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 Posted: Sat Oct 13, 2007 6:04 pm
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Posted: Sat Oct 20, 2007 11:14 am
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Posted: Sat Oct 20, 2007 11:16 am
 I am Hellfire.
To most, i am simply a Houndoom. To Team Rocket, I am the one who got away. I am a plague to those around me. I obey no one. I serve no one. To me, there is no meaning to life. There is nothing i care about. I hate myself, i hate the rest of my kind. I am not a tool, but i have been used as one many times.
My heart eludes capture.
I do not belong to anyone.
..At least that's how it used to be.
I have met a human. I met her long ago when i was but a Houndour. She helped me. Now i help her. Her other pokemon are respectful to me. (Except for that arrogant Jolteon...) They are my comrades. I stand by them as long as i will be able to. I support them as they support me. They have become my reason to live.
I have loved others, but they have never loved me. I am not young (Though not as old as Nirvana), and at 7 years of age, I am no longer seen as a worthy mate.
I was a pup when I was taken from my pack by Team Rocket. The only reason I was the one taken was because my eyes were blue. Tests were performed, and the result of one was the scar on my eye. I only endured because during these tests I was strapped down with a human threatening me with something I knew would hurt, as it glowed red-hot. Every day was a new test. Others were brought in, Growlithe and Clefairy and many others…even a baby Lugia. If they didn’t submit to the humans’ torture and tests, they were taken to a back room and were never seen again. What they did to the younger ones…
When I was about…a year old, they took me to a large mansion and I was presented, along with many others who had survived the tests, to a strange man. The others were scarred like me, but moreso as they had struggled more. My scars had healed except for the one under my eye, which still looked fresh. The man looked everyone over, prodding them and feeling their muscles. But I wanted him nowhere near me and by the time he came to me my throat was hurting from how much I was growling. Just by looking at him I felt scared and angry. So when he came to me…I took about three fingers. There was utter chaos for a moment, cries of pain and yells for help. The handlers let go of our chains and we all bolted out of there. The winged ones took off into the sky, and the rest of us ran the fastest we could. Unfortunately for me and few others, out legs were shackled and we got caught. We were…each taken back to the lab where we were punished. I fought back and…they gouged half my eye out and sewed the hole shut. By the time I became a houndoom, it was too far gone and infected to help it or get it out without extreme pain. The worst was not being able to help the others as they got limbs hacked off when they decided to fight…
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Posted: Sat Oct 20, 2007 11:17 am
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Posted: Mon Jan 21, 2008 10:37 am
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Posted: Mon Jan 21, 2008 10:38 am
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Posted: Mon Jan 21, 2008 10:40 am
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Posted: Sat Dec 20, 2008 12:29 pm
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