Choroba looked in horror from her own creation and her mate. She was paralyzed with shock. Shock that Pulse would kill his own father like that.
Pulse turned his gaze to her, ignoring the red oozing from his claws and paws. Choroba's jaw fell. Her son looked like a killer with all that blood on him.
" I'm sorry, mom." He stated. " I couldn't put up with his bullshit anymore." Choroba just stared down at the body of her husband. " We need to bury him." She states.
" Bury him? No! He deserves to rot! In fact," the sly Houndour states, jumping on his mother, swiping her to the ground. Choroba had her jaw agape. " You don't deserve to live either!" He growled, claws extended.
Choroba stared at her flesh and blood. Her body bends upward as Pulse prepared the finishing blow. She put her paws over her face. But...she never met her end. Pulse's paw was still lifted over her.
He lowered it. " Hmm. Yes." He commented as he pondered this throughly. He licked his maw. " I will let you live for now mother." He sneered. Choroba let her guard down.
" But," He continued, paw raised back in the air. His claws extended. He swiped a paw at her. She screeched. " I didn't say you could go without punishment." He growled, licking the claws he used to strike at Choroba's eye.
The eye he clawed filled with blood, and it became dark in that eye. White fluid was over the claws as well. Pulse chuckled darkly. " Listen here, Mother," He exaggerates, strutting up to her.
Despite his size he was menacing enough. Choroba backed up. A paw held her eye. Her other filled with pain and anguish.
" I will not go to that stupid school, you hear me?" He asked, shoving her to the ground to swipe at her body. More blood spattered the ground next to Doom's dead body.
Choroba avoided his gaze. He deserves to go there now than ever. She thought. Who knew this could change my pup that much. " Look at me when I'm talking to you, idiot!" Howled Pulse, harshly stepping on her foot.
She barked with pain. " What do you want you little miscreant?!" She snarled, teeth showing at her own son. " I don't want to go to that school." He barked, swiping his paw at her in a slap. She reeled back. " You can either listen and obey, or be destroyed." The dog growled, eyes glowing a dark shade of red.
Choroba growled. " Fine." She huffed. " I never wanted you in that Arceus-forsaken school anyways." She lied through her teeth. Pulse let up. " Good." He growled, pride in his gaze.
This was fun. He thought. Torturing a Pokémon is underrated. At that, Pulse heavily stepped on his father's face, jumping up and down till the face broke.
He strutted into the house, and growled at his mom. " Come," He ordered. She rolled her eyes as she followed her son. " Sit." He ordered, putting a paw harshly down on the ground.
Choroba obeyed. " This is my house now!" He barked, paw in the air like a tyrant would sometimes. Choroba whimpered. " You might be my mom, but I am the top dog of this house you understand?" Snarled Pulse, slapping his mother once again.
She doesn't deserve the title of mother, betrayer! He thought. He darkly glared at her. He was waiting for her answer. She seemed hesitant to answer him. She nodded with a whimper. Weakling. He thought, as he continued his list.
" Understand that if you fail to please me then," He began as he put a claw over his throat and motioned a ' dead' signal. His mother quickly nodded. Pulse turned around to hear her sigh.
He climbed onto his father's bed, and rolled around it. This is the life. I could get used to bossing others around to get what I want and not have to have rules of my own. He thought.
He shivered as he thought, what about him though? You can't leave him out in the yard forever. Someone will notice and call the Poke-police.
He smirked and chuckled to himself. " Let them all see. Let them all see what a monster they have brought upon them." He said, putting his back legs against a pillow by the edge of bed as he laid there.
He heard a grunt from the other room. Well, the bathroom. Wasteful space. He thought as he slowly got up and ran to the room. " What are you doing?!" He snarled, pouncing on her.
" I'm just cleaning my eye." She stated. A wash cloth was over the blind eye. It had drying blood stains. " Stop!" He barked, menacingly. " But I don't want it to-" she began before Pulse ripped at her ear.
" Let it bleed!" He snarled, as a small trickle of blood ran down the ear he bit. Choroba whimpered. " If you want to do something productive how about making me dinner. That's all you're good for anyways!" He snapped, kicking a chair. " Y-you serious?" She asked softly.
Pulse snorted in amusement. " It's either you do it or you die. Either way it'll be entertaining." He growled, baring his fangs. He whipped around to go back to the bedroom. Then he stopped. " And while you're at it, take me to this school." He growled.
" I want to see how pathetic these teachers really are." Then he bounded for the same bedroom as before, except he took out an assignment. " Glad to have an excuse to forget about the idiots." He comments as he grabs a pencil with his teeth and starts to do his homework.
He growled at it several times when he couldn't figure out an answer. He threw his book when it didn't make sense. Of course he also stabbed the paper once or twice because he wanted to murder the problems.
He finally got it done when his nose picked up the scent of food. " Finally!" He practically roared as he flung his stuff against the wall, where the pencil cracked.
He skidded against the floor as he ran to get dinner. The only thing that almost never lets you down. He harshly whacked his mother with his tail. " Wash first." Choroba told him. He slammed a paw on the table. His claws still soaked with blood.
