I'm Human

We Want Out

Rowan was examining his body, trying desperately to see his current situation as nothing more than a bad dream. So far, nothing seemed to work; not even pinching himself with his new clawed fingers. “T-This isn’t a dream…or a game. We really are Pokemon now…aren’t we?” Rowan asked Aaron, who was still beside him.

“Count yourself lucky.” Aaron huffed. It had taken him a while to calm down, though he was still fuming. “At least you still have your arms and legs. I’m a frigg’n Pokeball!...I wonder what these bastards did to everyone else.”

Rowan grimaced. He didn’t want to know the answer, but at the same time he wanted to know what the scrubs had done to Marcy.

A soft sobbing brought his attention past Aaron to see a Jinx studying herself in a mirror. There was a look of complete and utter horror upon her face. “Hey, Aaron, five bucks says that that Jinx is Jo’s Aunt Sharon.”

“Jinx?” Aaron rolled himself, rather clumsily, around to get a good look at the dark skinned Pokemon.

The Jinx suddenly collapsed to the ground screaming and sobbing, while two scrubs stood over her. “I-I look like a negro!”

“Yep. That’s definitely Aunt Sharon.” Aaron muttered as he rolled back around to face Rowan. Unfortunately, he was leaning sideways, but he didn’t let it bug him too much…yet. “Karma, eh?”

Rowan smirked before sighing heavily. “Do you think the others know about, uh, this? The change?”

Aaron stared at him before growling irritably.

“What?”

“I can’t shrug anymore. Damn those scrub-wearing freaks!” Aaron roared.

Rowan grimaced remorsefully. “Sorry, dude. If we could switch, I’d take your form. I’ve got no use for these legs anyhow.”

“Don’t say that, Rowan. Be grateful that they let you keep them…more or less.” Aaron muttered. He looked up at the scientist who was still standing over Rowan. He had left temporarily to collect a tape recorder. “He’s been recording us for quite a while. You getting everything, shithead?!”

“I don’t think he can understand us. The ones who were working on me said that they were doing something to my vocal chords. They also mentioned something about stitches in my head. Maybe we’re talking like Pokemon?”

“I’m no doctor or scientist, but changing our vocal chords wouldn’t do anything to change our languages, although it will change the way we sound. Messing with our brains and the language side of our brains might.”

Both boys looked up at the man. He had a smug gleam in his eyes as he held the tape recorder out to them. “Are you two done conversing with one another?”

Rowan stuck his tongue out at him in response.

“If I still had my hands, I’d be giving you the bird right about now.” Aaron hissed.

“Are these two ready?” A man pushing a large cart of cages asked as he came up behind the machines. Rowan glanced at the cages to see a hunched over Hypno, a Paras, a Vulpix, and a Meowth, and a Poliwag.

“Yep. Go ahead and take them.” The man said as he helped the cart pusher lift Rowan and Aaron from the machines and place them inside two of the cages.

Luckily, kind of, they were placed beside one another. Adding onto their ‘fortune’ they were finally going to be leaving the lab after who knows how long.

“Are there anymore in the back?” The cart pusher asked.

“It’ll say on their labels.”

The cart jerked forward as the cart pusher guided the cages towards the back room of caged children. Rowan cast an anxious glance at Aaron, who seemed to wear a similar expression. They wanted to see their friends again, but not as Pokemon.