Some people never change. Others have to...
Plot: A basic parody of the first Animorphs book, with some pleasant twists and a really kick-@$$ battle.
CHAPTER 1
Hi, I'm Adam. That's pretty much all I can tell you. For now, anyways. Maybe, someday, when the world's safe, I can tell you my full name. And where I live. Until then, you'll have to make do with just my name.
And no, I'm not a paranoid freak. Well, at least, I don't think I am. But maybe I should get that checked out. Anyways, I am fearful for good reason. There is evil among us. I don't mean the gangster-land-greedy-ambitious-mean-tough-bad-guy evil. I mean PURE evil.
Ever heard of the Bleerks? Well, of course you haven't. Okay, then I'm just going to let the whole thing explain itself. It all started one night...
"So what do you guys wanna do?" Steph asked. She's my cousin, although we're not that alike. I'm a medium-height dark-haired Chinese-American boy. She's a tall blond white girl. Don't ask me why we're related. Some distant family connection, I guess.
I'm pretty average. I've got a sizable group of friends, and no bullies pick on me. I've never been able to figure out why, since a lot of other kids my size get picked on. So, as I said, I'm pretty average. On the other hand, Steph is one of those gorgeous leggy supermodel types. Guys drool over her. But despite her good (who am I kidding, great) looks, Steph isn't conceited and caught up in her own little world. She's quite nice and unselfish. However, she can get very aggressive.
Then, there's Mark. He's a bit shorter than me. He's an African-American who loves joking around. He's also my best friend. Again, don't ask me why. We're nothing alike. I like joking around too, and I have a decent sense of humor, but not like Mark. The guy is non-stop goofy 24 hours a day, whereas I'm usually calm and...normal. He thinks he looks cute and handsome, and he does, but not as much as he thinks.
Next up is Jen. She's Chinese-American like me, but more mixed and more white than me. She's sensitive, caring, benign, wonderful...
Oh, heehee. Oops. I, um... Never mind.
The last one that was with us was Jack. None of us really knew much about him on that fateful day. In fact, none of us were really that close with each other. We just decided to hang out. Pure dumb luck. So anyways, Jack was Steph's height. Like her, he was white and had blond hair. He seemed kind of shy and reserved, but with an air of mystery around him.
What else can I tell you? Well, I can tell you that pokemon inhabit our world. They're creatures that we use for battling and keeping as pets. Jen loves nature. So which means that she loves pokemon. She's our expert on pokemon. Little did we know, that knowledge would come in handy real soon.
"The mall?" Mark suggested.
I shrugged. "Fine with me. Jack?"
"Um, sure."
"Jen?"
Jen sort of wrinkled her nose up in a cute way. Well, at least I think it's cute. "You guys decide."
See, Jen doesn't like malls. Steph loves malls and shopping. And yet she and Steph are best friends. Doesn't that strike you as insanely weird? Still, it would be nothing compared to the weirdness that we would experience that day.
"The mall it is then," Steph decided.
I sighed. "But it's a 20-minute walk from here."
Jack spoke up. "I know a shortcut. It's an abandoned construction site."
There's something about an abandoned construction site. It's creepy and feels weird. And everyone knows that YOU'RE NOT SUPPOSED TO GO INTO ABANDONNED CONSTRUCTION SITES. That's like a fundamental rule.
Stupid us. We ignored the rule. If we'd only just look the long way to the mall, everything would've been avoided. But fate decreed that we would visit that place at that time on that day.
So we were walking along, minding our own business, when suddenly, we all sensed something. I could tell, because everyone stopped. It was like there was an aura that appeared out of nowhere.
"You all feel that?" I asked.
"Yeah. But what the heck is it?" Mark wondered.
Suddenly, the air itself seemed to rip apart. I mean it. It just ripped apart, in a flash of brilliant blue. A spacecraft landed. Actually, we didn't know at the time that it was a spacecraft, but what else could it have been? A door opened, and a creature stepped out.
