David's Story

[Basset]

The Introduction

I decided to write a short story about David because I didn't want to make David's history go on and on. If you want to read David's list, go to his link:

[Basset]

Chapter One

The First Day

Where am I? was the first thought that formed in my mind when I awoke to find myself in a white padded cell. My next thought was, Have I gone insane? Only insane people are locked in white padded cells. At least I'm not in a straight jacket. Straight jackets almost always proved craziness. And that would never have been good for my reputation when I got back home. If I ever got home. The chances of getting out of a sealed room were never good.

And what had happened last night? When I tried to remember what went on last night, nothing came back. How long had I been unconscious? Hopefully not longer than a night.

My situation hadn't fully processed in my mind before a wave of pain surged through my body. With clenched teeth I fell to my knees, wishing I could die then and there. But instead I just collapsed onto the ground. Within seconds I found everything going black, but maybe I was just to tired to keep my eyes open, or to even notice that they were closing. Slowly I found myself slipping into a deep sleep. Or at least, as deep as you could sleep on a floor.

After what seemed like a few minutes (but was probably an hour or two) my vision slowly started to come back to me, and through incredibly blurry eyes I saw men in white lab coats rushing in, one after another, towards me. I must be dreaming. I thought before feeling a sharp pain in my side.

Moving my head slightly, I saw a man with short brown hair and hazel eyes standing over me, and a huge needle stuck in my side. "What the hell?" I yelled, all sleepiness gone. I had to get out of there, and fast. Who knew what else these creeps could do. The man didn't say anything after pulling the needle out walking towards the door, but he did turn around and glance back at me, a somewhat sorry expression on his face. And within seconds my world turned black again.

When I finally awoke I was in a different room, strapped to a cold metal table. And of course, my shirt had been taken off revealing my unincredible chest (I don't really like to work out, not that I'm fat or anything, just not buff). No wonder the table was so cold. I hope I'll get it back was the first thing I thought, and I was slightly ashamed. I was more concerned about my favorite pink shirt than my life. How shallow could I get?

Once I was done internally beating myself up the door burst open and the same man who stuck me with the needle walked in. Oh, great, I thought, rolling my eyes more needles, just what I need.

The man slowly walked towards me, clad in jeans, a black shirt, blue converse and a white lab coat. I could just barely make out the name that was stitched onto the coat, and the thought of who had captured me mad my heart beat faster. I had been kidnapped. Kidnapped by Team Rocket. "What....what are you going to do with me?" I asked, trying to make my tone unafraid but failing. And I couldn't help but notice that the man was fairly good looking...

He didn't answer my question, instead he walked over to my side and sat down in a brown wooden chair and stared at me. "Do you know why you are here?" the man asked. I shook my head, unable to speak, which was very uncommon for me. Usually I couldn't stop talking, and often got in trouble for it. "Well, we need your help David." he said with a soft smile.

"Wait.." I managed to say, my throat feeling like it was burning up. I needed a glass of water, and yet again I wondered how long I had been out. "How do you know my name?" I finished, not wanting to talk again, ever. It hurt to much.

"Well, that's a tough question David. But we will get to that in a second." the man said, leaning back. "First, I think you should know my name. I'm Jacob Johnson, and I will be the scientist working on you." Wait, now I was an experiment? That didn't seem right at all.

"You have no right to keep me here!" I suddenly burst out, forgetting the pain in my throat. But instead of reacting slightly scared, like I had hoped, Jacob just started to laugh. "What are you going to do to me? Yell me to death?"

Still laughing he pulled out some cards with different Pokemon on them. Holding them up one by one the scientist proceeded to ask me which Pokemon I wanted to become. At first I thought he was joking, but Jacob continued to hold them up. My choices were a Shuppet, Persian, Growlithe, Charmelion, or a Magikarp. I had reached out to grab the Charmelion card, another man in a white lab coat ran up to Jacob. After a few minutes of whispering in the scientist's ear the man ran back out.

"So sorry David." Jacob said, sadly laying the cards down. "It seems that someone has already used Growlithe and Charmelion. And I was so hoping to be able to try using a Fire type." Suddenly, David realized what he was going to become. At home he had heard rumors of Team Rocket kidnapping people and doing horrifying things with them. Turning them into something half human and half Pokemon. I was going to become a PokeMorph.

"I don't care, just not a Magikarp." I croaked, shaking slightly. I didn't want to become more a a freak.

"Okay, Persian it is. I find Ghost and Dark types are to overdone anyway." Jacob said pulling out a needle. "And David, this is going to hurt." he added as I felt a sharp pain in my side. For the third time that day my world turned black.

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Chapter Two

The Operation

When I finally woke up again, I knew that something was going to happen. I was still strapped to a cold metal table, I was still shirtless, but this time, my pants were gone. I started blushing, even though no one was in the room with me.

Trying to ignore the fact that I was even more exposed than normal, I looked, trying to figure out where I was. But the only thing I saw was sharp pointy tools. The thought of what awaited me scared me, more than I had ever been scared before in my life.

As I finally started to come to grips with what was happening to me, the door burst open, and about a dozen people in white scrubs and operating masks filed in. I squeezed my eyes shut and braced myself for the large about of pain that was coming my way, but after a couple minutes I relaxed not feeling anything. Apparently something was missing, since all of the people were in a large circle, whispering to each other.

After a few more minutes, the door burst open for a second time, and Jacob walked in, wearing what seemed his only pair of clothes and a surgical mask too. I still couldn't believe that he was in charge of all of this. Jacob just seemed too nice to be cutting into people and changing them into some type of monster.

Seeing the scientist walk over to my side and pick up an incredibly sharp looking knife, I squeezed my eyes shut for a second time, hoping that it would help. Of course it wouldn't, but I hoped.

Right before he brought the knife down, I thought I heard Jacob mutter something almost inaudible, meant for me and only me.

"I'm so sorry David."

A scream of pain escaped my mouth, and my hands balled into fists as I felt the first wave of pain. I clamped my mouth shut, squeezing it as tight as I was squeezing my eyelids and fists in a desperate attempt to stop the pain. I wouldn't be able to survive this, I knew it. But the pain kept getting worst, there was nothing I could do.

I felt a hand roughly force my mouth open and stick something in it, and right after that I felt something cold and refreshing fill up my mouth. I took a gulp of the water, hoping that whatever I had just taken would stop the pain and put me to sleep. And it did.

For what seemed like the hundredth time, my world turned black, and soon I was asleep, dreaming of being back at home and not having a care in the world.