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This is the follow up to Band's Revenge, as such it contains the same warnings as the other one. The Violence is over the top, the language is horrid, and if you have nightmares after the fact it is NOT my fault! (..but seriously, this one's not as BAD as Band's Revenge lol) Also, this is a sequel, so if you don't read the first one (Band's Revenge) this one won't make much sense!
~WARNING! THIS FIC IS BLOODY AND JUST PLAIN BAD, READERS DISCRETION IS STRONGLY ADVISED~
A Son’s Vengeance
The sequel to Band’s Revenge
By: Rotramel USMC
Started: 1400 03-05-05
Finished: 2324 03-05 05
Words: 7,011
Pages: 50
!Warning! This FAN FIC is rated R for Language, and VIOLENCE!
Note: This story was inspired by Balto, (copyright 1995) and Balto 2: Wolf Quest (copyright 2000) by Universal Pictures and Amblin Entertainment. Band, is the intellectual property of Jason Wolfman, and Trixie, Jenner and are the creations of Cyberwulfe. Nemar, Sylvia and the events of this story are copyright 2005 by Anthony Rotramel. The other characters are copyright by Universal Pictures and Amblin Entertainment
Chapter 1: An Inspiration
A young brown colored dog was coming home from school.
He was angry.
The young dog slammed the door to, his house, open and walked inside.
He threw the book bag, that hung on his shoulder, against the wall, and walked into the kitchen.
His mother, whose name was Sylvia, was cooking.
“Hey hon,” she said, “good day at school.
“The dog sighed, and plopped down on a nearby chair.
“What do you think?”
“Is that Ronnie kid still picking on you Nemar?”
Nemar just grabbed an apple off of the table, and walked up the stairs.
“Poor kid,” Sylvia thought, “he hasn’t been the same since his daddy died.”
She sighed and went back to peeling her potatoes.
Nemar sat down at his desk, and put his head in his hands. He didn’t know what to do.
He looked up at the huge picture of his dad, Band that hung on the wall, behind his desk.
He sighed.
“What would you have done?” He thought.
He looked around his room, the walls were covered with pictures of him and his dad.
He went to the closet, and pulled out the last present his dad had ever given him.
It was shotgun, the first one his dad had ever owned. It had the stock sawed off of it, and it was a little heavy, but it felt good in his hands.
Nemar had never shot it before.
He looked at it, and hefted it, felling the weight of it in his hands.
Then he put the gun back in his closet, and walked back down stairs.
After his dad’s death, he and his mother moved down here to California.
He walked back into the kitchen.
His mother was still peeling potatoes for dinner.
“Mom, what was dad like?” Nemar asked.
“Son,” Sylvie said, “we’ve talked about this several times, your father…. Your father was not a good dog, it’s better if we just don’t talk about it, okay?”
Nemar became angry.
“Mom, how can you say that, you were his mate, how can you not feel sad that he’s gone?”
“He hurt a lot of people.” Sylvie answered.
“He knew how to get things done,” Nemar responded.
Nemar started to leave the room, when he saw a picture on the fridge, that hadn’t been there before.
He walked over and tore it off of the fridge.
He became more angry
“What the **** is this?”
“Hey Nemar, watch your language.” Sylvie said.
Nemar stared back at his mother.
“What… the ****… is this?”
Sylvie looked at the picture in her son’s paws.
“Oh I found that when I was cleaning today, it’s a good picture don’t you think?”
Nemar looked at the picture again. It was of his mother and a red and white husky, but in between both of them, his arms around them, was Balto.
“Mom,” Nemar said, “this ******* killed dad.”
“Did I not just say to watch your language?” Sylvie asked.
“Balto is a good dog, anyone else, including me would have done the same thing he did, your father…. Oh never mind.”
She went to peeling potatoes again.
You disloyal little ****,” Nemar said under his breath.
“NEMAR!” Sylvie yelled, “why don’t you just go sit in your room, and think about what you just said.”
Nemar looked at the picture again.
“**** you,” he said, walking up the stairs.
“I wonder what’s wrong with him?” Sylvie thought.
Nemar went to his room alright, he picked up the shotgun, he didn’t know why, it just felt good in his hands, then he snuck out the window, and snuck into his mom’s room through the window.
He went to the closet, the one where his mother had put all of his father’s stuff.
He opened it, inside were a lot of boxes.
He drug one of them down, and opened it.
Inside was a wooden chest, it was locked.
He used the end of the shotgun, to break off the lock.
He opened it, and gasped.
In it was a letter, and a bunch whole of little white bags, and two pistols.
Nemar picked up the note, and read it.
He stood up and opened another one of the boxes. Inside was a box of shells, and another note.
He dropped it, and looked at the gun in paws.
He picked up the box of shells, and put three of them into the gun, then set the rest on the dresser.
He looked up, and saw something he’d never seen before, he’d actually never been in his mom’s room.
Hanging on the wall, right beside a picture of his mom and him, was a portrait of Balto.
He looked back at the note and dropped it to the floor.
Nemar stood up and glared at the picture.
“You ***** *******!” he yelled.
Then he pulled the trigger.
The picture exploded, and blew a hole the size of a twelve pack of coke into the wall.
