Wrathful Vengeance: Book 1: Chapter 1

Wrathful Vengeance
Book 1: Awakening
Chapter 1: Pendulum Swing, Part I

The first thing I hear is a faint beeping.  Nice to hear an alarm clock.  Alright, maybe that was just a dream, and not whatever just happened.  Those events, dreams or not, haunt my memory, clear as day.  I don't know how I managed to not panic as much as I normally would, especially since I was:
-Strapped down to a table
-Being threatened with death
-Who knows where
Wait a minute.  The beeping is too slow to be an alarm clock.  I slowly open my eyes, and another bright white light shines in my face.  I quickly shut my eyes, the memories of the laboratory incident renewed again in my mind.

A door opened.  Light footsteps fill the room.  I slowly open my eyes again.  At least I can see out of both of them.  I scan my surroundings, trying to find the source of the footsteps.  Before I find it, I notice the obvious; I am in a hospital room.  There.  I see... "A... Chansey?  Isn't that a bit cliche?"  I spoke the last words of my thought out loud.  Yep. Logic still says that this is indeed a wild fantasy, just a dream.  The chansey glares at me, and says, "You should know better than to make a comment like that.  You ought to be grateful that you only got away with a scar."  The chansey grumbles something about how ruthless some group has been in recent months.  What did it say?  I only got away with a scar?  The chansey, a fictional being, is suggesting that the lab incident, as I will refer to the events prior to coming here as, actually happened?  That can't be real. No way.  While I was lost in thought, the chansey had moved to the foot of the hospital bed, scolding me and something called... PRT?  "Excuse me, but could you te-" I begin to ask, only to be cut off by another visitor.  

"Yo, is the guy up?"  The visitor asked, who, I kid you not, is an Accelgor.  "Yes!  Now, I'm busy, so GET OUT!"  The chansey shoved the Accelgor out of the room, and turning back to me, said, "Your vitals are performing fine, and the transformation is progressing well.  You are free to go."  

"What do you mean, transformation?  I don't understand."

"Oh, right," the chansey begins, groaning. "It's too much to explain here, so why don't we go to the headmistress."

"Headmistress?  Isn't that an academy thing?" I inquire.

"Yes, after all, someone has to run the base." The chansey replies, not missing a beat.

"Base?  What do you mean?"  The chansey's answer gives another question.

"Let's just go already." The chansey then almost forcefully pulls me out of the bed.

I got out of the hospital bed, and almost fell face first.  The chansey helped me keep my balance, and then I saw what it meant when it said "transformation."  Now I'm really green.  Wait, actually I'm covered in a green substance.  Additionally, I stand shorter than normal.  Probably because my legs are shorter, becoming weaker in the process.  The chansey lead me out the door, through a sterile hallway, and out into the waiting area.  The accelgor was there, for some reason.

"All right, take him to the headmistress.  I've got other patients to worry about."  The chansey told the accelgor, and left the room.  The accelgor sighs, and says, "Why is the doc always like that?  She'll never find anyone with a crabby attitude like hers."  The accelgor then begins towards a door, leading to who knows where.  "Ah!  I forgot to introduce myself!  I am Xavier.  What's your name?"

"Aidan.  Could we please get going now?"  I reply impatiently.

"Fine, fine.  C'mon," the accelgor beckons me to follow him.  Uneasy, I follow him out the door into another hallway.

Well, a hallway is an understatement for this.  High ceilings, white walls, soft yellow lights, white tile floors.  "It's very..."  I begin to say.  "White?"  Xavier suggests.  

"Yeah, that's definitely it."  

We walk through the vast area, arriving shortly at a large central room.  It reminded me of a capitol building.  Extravagant, domed, four wings.  At one end, to the left of where we stood, a large golden door stood.  Detailed carvings were on it, but I couldn't see what was on it.  To the right of where I stood, decent-sized double wooden doors was placed.  Xavier begins to move towards the wooden doors, and I blindly follow.  He entered the doors, and I shortly followed.

