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Okay, this one took some HEAVY editing lol. This is a story I wrote a LONG time ago called Band's Revenge. I will warn you it is VERY violent, and contains questionable themes, so be warned! If you are plauged by nightmares after reading this I claim NO responsibility whatsoever! This is me at my DARKEST! YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!
P.S. The original had a VERY strong language content, but the forums should filter that out... if you want to read this story in all it's uncensored beauty send me a PM with your e-mail and I will be glad to send it to you.
P.S.S. This story takes place in the Balto-verse created by Cyberwulfe, one of the first Balto Fan Fic writers. The only substantial differences between his and mine are this: Jenna and Balto have 2 kids, Jenner (10 years old) and Kala (girl 6 years old) The ages are in human years as this is an Anthro story, and therefore dog years do not apply. Balto and Jenna are both 26, and Band is approx 25- 27 (unsure at this point?) Also, Steele became friends with Balto and helps him in his fight against Band.
(A bit different from my Balto-verse huh lol)
So here it is, Band's Revenge...
Once again... you have been warned!
BANDS REVENGE
WRITTEN BY ROTRAMEL USMC
Started: 1400 06 Feb 05
Finished 2356 06 Feb 05
Words: 5,810
Pages: 18
!WARNING! This FIC is rated R for language and vilolence!
Note: This story was inspired by Balto, (copyright 1995) and Balto 2: Wolf Quest (copyright 2000) by Universal Pictures and Amblin Entertainment. Band, Bitey and Draco are the intellectual property of Jason Wolfman, and Trixie, Jenner and Kala are the creations of Cyberwulfe and the events of this story are copyright 2004 by Anthony Rotramel. The other characters are copyright by Universal Pictures and Amblin Entertainment
It was dark in the town of Nome.
A white furred dog walked down the sidewalk.
He walked toward Jenna’s house, paws deep in the pocket’s of his baggy jeans.
Band didn’t know what to think.
He squeezed the grip of the .45 S&W in his pocket.
His white fur blew in the wind. He shivered.
“I never did like the cold,” he thought.
He slipped into a dark alleyway and pulled the gun out of his pocket. He looked at it and slowly turned the barrel to face him. He looked into the bore of the weapon.
“Is there any point in not doing this?” He thought, as his thumb tightened on the trigger.
He remembered the events of the previous day, the reason he was alone now.
He rubbed the barrel of the gun down his face, as tears started to come to his eyes.
“I never thought it possible,” he thought, “not Bitey, he was too good.”
He closed his eyes and thought of the events of the previous day….
Band was walking down the sidewalk, Bitey at his side.
Band was on his way to take care of Balto once and for all.
His exact words to Bitey had been, “I’m done messing with that retarded son of a wild ****.”
He was packin some serious hardware today.
Underneath the black trench coat he wore, Band felt the Mp5 sub-machine gun swaying against his belly. Bitey was equipped similarly.
Draco had disappeared from the cave yesterday, while Band had been out, scoping out the town. He’d concluded that Balto and gang had probably come and taken him.
“Good,” Band thought, “If that’s the way he wants to play that’s fine with me.”
He patted the gun under his jacket, they’d rescue Draco, then he’d take care of Balto, and anyone else who got in the way, after all, he had a lot of ammo,
Band smiled and turned to Bitey.
The black samoyed said nothing, as usual, he just nodded.
They were nearing Balto’s house now.
Steele and some of his goons were outside. Steele’s leather jacket was open to show the world the pair of government issued 1911 .45’s in the waist band of his jeans.
“So Balto’s gotten scared huh?” Band thought.
He grinned, the wolf dog had no idea.
Steele saw the pair then.
He took off the pair of sunglasses that he wore and squinted through the sun to see if his eyes were playing tricks on him, but no, they were still there.
His paw went reflexively to the handle of his pistol.
“Maybe they just want to talk,” Steele thought.
Steele was growing tired of this war between Balto and Band, so maybe Band was as well.