Have you ever watched Hercules or Xena? Have you ever seen those centaurs? This guy was a red centaur, although instead of being half-horse, it was like half-caribou or half-buck deer. Its face consisted of no mouth, two eyes where they should be, and a nose where it should be, although the nose was nothing more complex than a blowhole. Overall, pretty gentle and harmless looking. Then you notice the tail. What a tail.
It was a fearsome-looking 2-feet-long tail. It looked very flexible, yet it was as hard as metal. At the very end, there was a VERY sharp tip. The tip glowed bright red. Red like fire. In all, you did not want to be struck by that tail.
[Don't be afraid,] it said. Only it didn't "say". The message just kind of appeared in my head.
[I am using thought-speak to communicate with you,] the creature informed, predicting our confusion.
"My name's Adam. Who...what are you?" I asked, not fearfully but not exactly confidently either.
[I am Lord Arrengar-Esythrim-Cyrenagunor] the creature spoke. [My race is called the Endelyte. We come from approximately 87,000 light years away from your planet, Earth. I must warn you about a terrible threat to your race.]
"Go on," Jack prodded.
[A race called the Bleerks are here. On your planet. In their natural form, they are gray slimy wormy slithery...] he stopped, trying to find a word to describe a Bleerk.
"Slugs," Mark supplied.
[Yes, slugs,] Arrengar agreed. [However, they have the ability to enter a sentient creature's brain and completely take over the creature. We, the Endelytes, are sworn to defeat these vile slugs and save all of the galaxy's races. Their next target is Earth. Humans. We must stop them from enslaving humans.]
I could scarcely believe my ears. But it was too wild not to be true. This was for real. Holy bejeezus, THIS WAS FOR REAL!
Suddenly, Jen noticed a deep cut on Arrengar's left flank. "You're hurt."
Arrengar nodded and did a sort of thought-speak wince. [I was part of the Endelyte force assigned to destroy the 4 Bleerk Motherships. A Bleerk Knife ship surprised us, and we were shot down. I escaped, wounded. It will be at least 5 years before another Endelyte force is able to come.]
"You say that the Bleerks will come here--" I began.
[They're already here. From what we know, some humans have already been enslaved. They are called Controllers. Most are taken by force. But some fools actually cooperate with the Bleerks. These are Collaborators,] Arrengar interrupted.
"Well, then, if the Endelyte force to Earth is gone, and it'll be at least 5 years until another one gets here, we'll going to need to be able to hold the Bleerks off for 5 years. Mr. Arrengar, we're going to need firepower," Steph stated.
Arrengar paused for a moment. Then he went inside his damaged ship. He came out with a red box. [All of you, touch it.]
We looked at each other and shrugged. We all touched it. Suddenly, a strange tingling passed through my body. Weird.
[We Endelytes have a special ability. We can acquire the DNA of any creature that we touch, and then become that creature by morphing. I have now given you that ability. The power is within you. That is all the help that I can give you. Morphing will be strange at first. You have to be in your normal state first before you can morph into another creature. But most important of all, you must not stay in morph for more than 2 hours, or you'll get trapped permanently in the morph, unable to reverse.]
We looked around solemnly. Five kids with morphing powers against an alien invasion force. It would have to do.
Before Steph could complain and/or Mark could make a snide remark, I said, "Thank you for this gift. We will fight to our best."
Then, a high-pitched whining was heard. It sounded like some kind of engine.
[Hide! And take the morph box with you!] Arrengar yelled sharply.
I got the box and we all dove behind a Dumpster. It was dark, so no one could see us.
CHAPTER 2
A small craft came into view.
[An Arachnid fighter,] Arrengar told us in private thought-speak.
The fighter landed. A creature stepped out. It was...a Scyther?
Arrengar anticipated our confusion.
Another Scyther stepped out. Then a single other creature stepped out. It was...weird. Shaped like an Ekans, but chubbier. It stood vertically, and its total height was about 6 feet. It had 8 sharp feet supporting it at the bottom. Eyes ringed all around its body, near the top. It had two large pincers from arms. Each pincer was also a mouth, ringed with hundreds of sharp teeth.