" You don't tell me, damn, what to do! Place the food down, or things will get ugly!!!!!" He snarls, his teeth showing in great numbers.
Choroba leapt into the air, barely managing to catch the plate before it crashed onto the ground. " You better stop being so clumsy! Next time..." Pulse growled, taking his claws against the table. It made an annoying scratching sound.
Choroba flinched. " S-Sorry, son." She apologized. He growled. " You have so much to learn, Choroba." He addresses using her real name. She flinches as he swats a paw that barely avoided her cheek. " Y-y-y-you better eat." She said. " Or else it will get cold." And that was the last thing she said for the time being.
Pulse realized just how hungry he was. I'm so hungry I could eat a shiny Charmander. He thought. It was a random thought, he didn't think much of it as he ate the Ratata that was in front of him. Or was it spaghetti? He didn't really pay attention. He just ate and ate.
He licked his chops. His glare reaches his mother's sweet gaze. " From now on," He began in a growl as his mother's face turned from love and affection to pure horror and fear.
He got up from his chair and breathed heavily on his mom as he approached her slowly and menacingly. " You will only call me master. I am no longer your son. Or Doom's. Doom is dead now. Now comes a new reign over this horrible tyranny you call family." He growled.
" You are my servant. You protest or tell anyone..." he paused to put his claws against her throat. " It will be off with your head. Or whatever body part I Please to rip off your pathetic body." He growled, shoving her with his body.
She was shaking. Good, he thought darkly. That will teach that dumb heart of hers not to be loving. He thought as he sat down on the couch in the living room.
He groaned as he heard a scream outside and a doorbell rang. He rolled his eyes. " Such weak hearted creatures. Yelling when they see a dead body. Pathetic." He commented as he approached the door. He opened it.
" Pulse, I hate to break it to you, but you're father..." began a Poochyena, before Pulse swiped a paw at her. " What are you doing?" She asked as he placed his paws over her.
He smirked evilly. Perfect. He thought as he pulled out a Pokephone. He dialed 911. " This is the Poke police. What is your emergency?" Questioned an Arcanine. " My father has been killed." He pretended to be chocked up about it, letting tears come out of his eyes.
" I've captured the murderer, but I couldn't stop her before..." he made his voice crack. " Yes ,son? You still there?" The Arcanine asked.
" Yes." He chocked out, almost snickering. " What?!" Questioned the Poochyena. He pressed his claws into her. He didn't give a care if this was a woman. She was his ticket to freedom. He could use her.
And use her he did. " Stay right there. We are on our way." The canine told him. " I'll try." He commented, playing the damsel in distress act.
He stared down at the female. " What are you doing?" She barked at him. He rolled his eyes at the pathetically weak Pokémon. " Seizing my moment." He growled down at her.
For a moment the Poochyena has a look of horror on her face. Then it showed confidence. " Yeah? Except you can't win!" She growled as she kicked her feet up at his stomach and gracefully landed on her feet.
" You messed with the wrong Pokémon!" She snarled. He landed on his back against a tree. " Oh you're so on!" He barked. The Poochyena leapt. Smoothly, Pulse dodged and slashed at her face. It wasn't as hard as he wished, wanting to see her blood form at his paws. Let it flow freely. He wished.
He bared his fangs. " I won't let you take away my freedom!" He barked, as he pounced on her and they clawed and chomped on each other. Just as the female was about to have a full advantage, the Arcanine were here.
Pulse was under her, as she had her fangs over his throat. He looked almost gleeful at first when they arrived. " I'm going to end you once and for all, Pulse. I don't know what happened to you, but your inner demon needs to go." She growled, sinking her fangs into his throat.
This, He wasn't faking. It really did hurt. But he made sure to exaggerate it a bit as she bit down. It wasn't too deep, just enough for him to make it look believable.
Pulse, my friend you are going to make a good actor one day. He thought proudly to himself as he sent out a hysterical bark of pain. It was really loudly.
" Oh calm down! It will be over in a-" the Poochyena began before she was harshly pawed on her side, sending her to the ground. She skidded. She coughed as she brought herself to her paws.
A gasp rang out through the Arcanine group. " Traitor!" They all suddenly barked in unison. " It's not what it looks like." She whimpered. Pathetic, Pulse thought with satisfaction. If you looked closer you could see the slight smile on his face.
It is all going as I hoped. I won't get blamed for that worthless trash's death, and I can proceed without care. He made a disappointed face with fake tears. " I thought she was going to kill me." He told them with a sniffle.
" I can't believe you would do this, Ruri."The Arcanine leader growled. She was about to say something, but Pokecuffs were put around her paws. " Ruri, you are under arrest for the murder of Doom."
Pulse almost sighed. They're as dumb as can be. The police are easy to fool. He thought. If they had only sniffed then Pulse would have been the one to be arrested. Better get right to that work. Cops are pretty annoying. He thought as he watched Ruri gloomily walk alongside the police.