“Yeah,” he thought, “they just want to talk.”
Band and Bitey continued to walk up the sidewalk.
Steele saw Nikki and Kaltag had reacted similarly.
He shook his head and looked up at Star on the roof.
He winked at him, and Star turned the baseball cap he wore around, so he could get his face closer to the .50 cal. Barret rifle that he was lying behind. He put the crosshairs right on Band’s head.
“Halt there,” Steele said.
Band and Bitey stopped.
“What are you doing here?” Steele asked.
“We’re here for Drako,” Band said.
The wind blew and snow dust filled the air, as
the two stared at each other.
Band stood in the middle of the empty street. He put his paw into his jacket.
Steele drew his pistol then, as did Kaltag and
Nikki. Star’s finger tightened on the trigger.
“Would you relax,” Band said, grinning.
He pulled out his hand, holding a pack of
Marlboro’s and a lighter.
Steele turned to Kaltag and nodded at him.
“Jenna,” he whispered.
Katag nodded in the affirmative, and slipped
inside the house.
Steele was tense, he had a feeling that they
weren’t here to talk.
Band had lit the cigarette and put the lighter
back in his pocket.
The two stood there, not saying anything, just
staring at each other.
Band let a stream of smoke out of his mouth.
“What was that about? Taking care of the
****?”
Steele growled and Band laughed.
“Thought so,” he said.
The wind blew and his cigarette went out.
“Don’t worry,” he said, “I’m not here for her
today.”
“Not yet..” he thought to himself.
He looked at Bitey., then he put his paw back
into his jacket.
Steele and Nikki pulled up their pistols again,
aiming them at Band’s chest.
He smiled and pulled is paw out slowly and
put both of them in the air.”
“Can I relight my cigarette?” he asked.
Steele nodded at Nikki, and the two
reluctantly lowered their pistols.
Band smiled and put his paw back into his
jacket, his paw wrapping around the solid grip of the Mp5.
Suddenly he pulled it up, throwing off his
jacket.
Steele’s eyes widened as he saw the weapon.
“Gun!” he yelled as he dove to the ground,
Bitey’s first shots smacking into the wall where he had just been standing.
Nikki however wasn’t so lucky, he hesitated
and Band’s first string of shot’s stitched across his leg’s and stomach. Nikki howled and dropped below the steps.
Band whirled out of the way, as the Barret went off, and Star’s shot whacked in the dirt.
“****,” Band thought.
Steele looked over at Nikki, the chow-chow
looked pretty bad.
“But he’s alive for now,” Steele thought.
Band never heard anything until the shot.
He felt a burning sensation in is arm and
looked down to see the bloody track of a graze on his bicep.
He looked behind him and saw Kaltag shove a
resisting Jenna into a gray car, a smoking .22 pistol grasped in her paws.
“****,” Band thought.
The car drove off.
Steele started fireing at Band again.
Band was hiding behind some crates across the
street,
He looked to see Bitey making his way across
the street, since his opponent was down already.
Steele didn’t see him.
Bitey made his way around the flower pots that
Steele hid behind.
Bitey crouched down, and set the sights of his
mp5 right on Steele’s head.
Band watched all of this, he smiled
“Bitey never misses,” he thought to himself.
Suddenly a new stream of rounds crashed into
the crates, from a different direction.
Band turned to see Balto running at Steele,
some sort of hand gun in his paw.
Balto saw Bitey.
“You’ll never make it in time wolf dog,” Band
thought.
Bitey squeezed slowly on the trigger, so as not
to throw off his aim.
“Steele!” Balto yelled over the gunfire.
Steele turned around.
“Oh ****!” he yelled as he tried to move,
knowing as he did, that there was no way that he’d make it in time.
Suddenly a blast rocked his ears.
Bitey felt a fire spread across his chest, as he
fell backwards.
Band was shocked, as he saw his friend fall.
