Hells Fire

I was young and didn't have a family. I never had a mother. I hatched alone and lived the same, but thats before a little boy found me looking through trash for food. He loved me and cared for me. I liked the new life I had. His parents accepted me aswell, so I was part of his family. During my boy's younger years, I evolved to grow clean sharp silver horns and a whip like tail to replace the stub one a tail I had before. My boy cleaned and polished my horns when they got dull and sharpened them when worn down. He even took me to contests we both trained for. Sadly I has only managed to get through one round before I was defeated in the battle round againest some water creature. My boy didn't mind the losses and was kind-hearted to me. It was the life. Years went by and I grew older and less active, but the boy never lost intrest until another member of the family came about. A younger one was brought in and my boy, well I thought he was mine before it came. It seemed to like me as it would roll around and tickle me with it's large bushy tail. The boy played with it and started to ignore me. he IGNORED me, like a piece of meat. All of those years for nothing? Why? It was that things fault. I hated it. Sometimes as it would walk past me, I would snap at it and suddenly bark and snarl at it to make it terrorifed. It was good to see who was still the stronger one, but I would be thrown out into the rain as punishment. I sat under the broken tree that me and my boy used to play under and thought "It took my life..my boy..MY BOY.." I swore I would be the one to set it aflame with Hell's Fire. MY fire. One day after a long walk, it came back as if it was made out of leaves! What luck.. It should burn much more easier now. It came over and smiled at me with it's now brown eyes sparkling. I wonder if it can sence my haterd for it through my eyes.


More days passed as my boy gave a treat to that living leaf and not me. I waited my turn. It never came. My nuzzle grows grey and my horns are not as new nor clean looking anymore. My tail not as lashing unless it was at the walking leaf. My boy took it to a contest, the one thing that I had hope in left. Of course I wasn't the young strong one I used to be. Back then I had everything I needed. Everything was wonderful. Then it came. It burned everything important and dear to me. I'm not the one to burn. THAT needs to burn. Forever...


I had my chance to get rid of it. It ran around the garden and in the flowers. Enjoying itself. It was so care free. It maked me sick. It felt foam had started to grow from my throat and I snapped. I dived at it and pinned it to the ground before wrapping my jaws around it's neck. Hearing it yelp sent pleasure surging through me. It cried for MY boy, begging to be released. It never liked battling. But I DID. I let it go before any of the family noticed and I sat back in my bed and watched as the leaf ran past me, frightened that I would attack it again. It was right. I got up and fire spewed forth from my mouth straight at it, burning its tail into ashes in seconds. Again it cried. I had to admit I was excited and started firing at it again, making sure it would suffer for what it had done to me and my life. But my fire had caught not only the leaf, but the house too. I burned down the living room, then the halls and then I got to my boy's room. He was in the corner with his parents and IT. I snarled at the leaf, but they had something on them. It glinted as the father pointed it at me. He did something strange. It fired something into my blackened heart, tearing it as it passed through my skin. All I saw as fire...Hells Fire...MY Fire...


My boy and the family lived, along with IT. It never grew another tail though. I never left my boy. I never will. But as my anger sets my soul alight, so does the house they move too. It began to slow down and it also was replaced when it got too old. It got used to the new one and as it got older and older it's leafy body began to die and break apart. This was the moment I had. I must burn it with my Hell Fire. It was old and weak. As it always was. I dragged it away from the house and into a ditch. it barely struggled and fought to save itself. I set it alight. I watched it burn. It wailed and finally after so long. I got my boy back. Then it struck me. My boy has a new one. Then I must get rid of this one aswell..




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WiTh HeLls FiRe....


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MY FIRE....