[That's a Ceteecer. These are all evil Collaborators. Disgusting.]
Then, a final figure stepped out. It was...another Endelyte?
[Konivor One!] Arrengar gasped.
[Hello Lord Arrengar,] Konivor One sneered.
Konivor One said this in public thought-speak, so that everyone could hear. I guess when you're as powerful about him, you don't worry about secrecy much. His voice had an evil, icy tone to it.
As we watched in horror, Konivor One began to morph. It was truly hideous. I could see that Jack was clearly sick, on the verge of throwing up. Eerie crunching sounds echoed through the night as the Konivor transformed. When it was complete, Konivor One was even more terrifying.
The creature that he had morphed into was giant. It had a mouth big enough to fit a small car in. Numerous sharp tentacles slithered about. Then, it attacked!
WHAM! Two tentacles hit Arrengar like whips. Four others grabbed Arrengar and held him steady. The tentacles began moving towards the mouth.
Arrengar struck! FWAP! The tail hit an eye, getting a screech of pain from the creature. Smoke poured out of the wound. Huh. I guess the tip of the tail was fire-hot, after all.
Arrengar struck again. And again. And again. Faster than the eye could see. But Konivor One was winning. It positioned Arrengar over its mouth, opened its mouth, and gave a cold though-speak laugh. Then it dropped Arrengar in.
[AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRGHHH!!] Arrengar screamed as the creature ate him alive. I will remember that scream for the rest of my life.
"Let's go," Jen suggested in a whispered. She sounded like she'd been crying. I realized that there was a tear on my cheek, too. I quickly wiped it away.
We all agreed. Silently, we slipped away.
CHAPTER 3
That night, I dreamed the entire scene all over again. Arrengar's appearance, him telling us about the Bleerks, him giving us the morphing power, his bravery as he fought Konivor One, and finally his death scream.
I woke up in a cold sweat. Had a dreamed the whole thing? Yeah, probably. I mean, it was too whacked out to be real.
Wasn't it?
But Arrengar's last scream was stuck in my head, and, try as I might, I couldn't get it out. No. It was too real to have been a dream. Oh God.
I tried to decide what to do. Yeah, I had a morphing power, but I didn't know if it worked. And if I did fight and something happened to me, what would my mom and Dave, my little brother, do? Since Dad passed away in a car crash, we've all been counting on each other. I couldn't leave them behind.
Oh well, first things first. Time to see if the morphing power worked.
What was it that Arrengar had said? Touch a pokemon and acquire its DNA? Okay, time to test that out on Scratch, the family Meowth.
I stepped quietly, not wanting to wake Mom or Dave. Scratch always slept in the kitchen, so I crept there as silently as possible. There he was, sleeping.
But Meowths had much better hearing than humans. My footsteps awakened Scratch. His eyes opened and he let out a quiet "Meowth".
"Hey, Scratch, c'mere for a sec," I urged.
Scratch obeyed. He came over here and looked at me questioningly.
"Yeah, well, I'm confused too," I muttered. I reached out and touched his head, then concentrated on an image of him inside my head. I felt a strange tingling. Not unpleasant, but definitely strange. Scratch got calm and trancelike.
Had I successfully acquired a Meowth? Only one way to find out.
I went back to my room and closed the door. Then I stood in front of the bed and concentrated on the Meowth inside me. I began to feel the changes.
I guess I did well enough for my first time morphing, but man, it was weird! I felt whiskers spring out as my face got furry and cat-like. Sharp claws grew out of my nails. Then, I began shrinking. I could hear my bones crunching and my internal organs squishing as they shrunk and re-arranged. It was unpleasant, but not painful. In fact, the entire morphing process didn't contain the slightest pain. Just unpleasantness.
Finally, I was a Meowth. Then, I felt the Meowth mind emerge. Playful! Meowths were playful! String! I ran over to a piece of string and began rolling around in it.
Wait a minute. I was Adam, a human, not a Meowth. I seized control of myself again. But man, it had been so wonderful to feel that joyous and carefree.