He looked at where the sound had come from, and saw Drako step from the shadows, a smoking shotgun at his shoulder.
“Draco?” Band thought.
“Draco! You lousy son of a ****!” Band
yelled.
Draco turned and looked at Band, and fired
again.
”*****,” Band thought, as the shot blew one of
the crates over.
Band peaked his head above the crates to see Draco crouch down beside Steele, helping him
up.
Then he saw Balto walk over to Bitey.
“He’s pretty messedup,” Balto thought as he
walked up to Bitey.
Bitey was squirming around on the ground. Balto almost to felt sorry for him, then he
remembered the fire in Bitey’s eyes, as he shot at Jenna, not two days ago.
Balto became angry then and kicked the Mp5 from Bitey’s paws.
He put a foot on the Samoyed’s chest.
Bitey looked up at him.
“No,” Band thought.
Then Balto pulled the trigger of his gun, again and again he pumped the heavy rounds into the downed samoyed.
Band was shocked. His friend’s blood splattered on the ground.
“Bitey?” Band thought.
Balto’s pistol went empty, but he kept squeezing the trigger, not noticing that the hammer was falling on the end of the clip.
Steele put a paw on his friends shoulder, and Balto stopped. He looked at his handiwork and grimaced, then he and Steele walked over and helped up Nikki. Star came out the front door then, rifle in his paws, Draco followed him.
The five of them ran over to a car, got in and drove off.
Band didn’t move for a long time.
Finally he got up and walked over to where they had left Bitey.
He fell to his knees before what was left of his only friend. Tears clouded his eyes.
“They’ll pay buddy,” Band said, “They’ll pay….”
Band stopped remembering, and stared at the pistol in his hands.
“They’ll pay,” he thought as he wiped his watery eyes with his paw.
Then he walked slowly toward Jenna’s home.
It didn’t take him long to reach the familiar bricked house.
There was no sign of Steele or his goons, but there was a peculiar looking gray car across the street.
Band was getting ready to walk across the
street, when the door opened.
Band slipped back into the shadows, as Jenna and Balto appeared in the doorway.
They hugged each other.
“How sweet,” Band thought.
He didn’t notice what the two were saying, but he did notice the nearly see through nightgown Jenna was wearing.
“Nice Jenna,” he thought.
He watched Balto walk over to the gray car, get in and speed off.
Band smiled as Jenna walked back into the house.
“This night may prove to be productive after all,” he thought, as he made his way carefully across the street.
Jenna rolled back the sheets of her bed, and laid down.
“I know I won’t be able to sleep, not with Balto out looking for Band, but I guess I should try,” she thought.
“What if he comes here?” She thought.
Then she saw Kaltag, slumped against the wall, asleep, the Ak-47 he preferred, slung across his shoulders.
“I’ll be fine,” She thought.
Then she closed her eyes and tried to sleep.
Kaltag was awoken by the sound of broken glass. He pulled up the rifle he had, and surveyed the room. Jenna was asleep, and the clock by her bed read 12:55.
Kaltag stood up, and began to walk carefully out of the bedroom.
Then he stopped. He pulled out his pistol, and laid it on the coffee table beside Jenna’s bed. Then he continued on through the house. He saw the cause of the noise, almost immediately. The window in the front of the house had exploded, glass shards of it covered the floor.
He walked cautiously over to it, rifle at the ready. He poked his head out of the hole, and looked around. Then he heard a click behind him.
He stopped.
He knew what that sound was.
“I’m sorry Trixie,” he thought as he spun around, rifle up.
Band just laughed and pulled the trigger of his pistol, five times.
Kaltag’s last thoughts were of his mate and their five pups.
“They are just a week old,”he thought.
The shots slammed into Kaltag’s head, and it exploded showering the wall behind him with blood. The Chinook fell to his knees, and just stayed there for a moment, it’s ruined head drooping backwards.
Band laughed again and shot Kaltag in the chest twice more, throwing the body backwards, and over a table.
