Pokemorph School

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I opened my wings, and was about to fly off, when suddenly, i heard a loud crack, and instant, overwhelming pain throughout my back. I glansed over, and noticed a rocket member, with a whip... How do thay know that one of my greatest fears is of whips? I wondered for a moment, then with another loud crack,I felt the whip circle around my neck, and slowly begin choking me... in moments, the Rocket member had used a combination of the whip and his leverage, to knock me to the ground..
 
An icy cold hand gripped the rocket by the throat, and another pulled the whip from his hand, undoing the pressure choking the flygon morph. "Did you want this? Or can I have it?" Holding up the rocket, tight enough to hurt, but not to kill.. At least, not tight enough to kill yet anyway.
 
I was shivering, both from pain and from fear... I didn't really care WHO held the whip, all it ment to my mind was resulting pain... reminded me of back home, only this time the pain stopped, no matter how temporarily...
 
I put the hood of my sweatshirt over my head and got ready to leave, when I saw Eclipse being choked by the whip. "I should call 911......' I thought, forgetting my powers. "Bleurg.." I groaned, exsaughsted. I focused on moving the Rocket away from Eclipse, but instead of psychic, my hands glowed green. I lifted my arm, and a beam of multicolored light shot from the palm of my hand, hitting and breaking the whip. Psybeam, of course!

((Oops, posted late...))
 
Skye used her usually present static electricity to call a lightning bolt forth from the sky, which thoroughly destroyed the machine. By now, most of the Team Rocket members had been knocked unconcious, or worse...

Skye flew to the other morphs as police arrived on the scene. She looked at her fellow companions, however distant and cold they may feel towards her.

"We should leave," she said, her voice carrying a tremendous weight. "We do not belong here."
 
I didn't say anything, but I was still shivering, now from the suggestion that the Zapdos morph had givin.. Go home? for what? just to be hit even more? I thought silently.. I wasn't moving at all, lest I give the Feraligater morph enough reason to induse any more pain on me... I didn't really care who he was, but the whip ment nothing but pain for me..
 
Skye looked to Feraligator morph strangely. She tossed back her mane of soaked, blond hair, revealing her cold, blueish purple eyes.

"I meant leave for good," she told them, her muscles tensing as the cop cars drew nearer. "There has to be a place where we can coexist, but here is not the place. At least, I can't stay here."

Her wings flapped, creating a heavy whooshing sound as she hovered anxiously in the air. The rain began to lessen, and she looked up at the slightly clearing sky with longing.

"I can't stay here knowing that they know what and who we are now," she told them. The policemen and women were looking in their direction now. "Staying put for these cops to capture us will only mean more trouble."

She hovered in the air, nervousness beginning to take over her small, quivering frame. She shook her hair to rid it of some of the dampness, and looked at her companions urgently.
 
as usual, I didn't say anything, but I considerably relaxed once I noticed that the whip was no longer an issue. I scanned for areas in my mind, but what I really wanted to do was head north, and get out of the tropical areas.. and get back to my real parents... the ones I had to deal with currently... were not my favorite people, putting it lightly.. absentmindedly, I rubbed the scars on my wing, as I normally did then I was stressed...
 
Skye flew straight up into the air, beating her wings furiously as the police crew neared them, now at a sprint. They carried what looked like tranquilizer guns at the ready.

"It doesn't matter where we go!" she cried. "We just have to leave NOW!"

With that, she took off into the clouds, letting the dampness soak her body once more. She wiped her eyes furiously as she soared homewards. She landed beside a small, cottage-like home. Her room was in the attic, and it was there that she rushed to gather some important things.

Her parents had been away on a long business trip, and had not witnessed their daughter's drastic transformation. Tears flooded her eyes as she packed her things. She sorted through her clothes, taking only what would last, like her comfortable, thick jeans, her usual shirts, and a black cloak make of wool she had fashioned for herself, since her normal jackets did not fit because of her giant wings. Into her backpack along with her clothes, went a flashlight, some matches, followed by a hatchet her father had given her last year for her birthday.

Skye had always been quite the tom boy, fashioning bows and arrows to shoot at haystack targets. She picked up her bo staff, surveying its sleek, maple surface, hefting it in her hands expertly. She then tucked her numchaku (numchucks) into her belt, stuffed her bag with a few more extra items, slung it over her shoulder, and flew out of her house.