\Oh well. Maybe some other time.
I concentrated on a picture of myself in my mind. Me, the human. And I felt the changes began.
Demorphing was as weird as morphing, if not more so. Later on, I would learn that the morphing and demorphing processes are unpredictable. One time, you would shrink/grow first, then change. Another time, you would change first, then shrink/grow. Or, most likely, you would do some combination of the two and look like a horribly mutated freak until you were done morphing.
Unfortunately, I had morphed out of my clothes, and I put them back on. However, my underwear had morphed as a part of me. It was probably because the underwear was skintight. I filed that away in my mind for now, and tried to sleep.
The next day, I saw Mark, Jen, and Steph together. I walked over and met them. "Hi."
"Hi. Jen thinks that we should talk about the bullies," Steph said cryptically.
Bullies? Did she mean the Bleerks? Why not just come out and say it? Then I understood. Controllers were all around us, no doubt. We had to be careful.
"Agreed. I'll get Jack and we'll meet in Jen's barn after school," I said. Jen's parents are wildlife researchers. They own a regular house, but they also have a barn here they keep sick and injured wildlife. They treat the pokemon and then rehab them. Jen's parents also own a small forest surrounding the house and the barn. Jen's mom owns an amusement park/zoo in part of the forest. The place is called The Edens. Many endangered species live there.
And so it was agreed. We would meet after school and discuss our gift/curse.
CHAPTER 4
And so, there we were, the 5 of us, after school, in Jen's barn. Two Pidgies, a Spearow, a Pigeotto, a Vulpix, and three Rattatas were currently in there. Jen was tending to their injuries and feeding them.
"So, uh, is there anybody here who thinks that this is just a bad dream?" Mark asked.
No one raised their hands.
"Is there anybody here who wishes that this is just a bad dream?"
We all raised our hands.
"So, what do we do about it?" I asked.
"Well, we can't just sit and do nothing. Arrengar gave us the morphing power for a reason. We gotta fight," Steph spoke up. Typical aggressive Steph.
"Maybe we should wait and do nothing. After all, what can we really do?" Jen suggested. Typical conservative Jen.
"Doing nothing will not help. We've got to face the facts: we alone stand between the Bleerks and domination of Earth," I said. Typical realistic me.
"Oh, very smart idea. I know! Let's go looking for Konivor One again! We can put him to sleep by singing like Jigglypuffs, then we can morph into Rattatas and bite him and pray that he doesn't wake up and kill us all with that big ol' stinger," Mark remarked. Typical sarcastic Mark.
"Wait wait, we don't even know if the morphing power works," Jack pointed out.
"Yes we do. I morphed Scratch last night," I said.
Everyone stared at me. "You morphed Scratch? Really?" Mark asked.
"Yeah."
No one said anything for a few minutes. Finally, Jen spoke up. "Alright. So let's take a vote to decide whether we should be in this fight or not."
In the end, it was 3 on 2, in favor of getting into the fight. Jen and Mark both voted no, while everyone else voted yes. I understood Jen's reason -- she was peaceful. I also understood Mark's reason -- his parents were both dead and he was living with his uncle. His uncle was a poor, lonely man, and if something happened to Mark...
Still, it was our planet. Our family and friends. We had to do something.
"Okay. Now, let's go to The Edens. There's got to be some powerful pokemon there, and we need firepower," I ordered.
On our way out, Mark muttered, "Pokemorphs. That's what we are."
CHAPTER 5
We reached the Edens ate a short walk. Before we had gone, I had ordered everyone to get skintight morphing outfits. In addition, we had all acquired a Pigeotto, a Spearow, a Vulpix, and a Rattata morph.
It was night, and Jen had keys, so we got in easily enough. Still, we had to be careful -- there were one or two night guards.
"Split up," I whispered. "Acquire whatever you can. Be careful."
And so we split up. We all had been here before, and we had maps with us, so we had pretty good ideas of where we were going. I began thinking. Firepower. Firepower. Hmm. Bingo! I headed towards the Arcanine cage.
