This is by me, Mitchell. Formula X, Mitchell, and Joe the Team Rocket Grunt are mine. Please don’t copy them. This is the start of a series. I will continue it soon.
Mitchell, the Pokehybrid Pokemon Trainer
It was a normal
day in
A fifteen year-old boy sat in his room, on the second floor of his parent’s two story house. He had messy brown hair, and bright blue eyes. His glasses were almost falling off his nose. He wore loose blue jeans, and a T-shirt. On a chair was hung a band jacket, which was a bit big on him in the sleeves. The boy also had one of those happy smiles. The kind of smile you see on someone who just loves life to live. He also had a rather innocent look in his eyes, as if he didn’t really understand evil.
The boy leaned back in his chair, and
turned up his music, a song by
The boy, Mitchell, thought to himself, <Okay, now, all I have to do is write a report on the virus used to create Pokehybrids. Okay, let’s see…>
As he began writing his report, he heard a sound of scampering. He looked towards the door and saw his pet Pikachu, Lightning. Lightning motioning as if it wanted a treat. Mitchell was feeding Lighting, when the intercom beeped. His mom’s voice said, “Dad’s home. Dinnertime.”
Mitchell got up, did a few quick stretches, and headed downstairs. When he got to the stairs down, instead of walking down the stairs like any normal kid would, Mitchell slid down the railing, like every normal kid WANTED to do.
Downstairs, Mitchell’s mother was lecturing his little brother. Mitchell overheard something about not feeding the school’s Snorlax soap. His father was just getting in the door. Mitchell’s father was holding a briefcase, which was locked to his wrist.
Mitchell asked, “Hey Dad? Doing something secret for work?”
Dad nodded, as he tried to unlock the handcuffs that attached the briefcase to his wrist. “Yes. You know about Pokehybrids?”
Mitchell asked, “You mean humans who have been transformed partially into Pokemon?”
Matthew asked, “Why would you be interested in them?”
Dad finished unlocking the briefcase, and explained, “I have been assigned to guard this briefcase. Inside this briefcase, there are two vials. These two vials contain a formula that can transform a human into a Pokehybrid, LV0. Capable of morphing between human and Pokehybrid forms…”
Mom interrupted, with four steaming hot plates of mashed potatoes and green beans. She said, “Food now. Science later.”
After a good meal, Mitchell asked, “Hey Dad? How come you were assigned to this? Normally you only sell the kind of stuff you can get at any PokeMart or PokeCenter and only to those places directly.”
Dad leaned back, and laughed. “Because the president of Silph Co is my brother, that’s why. I’m only a salesman because I like the job.”
Mitchell laughed along, and then asked, “So, what are you going to do with the formula? How long are you going to keep it?”
Dad thought for
a bit. He said, “Well, the plan was to go about
Mitchell and
Matthew’s happy yell filled the house. “YIPEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”
Mom said, “Good. In that case, we better go rent couple of movies tonight. I’ll go to the car. Oh, and Matthew, before you ask, you cannot have Teenage Meowth-Girls in Heat.”
Matthew began to mutter something unintelligible, while Mitchell thought for a second. <Hey, maybe Dad will let me look at that formula. It would go great on my report.>
Meanwhile….
A band of figures lurked amidst the outskirts of the town. The figures were almost completely enshrouded in the darkness. The only thing that could be seen was the large, stylized “R” on their chests
One of the figures said, “Okay, here is the plan. We will attack the facility at 1200 hours. While we attack the facility, #03529 will attack the house. Make sure the formula wasn’t delayed. If it was, get it, and kill everyone there. If it wasn’t, kill everyone there.”
One of the other figures raised his hand. He asked, “What does 1200 hours mean?”
“It means
“Oh.”
The next day, at
Mitchell leaned closer to his microscope as he looked at a sample of the formula. Mitchell looked over at his computer screen, and launched a word document, with the Verbal Typing addition.
“Okay. Testing. One. Two. Three. Four. Okay. The words are appearing on the screen. NO! I didn’t mean to type that! Delete. Delete damn it. Doh!”
