A door slams. At first I think it is my father, but I am wrong. There are shouts very unlike my fathers. They are harsh and cold. A shiver runs down my back.
I swim to the bottom of my "tank", falling down to my bed. As quickly as I can I run to the kitchen, my fingers crossed that it is my father playing poker with his co-workers.
But of course it is not. There in the door way are several houndooms all with blazing red eyes. They have pitch-black fur, horns, and burning red stripes running down their backs that give them an appearance of giant, flaming dogs. One sees me, growling. Then he charges. I detach the shell from my chest. As the houndooms approaches I give a quick slash with the shell leaving him bleeding on the floor.
There are too many houndoom now. They all chase after me through the large house, they're jaws snapping. Fire bursts out of one of there mouths. The little tongues of fire start going up the walls, but I don't notice. Instead I am running. I hit a dead end in a corner. Fear rushes through me, but I try to push it back. I take a big risk, and leap through a small window.
I land with a cold splash in the pond outside my house. Must have jumped far, I think to myself. I have little time to dwell on my thoughts, because the houndoom follow me out the window and into the pond. I dash out of the pond leaving the houndoom nearly drowning; they can be quite stupid creatures.
Then I run. Not a normal run, like in school, but a true run; an extreme head-on tear across town. My feet start to burn, I should have put on shoes.
I stop by Skipper house on my way away from the houndoom. As I knock on Skippers door he busts through a nearby window and runs ahead. Turning I see a houndoom flanked by two others, red eyes burning.
So I run, following Skipper's lead. What else is there to do when your house has been invaded by the evil fire dogs called houndoom? I see only one thing ahead of me, the big blue blur of the ocean standing out amidst the smoke and flames.
I jump as far as I can, leaving behind my home and life as I knew it. Through the water it is unmistakable that the houndoom have taken the city and taken everyone in it prisoner. I swim away from it all. Looking forward, I swim hard and fast, yet with each stroke I fell like something is holding me back.