He smiled as he reloaded his pistol and continued up the stairs.
Jenna was awoken by the sound of the gunshots.
“Oh ****,” she thought.
She noticed that Kaltag was gone. She had a very bad feeling about this.
“I’ve got to get to the kids,” she thought.
She stood up, then she noticed the pistol on the nightstand.
She picked it up, she recognized it.
“Kaltag…” She thought.
She took the gun and made her way carefully out of the room.
She froze as she caught sight of Band on the stairway, a pistol in his hand.
He grinned at her.
“God**** it,” Jenna thought as she raised the pistol and fired.
The shot slammed into Band, knocking him backwards. A hot fire raced up and down his arm. The shot had hit him in the shoulder.
“You’re going to get it for that you ****!” He yelled, in pain.
He jumped up as she ran down the hallway. He caught up to her quickly and grabbed her arm, she started to scream, and Band clamped his paw over her mouth.
She still wore that nice little nightgown….
Band bent his head near her neck.
“You smell so nice Jenna,” he said
Jenna began to get frightened, her heart beating hard.
He ran his paw down her back.
“Did Balto buy this for ya,” he asked.
Jenna didn’t respond.
“Good taste,” Band said.
“You… you….”
Jenna couldn’t think of what to say.
“Go ahead,” Band said, “bringing his paw around to her stomach, pulling her against him. “say it.”
Jenna gritted her teeth, “*******.” She said.
Band grinned, “actually I killed my dad,” he said, as his paw crept upwards.
Jenna threw her head back then, hitting him in the face. She still had her gun, and she pushed it to the side of his head, as he stumbled backwards.
Band grabbed the barrel as the gun went off, burning his hand. He grabbed Jenna’s shoulder and threw her sideways, intending to slam her into the wall, but his aim wasn’t the best, and she flew over the railing, and fell to the ground floor, breaking a glass coffee table as she landed on it.
“*****,” Band thought as he jumped over the railing, landing beside the unmoving Jenna.
She opened her eyes then, and groaned. She saw Band and tried to stand up, but she fell down.
“My leg’s broken,” she thought as she watched Band walk up to her. She’d lost her gun when she fell.
She tried to crawl away, but Band grabbed her by the ears, and hauled her to her feet, holding her up, because she couldn’t stand on her own.
He looked into her eyes, which filled with tears.
He shook his head, suddenly feeling nothing but disgust for the female in front of him.
He pulled back his paw and hit Jenna in the face with the barrel of his pistol. Her head snapped back and she yelped in pain.
He still held her and hit her again, smiling as he saw the results of his actions.
He stuck the pistol back in his pocket, and wrapped one massive paw around Jenna’s throat. She tried to pry it off, but he was too strong. He slammed her head against the wall, several times, oblivious to her yelping and crying. He stopped when the wall actually cracked.
Jenna’s head slumped against her chest, barely conscious.
Band smiled and he put his other paw on her shoulder, slipping first one side then the other off of the nightgown.
It fell to the floor.
Band looked around, and then he let go of Jenna, watching as she slid to her knees, barely able to move.
He undid his belt, and she tried to yell, understanding his intentions.
He pulled back his paw and punched her right in the nose, feeling the soft cartilage give way under the blow. It picked her up and the back of her head slammed into the wall. She slumped into the corner, sobbing.
“Shut up ya stupid ****,” he said as he dropped his jeans.
“I’ve worked long and hard for this moment,” he said, as he pulled her against him..
Kala was woken up then, by the sound of a
struggle down stairs, and a scream.
“Mom?” She thought.
She’d heard the gunshots, but she’d been told to stay where she was if she heard those.
“After all,” the young pup thought, “uncle Kaltag is here, and no one’s better than him.”
Still Kala was afraid for her mother and she climbed out of bed, intending to see what the ruckus was going on. She stepped out of her room.
Band was definitely enjoying himself. He’d waited for a long time to get Jenna like this.
