Chapter Five: A Horrible POV
"It was midnight. I sniffed the air. No scent. I turned. Sniffed. Yes. I would recognize that smell anywhere. It was the Terula's house…no…mansion. How I hated them. How I would give anything to be like them, even if it meant doing what my best friend did…
"I kicked down the door. I heard yelling. My strength was at it's peak. One of my followers was knocked out. He was weak. Only I could be the master... I knocked down Terula. I raised my paw for the last time... "DADDY!" an all too familiar voice came from a closet on my left. The child. I didn't care. I just wanted to make them feel what I felt... I brought my paw down. This was the first time I had been happy since I met my best friend...
"My next stop was Sly Cooper. I would do what my best friend and his followers failed to do. I would kill Sly Cooper. When I finally found him, (it took forever) I realized it was my lucky day.
"The Terula brat was with him. I had also finally finished my virus; it would spread until it got into Terula blood. Then it would infect them for one week. It would cause them to become extremely violent and kill everything in sight.
"I tracked down Inspector Fox. We got to her office. (We being my "minions") I stuck a rag filled with chloroform around her face. 'Goodnight. HAHAHA!' She was out like a light. I released the virus into her, and set her loose. I followed her to the Terula mansion. She used her newly acquired flamethrower and blew out the window. She jumped up and began shooting. I watched as the virus slowly left her. The house was now on fire."
"An ambulance came racing down the street, stopping at the mansion. Paramedics went racing in. They brought out the brat's adopted mother. Yes! She must have been a reaction victim...! Why her...? Ah, well, I hope...There comes the brat. I watched as the virus slowly rose from Cerulia. It then (rather quickly) glided over to where that ugly pink hippopotamus was. Murphy, his name was? No, Murray. Yes...anyway...It flew after the van as they sped away, the police hot on their tail. Their friend, Bent-something yelled that they forgot him, but didn't give chase..."