Chapter 9
I would just like to say: Light Sneasel, thank you for reviewing my story. No one has consistently stayed reviewing my stories, except Farla. And BTY, WHO REALLY CARES ABOUT SPELLING?!?! IT'S THE WRITING THAT MATTERS, NOT SPELLING! So, where was I…?
Huo recognized the voice he had heard in the back of the crowd that morning. He didn't remember whom it belonged to though. He had heard it only a few months ago. His attention span didn't last that long anyway; neither did his memory.
His mother had told him, or more as yelled, that he shouldn't focus on anything except the kill. What kill, he had thought to himself. Huo didn't like fighting and killing like his mother. Huo's father was killed. Rumors said Mei-Hong killed him. Huo believed that, although, he would never know.
His mother never paid attention to him, except when yelling or training him. He didn't like training much; it had twice more yelling. He failed at fighting and leadership anyway. Why does his mother bother to make him leader? He had thought. He had heard that Shui wasn't going to be leader anymore, yet, she had great leader skills.
Huo! Mei-Hong barked.
Yes, Mother?
You need to learn to have a higher defense!
I give it my all, Mother.
GIVE YOUR ALL? I don't think so!
I'll go battle someone. Huo walked off. Slowly, like any child when they didn't want to go somewhere. Huo was just a child, or teenage, but his mother treated him like a weak, useless adult.
Did his mother even care about him as a son? She liked to call him names and insult him, or, so, that was what he thought. Sometimes, he wished he could just not be leader, or that his mother's hatred wouldn't be the center of her life. His mother had burned him many, many times. Some burns left scars that would last forever.
'We are Houndoom, and we must keep being Houndoom! We must forever be loyal to our kind!' It sounded familiar to him. Why did he not remember? The leader Houndoom family, usually has the best memory. Perhaps, he had gotten bad memory from his mother, who had been a simple Houndoom.
A sudden vision of a male Houndoom and a female Houndoom laughing together appeared in his head. The vision had appeared many times before, but this time it lasted longer, and he could smell blood.
Focus, Huo! Focus! Mei-Hong barked.
Yes, Mother. Show me that attack again, please?
Huo. My useless son, Huo. Mei-Hong shook her head, but then she smiled, happy that Huo wanted to know; he rarely cared for it. It's like this.
This sort of reminds me of a non-love Romeo and Juliet, only w/o the star-crossed lovers, or in fact, any lovers. It's just two familes (in a way) going against each other.