“But all things come to those who wait,” he thought, with a smile.
Jenna was still sobbing, not looking at him, and this wasn’t exactly the way he’d pictured their union. It had been more something with candle light and soft music, but he’d settle for this. He pulled her closer to him, and she just sobbed some more.
“God I wish she’d quit that,” Band thought.
“Why don’t you just give up the act Jenna,” he said. “You know you’re enjoying this as much as I am.”
She said nothing, just kept sobbing.
Band became enraged then.
“SHUT THE HELL UP!” He screamed as he punched in the face again. She fell off of him and started to crawl away.
He ran over to her and kicked her in the belly. She rolled against the wall and yelped again.
“Shut up! He yelled again as he kicked her again, and again, and again, and again.
He probably would have kicked her to death, had it not been for the small voice that he heard just then.
“Mommy?”
Jenna stopped crying long enough to see that Kala was standing at the head of the stairs.
“No,” she thought.
Band grinned, as he picked up the gun from where he’d laid it on the floor.
“Kala run!” Jenna screamed.
Band turned and kicked her in the face and she yelped.
Band turned to see that the little pup hadn’t listened to her mother.
“Too bad for her,” Band thought.
“Balto I’m going to take everything you have left, you’ll be the most desolate dog in all of the world, all because of me, because of Band..”
Then he pulled up the pistol and pulled the trigger.
The bullet sped out of the barrel, flying up the stair way until it smacked the little pup, right in the center of her chest.
The sound caught up with the bullet then, and a single but loud BooM! Filled the house.
Kala was knocked back by the force of the impact, and she took a few steps backwards.
She looked down at the small hole in her; blood already covered her small torso. Her small mouth opened in shock. Then she looked back up at Band.
Band smiled as he jerked the trigger twice more, with similar results, except one of the rounds strayed, and hit Kala’s shoulder, spinning her around. The other one hit its mark though, and Band was rewarded by a shower of blood as this bullet punched right through the young pup, exiting out of her back, and blowing a chunk out of the wall behind her.
Kala tumbled down the stairs, until she hit the wall at the bottom.
She didn’t move.
Jenna was shocked.
“You *******!” she yelled.
Band turned, intending to kick her again.
The vase that Jenna had picked up, crashed into his head, and he fell to the ground.
Jenna crawled over to where Kala lay.
“Ah let her,” Band thought, as he stood back up and pulled up his jeans.
Then he walked over to what remained of Kaltag. He took the weapon from the dead dog’s paws and started over to Jenna.
“That messing ******* shot my baby!” Jenna thought as she crawled over to Kala’s still form. “***** him that piece of ****, why couldn’t he just leave us the hell alone, why did he have to do this why, why, did he have to come and shoot my baby!”
Jenna made it over to her then, and she wrapped her arms around Kala and cried. She knew that there was no way that Kala had survived, absolutely no way…
Band grabbed a hold of her arm then, and pulled her off of Kala. Jenna started screaming Kala’s name over and over.
Band let this go on for a few minutes, then he smacked her in the back of the head with his rifle.
“Shut the hell up ****,” he said as she dropped to the ground beside her daughter.
“Here ya stupid ****,” he said, “you want me to make it clearer for ya, here ya go.”
He pulled the bolt back on the rifle and put it to his shoulder, then he pulled the trigger.
Jenna screamed as round after round slammed into Kala’s body.
Blood splattered on Jenna’s face, as Kala literally came apart before her eyes.
Band stopped when the rifle clicked empty.
There wasn’t much left of the young girl.
Jenna just kept sobbing, unable to believe, unable to comprehend, what had just happened.
Band slammed another clip into the rifle and pulled the bolt back.
The door opened then, and Band turned to see who it was.
Balto stood in the doorway.
His mouth dropped open in surprise as he saw Band, and….
“Oh my God!” he thought, as he saw Jenna and… and….
“Kala?” Balto said.
