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Josie Galleon
Jynx PokčHybrid
TR Project 033


                                             


    After many a person had come through Giovanni's experiments, many have left.  This wasn't what he wanted.  He wanted them to obey him and to work for him.  The only way he could get loyal subjects was to start turning pokčmon into a humanoid, making them a pokčmorph.  That was proven to work for quite a while, but then they started thinking from the human portion of their brain and they no longer cared for working with Giovanni.  Only a handful of the hybrids and morphs ever stayed with him.  This definetly wasn't what he wanted.  He'd have to find some other way to keep his creations loyal and true.  He'd have to inject more pokčmon, and while they are loyal, he'd had to make more of a bond with them so they'd think how good he was and how foolish they'd be if they were to leave.  But his test subjects were out, he needed more.  So, out went the Rockets to look for a worthy subject...
        In Celadon City, a group of Rockets broke into the PokčMart.  The top police officer there, Josie Galleon, went straight for them.  This African-American lady was the top grade of her class when going to school to become a police officer.  She never lost a fight and swore that she never would.  So, she wouldn't lose this one.  She followed the fleeding Rockets out of town, pulling out her gun and shooting one of the two in the arm.  They ran into some nearby woods and hid.  Josie cautiously followed once in the woods, where she'd be vunerable. Suddenly, one ran by her and she started following.  The Rocket took a sudden turn and Josie hesistated before turning to follow.  But the hesistation was a bad move for her, she knew that, and more Rockets threw a net over her. She started shooting at them until one of the Rockets sent a Wigglytuff out of the pokčball and it sang Josie to sleep.  She had lost her first fight.
        Once she had woke up, she was tied to a chair.  Her police uniform was gone, replaced with a hospital gown.  She lazily looked around, then a bright light shined on her, making her eyes close then start blinking.
    "Galleon.. Would you happen to be Josie Galleon?" a cold, deep male voice said.
    "What's it to you? If you've got me here to feed out information, I ain't got none!" she snapped back.
    "Oh, no, Miss Galleon.  We don't need your information.  We need you."
    "For what?! I don't do anything for kidnappers!"
    "You think of me as a kidnapper?  Oh, no no.  Think of me as a Savior.  But, you don't have to.  Either you follow by my commands, or you die."
    "Then I'll die," she spit right in the direction of the man, but hearing a low cat growl afterwards.
    A cat growl?  Had to be persian.  Meowths aren't that low-pitched.  A cold man and a persian and was kidnapped by Rockets.  Oh, no!!  She was talking to Giovanni!
    "Giovanni, I'd die before I do anything for you," she growled.
    "We'll just have to see how true you are to your word, Ms. Galleon.  Have a nice sleep, rest up so that you'll be ready to serve me."
    "Like hell I-," but before she could finish her sentence, a needle was shoved into her arm very painfully and she tried to hold in her screaming.  When she was going to let her scream out, she suddenly got very tired and fell asleep.  All of that scream that ever came out was a rude name that she called Giovanni.
    She was dragged into a seal-tight room and laid down on the bed.  A few Rockets brought in a red suit with gold around the chest area and red shoes to match.  They also left black gloves and a red headband.  They knew she was going to need it after she was finished.  Giovanni doesn't want a slave in a hospital gown.  And there on that bed, she slept for three days.
    On the third day, she yawned and opened her eyes.  She stretched out her muscles, then looked to her skin.  It was pure black.
    "Ok, I know I'm black, but I'm not THIS black!" she exclaimed.
    She sat up and looked around the room for a mirror.  Sure enough, there was one over in the corner.  She got out of the bed and walked over to it to take a glance at herself.  She couldn't believe what she saw.  Her skin was 100% black (not brown like real African-Americans) and her lips were a light pink.  She rubbed her lips to see if it was lipstick.  It was her real skin.  Then her hair.  Her hair was once a beautiful chocolate color, now it looked like bleach blonde and instead of the oily, thin hair she had, it was thick and seperated into big parts of hair and it went down to her waist.  This was unbelieveable.  She grabbed a lock of her hair and moved it so she could see it with her own eyes instead of using the mirror.  It was still blonde.  Not knowing what she could do, she went back and sat down on the bed, not sure of what happened.
    A few minutes later, a woman with black pointed cat ears hiding in long blonde hair, a red gem in the middle of her head, long whiskers, a long tail, and her body covered in fur walked in.  She looked like a Persian woman.  She was wearing a red tank top with a black R in the middle of it and denim flared jeans with little sequined butterflies at the bottom of them. The Persian woman gave a smile to Josie and a bow.