The Arcanine cage was constructed of solid titanium alloy, because the fire that Arcanine spits is HOT, and anything less would melt. I took out the key that Jen had given each of us and opened the door.
Carefully, I stepped in. Where was it? I breathed quickly and quietly. This was insane! I could die at any moment. Why was I even here?
Then, I noticed it. A mass of orange and black. 350 pounds of raw power. A young Arcanine, probably in his early twenties if he had been a human. I approached it tentatively, being as quick and quiet as possible.
Then, it looked at me. And I froze. This creature could've crushed me at any time, had he been inclined to do so. So, desperately, I lunged. My hand touched the Arcanine, and it suddenly got very still. The Arcanine was in the acquiring trance. I had done it! But I had to leave quickly, since the trance only lasts for a little while.
I quickly ran ousted and locked the door. Then I wandered off, looking for more firepower.
In the end, I got an Arcanine, a Wartortle, and an Electabuzz. There were more powerful water pokemon than Wartortle, but I thought Wartortle was the perfect balance between flexibility and power. In addition, it could battle on land; not many water pokemon could do that.
Mark got a Primeape and an Ivysaur. Steph got a Rhydon, a Magmar, and a Pinsir. Jen got a Kadabra and a Butterfree. Jack got a Vaporeon and an Onix.
"Now what?" Mark asked when we were back in Jen's barn.
"We wait, I guess," I replied.
That was all we could do.
CHAPTER 6
4 days later, something happened. It was after school, and we were doing our homework at Jen's house. Well, at least some of us were. Jack and Steph had gone out to scout the area in their Pigeotto morphs. We had agreed that we needed to keep an eye on the area and wait for the Bleerks to show themselves.
After an hour or so of flying around, Jack and Steph suddenly came back. They flew neatly through an open window, landed, and demorphed. Fortunately, both of Jen's parents were out.
"What's wrong?" I asked.
"An army is headed towards the Edens. About 20 Scythers and 30 Ceteecer. The Ceteecer soldiers are each carrying some kind of laser beam weapon," Steph informed us.
"The Edens? What would they want there?" Jen wondered out loud.
I put my brain to work. Aha! I knew what the Bleerks were up to. "They're going to destroy the Edens. They know that a group survived Konivor One's encounter with Arrengar, and they think that the group is a bunch of Endelyte survivors. They think we're Endelytes. They know that Endelytes can acquire morphs, so they want to destroy any source that would give us morphs to acquire. The Edens is a zoo, so it's the most logical place."
Jack nodded. "That makes sense."
Jen was horrified. "They're going to kill all of those innocent pokemon?"
"Looks like it," Steph muttered, obviously furious.
"Let's go," I decided.
"To where?" Mark asked.
"To battle-test our morphs," I replied.
Everyone looked at me, shocked. "We can't take on that force!" Mark exclaimed.
"Yes we can. Look, if we can't beat these guys, we're never going to defeat the Bleerks. Think of it as a test. If we pass, Earth has hope. If we fail, Earth is gone," I calmly told everyone.
"Let's do it!" Steph yelled.
"Says Xena," Mark sneered.
But in the end, in was unanimous. We were going into our first battle.
CHAPTER 7
We got into our Pidgeotto morphs and flew on an intercept course for the Bleerks. We landed about a mile from them, in dense forest. There, we demorphed and rested a while before morphing again -- morphing too much is exhausting.
I went into Arcanine morph. Mark got in Ivysaur morph. Jen morphed into a Kadabra. Steph used Rhydon. Jack became a Vaporeon.
We were ready for the pokemons' minds, so we gained control of our morphs right away. Still, I loved being an Arcanine! The power! The liquid grace! The utter confidence and fearlessness! I was 350 pounds of moving death. No one challenged me and lived to talk about it!
[This is so cool! Hey wait a minute, did I just thought-speak?] Steph exclaimed.
[You sure did. We can thought-speak when in a morph,] I observed.
[Man, I love this Vaporeon! So calm, in control, and agile!] Jack yelled.
