Why Do I Torture Myself Like This?
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Warning, this story (Particularly this chapter) will contain brutal slaughter, mentions of rape, domestic abuse, and child abuse. If these things bother you, I will not hold it against you for not reading this. But, this story will also contain fluff, cute smol pokemon, and minor humor.
Enjoy.
The cold, snow covered streets were calm, only disturbed by a Alolan Ninetails. She, like most pokemon in the current age, was bipedal. Wearing a dark blue sweater and black pants, she carried a bag of groceries in one hand, and her daughter in the other. She was a good six feet tall, with dark red eyes, and her white hair tied up into a ponytail. Seeing as she was a ice type, she had no need for bulky clothing, but she still wrapped her vulpix daughter up in a light blue blanket. Her daughter was only two years old.
'She looks just like me..' The Ninetails thought to herself.
Clang.
Her head shot to her right, the sound of metal hitting metal rang out. From an alleyway came five human men, all wearing ragged and torn clothes. One held a red metal gas can and a box of matches. Her eyes widened as she began to run, but was stopped by another human standing in front of her. This one was easily Six foot eight. He grabbed her by the shoulder and pushed her back, dropping her groceries but holding onto her pup. She hit the ground head first, dazing her. Before her vision righted, a horrible smelling liquid was poured onto her.
'Gas!' She shouted to herself. The human with the gas can stood over her, lit match in hand.
"Alright missy," He said, "Give us everything you got, and I won't light you up, alright?" She nodded quickly. She shakely reached into her pocket, pulling out a small black wallet. The tall human grabbed it from her, looking into it.
"... Nothing. No money, no cards, just pictures of her little brat." He grumbled out.
"I-I spent it all on groceries!" She quickly spat out, her heart rate increasing drastically. One of the, now that she had counted, seven humans grabbed her by the collar, dragging into a sitting position. Another one, who had a large beard, grabbed her pup out of her arms.
"Aaww, such a cute little shit, innit'?" He said to the others, some of them chuckling.
"How bout' we cook her up, and force six-tits over here to eat her up?" One of the other men said. She gasped.
"Please, No!" She begged. The tall one sighed.
"No. Let's just burn them." The one holding her pup threw her back onto her mother's lap, where she was wrapped up into her tight embrace. The one with the matches struck one ablaze, and tossed it at her. She closed her eyes.
The fire never came.
The match was just, gone. Then, they heard it. The sound of crunching snow. She opened her eyes. In Front of her was a five foot nine human male wearing a black jacket with a canine skull on the back, a pair of torn purple skinny jeans, and black combat boots. He held the match in his blood stained hands, wrapped up in dirty and blood soaked medical gauze. His nails were black and cracked, also blood stained. His left hand, the one holding the match, was clad with a blood soaked, rusted gauntlet with a purple feline shaped skull gem in the back of the hand. She could tell it used to be gold. The match then just, went out. No wind, no breath, just, flicker and fade.
"Who the hell is this asshole?" The one holding the gas asked the Tall guy, who shrugged.
"Hey, get on out of here. She's our prey!" The tall one shouted at him. The strange boy barely lifted his hood covered head, and a small huff of breath could be seen and heard.
"Hey, didn't you hear me? Fuck off right no-" He was cut short by a flaming axe wrapped in barbed wire digging itself into his skull. With a short tug, he fell off the axe, head split wide open.
"Holy Shit!" The guy with the gas can shouted, dropping everything to turn and run. The boy grabbed him by the side of his hair, axe raised high. It cleaved him right in half, from the crown of his head down to his knickers. The others took this opportunity to run, but were cut off as he somehow appeared right in front of them. One grabbed a rock from the floor and swung it at his head, but the rock shattered on impact. The boy just dusted his hood off, and punched a hole right through the guy's chest, blowing out his heart on impact. He fell, just as another pulled out a gun. The pistol let out three distinctive shots, blasting small holes through him. The boy just looked down at the holes, no blood leaking from them. All they did was tear through his shirt, but did not go through his rotten grey skin. He looked back up at the shooter, and chuckled. Suddenly, the shooter's head was blasted off as the boy moved at imposible speeds, punching him.
There was only three left.
One of them pulled a metal pipe off one of the nearby buildings, letting out a battle cry as he charged. The pipe made contact the boy's head, but was snapped in half. Just as quick as before, the man was sliced in half by the axe, this time by the waist.
As his upper half fell down, screaming, the boy raised his foot, and crushed his head into a fine red paste.
The last two were looking around for anything that could help them. "Fuck this!" one yelled, picking up the dead shooters gun and shooting himself. The last guy tried to run, but was grabbed by the neck. In a last ditch effort to do something, he pulled back the boy's hood. Under it was a mess of titanium white hair, going down to the bottom of his neck. Pure black expanded from his eyes, pitch black pools with gold irises.
"Wh-What the hell are you?!" The last man shouted. The boy smiled.
"I'M YOUR WORST FUCKING NIGHTMARE." His booming voice echoed loud, his smile becoming razor sharp, revealing his razor sharp teeth. He stared straight into the last man's eyes, before his entire body was turned into black ash.
He looked down at the ninetails mother, trembling in fear. Her pup was crying. He shuffled over to them. He crouched down, and rested his hand on the infant's head. Instantly, she calmed down. He stood up, but not before giving the mother her wallet and groceries, perfectly untouched, and walked away. In a flash of green fire, he was gone. She looked around, before getting back up. Grabbing her phone from the groceries bag, she hastily called 911.
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