Band brought up his rifle, just as Steele’s pistol’s cleared their holsters.
Band smiled again as he pulled the trigger.
His aim was a little low, but the automatic fire of the weapon made up for that.
The first round hit Steele in the leg, the next four in the stomach, and three more in the chest. The final clincher though, was the last one, that hit him in the ear, and took off the entire left corner of his head.
Steele slumped to the ground, definitely out of the fight.
Balto saw Kaltag then as her whirled around to avoid the spray of bullets that slammed into the wall beside him.
“I’m sorry Kaltag,” he thought, “What am I going to tell Trixie?”
Band hauled Jenna to her feet then, knowing that Balto had probably heard the shot’s, and so Star and his Barret were probably out there somewhere.
He was proven correct when a red laser dot danced slowly across his chest. He pulled Jenna in the way, and the laser hovered on her throat. Band began to move backwards, the barrel of the rifle pushed into Jenna’s bare back. They made their way up the stairs, and around down the hall.
Balto stood up as they passed from view, and drew his pistol as he ran after them, then he stopped and fell to his knee’s beside the body on the floor.
“Kala…” he said as he reached down and stroked the soft, furred, blood spattered face of what had once been his daughter, now… Balto threw up, unable to even comprehend what was before him.
“Band… you son of a ****, you’ll pay” he thought. He pulled the blood stained blue ribbon out of his daughter’s hair. “You’ll pay..”
Then he ran up the stairs.
Band was running down the hallway and suddenly came to a door at the end of it. He kicked it open, and pushed Jenna through it.
It was dark in the room, so Band flipped on the lights.
The window was open, and Band went to look out of it.
“At least Jenner made it out,” Jenna thought, “thank you Draco.”
Band was trying to decide whether or not they would survive a drop to the ground.
“Actually I don’t care much about her,” Band thought as he looked at Jenna. “the question is would I make it.”
He threw Jenna to the floor, she seemed a little more like her arrogant self, now that Balto was here.
“You’re going to die here Band,” she said, “you’ve really messed up this time.
“Too bad you won’t be here to see it,” Band said as he raised his pistol.
Jenna looked down the barrel, knowing that this would be the last sight, she’d ever see.
“I’m not going to cry anymore,” she thought as she stared down that barrel.
The window exploded as the gun went off, and a pillow two inches from Jenna’s head did as well, filling the air with feathers.
Draco landed atop Band, and knocked the rifle away from him. He picked Bands head up, and socked him in the face.
Then he kicked him in the stomach and hit him again.
Band stumbled back, unable to believe that it was Draco who was doing this to him.
Draco jumped at him again, and Band rolled to the side, Draco landing harmlessly on the floor beside him
Band stood up, and as Draco rushed him again, he slashed Draco’s arm.
Draco felt a burning sensation run down his arm, and was surprised to see Band holding a black handled fighting knife.
“*****,” Drako thought.
Band was very good with a blade.
Drako looked at his arm. A deep cut ran down the entire length of it, blood running through the black shirt he wore.
Band grinned at him, and Drako noticed Jenna’s lack of clothing.
He shook his head in disgust.
“God**** it Band, you never could understand when enough was enough could you? Why the hell did you have to do this?”
“You’re the stupid ***** who betrayed me,” Band said, “it’s your fault that Bitey’s dead.”
“No,” Drako said, ”Bitey followed his own path, as you have… I just did what I had to, to protect my new friends.”
“***** that,” Band screamed, “***** you and your messing friends you messingg coward you messingg piece of ****, all you are is a messing traitor!
Then he leapt at Draco, blade flashing.
Draco hit his arm, and the knife fell to the floor.
Now that that was out of the way, Drako could be less cautious. He smacked Band in the head, and Band returned the favor, hitting him twice in the chest.
Draco felt strange, he should have been able to take those hits without a problem, but he felt… hurt.
Draco slumped against the wall, aware that there was something seriously wrong now.
He felt a wetness on his chest and looked at his hand… it was blood.
