It's been about 10 years since my father died, about 6 years since my friend died. At this point I became broken, turned into a delinquent.

I got myself a spiked collar, and wore little spiked things on all four of my legs, some may say this isn't very fitting for an Eevee, but I don't care, people may think I do it to look cool, but no, I do it so people back the hell off.

At this point I have gone so far into the darkness that I think even my own mother is afraid of me.

Now to the actual story.

I was wandering the streets one night, angry, and filled with hatred. Suddenly an Houndoom came up to me and said: "we've been watching you for a while kid, and we like what we see, so how would you like to join our criminal organization?" He said handing me a pamphlet, "sign me right up, it's time others paid for what they've done to me." I snickered.

"Very well then." Said the Houndoom with a large grin. "Follow me." He said. I started following him, it took about an hour till we arrived. "Stay close." He said. "Do you take me for some sort of coward? What part of my appearance gave you the idea I'd back down from a fight?" I asked with a growl, making sure he knew I was clearly offended.

"Here's our boss." He said. Before me stood a charizard with two scars on his face, his appearance would make even the most ruthless of villains quiver in fear. But not me however.

"Good job Houndoom." The Charizard said. Wow that's funny, this Houndoom's name is actually Houndoom.....wow, talk about low creativity, you couldn't have come up with a better name? I thought to myself. I just sat and watched as the two had a small conversation.

Then when the Charizard spoke to me I perked my ears up. "We've been looking to recruit you for a while now, we never really got the chance." He said. "I don't really care, all I really care about is making others pay." I told him, "I also don't care about introductions, so if we could skip that part, that'd be great." I continued.