "Kyra, please, I didn't mean to hit you!" he cried regretfully, as Shade looked on with a bittersweet smile.
"Dylan, she's gone." Shade spoke in a wavering, yet gentle tone, as though he was trying to keep himself from laughing or celebrating. "I know it was an accident, but there's nothing you can do."
Not that there's any reason I
should care. I'm glad that wench is out of the picture.
Dylan looked at his sister, and hung his head in shame at his latest deed. In a matter of hours, he had gone from being a normal human being, to a taurform Jolteon guilty of committing murder. As he stared on at the scene before him, tears rolled down his face, sparking slightly as the electricity coursing through his fur sizzled fervently. "Damn it, I just want to be a normal human," he whispered as Shade stared at Kyra's lifeless corpse. "This form has been nothing but trouble for me."
"You're wrong," Shade stated with a soft hiss. "You can't judge this new form of yours just from one accident. Give it time, Dylan; you'll find use for it yet."
The Jolteon-taur sighed and nodded as he kneaded his front paws on the ground.
He's right, a voice in Dylan's mind told him with a passionate confirmation.
We'll get out of here eventually, and when we do, you're going to make up for that murder of yours.
Chell barked softly in her sleep, as small dog ears began to grow at the top edges of her head. A cream-colored tail began to flow out from behind her uniform, waggling softly, which prompted Shade to bat at it with his front left paw. Chell's arms began to grow stripes of orange and black fur, and, as elongated canines shot out of her mouth, her breathing began to become a snarly snore...