During those ten years, that shy and pathetic Shinx evolved into a strong, confident Luxray. It was time; time to take revenge and prove himself.
Jet sat at the front gates of the city, Carina; the city in which his former clan resided. The town was located in a desert atmosphere, seemingly nowhere to run for miles, the perfect location for captivity. Jet was surprised with the structural improvement that had developed since his banishment. He shook it off, why was he accrediting the enemy? He sighed and pushed open the gates.
Jet walked in a straight line through the different districts of the city, his unfamiliar scent wafting to the noses of the clan members. They ceased activity to stare at him, their faces lined with confusion. Jet was relieved that no one knew him. This would be a roughly quick operation. He just had to pay a "friendly" visit to the Elder tent. The clan members looked at him with superiority. They would never expect what was about to happen.
He stood at the base of the hill. At the top, of course, was the Elder tent. Guards littered these ground. No one would want the Elders harmed in any way. Or did they? Unfortunately for Jet, most of the guards recognized his scent. Of course they did, they were his former friends. Now, they laughed at him. They let him pass and travel up the stairs, not concerned about him at all. They shouted insults at his back when he made it to the tent. Ignore them; they're obsolete.
He pushed past the tarp. The interior of the tent had been greatly expanded; there were now many more rooms. It didn't matter, Jet only had to visit one of them, the only one with a door. Jet strolled down a hallway, taking in any improvements that he could point out. He jumped at the scream of a male from down an alternate hallway. That male was being robbed of his self-defense, and manhood. There would only be only group of prime males, the Elders.
The Elders would be elite, the most distinguished from the clan. Males had their front and hind claws clipped to prevent mutiny. At a certain age, they were forced to hunt and gather food for the clan. The males were treated like dirt, the females were just "there to reproduce". This twisted system was terrible, it was the reason Jet was banished. Jet made it to the Elders' Hall, the huge door looming over him. He sat down in front of the door and lifted his paw to look at his sole. His features softened to sadness. His paws were still red, even though he was clipped twelve years ago. The males were robbed of nearly everything personal to them. Many of the males were killed while hunting because they couldn't do much to predator. That was exactly the way the Elders wanted it, less interference with authority. The clan members were living in a life of hell, and they didn't even know it. Jet was determined to stop it.
He stood up, shook off his fur and stared at his reflection on the marble door. He was tall, about 5 feet. He had a long, golden mane; he inherited it from his father's genes. There was a scar on his forehead the formed an "X". He was told he was born with it. It was obviously lucky. He was lucky to have been banished form the clan, and all forms of respect taken from him. Yeah, he had a lucky life. He took a deep breath and pushed open the door.
When he was younger, he had a terrible time pushing open
this door. To his surprise, it was as light as a feather. It swung
open quickly, slamming into the wall beside it. The wall even
chipped. Most of the people in the room stared, terrified by his
entry. One of them was female, a Luxray. Jet recognized her
immediately.
"Christine..." the words escaped his mouth.
Christine was the closest female friend he ever had. She was one the
few people in the entire clan who actually respected him. Tears
trickled down her face; she dashed toward him. Jet smiled and
expected her embrace. She pushed past him, leaving Jet feeling cold.
Did she remember who he was?
"I
guessed you'd come back, I just didn't know it would be so long. I
then assumed you were dead." Jet snapped back into focus. He
stared up at the tallest chair and the Luxray that spoke those words.
That Luxray was his absolute enemy.
"Never
assume," Jet responded, holding back anger, "you always
seemed to underestimate the males of this
clan."
"Congratulations
on your survival. How's your mother?" Jet was
immediately reminded of his mother, who was killed in front of him.
She was stoned to death for defiance of Elders' wishes, she taught
her only son of democracy. Jet managed to grit his teeth and utter a
few words, now holding back tears.
"She's dead, or did you
become senile? She used free will, and was slaughtered for it."
"You
should show more respect to your elders, especially, I am your
father." How could Jet forget? His mother was raped by this
demon, which impregnated her. "Without me, you wouldn't
exist."