She paused, feeling warm tears trickling down her face. She ran back indoors to change out of her wet clothes, leaving them on the bathroom floor, and put on a dry pair of jeans, along with a black tee-shirt. She threw her cloak over her shoulders, and replaced her backpack on her right shoulder. She ran to the table, swiping a sheet of scrap paper that rested by the phone, and wrote a letter to her parents:

Mom and Dad,

I love you very much, and I know that you love me too. I am sorry to leave you, but I will be alright.

I will return someday.

I love you.

Skye

She left the note on the table, and dashed out the door once more, bo staff in hand, and her backpack slung over her shoulder.

The sound of sirens assaulted her ears. She prayed silently that the other morphs had made an escape and were now safe. With a quick beat of her powerful wings, Skye joisted herself up into the air, and made for whatever clouds would give her cover.

***

She flew endlessly, the trouble far below, nothing but oppertunity ahead. She flew north, to what appeared to be a very large Pokemon reserve. She set down at a cave on the steep cliff of a mountain, far away from everything and everyone.

With thought to the other morphs, Skye built up massive static electricity and took off into the grey, almost raining clouds that had at one point nearly drowned out her whole school. She let off a powerful bolt of electricity, hoping the other morphs would see it, and understand that it was her.
 
I ran at the sight of the cops. They were after me! Beads of sweat fell down my face. I remembereed how I had teleported before out of the school by mistake. I consentrated on my room at home, and was there. I picked up my school backpack from last year, and dumped everything out onto the floor. Taking a pencil and peice of blank paper from my old binder, I wrote a short note to my mother.

'Dear Mom,

I've left for a while, and may not be back for a pretty long time. Don't bother looking for me, though, as you would probably not reacognise me.

-Kiri'

I then packed clothes, my gameboy, my laptop and some money from my clefairy piggy-bank.
I put the backpack on, and teleported outside. I didn't know where I would go, or what my fate would be.
A raindrop hit my ear, and I looked up. I saw a lightning bolt in the distance, and decided to go in that direction.
 
I examined the ordinary seeming lightning bolt.
"Incorrect positioning, wrong ionic charge, that is not a natural lightning bolt." I thought of the zapdos morph, and decided to investigate, walking to the nearest river, as I'd be much faster in water than on land.
 
Skye rummaged around in her backpack for her flashlight, and flicked it on inside the cave. It went deep, too deep to explore today. She slumped to the floor of the cave, feeling melancholy.

The sun was sinking below the horizon, and Skye shuddered from the cold. She went out into the forest on the mountain to gather some firewood, and returned to the cave. She journeyed further inwards, lest the light from her fire be discovered by those she did not favor. She lit a piece of paper with the matches she had brought, and sat to watch the little flames take to the wood.

For the first time in a very, very long time, she was lonely.

"I wonder how the others made out...?" she asked herself softly, gazing at the dying daylight.
 
by then, I had already started flying north... Without really thinking about it, I had planned the route to where I used to hang out with my old friends, before I had to move south... Tiering quickly, I landed about halfway to my destination, right next to a glade... I knew I shouldn't have to worry here.. unless by some twist of fate, my father caught up to me...
 
I heard a twig snap, and looked over, as my father revealed himself. "you've been evading me far too long. time for your punishment." Suddenly, without warning, I feat searing pain all over my back. My dad had brought out a whip, and he was extremly fast... when I had finally been beaten to submission, he grabbed me, and teleported away...
 
Startled, Skye jumped when the Espeon morph appeared in the cave, she shot up, grabbing her bo in a defensive position, but once she saw who it was, she let down her guard. Skye walked over to the morph, offering her some food she had brought along.

"Forgive me," she said softly as she sat down by her fire to eat, "but I don't know your name."
 
"I am Skye," she told her softly, looking into the fire with a sadness. "Do you think we we will ever be able to return to the human world?"

Skye looked up at the cave ceiling. Its jagged rocks jutted out awkwardly. She followed the creases and cracks with her eyes. Far off into the cave, the trickle of an underground waterfall could be heard.

Skye pulled out a blanket and glanced at the dark sky outside with a twinge of anxiety. She curled up in her blanket and watched the fire absently.
 
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