The consequences of Revenge
Nyrox crashed through a bramble bush. The thorns scratched him, but he felt no pain.
He blasted a jet of flame, incinerating the bramble bush.
He smashed a cracked rock, sending pieces of rock flying everywhere. Then he entered a clearing.
His running slowed to a walk and he inspected the area. The trees were straight either side, much like a pathway. The pathway was a little short and at the end of it was a circle of treeless ground.
At the circle there was a rather large rock and...
Nyrox stared, not believing what he saw. Sanzil, his father stood facing away from him just next to the rock.
Visions of his mother being beaten to death by his father flashed before his eyes. The cruel laughter of his father mingled in with the painful screams of his mother ringing in his ears.
He still stared at his father, and slowly began to walk towards him. A voice in his head whispered to him:
"Vengeance is yours. Take it."
He now stood at least four feet away from him when his fathers head snapped around and saw him.
The cruel face stared at him. Nyrox smirked inwardly, just below his fathers face was a scratch mark which his mother had caused.
"Who are you and what the hell do you want?" Demanded Sanzil.
Nyrox stared. He didn't recognize him?
He smiled. "You don't know me?" He asked sounding innocent.
"The only brat," He snapped back harshly. "I know is dead along with his mother."
I'm dead am I? Nyrox said to himself.
"You really believe that?" Nyrox asked smiling.
"Yes!" Snapped his father. "I'll send you to meet him if you don't fuck off!" he shouted swinging a paw towards Nyrox.
Nyrox laughed. "You stupid old male."
Sanzil growled.
Nyrox brought his paw to his face. His fur had grown back and covered his scar. With one movement of his paw he pushed back the fur, relieving the scar.
"Remember me now?" Nyrox asked smiling.
Sanzil looked slightly puzzled.
"Daddy?" Nyrox said grinning.
His eyes widened. "So..." He said. "Your alive..."
Nyrox nodded and moved his paw back to the ground.
"We'll fix that!" He suddenly shouted and he jumped towards him and lashed at him with his horn, Nyrox simply rolled away, dodging the feeble attack.
"You'll have to do better than that!" Nyrox shouted, jumping at his father's tail and biting down on it.
Sanzil howled in pain and shook Nyrox off. Nyrox realised his father's tail and landed on all fours with ease.
"Just think," Sanzil said smiling. "I'll have the pleasure of killing you again."
"I have the pleasure of killing this time." Nyrox barked back. Suppressing his rage was not easy to do.
"You failed to help your mother. What makes you think you could leave a scratch on me now?" He taunted Nyrox.
"You're weak and pathetic." Nyrox shouted. "You knew damn well mother wasn't a fighter."
"And you are?" He jeered.
Nyrox was shaking with rage, his eyes tightly shut.
"Want me to prove it, scum?" He asked, trying his best to sound calm.
"You don't stand a chance little boy." His father said continuing to jeer him.
The voice in Nyrox's head told him:
"The blood you will shed, pails in the comparison to the tears you have shed."
"What's wrong?" His father asked smiling still. "Can't..."
"The blood I will shed, pails in the comparison to the tears I have shed." Nyrox said quietly.
"Speak up pup." He father said.
"The blood I will shed, pails in the comparison to the tears I have shed." Nyrox said a little louder.
"What?" He father asked, genuinely curious.
Nyrox opened his eyes, threw his head back and screamed out, "The blood I will shed, pails in the comparison to the tears I have shed!"
Then, he lost control. But this was his father in front of him. He didn't just lose control like he did against the Chikorita and Charmeleon, or at Vara, or the Scyther. No. This time he lost full control of himself. The beast emerged.
Nyrox's head snapped back down and stared at his father, his eyes were now a blood red colour, rather than their usual hazelnut brown colour.
He jumped at his father tackling him to the ground. As they both fell his father hit the rock, stunning him a little.
The thirst for revenge took over Nyrox. He summoned up all the power he could, he picked up his right paw and brought it down, claws drawn, smacking his fathers face savagely. Tears streaming down his eyes as he screamed out:
"You killed my mother! You killed my mother! Killed mummy! Mummy!"
Each smack caused more and more blood to fly everywhere, his paw got caked with blood very quickly.
He stopped his beating and screaming at stared at his father, he was still alive, just. He tried to get up but fell back down.
"YAGHHH!" Nyrox howled out as he jumped at his father's neck, and begun ripping out chucks of his neck, eventually tearing his jugular vain.
His father's blood spurted into his eyes and over his muzzle.
Nyrox walked back and watched his fathers last moments of life.
Nyrox threw his head back and howled out his dirge like howl. And with that being the last thing Sanzil heard he passed away, slain by his son.
Nyrox was now emitting a strange noise. It was something between a crying, sobbing sound and a sadistic laugh.
"I kept my promise," he said in between his laughs and sobs. "He's dead now... he's dead now..." The realisation of what he had done caught up with him.
Nyrox suddenly didn't feel well. He felt sick. Terribly sick. He stumbled and collapsed.
He put his paws over his eyes, trying to convince himself that all this was a dream and he'll wake up soon and everything will be back to normal. Back to before he became this monster.