"You're the only person that could have bred
with my mother, you require that all males get vasectomy, you're
everyone's father. How are the Luxio and Luxray you violate
every day?"
"What do you kids call it when one person is
in charge of reproducing? Is there really a term for it? Jet was
getting sick of this small talk.
"You
are a demon, and I have no objection of killing my own father!"
This caused the other Elders in the room to jump off their chairs and
surround Jet. All four of them looked at him with angry faces. This
would be too easy. Jet leveled his tail. The star on the end was
razor sharp, a trait that most Luxray didn't have. He darted toward
the youngest elder, a Luxio, and swiped him with his paw. It sent the
Luxio careening toward the wall. The others tensed their stance as
they saw their ally lay lifeless in the rubble. The Luxray to the
south pounced on Jet. Jet spun around, letting his tail swing freely
into the lower torso of the attacker. The enemy screamed his last
breath, and remained in blood. Now the others were scared. Jet
casually walked up to one of the remaining Elder-minors. Jet kicked
the Luxray in the face, sending him to the floor. "Feel the
pain...of Kyraski Decent!" He dug his tail through the mane of
the damaged body, killing it instantly. He began spinning his tail,
causing flesh and blood to fly out of the carcass. The last Elder had
no idea what to do. He ran toward the door. He wanted his life, even
if he was deemed "coward".
Jet turned finally to look at
his father, who remained indifferent.
"Well, they weren't
really my friends." he laughed, jumping from the tall perch and
landing a few yards from his son. Jet drew his tail close to his
face, and licked the blood off of the "blade". His father
seemed lifeless. "By all means," said his father, "you
go first." Jet dashed toward his father, clear anger fueling his
speed. Jet slashed his tail forward; hoping to score a direct hit on
his father. His father causally intercepted with his own tail. There
was a loud clank as Jet's father sent him airborne. Jet tried his
best to gain momentum but it was too late, his father was in his
face. Jet braced himself for some form of physical pain, but it never
came. Instead, he felt himself get sprayed by a warm, pungent liquid.
This feeling caused him to lose his sense, and him crashed toward the
ground. He got up and looked at his father, who had a devious grin on
his face.
"Brings back memories, doesn't it?" his father
remarked. Jet was blind with rage. He wiped the urine from his
forehead and glowed with a crimson aura. He recited an incantation he
hoped would work. These words began pouring out of his mouth:
"Souls
of the Underworld, I have a request of you.
Offer
your power to the truly worthy and noble.
The
rage and anger built in my soul,
is
your entry point into freedom.
Give
the sinners of this world Hell.
I
AM INDIGNANT!
INDIGNATION!"
The aura around Jet's body expanded. Electrical charges began sparking off his body. His eyes flashed black and his aura exploded with electric energy. The entire tent was engulfed by the huge blast. Nothing would survive, and nothing did.
Jet
blinked twice, his eyes returning to regular color. The only thing of
the rubble that was intact was his father's limp, cut up body. Jet
wearily walked over to his dead father. He gripped the body and began
shaking it. "GIVE MY MOM BACK!" But it was no use; the
demonic soul of his father was in Hell now. His dad was dead now, but
did Jet really feel any better? He dashed down the hill, leaving
everything he just did behind. The entire clan was at the base of the
hill. He jumped over them, not concerned about what they thought. He
dashed toward the gates when someone stopped him.
"You're
just going to run away?" said Christine. Jet spun around to see
the angry face of his friend.
"I
have no more business here. I shall leave."
"He
was your father..."
"So
it makes it okay the he is tyrant?! I saw your face; you'd be his
next victim. I saved you from having to bear a child that was unfair,
wrong, and untrue.
"Like
you..."
"Don't
follow me!" Jet smashed open the gates and dashed toward the
sunset. He didn't know what to feel. His parents were both dead, he
had no one to turn to. The question that burned in his mind began
mentally tearing him apart: Did he really love his father?