she said quietly…

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Chapter: One

In a life time someone might find out who he or she is. On the other hand- they don’t. I found out after I was born…

My name is Rayne, for friends Ray or whatever they call me. I was born somewhere in Alaska, for some reason I forgot where.

Of course I don’t remember where I was born. I was only a pup when I was separated from my mother and father. I only know how I became something…That everyone hates…

I’m a black-and-white husky. White markings around my eyes. At the moment my age is 3 and a half.

I feel bad about my life. Born in a town that I don’t remember the name of. I loved to play with my siblings. I never got bored with them. Then came the time when the family that I lived with started selling my brothers and sisters. I felt bad because of that.

Soon one strong-looking man grabbed me. I almost yelped in pain because he picked me up pretty rudely. After all he was the nicest man that I had ever seen. He patted my head and held me against his chest while he gave my family some money.

I smiled and bit his jacket open playfully. He only chuckled and held me in his hands laughing.

He took me to his house. Inside his house was one pretty fat woman. She patted my head also when the man placed me on the kitchen table. I started wagging my tail and panting- jumping up and down on the kitchen table.

Also inside the house were several boxes. I finally understood that they were going to move away from the town. I only remember two large bunkers inside the town. Also there were two large factories inside the town.

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After a few days they moved away. I was with them inside a small basket.

Did it take two or three days to arrive at the new town? I can’t remember that well but I enjoyed the travelling.

Now I was in a new place. This town’s name was Nenana. I smiled because I had learned to read during my life. I sniffed my new home’s yard completely when I first got there. I was happy about my life…

But then… My master’s wife suddenly was taken to the hospital. I whined because my master told me to stay home. I stayed and went to sleep but I was worried about the woman’s life.

Nothing bad happened…But when they got back after a few days, they had something with them. They called it “baby”.

A few days passed and soon I realised that I didn’t get any attention. It felt bad because I was only a pup during those times. I wanted to play with my master like I had done everyday, but no. This baby was more important than I.

Soon I heard talking coming from the kitchen. I didn’t usually mind to go and listen to it, but this time I went to listen.

They talked about me. My ears perked up when I heard my name “Rayne”. I wished I could do something about it… I couldn’t only listen them.

My master was talking about something to do with moving back to the place where I lived before, also something else that he whispered to his wife. I remember these words- “…I’ll whisper it to you… So that Rayne can’t hear it…”

I didn’t understand what would happen to me.

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During the days I noticed that my food was nearly at an end. Also they were moving again.

I enjoyed travelling so I prepared in my own way. They made everything up for me like they did before we moved to this town. I barked playfully, but the baby started crying when I did so. I got scolded.

Soon the day came. I was exactly 8 weeks old at that time. I was adopted when I was 7 weeks old.

They loaded the truck and then they started moving. I was with them smiling, but after a while the truck stopped. I noticed a few tears on my master’s wife’s cheek.

They picked up the basket where I was in and jumped out from the truck. I didn’t realise what they were doing.

My master patted my head and raised his finger to command me. “Rayne… Stay!” he said then jumped back into the truck and then they left me. Of course I stayed there.

Winter wasn’t even near so I wasn’t shivering from the cold. I was on the outskirts of the town.

I felt hunger rise inside me, but I still sat in the basket- but nothing, no one came.

Hunger forced me to move to find something to eat, but what could I eat?

I padded to a restaurant. I sat on the porch begging for one man’s food. The man glanced at me and grabbed his water glass. He then threw water onto me and shouted something. I only took off running all wet.

I stopped running when I found out that I was all alone again.

The only thing I did was lay in my basket and wait.

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In the morning I finally realised that my owners wouldn’t come back. I cried a few hours in the basket.

Suddenly I felt a nudge on my back and I turned my head to see who it was. He was a young husky. His face was still childish looking and he was wearing some kind of suit.

He opened his mouth to talk to me. “Hey there… What you’re doing all alone in here?” he asked me. I sniffed for an answer and the dog nodded his head and gently picked me up.