    "Hello, Josie.  I am Ariel, the Persian pokčmorph.  As you may have realized, or maybe haven't, you are part Jynx, Josie.  The black skin, the pink lips, the blonde hair.  You're what we call a Jynx Pokčhybrid.  A human that was made part Pokčmon.  Feel special, we're becoming more famous and more populated.  Now, I need you to get dressed.  Your clothes are over on the dresser there.  Then I need you to come out and meet with me.  I'll be right down the hall, fourth door on the left.
    "So get dressed and I'll see you then," she smiled and left the room.
    Well, getting dressed wouldn't hurt anything.  She walked over and picked up the red outfit they left for her.   She pulled off her hospital gown and changed into the red outfit that was there.  It was a perfect fit.  The legs were a bit heavy.  As a matter of fact, the whole thing was a little heavy.  This definetly wasn't an outfit you'd buy at a store.  She slipped the headband onto her head and then the shoes on her feet.  She took the gloves and put them on her hands then walked over to the mirror.  She looked ready for action.  She balled up her fist and pretending to be ready to fight.  Liking the outfit a lot, she grinned then headed out of her room to meet up with Ariel.
    She went down the hall, turning on the fourth door of the left.  In there was a long table and Ariel was sitting at the front of it, closest to Josie.  Josie looked down the line of people at the table.  Most of them were the halfies, some were humans.  At the end of the table sat a man she thought looked familiar with his bit of a receeding hairline and that twisted grin, a persian sitting beside him getting petted.  She just couldn't think of who he was.  She knew him, but couldn't remember him.  Ariel stood from her seat and looked down to the man.
    "Giovanni, Sir.  I present to you, Josie Galleon," she smiled.
    Giovanni?  That was his name?  Yes, come to think of it, she remembered that name now and the persian.  But what was so important about Giovanni?  There must have been something.
    The man named Giovanni got to his feet, "Ahh, Josie.  How is my favorite jynx?"
    Ariel looked to Josie, "Giovanni is your boss now, you work for him.  It comes with the jynx half.  Do you understand this?"
    Josie thought for a moment, then nodded.  She felt it was right for her to work for him.  Well, Ariel did and she seemed nice.  Sure, why not?
    Giovanni smiled, "Glad to have you with us.  Now, we must find you a job that you would like to take on.  Come over here, Ms. Jynx."
    Josie blinked, then headed over to Giovanni.  She had forgotten everything right before she was injected.  Something about a police officer came into her head, but she shook it away.  She was Giovanni's employee now, no matter what she used to be.  She walked over to him and stood beside him.
    "Now, I have a list of occupations you can have.  The stars mean that I have no one for the job.  But you pick one to your liking, ok?" he said to her, handing her the sheet.
    She took it and looked it over.  She passed things like Scientist, Theif, Maid, Counselor, Healer.  Then she looked at the starred ones.  Group Mascot, Pokčball Designer, Hybrid Hunter/Assassin, Doctor.... wait, Assassin?  She tried to remember what she did, but she felt like she was right for the job.  She handed it back to him and took his pencil, erasing the star beside Hybrid Hunter.  Giovanni smiled.
    "Very good choice, my pretty Jynx.  We did have one but he decided to leave us.  Very fine man, but also very foolish.  I shall get my top men to train you and make you a killing machine.  You will be my finest," he put his hand on her shoulder. "My very finest."
    From that point on, she was trained to kill and fight, although she already knew much.  She was told about the Hybrid Hunter before her and learned about the mistakes he made, even though they were very few, that way she wouldn't end up the same way.  After about a month, she was ready to go.  She wore a leather belt that held her two Colt .45 automatics.  And the little pouch held bullets and other little items she kept with her.  She loves her pistols, but doesn't always rely on them.  If she wants to use a more effective method, she relies on her pokčmon attacks.
    The month of training was over, now it was time to get her assignments.  She was out to kill and kill she would, in the name of Giovanni and the Rockets.  For he was powerful and only believing in him would make her as powerful.  This is what she believes, brainwashed into the thoughts of the Rockets.  But she likes the life, the killing brings on an adrenaline she needed and didn't have once a police officer.  This is her job, all hers, and like Giovanni said, she was the very finest.
    She had killed her ten assignments, then one day someone was heard sneaking into the building.  Giovanni gave her the newest assignment.  She was shocked to see who it was.  The man she had thought about and tried to be better than, and she'd prove it.  The paper with her assignment only had three words:

"Kill Jim Boom."


To be continued....