Angie's ears pressed against her head sadly. "I don't WANT to fight anything or anyone! Plus, little kids?? Why would they want kids to fight for them? It's just sickening!" She shook her head angrily, her hair waving about.<br/><br/>At the mention of sleep, she gave a small nod. "Yeah... it's getting late." The Eevee let out a yawn, rubbing her eye as she got up and headed over to her little patch of grass to curl up in. Hopefully Marshall could figure out the perfect plan to get everyone out without a scratch.<br/><br/>----------------------------------------<br/><br/>The next day, everything seemed very quiet. A bit too quiet. So far, no one had been taken for experiments, and everyone had gotten their fill of the dirt-tasting pellets. Angie could only wonder what was going through the scientists' heads to not take any of them for tests.<br/><br/>Soon enough, she got her answer. Into the habitat was flung another being, and everyone looked over at him. What they saw shocked them. Or, at least, lack of what they saw. No fur, no feathers, no extra appendages, no tail, nothing. He looked like your average guy, which was enough to bring a great deal of curiosity towards him.<br/><br/>Angie and Bruce approached the shaking man, who still lay on the floor. He was sweating like crazy, but why? "P-please... kill me!" Angie stiffened at the sudden deadly request. What was happening?<br/><br/>Bruce called out to the others "Take the young ones out of here and cover their ears! They dont need to see this if we can help it..." Angie put a hand on the Machamp's shoulder, "What do you mean? What's happening?" Bruce turned his head slowly, "He's turning into one of us, but something is wrong." Angie gulped hard. Why would they put someone who was just turning now into the habitat? They had never done this before, so why now?