[This Kadabra seems very sure of itself, too,] Jen said.
[Ah, well, this Ivysaur's okay.] Mark, of course.
The Bleerks approached. Arrengar was right when he said that these Scyther were smarter than our Earth Scythers. We could hear them talking as they approached. The Ceteecer talked too, but their talking was incoherent gibberish, so we didn't now what they were saying. And we didn't particularly care. They were going down, and that was all there was to it.
They came closer. When they were about 500 feet away, Steph's giant Rhydon form accidentally broke a twig. It snapped. The Scythers rapidly spun around, alarmed. The Ceteecer didn't have to turn, because they had eyes on all sides. They all began searching for the source of the noise.
It was now or never.
I let out a thunderous roar that surprised even myself. I was sure that every creature within 10 miles had heard and fled. We leapt forward from cover, surprising the Bleerks on their left side.
BAM! I slammed into a Scyther, breaking off one of his blade arms. He lay still, green blood oozing out. I saw another Scyther rushing at me. Scythers have wings, and they can run REALLY fast. This guy was coming at me like a bullet train. However, my Arcanine mind knew no fear. It was concerned, even worried, but not afraid. "ROOOOOOOOOOAR!" My roar froze him in his tracks. I used Flamethrower and spit out a long plume of fire. It toasted the Scyther and a Ceteecer behind it.
SIIIIIIIING! A Scyther's blade arm slashed into my side. Pain. Irrelevant. He dared to challenge me? "Well, I'll show him that messing with an Arcanine isn't a very smart idea!" I thought. Body Slam time.
The thing with Arcanines is that they're incredibly powerful. They are large and heavy. But they're also VERY graceful. I jumped up into the air and slammed my 350 pounds on a Scyther, squishing him into green goo.
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw my friends in action. Mark, whipping Scythers and Ceteecers with his long vines. Jack, freezing a Scyther in mid-air with an Ice Beam. Jen, using psychic power to slam Ceteecers all over the place. And Steph, ramming anybody who got in her way. I returned my attention to my own fighting. WHOOOOSH!! I toasted another Scyther with a Flamethrower.
The Ceteecers fired their weapons, called Scorpio Beams. Only Steph, somewhat clumsy in her Rhydon morph, was hit. But her tough metal-like hide was not easy to penetrate, and while the wound was considerable, it wasn't life-threatening.
We were winning! We were biting, ramming, shooting, and slamming Bleerks all over the place. They were no match for us. They had been caught off guard, and were in no shape to fight us. Bleerk after Bleerk bit the dust, unconscious or dead.
CHAPTER 7
Then, another creature came into view. I had never seen this creature before. It looked like a Beedrill or Venomoth, but much bigger. It had 8 pairs of arms, each tipped with a stinger. Fire burned on the stingers' ends. The mouth contained two long and ugly whips with thousands of sharp spikes. The tongues, I guessed. I realized that this was Konivor One in morph.
The Arcanine inside me was now worried. It doubted its ability to defeat this creature. And I was doubting, too. Seriously doubting.
All of the wrecked Scyther and Ceteecer bodies beamed up. I think they were transported to one of the Bleerk Motherships. After all, the Bleerks couldn't afford to leave evidence that there was an invasion of Earth going on.
[Konivor One!] Steph yelled in private thought-speak to us. We decided not to talk to Konivor One. He thought that we were Endelytes, and that was perfectly fine with us. If we gave away our true identities, the Bleerks would be able to hunt us down very quickly. We were afraid that if we said something, we would give away the fact that we were humans.
[Yes, Endelyte fools. It is I, Konivor One,] Konivor One said, assuming that we knew it was him. And believe me, we knew.
[Get him!] I ordered.
We went into action. First, we had to immobilize him. Jen used her Disable attack, which should've froze Konivor One in mid-air. But Konivor One was strong, and he broke out easily.
[Mark, Vine Whip!] I ordered. Mark reached out with Vine Whip, wrapping his vines around Konivor One. But 4 of Konivor One's 16 arms thrust down on the Vines. SLICE! The fires on the arms' stingers' tips easily burned through the vines.
