<span style="color: #00BF00"><span style="font-style: italic">Where... Am I..?</span></span><br/><br/>Marshall pondered on that for a minute. He couldn't see a thing, still groggy from...<br/><span style="color: #00BF00"><span style="font-style: italic">Ugh, what happened to me..?</span></span><br/>Marshall tries to collect his thoughts, but they're all over the place. He remembers moving into...<br/><span style="color: #00BF00"><span style="font-style: italic">Was it... Celadon?</span></span><br/>Yes, he remembers it clearly now. Moving into Celadon with his companions - a tiny, new-hatched Riolu, a more developed Grovile, an equally developed Xatu, and his strongest, a Dragonite by the name of Damon.<br/>Yes. That was it. Why was everything after that such a blur?<br/><span style="color: #404040"><span style="font-style: italic">You're coming with us!</span></span><br/>Oh, right... He was attacked. By people in black outfits. Yes, it's all coming together now - they pulled him underground.<br/>Marshall groans.<br/>The bright lights, the sounds, the pain... He could remember more and more now. He was sedated, but he's feeling better now. Yes. Well enough to stand, even.<br/>Marshall groans and blinks. The fog over his eyes is clearing, the world around him snapping into focus.<br/><span style="color: #40BF00"><span style="font-style: italic">Owch! What's that by my elbow?</span></span><br/>He turns to look.<br/><span style="color: #40BF00"><span style="font-style: italic">What the..!</span></span><br/>He gets up, panicking. Looking around, his heart races in his chest, looking, looking, for a way to confirm that the impossible had happened. He finds it. He rushes over to the mirror.<br/>Marshall K. Jackson, aged 19. He used to have brown hair. He used to have a fair complexion. He used to be calloused and buff from his travels.<br/><br/>The creature in the mirror is not him.<br/><br/>Looking over himself in sheer disbelief, he pats himself down. White legs, deformed, smooth. Hips in form a disc of dorts. Green chest and arms with what could only be described as blades sticking out his elbows. Green head with a weird helmet and some kind of reverse mohawk - and, as he soon realizes, no clothes.<br/><br/>He falls on his arse, looking into the mirror, stunned. The memories flow back. He knew this would happen. He realized as he was brought to the surgeon's room.<br/><span style="font-style: italic"><span style="color: #40BF00">I... They made me...</span></span><br/>He's in shock.<br/>He thought Gijinka were just a myth.