He began to cry again. What now? What would he do now? What now?
To Be Continued
He blasted a jet of flame, incinerating the bramble bush.
He smashed a cracked rock, sending pieces of rock flying everywhere. Then he entered a clearing.
His running slowed to a walk and he inspected the area. The trees were straight either side, much like a pathway. The pathway was a little short and at the end of it was a circle of treeless ground.
At the circle there was a rather large rock and...
Nyrox stared, not believing what he saw. Sanzil, his father stood facing away from him just next to the rock.
Visions of his mother being beaten to death by his father flashed before his eyes. The cruel laughter of his father mingled in with the painful screams of his mother ringing in his ears.
He still stared at his father, and slowly began to walk towards him. A voice in his head whispered to him:
"Vengeance is yours. Take it."
He now stood at least four feet away from him when his fathers head snapped around and saw him.
The cruel face stared at him. Nyrox smirked inwardly, just below his fathers face was a scratch mark which his mother had caused.
"Who are you and what the hell do you want?" Demanded Sanzil.
Nyrox stared. He didn't recognize him?
He smiled. "You don't know me?" He asked sounding innocent.
"The only brat," He snapped back harshly. "I know is dead along with his mother."
I'm dead am I? Nyrox said to himself.
"You really believe that?" Nyrox asked smiling.
"Yes!" Snapped his father. "I'll send you to meet him if you don't fuck off!" he shouted swinging a paw towards Nyrox.
Nyrox laughed. "You stupid old male."
Sanzil growled.
Nyrox brought his paw to his face. His fur had grown back and covered his scar. With one movement of his paw he pushed back the fur, relieving the scar.
"Remember me now?" Nyrox asked smiling.
Sanzil looked slightly puzzled.
"Daddy?" Nyrox said grinning.
His eyes widened. "So..." He said. "Your alive..."
Nyrox nodded and moved his paw back to the ground.
"We'll fix that!" He suddenly shouted and he jumped towards him and lashed at him with his horn, Nyrox simply rolled away, dodging the feeble attack.
"You'll have to do better than that!" Nyrox shouted, jumping at his father's tail and biting down on it.
Sanzil howled in pain and shook Nyrox off. Nyrox realised his father's tail and landed on all fours with ease.
"Just think," Sanzil said smiling. "I'll have the pleasure of killing you again."
"I have the pleasure of killing this time." Nyrox barked back. Suppressing his rage was not easy to do.
"You failed to help your mother. What makes you think you could leave a scratch on me now?" He taunted Nyrox.
"You're weak and pathetic." Nyrox shouted. "You knew damn well mother wasn't a fighter."
"And you are?" He jeered.
Nyrox was shaking with rage, his eyes tightly shut.
"Want me to prove it, scum?" He asked, trying his best to sound calm.
"You don't stand a chance little boy." His father said continuing to jeer him.
The voice in Nyrox's head told him:
"The blood you will shed, pails in the comparison to the tears you have shed."
"What's wrong?" His father asked smiling still. "Can't..."
"The blood I will shed, pails in the comparison to the tears I have shed." Nyrox said quietly.
"Speak up pup." He father said.
"The blood I will shed, pails in the comparison to the tears I have shed." Nyrox said a little louder.
"What?" He father asked, genuinely curious.
Nyrox opened his eyes, threw his head back and screamed out, "The blood I will shed, pails in the comparison to the tears I have shed!"
Then, he lost control. But this was his father in front of him. He didn't just lose control like he did against the Chikorita and Charmeleon, or at Vara, or the Scyther. No. This time he lost full control of himself. The beast emerged.
Nyrox's head snapped back down and stared at his father, his eyes were now a blood red colour, rather than their usual hazelnut brown colour.
He jumped at his father tackling him to the ground. As they both fell his father hit the rock, stunning him a little.
The thirst for revenge took over Nyrox. He summoned up all the power he could, he picked up his right paw and brought it down, claws drawn, smacking his fathers face savagely. Tears streaming down his eyes as he screamed out:
"You killed my mother! You killed my mother! Killed mummy! Mummy!"
Each smack caused more and more blood to fly everywhere, his paw got caked with blood very quickly.
He stopped his beating and screaming at stared at his father, he was still alive, just. He tried to get up but fell back down.
"YAGHHH!" Nyrox howled out as he jumped at his father's neck, and begun ripping out chucks of his neck, eventually tearing his jugular vain.
His father's blood spurted into his eyes and over his muzzle.
Nyrox walked back and watched his fathers last moments of life.
Nyrox threw his head back and howled out his dirge like howl. And with that being the last thing Sanzil heard he passed away, slain by his son.
Nyrox was now emitting a strange noise. It was something between a crying, sobbing sound and a sadistic laugh.
"I kept my promise," he said in between his laughs and sobs. "He's dead now... he's dead now..." The realisation of what he had done caught up with him.
Nyrox suddenly didn't feel well. He felt sick. Terribly sick. He stumbled and collapsed.
He put his paws over his eyes, trying to convince himself that all this was a dream and he'll wake up soon and everything will be back to normal. Back to before he became this monster.
He began to cry again. What now? What would he do now? What now?
To Be Continued