Pokeumans: Peter The Anthro Skarmory
"Peter! Get yourself up!" Yelled my mum as light shone brightly from my windows
I groaned as I rolled over in my bed, another Friday, another end to the school week I thought. It's pretty much the same thing virtually every day of every week that I go through.
My name is Peter and I'm 15 years old. I'm really short standing at only 5 ft, the shortest boy in our year level, I had a few pimples on my face and a mop of messy black hair, and the women yelling was my mother.
"Come on get up and get dressed, it's your last day before holidays and I need to wake up your brother and sister." I woke up with a start and bolted straight up from my bed in an L shaped like position. I had completely forgotten about that. I began to rub my eyes, only to notice that when my hand rubbed against my eye, it felt... different, harder even kind of like metal. When I looked down at my right hand, I noticed a small patch of silver between my second and third fingers. It could be a bruise. I thought. But what kind of bruise is silver? Shrugging, I got dressed into my school uniform and then went to the bathroom to comb my hair. I hated combing my hair, I liked leaving bits of it sticking up while the rest was flat but my mother and even my teachers hated it. Made it seem like I was too much of a wild spirit and they thought I looked like a homeless person.
I could care less, I was already having a hard enough time at school already. I was bullied constantly by the other kids because I wasn't like them. They loved camping sports, chatting with friends, but I didn't. I prefer playing video games and reading books and I'd prefer solitude than to talking. I did have a few friends who shared the same interests as me but preferably, I liked to be left alone and the other kids loved reminding me of that.
"Peter!" yelled my mother. "Can you walk to the St. Mary's campus? I need to take your brother and sister to the doctors. They both seem to be burning with a fever." Yeah right, I thought, just another lie so that they didn't have to go to school. "Fine!" I yelled back, well she was at the other end of the house. I got my things and started walking. You see our school had to campuses, the main campus and St. Mary's which it was a primary school until it had shut down due to a shortage of kids attending.
As I had made my way to the campus my left hand had started giving me a tingling sensation, and when I looked down at it I saw the same patch of silver between the second and third finger, just like my right hand. "Should I have told mum" I mumbled out loud. After a few moments of thinking I thought it wasn't worth disturbing her and just went to school.
The day played out as it normally would, we had started with maths and unfortunately we had started linear relations, which I found out that I immediately sucked at it. I was glad for when it was time for recess; I grabbed the snack and drink I had packed for myself A choc chip muffin and a pepsi. I then went to my usual spot on the oval where I thought no one would notice me but then again knowing my luck the opposite was going to happen. About 2 minutes later I was proven right, I really do have terrible luck. The three people I hated the most were walking towards me. Their names were Troy, Nathan, and Luke and they formed their little gang they loved to call the triad. Troy was the leader and the tallest of them standing at around 5 ft 6 inches while Nathan and Luke both stood at 5 ft 3 inches, they were all well muscled so that their punches did hurt. I found that out the hard way. I wasn't a muscled kid so I couldn't hit very hard but I do get very pissed off at times and although my punches don't do much when it's just one, they do add up when they hit in the same spot.
"Well if it isn't the loner" Troy sneered. "What the hell do you want troy?" I asked staring at him in the eyes, not letting him intimidate me. His two henchmen grabbed me by the arms and while I was held down he decided to throw a punch at me, right in the gut. I gave a shout of surprise when I felt him punch me. "Why can you just ever LEAVE ME ALONE?!" I yelled struggling and for some reason Nathan and Luke had let go of my hands and shouted "OW!" I look at them and noticed small cuts on their hands. "Boys!" I heard someone shout and noticed it was a teacher "Now boys are we behaving ourselves? "Yes sir" I said "I was just about to leave." I usually didn't tell the teachers what those idiots do to me, the last time I did they beat me to a pulp and plus I had other thoughts on my mind. School went pretty normal after that, although I did keep getting these tingling feelings on my hand and small headache pains.
When I went back home I spent hours engrossed in my thoughts of what had happened today, how Nathan and Luke had those cuts given to them on their hands and the feelings on my hands and my headaches. When I looked back at my hands, I gasped as I saw that both my hands where covered in that silver steel like skin.
"Peter?" my mum popped her head in the door and saw the state of my hands. "Uh..." I tried to explain but then I saw her eyes glaze over and the next words caught me by surprise. "You're one of them" her voice sounded different, like she wasn't the same person anymore, I saw her pulling out some kind of spray can in her hand. I didn't wait I pushed her away and ran out the door and into the night.
I ran to my favourite spot where I liked to get away from trouble, a road veering of a small hill with a good view of the beach. I sat on the log wondering what had just happened with my mum. I didn't wonder for too long as my hands hard started to get that tingling feeling but it didn't stop there. It went a lot further, more painful. I yelled into the night and when the pain had finally left me, I looked at them and noticed that I only had 3 fingers, my thumb and pinky had disappeared, merging with my other fingers but not only that, my nails had become sharp claws. I put my hand towards the log and drew a small line on it, it went through the log easy.
Before I could fully comprehend what I just did I heard a shout. "Hello there!" I looked around trying to find the source of the voice. "Up here!" I looked up to see a huge creature flying towards me. I ran off my log just in time before the creature had landed on it and broke it. It was a dragon like creature with orange scales and blue wings. It had a flame on its tail. I'm pretty sure I turned pale at the sight. I was looking at a Charizard. A real life Charizard... But that was impossible they were only on that Anime Pokémon. It looked down at me and said "It's Ok I won't hurt you" it said in a soothing voice. It was female I realized. That was the last straw, this was too much for my mind to process after everything today and now a talking pokemon? I began to feel week and my vision turned dark. I fell to my knees, embracing the darkness that swarmed my mind as I fell into unconsciousness.
Are you planning on continuing this?
i got the idea in my head but... well you read the title, you said pokeumans are 100% pokemon, and you know since ive heard of the stories with those special powers like mindwalker or john the dewott. i guess im jsut asking for your permission does it really have to bee 100% pokemon?
Wow, this is a brilliant start. Well done!