"Hello, do you have an appointment?"  A kirlia asked us from behind a desk.  "No," Xavier began, "but I do have a new pokeuman; a number 577C, to be precise.  Is it a good time?"

"Eh, could be worse.  But make it quick.  The headmistress is very busy."  The kirlia says, shrugging. 

"This... could end badly.  Aidan, stay behind me."  Xavier informed me, and entered the next room.  I followed closely behind.  The room we entered was rather simple.  A desk sat in the middle with a name plaque that read, "Headmistress Nila Wymore".  In the chair behind the desk, a clefable sat, furiosly typing on a computer, with papers strewn everywhere.  Xavier clears his throat.  The clefable, Nila, faces the accelgor and says with frustration, "What is it?  Can't you see that I'm busy?"

"Yes ma'am, but, you see, I have a new pokeuman, code 577C."  Xavier nervously replies to Nila.  I notice that he said that weird word again, "pokeuman".  What does that mean?  

"Ugh, like we need another psychic type, and this one's a reuniclus.  Figures.  Since I'm busy, I don't have time to make him a schedule, but I can give him a room to stay in."  Nila says, a little more softly.  She types into her computer, and a printer beside the desk spits out a piece of paper.  She hands it to Xavier, saying, "Bring this back to me when I have time.  Now get out.  I have work to do."  Xavier wordlessly turns around to where I stand and walks out the room.  I quickly follow after him, the doors slamming behind me.  "Whew.  That could've been a lot worse.  Here, hold on to this,"  Xavier gave me the sheet from Headmistress Nila's office.  I skimmed it over.

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BEAR PAW BASE
RESCUE NUMBER: 1973
GENDER: MALE
SPECIES: REUNICLUS
ROOM NUMBER: 437

PLEASE REPORT BACK TO THE HEADMISTRESS TO RECIEVE SCHEDULE.







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"Room number 437?  Where's that?"  I ask.  Xavier points down a hallway to the right of the doors we exited from.  "You'll be in the southeast wing.  Room 437... hmmmm...  I could've sworn that room was..."  the accelgor began.  

"Was what?"  I asked.

"Eh, it's nothing.  Come on."  He brushes off the question.  The journey to room 437 was uneventful and long.  Not a single word was spoken between us as we arrived at a door with the number 437 engraved into it.  I notice that there is no doorknob.  Xavier seems to read my mind and tells me, "Just touch the door.  It'll open, trust me."  I reach out, and tap the smooth surface of the door, which promptly slides open at my touch.  The room inside was dark, with everything shrouded in shadow.  I walk in, and the door shuts as the lights turn on.

There was no one inside.

It's what I expected, since I never saw anyone else out in the halls.  Maybe the others had classes, since that seemed to be where most of the others were.  However, the four beds (two bunk beds) were all perfectly made, and nothing on the night stands.  Was I the first person in this room?  Probably not, but it was definitely a possibility.  I pace back and forth.  It was nice being the only one in the room, because I could reflect on what had happened.  I formed a list, and it goes as follows:
1. I was kidnapped after experiencing strange changes to my body
2. Crazy lab experiments that I still have no idea how I didn't freak out during 
3. Falling unconscious shortly afterwards
4. Seeing that I was technically living under a bomb shelter
5. Learning that I am turning into a Reuniclus
6. Being placed into a 4 person room, although I am currently the only inhabitant here.
(Oh, but it gets better...)
I decide to check my appearance in a mirror. 
When I see "myself", I see an abomination.  My arms have begun to form seperate "joints", for lack of a better word and then there was my head.  My hair was almost completely gone, weird ear things began to poke out of my head, and my facial features were pretty much non existent.  There was also a long scar running for about four inches vertically down the area of my left eye.  Everything else appeared "normal" (Hah, I wish), and with that, I left the mirror.  I pace inbetween the beds, pondering what will happen next.  What will my classes be?  Classmates?  One question, however, was strong in my mind.  Why is this happening to me?  Why now?