Mitchell leaned over, and manually deleted the text. He muttered to himself. “Stupid Verbal Typing. Why’d my dad make me use this anyway? No! Don’t type that.”
After deleting that text, Mitchell finally got to the actual document.
“Okay. The formula appears to use a genetically engineered retrovirus to trigger a massive cellular metamorphosis. The retrovirus is suspended in a fluid designed to increase its effectiveness, and also nourish it. However, the strange part is that there appears to be massive energy coming from unknown sources in the formula. The energy source, according to the documentation, allows painless change. End Document. Well that looks pretty…I hate my life.”
Mitchell shook his head, and deleted the part of the document after the word “change”. As he saved the document, a massive explosion rocked the house. He fell to the ground.
As he got up, Mitchell heard the intercom beep. Voices came over it.
The first voice was Dad. “Who are you? What do you want? And why did you blow our door open with a rocket launcher?”
A mysterious voice, male, said, “I’m Team Rocket Grunt #03529, I want the formula you have, and I just felt like it. I’m with Team Rocket. I can use Rocket Launchers if I want.”
Mitchell’s mom said, “What formula? We don’t have any formula hear?”
Matt interjected, “What about that Formula Mitchell’s investigating?”
Mitchell heard the sound of somebody being bopped on the head, followed by the sounds of Simpson-like choking noises.
#03529 cleared his throat. “Wow. I didn’t know forty-year old women could pull out mallets. Or, for that matter, that people’s eyes actually DID bulge out when choked. Anyway, where’s Mitchell…Okay, so I guess he’s upstairs. Thanks kid. That’s pretty good for someone who’s being choked to death.”
Mom interjected, “You won’t be able to get into Mitchell’s room. He set it up like a panic room. You can’t get in unless he wants you to. He can suspend it in between the floors of the house.”
“Well, can he hear us talking?”
“Probably, why?”
Mitchell heard the sound of a gun click. #03529 said, “If you don’t come down by the count of ten, I will shoot one of your parents. One...Two…”
Mitchell grabbed the two vials, and rushed downstairs. He put one of the vials in his pocket, and kept the other vial in his pocket. He got downstairs, just as #03529 said, “Ten. Oh. You’re here. Good. Now give me the vial.”
Mitchell thought to himself. “Okay. He doesn’t know there are two vials. But if I give him even one vial, he could give it to Team Rocket, and who knows what they’ll do. But if I don’t give him at least one vial, he’ll kill the family. But wait…”
Mitchell said, “You want the formula? Then come and get it.”
Mitchell took the vial, and swallowed it.
#03529 blinked twice. He then screamed. “YOU DRANK THE FORMULA! DO YOU KNOW WHAT THAT DOES?”
“Yeah. It turns me into a level 0 PKH. I morph between human and po...ke...mon...”
Mitchell fell to the ground, and began breathing heavily. His eyes bulged out for a second. His cheeks began to look a bit flush. It took a second for the people watching to realize that Mitchell wasn’t blushing. His cheeks were turning red.
Electricity sparked around Mitchell as he began to slowly change. His glasses fell off as his ears slowly began to grow. They also became pointed at the end. Mitchell’s face also changed slightly, becoming a bit more similar to that of a Pikachu. Fur slowly began to sprout over Mitchell’s body. As the changes slowly completed themselves, Mitchell stood up. He said, “Is it just me, or is something missing?” His long, lightning bolt tail sprouted, ripping a hole in his jeans. “Oh. That was it.”
Mitchell looked, and saw that the #03529 had his mouth hanging open. Also, his family, who were behind #03529, was sitting there with a couple of cokes, and a bag of popcorn. Mitchell, a bit angry, pointed at them. #03529 asked the question on both there minds. “Why are you eating popcorn?”
Matthew explained, “Well, we had enough time to get some during the TF scene. Besides, you two are about to have a fight scene. Especially since Mitchell has the only copy of the virus in him, except for that vial that fell on the floor.”