He looked at Band, who was smiling
“Die you messing traitor, I hope you messing burn in messingg hell you messingg ****.”
Draco slid down the wall.
Clasped in Band’s paw, was an Italian switch blade.
“Do you remember this little beauty?” Band asked.
Drako nodded, the edges of his vision getting blurry.
“On a birthday… oh what about two years ago,” Band said, looking at the blood covered blade.
“I believe it was a Chinook who gave this to me,” he laughed, “in fact it was… you.”
Draco nodded again.
Band laughed again.
“How ironic,” Band said, ”that you would be the first one that I killed with it.”
Draco just slid down the wall, and was still.
“Drako?” Jenna said.
Drako didn’t respond.
Jenna started to cry again.
Band had just about had it with her.
He walked over and pulled her roughly to her feet, disregarding the small scream that came from her as he forced her to stand on her broken leg.
“Here Jenna, you God**** piece of ****, here,” he said. “Do you want this to end, huh, do ya. Fine then you little ****, here ya go, it’s over!”
Then he sunk the blade of the switch blade into her stomach. He pushed the knife deeper into her, until his hand was against the soft fur of her belly.
Jenna screamed and her hands tightened on his shoulder’s, then she fell to the floor. She was still alive.
“Maybe she’ll live, maybe she won’t,” Band thought. “I don’t really give a ****.”
He looked at his blood covered paws, and wiped them on his jeans.
He walked out of the room and straight into Balto’s gun.
“You son of a ****,” Balto said as he pulled the trigger. Band felt the shot go through his side, and a second later felt two more. He slammed against the wall in the hallway, and slid down it,.
“No,” he thought, “this isn’t the way it’s supposed to go, not like this.”
Jenna struggled to her feet and limped over next to Balto.
She fell against him, and he supported her, as he carried her over to the door of their room, and let her lean against it.
He felt a wetness on his paws, and looked down to see they were covered in blood, but not his…
“He stabbed me,” Jenna said in explanation,
“he… he.. Kala and… gun… Kaltag.”
“You’re not making much sense Jen,” he said as he put his hand on her shoulder. “you’ve probably lost a lot of blood… let’s…”
Balto thought about his daughter, downstairs, and started to cry.
“Let’s get you to the hospital…,” he said.
“But Band,” Jenna said.
“It’s over Jenna,” Balto said, “it’s all over.”
She leaned against him and cried.
“BALTO!” She yelled.
Balto heard three shots, and spun around.
“You missed Band,” Balto thought as he squeezed off four rounds, the third of which took off the top of the white samoyed’s head.
“Ha! come back from that one ****,” Balto thought.
Then he turned around.
“Jenna, I really got him that time, he’s….. Jenna?”
The door to their room was open, and Jenna lay in the floor, a trio of holes in her chest.
Balto fell to his knee’s.
“Jenna?”
Jenna moved a little and Balto crawled over to her.
“Is… is he…” Jenna couldn’t finish her sentence.
Balto’s eyes filled with tears.
“Yes Jenna,” he said, “he’s dead.”
Jenna smiled weakly.
“Jenna, I’m sorry I wasn’t here, where I should have been, I…”
Jenna reached up and put her paw to his lips and he stopped talking.
“Balto,” she said, “whatever happens, I want you… I want you to.. to be … happy, pr.. promise me that.. that you’ll be… happy.”
“Jenna shhh,” Balto said,
“You’re going to be just fine, just fine, just… just keep fighting….” Balto reached up and wiped the tears from his eyes.
Jenna smiled.
“Balto…. I… I …”
She pulled his head down close and whispered.
“I love... you.”
Then Jenna stopped breathing.
“Jenna?!” “JENNA!” Balto yelled.
“God**** it,” he screamed as he dissolved into tears, “God**** you Band! Goddman you to hell you son of a ****!”
He laid his head on Jenna’s still chest and sobbed.
Balto stood at Trixie’s door.
