Neon POV
I rested easily by the fireplace since it was cold during nights. It was so nice to curl up nearby the fire and grooming my own orange fur. My red eyes flashed the fire reflection. It was so ease back then.
"Neon, it is time for dinner." My owner called. I am Neon, a vulpix, owned by a small family in a mansion. My name was given by humans and I really did not know where I came from since I was bred by these humans from the day I was born up till now. I stood up on my four feet, leaving my warm comfortable place, and walked slowly towards the dining room. The living room was decorated with expensive things such as large flower pots, paintings, carpets and other stuffs. The door to the dining room was opened for me and I quietly went in. The maid had prepared some berries for me which was placed in a plate on the floor for me to eat. The berries were being crushed into pieces as I chewed them. It was very delightful. The members of the family were chatting with each other. It really was a small family since it included only a father, a mother and a son who was only five years old. A happy expression was worn on the child's face. We lived in the Kanto region near the Celadon City. It was very lucky to have this family since they loved me and took great care of me. The young boy stood up from the chair as he had finished his dinner. The father and mother were still chatting with each other. The boy approached me and patted me.
"Neon is a good boy." He said in a cute way. His hand was soft and warm. I never wanted to let go of this family, this nice family. After patting me for a while, the boy went upstairs to his room. As soon as the boy went into his room and shut the door, the father whispered to mother about something.
"The Rockets are coming tomorrow, Elizabeth. They are coming after the documents." I didn't know what he was talking about but I ignored it and continued eating my delicious berries. The mother looked worried once she heard that. And then she muttered some words that I couldn't hear. I knew she was muttering something from the movement of her lips. But I didn't care, still eating my dinner happily. After some time, when the parents had already left the dining room, I, too, left and walked back to the place where I had been lying down earlier. The father was sitting on a large chair in front of the fireplace. He was looking at some paper. I did not want to know what the paper was about. The father then threw the paper into the fireplace, watching as the fire burned the paper slowly to ashes. I lied on the floor, feeling the comfortable warmth until he picked me up and put me on his laps. He patted my back slowly which made me feel good.
"Neon, my pet, I am starting to feel that this may be the last night you spent with this family." He said gently as his hand slowly patting my back. I was quite shocked by this comment. I looked up at him, wondering what he meant by the last night of mine in this lovely home. But my wondering was interrupted by the good feeling of being patted. At that time, I didn't take that comment seriously and eventually fell asleep.
The next day, I found myself lying on the floor. The fire in the fireplace had died out. I went outside through the puppy door excitedly. The family was already there sitting on the lawn in front of our mansion. I ran around them happily. The boy stood up and ran around liked me, too.
"You run and I will catch." He said. He surely wanted to play and I liked playing with kids. He was a very adorable kid. He caught me and tickled me in my stomach. I snickered happily as the tickling went on. I noticed the sad faces of the parents who were struggling to smile. Even though, they were smiling, I knew they were sad. I stood up after the tickling. I started to think seriously about the Rockets the father was talking about. Who were they and what documents they were after? Why was the mother worried when she heard about the Rockets? I thought and thought but could not find the answer. My thoughts were interrupted by the boy's voice who called me.
"Neon, you are such a good friend." The boy said, hugging me in his arm. I wanted to struggle to be free since it was uncomfortable. But I remained still as I knew how the boy felt about me.
"I always want you to be by my side." He said. I felt the same way, too. He loved me more than anyone ever did. And I loved him as my friend. I always wanted him to be on my side. He was such a good boy. His parents noticed that as well. If possible, I wanted to stay by his side forever.
"Let's go, Timmy." The mother called to her child who let me down and ran towards her. I smiled as it was beautiful to watch.
At night, while was lying by the fireplace, I could somehow sense that something bad was coming soon. I was getting nervous. I could just feel it. The parents were sitting on two chairs each facing in the direction opposite from the fireplace. There was a knock on the door.
"Come in." the father said calmly. Although his face looked calm, the mother's face looked rather worried.
A man, dressing as a scientist, came in. He sat on a chair in front of the parents.
"My dear partner, can you give me the documents? I believed I phoned you yesterday about them." The man said, with a sinister smile.
The father stood up. He killed the fire in the fireplace, taking out some ashes and put it on the floor in front of the man. I noticed that anger appeared on the man's face.
"Mr. Joe, it is better to die than handing the world dangerous Organization, the secret to rule the world and to live, having run around. I have run from you for all these four years but now I see the truth. You will never stop tracking me and I might have to run around again. These bad feelings I don't want to suffer them anymore. I just want to rest in peace." The father said calmly, sitting down again.
"Well then, you will get your wish." Mr. Joe said, mockingly. Five men, wearing black uniforms ran into the room. They were carrying guns and I was startled by that. I stood up and looked at them, frightened.
"Now, we can rest from hunting you down." Mr. Joe said. The men started firing towards my masters as soon as Mr. Joe clicked his fingers. Many holes were made in each of the parents' chests. There was so much blood, red in color. I could do nothing but stared in horror. The parents died, still sitting on the chair with eyes opened. The gunfire was loud. I could not bear the terror of it. My body, including my six tails, could not move.
The maid ran into the living room, screaming.
" Master! Mistress!" she cried as some more black men followed her. They shot her from the back. A bullet went straight through the forehead. Blood gushed out from the hole in the head and the mouth. She kneed down and fell, lying dead on the ground.
The boy ran down the stairs as he screamed for his parents. My eyes narrowed as I saw him.
"Stay away!" I shouted. But the boy didn't seem to understand me since he was a human. He would only hear a usual vulpix scream I guess. So I ran towards him.
"No witness!" Mr. Joe shouted, chuckling in devilish way. Five bullets went through the boy's chest. His eyes were wide opened as he collapsed, fell down the stairs and died. I was too late. My best friend and family were gone in a flash. Tears fell down from my eyes as I approached the dead body of the boy. I wanted to be near him forever but now he had gone first. His eyes were still open with no sign of life. I closed his eyes with my front paw. Drops of tear were falling down from my yellow eyes onto his face.
"WHY?" I shouted in desperation. My scream made Mr. Joe noticed me even though he could not understand.
"Capture that vulpix! It may become useful to us someday." He shouted to the men. What did they mean by capturing me? Did I have to stay with the group who murdered my family? I didn't think so. So I snarled angrily. Tears still falling, I rushed to the front door at top speed, running out through the puppy door. I ran and ran. An intolerable pain was tearing through my heart. I could not bear this pain of losing the only family that I had in my whole life. After running blindly for a few miles, I stopped and took a last look back at the house that was burning up in flames. I felt like a cold hand was gripping my heart. I could not bear it. As I watched my home being burnt to ashes, the world went black.