He took me into the forest and there I saw other dogs like him. Each of them was dirty and they wore green coloured cloth around their whole body.

They talked a while asking questions about me where I did answer well. I told my age and how I had gotten into this sort of situation. They nodded their heads and asked me, “Do you want to get a new and good home?” And I answered, “Yes I do want to get into a new home…”

I never knew where they took me, but I only heard one word… ’The Alpha Den’

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Later I found out that I was in a training facility. Their were going to teach me how to fight, run, tactics and other things. I was really excited about the situation.

Soon I realized that it wasn’t so fun after all. It was tough training. For a few weeks we only ran. Me and my new friends that they called “Team-mates.”

I ran and ran everyday starting from 0600 and late into the night. I learned soon that it meant 06:00 am.

I got scolded with the others but I soon also learned that those scolds were meant to make us tough dogs.

A year went by. I was now full grown, but still a pup. Now they threw us clothes that they caledl “Uniforms.” I also found out that I was in a Military Special Dog Force’s training facility.

They forced us to fight each other to separate the bad dogs from the good ones.

That was a tough job. I beat a few dogs but also got beaten too. I was chosen for the good side- I was proud.

The uniform was heavy- 20 kilos- and I didn’t like that weight. It wasn’t a bad uniform after all. It suited me pretty well. It didn’t bother me while I ran or fought.

It protected my whole body, except my throat, neck, legs, and belly were open for attacks. I soon learned to protect those parts well with the others.

I was fast, one of the fastest dogs on my team.

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After 3 years I was now free of the training, now an adult, but still called a “Green horn” due to lack of experience.

I was transformed into a dog division for an attack. It was the winter of 1928 after half a year.

Well I got into a Scout team and I hanged out with 12 dogs. We patrolled and did everything that was fun.

Finally we went into a mountain range. We patrolled long distances.

My strong leader led us through the forest.

There I feared the worst. A gunshot suddenly cut through the silence. On my face spat something warm and it tasted bad. I opened my eyes and saw my leader leaning forwards. He then fell onto the ground head open.

The rest of the dogs started to panic and run in directions to follow someone- a headless run.

I snorted and ran with them also, but then I felt a pain in my shoulder. A bullet cut a deep wound into it.

I fell onto the ground whimpering of my wound. I whimpered more when I was abandoned in the wild.

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I was now limping inside the forest. My shoulder was bleeding under my uniform where a hole was.
I kept limping when I finally fell to the ground near death.

Last thing I heard was barking in the distance. I couldn’t see what was coming. I closed my eyes and fell asleep.

I woke up inside a large room. There were all kinds of things lying on the table and on the bookshelves. I blinked my eyes to clear the vision. It was morning. Or at least the sun was rising above the horizon.

I noticed a bandage on my wound on my shoulder. My uniform was hanging lazily on a chair.

I shook my head to get back into the real world. My head was like a drum. It felt bad but soon it went over.

I smiled a bit seeing the room where I was in at the moment. “Good place…” I said quietly smiling. I saw two flies playing dive bombers near a sugar piece on the table.

Even though it was winter there could still be some flies inside houses.

I never actually knew what happened to me, but I hoped that everything was alright. My M.S.D.F collar was still around my neck. It made me smile a bit.

Never did I know where I was and what was going to happen to me…

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Chapter: Two
Time: Morning Day unknown
Location: Unknown for now


I was still lying in my basket where I had been placed while I was in “Dream land” what we call it. In English: “unconsciousness”.

Man I hated that place already. Was it because of fear? Or was it something else? I really didn’t know why I was held here. I just hoped that I could get on my feet soon so that I could plan running away.

I got up with shivering legs at once almost losing my balance. As soon as I was on my feet steadily I smiled to myself. Flies were still playing dive bombers near the sugar piece. One of them flew and hit against the window trying to get out into the cold air.

As soon as the fly hit the window it flew back to the sugar piece. Its friend was already trying to eat the sugar upon its arrival. Soon they started fighting over the sugar piece.

I smiled for the boring view- at least it beat sleeping. My eyes scanned the whole room and I thought that it is a working

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