“I’ve got to do this,” he said aloud, as he rang the door bell.
Trixie answered it and saw Balto standing there, she could tell he was extremely upset.
“Balto? What’s wrong?” Trixie said a worried look on her face.
Balto looked at the two small pups, playing in the corner.
He started to cry again.
“Balto?” Trixie said.
“Band… he.. he showed up at the house,” Balto said.
“Kids, go upstairs,” Trixie said as her eyes filled with tears, for she thought she knew why Balto was here.”
She waited until the two pups had disappeared, then she turned to Balto.
“He’s dead… isn’t he?”
Balto nodded.
“Oh God,” Trixie said, dissolving into tears.
“Oh my God.”
“I’m sorry Trixie,” Balto said.
“Did you kill him?” Trixie asked.
Balto took her paws in his.
“Trixie, he.. he…”
“What Balto?” She asked, “What did he do?”
“He… the son of **** killed her…”
“Oh no,” Trixiee said, “Jenna?”
Balto couldn’t help it, couldn’t hold it back anymore, he dissolved into tears, unable to speak, he just nodded his head.
Trixie pulled him against her, and held him, trying to comfort him as best she could.
“Balto, I’m so sorry.”
“Steele and Kaltag… and… and … Kala,” Balto said.
“Kala?” Trixie said, “he killed her?”
Balto just nodded, burying his face in the soft fabric of her shirt.
She just held him, thoughts of Kaltag running through her mind. “How am I going to tell the kids,” she thought. “How am I going to tell them that their father is never coming home again?”
It started to rain, and Trixie pulled Balto inside. He could barely stand now, so she just held him….
SIX YEARS LATER
“Hon are you coming?” Trixie yelled.
Balto was sitting on top of the bed, in his room, holding a picture of Jenna, taken the day of that horrible night.
“Her birthday….”Balto thought.
“God****, has it really been six years?”
He could remember the event like it was yesterday.
“Don’t worry about me Jenna,” he said. “I did what you told me to do, and…. I’m as happy as I can be without you.
He kissed his paw and put it on the picture.
“Hon we’re going to run out of time, and I know that there’s something you want to do.” Trixie’s voice echoed up the stairwell.
He put the framed picture into his jacket pocket, and walked down the stairs.
“Daddy!” Jenner said as he rushed over to Balto.
“Hey tiger,” Balto said as he picked him up.
“The other’s are already in the car,” Trixie said.
“What about Jenna?” Balto said.
Trixie picked up a baby carrier, and Balto walked over to her, Jenner on his shoulders.
He looked into the carrier, and saw a very young little pup, the newest addition to their family.
“Well let’s go then,” Balto said, as Trixie tossed him the keys. The two of them walked out the door.
Balto stood in front of a marble head stone. It read; Jenna, born Jan. 23 1904, died, Jan 23 1930.
“Twenty six years old,” Balto thought to himself. “God your life was cut short,”
He thought of all the good times they’d had together, of all the times they’d shared.
“Jenna,” he said, as he looked up into the clouds. “I want you to know, that I’m alright now, though I wish you were with me… I’ll be okay,” he said.
Then he took the picture out of his jacket, and placed it on the tombstone.
He stood up and wiped his eyes.
“Six years,” he thought.
Then he turned around and walked back to Trixie and his family.
“Are you okay?” Trixie asked, as she hugged him.
He nodded and looked up into the clouds.
I am now,” he said.
Then he grinned at Trixie.
“So what do you say we all go get some ice cream?” Balto said.
“Ice cream yay!” The kids said, as they climbed in the car.
Balto smiled and grabbed Trixie and kissed her.
“I love you Balto,” she said.
Balto grinned I love you too Trix,” he said.
Then they went around, got in the car, and drove off…
THE END
(This story has a sequel that will be posted by the time you are done reading this, A Son's Vengeance which is already completed, and a prequel which is in the works and should be done by the closing of the week.)
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