Mitchell glared at Matthew. “I am going to kill you. No, seriously, I AM going to kill you. Right after I stop this guy.”
#03529 smiled. “You can’t stop me. I know Team Rocket Grunt Dirty Fighting.”
Mitchell smiled back. “Oh yeah, well I know So Bach Do Mu Do Quan.”
“Huh?”
“It’s a Korean style of Martial Arts. I also know Ninjutsu?”
“Really? How good are you? And don’t forget, I have a gun.” #03529 pointed his gun at Mitchell.
“Well, I’ve read a few books on Ninjutsu, and I’m an orange belt in Soh Bach Do. Oh, and I can do…THIS!!!!!!!!!”
Mitchell shot a stream of electricity at #03529. The grunt’s gun backfired, rendering it worthless, and also hurting #03529. The grunt shook his head, and assumed a fighting stance.
The grunt said, “Okay, now for a Martial arts battle…NOT!”
#03529 lunged at the spare vial of formula on the ground. As he clasped his hand around it, Mitchell simply stomped on grunt’s hand. The vial was crushed under Mitchell’s tennis shoed foot.
#03529 got up, clutching his bleeding, cut hand. Bits of formula seeped into the ground, and also mixed with blood from the glass wounds in #03529’s hand. The grunt yelled, “THAT HURT!!!!!!!! Oh well, I’ll just have to beat you hand to hand.”
#03529 leaped at Mitchell, as Mitchell threw his hands up in the air. As #03529 almost reached Mitchell, he recoiled, shocked, from an invisible electric shot.
Mitchell blinked twice. He said, happily, “Cool! I can use an electric shield technique! Neat.”
#03529 stumbled towards the door, jerking a bit from the second shock. As he walked out, he yelled, “I’ll be back! And when I’m back, you will pay. You have the only remaining sample of the formula within your blood, and I will get it. Especially since we destroyed the lab. Now, goodbye!” #03529 walked out the door, still jerking a bit. Unfortunately, he walked right into Officer Jenny.
Mitchell thought for a second, and turned to his family. He said, “Team Rocket will be after me again. If I stay, they’ll come after you guys also. I’ll have to leave. I could become a Pokemon trainer…Yeah that would work. They couldn’t come after you, because I might not know for weeks. I’ll use Lightning. What do you think everybody?”
Mitchell’s dad said, “Very well. I support you. Just don’t inject yourself with any other formulas. That was a bit crazy and kinda cliché.”
Mitchell shrugged. “Hey, cliché works for me.”
Mom said, “You’ll have to get ready. I have to pack you food, shelter, Pokeballs, more food, potions, more food, and books so you can keep up with school. Oh, and food.”
“MOM!!!!”
Dad muttered, “Luckily for me we have those experimental, infinite storage packs for trainers…”
Matthew smiled. “Since you’re leaving, can I have your room?”
Mitchell laughed. He really did have a fun family.
Later, Mitchell stood at the exit of the town, his backpack slung over his shoulders, and his Pikachu by his side. The best part about was, Mitchell could now understand Pokemon.
Mitchell turned to Lightning, his first Pokemon. “Well, time to go, right Lightning?”
Lightning nodded. “Yep. Let’s GO!!!!!!!!!!!”
“Hey, I wanted that to be my line!”
“Too
Bad. It’s mine.”
To be continued…
Epilogue:
In a prison cell, #03529 sat, irritated at his defeat. He was busy talking to himself. “Damn it all. That stupid kid beat me. Not because of any ability, but just because he shocked me a couple of times! If I only had more power! URK!”
#03529 clutched his stomach in pain. He looked at his wounded hand, which had been cut by the smashed formula. He watched as it began to change.
The officer guarding the jail was chilled by the insane laughter that
resonated through the jail. As the laughter cleared, the officer heard a strange crashing
noise. The officer ran towards the cell of #03529, and saw that it was empty, with a large
hole in the ground. The team rocket agent had escaped.