[Ahhhhhhh!] Mark cried in anguish.
I cursed mentally. Well, there was one more chance to paralyze Konivor One. [Jack, Ice Beam!]
An Ice Beam flew out. Konivor One dodged. Another one flew out. Konivor One dodged again.
Then, Konivor One struck back. He dived and plunged all 16 arms into Steph. WHAMMMM!!
I can only imagine how painful it must've been for Steph. She let out a scream and sank to the ground, barely able to move. She weakly crawled back into the thick foliage. Jen went in with her.
Next, Konivor One whipped his two tongues forward. They hit Jack. The spikes sank into his skin.
[Aaarrrrgh!] Jack screamed from the pain. Then, Konivor One whipped his tongues upward, throwing Jack into the air. He landed in a pond, thank God.
Now, only Mark and I remained. And Mark was injured.
I opened my mouth to spit out fire, but nothing came out! No! I realized with horror that I had run out of fire. This Arcanine was a young one, and it did not have a very big fire sac yet.
[Mark, demorph and remorph, man! You're seriously hurt! Demorphing will heal your injuries! I'll hold him off!] I yelled to Mark.
Konivor One was diving at me now, arms outstretched. That's it, come a bit closer...
I jumped into the air with all my might. CHOMP!! My powerful jaw bit his lower body.
[AAAAAAAAARRRRGGGGHH!] he screamed. "That one's for my friends," I thought coldly.
My weight pulled Konivor One down. But not for long. ZIIIIIIIIING! SLICE!! Two stingers sank into my right flank.
The pain! The burning! I let go and fell to the ground.
And then, help came. Jack, Jen, and Steph had demorphed and remorphed into different pokemon. And Mark was hiding behind a boulder, remorphing.
Jen, a Butterfree, raced out. "Free free free!" she called as she flapped her wings, releasing Stun Spore. Bingo! Konivor One was paralyzed, at least for the moment. Steph was a Magmar, and she was hopping mad. She let loose two Fire Punches, scorching Konivor One. An Onix, Jack, slammed his head into Konivor One, knocking him waaaaaaaaaay back.
Still, Konivor One was not heavily injured. His morph was tough, and he was shaking out of his paralyzed form.
To buy more time, Mark leaped out as a Primeape and did some heavy-duty Thrashing on Konivor One. That damaged and stunned the giant freak of nature.
By now, I was up again. We all knew that we couldn't hope to beat this creature. Our attacks were only buying us time to get away.
Jen slammed Psybeams into Konivor One while Steph kept Fire Punching. My fire sac was now half-full, and I wasn't about to let it go to waste.
Everyone got away from Konivor One, and I let loose a Fire Spin. A column of fire shot out of my mouth and completely surrounded the evil morphed Endelyte. It squeezed tightly, both burning and immobilizing Konivor One.
[Let's go!] I yelled. We ran, demorphing along the way. Then we remorphed into Pigeottos. It was very hard. We were so tired. But finally, we completed the morphs and flew away to Jen's barn.
CHAPTER 8
The next day, we met after school in Jen's barn.
"Man, I had nightmares last night," Jack told us. "This is freaky."
I nodded. "Yeah. But we have to keep doing it. For Earth."
"Yes, Fearless Leader." That was Mark.
I got embarrassed and looked down at the ground.
"So we keep fighting. And we never tell our secret to anyone," Steph spoke up.
We all agreed. Even Mark, although he did so somewhat reluctantly.
"Hey, Mark, what did you call us that day? The Poke-whats?" Jen asked.
"Pokemorphs," Mark replied.
"Cool. I like it," Steph remarked.
"I'm glad that pleases you, Warrior Princess," Mark told her. We all laughed while Steph smacked him on the head.
And so, that's us. The Pokemorphs. Destined to fight the Bleerks alone for 5 years. Starting from the day that we met Arrengar, our lives changed forever. Fortunately, we could change with them. Literally.