Nemar gritted his teeth, and glared at the picture, which was half hanging off the wall, Balto’s face was demolished.
The dust of shattered plaster hung in the air.
Sylvie came running in then, and slammed the door against the wall
“Nemar! What was that! It sounded like a..”
Sylvie froze as Nemar turned toward her.
His voice was incredibly calm as he spoke.
“You no good piece of **** cheating little ****ing ****,” he said.”
He pulled the trigger again.
Blood exploded out of Sylvie’s back, and splattered on the wall.
The impact of the shot picked up his mother and threw her against the wall.
Nemar walked across the room.
He looked down at her.
Her white shirt was red now, blood covered her, and some of it had even splattered on her face.
She wasn’t breathing very well.
Sylvie couldn’t talk, so she just stuck her arm out towards her son.
Nemar watched all of this.
Then he rasied the shotgun, putting in the hollow of her throat.
He pumped another shell into the chamber of the shotgun.
“This is for dad,” he said.
He pulled the trigger.
His mother’s head, and most of her chest vaporized, and this time blood splattered on Nemar.
The corner of the room was coated in blood.
He looked back down at what was left of his mother.
“****.” He said.
He wiped the blood off of his face with his paw, and flung it against the wall.
Then he walked over to the boxes, grabbing the two of them, and walking up to his room.
A few minutes later, Nemar came back downstairs, his backpack slung over his shoulders.
He looked at the picture of Balto and his mother, which his mom must’ve out back on the fridge after he left.
He walked over and ripped it off of the fridge.
He stuck the picture in the pocket of his coat.
Then he walked over to the counter, where his mom’s purse sat.
He dumped the contents out on the counter, and searched through it until he found a roll of money.
He counted it, and stuck it in his pocket.
Nemar walked back into the bedroom.
“This’ll probably cover the ticket to Nome,” he said, “thanks ****.”
Then he grabbed his bag and walked out the door.
Chapter 2 Taking Care of a Bully
`Nemar sat in the bushes, watching the gray dog, whom he’d come to hate, walking down the side walk with his girlfriend.
Nemar knew her, he’d met her yesterday.
“Too bad she’s here, she seemed kind of nice,” Nemar thought.
As they walked by, Nemar jumped out of the bushes at them.
He landed on Ronnie, and pushed him to the ground.
“You little…” Ronnie said, as stood up.
“I’m gonna kill you!”
He started towards Nemar, but froze when he saw the handgun in Nemar’s paw
“Hey man, be cool you know,” He said, as he stepped back.
“I’m cool,” Nemar said, dropping his arm.
“You are?” Ronnie said, uneasily.
“Yeah man,” Nemar said, he started laughing.
Ronnie started laughing with him.
“You sure got me, bet that’s not even a real gun is it?”
Nemar kept laughing. I… I don’t know..”
He looked up, and stopped laughing.
“Why don’t you tell me?”
Then he pulled up his arm.
The handgun sounded like a cannon going off in the quiet park.
The pretty husky’s head snapped back, as the bullet hit her right in between the eyes.
The back of her head exploded, and she fell to the ground.
Ronnie looked on disbelievingly.
Nemar started laughing again.
“Now that’s some funny ****.”
“****… you…. you ****in… God****” Ronnie stuttered.
Nemar finally stopped laughing, and raised his arm again.
“You… you killed her man!” Ronnie yelled. “Oh my god!”
Then he looked up.
The silence was split once again, as Nemar pulled the trigger.
The bullet hit Ronnie in the center of the chest, and he stumbled back against the fence to the park.
Nemar walked up to him, firing more shots into the young dog.
“You stupid ****er, you ****ing picked on me every day for being Band’s son, you piece of ****! At least,” he fired again, “I learned something from him!”
He pulled he trigger again, but the hammer fell with a click, he had used all fifteen of the bullet’s in the clip.
Nemar heard sirens, and took off.
Chapter 3 A Disturbance in the Park
Balto and Trixie were sitting on a park bench in Nome’s new park.
On the other side of the park, was a sign of how Nome was growing.
It was a new three story apartment complex.
Star sat over on the other bench, a little ways away from the two.
Balto didn’t feel safe anywhere now, he knew that Band was dead, he knew, because he had killed him.. but for some reason, Balto didn’t feel comfortable anywhere.
Trixie sighed and laid her head on his shoulder.
“It’s a beautiful morning huh Balto?”
Balto nodded.
“Sure is Trix.”
Balto closed his eyes, and leaned back, relaxed.
Trixie wrapped her arms around him, closed hers as well.
Balto suddenly felt guilty, something that had been happening more and more here lately.
As Trixie hugged him closer, an image of Jenna popped into his mind.
“***** it!” He said to himself, “it’s been eight years.”
He opened his eyes, and sat up.
A gunshot suddenly shattered the peaceful atmosphere of the park, and Balto Jumped up.
He saw that Star had already gotten behind the bench he’d been sitting on.
Balto did the same, drawing out the two pistols that he’d carried everywhere with him since the accident.
“Who’s paranoid now?” He thought, as he hid behind the bench.
He looked over at Star.
“Have you seen him?” He yelled, as another shot kicked up snow dust to his left.
Star pointed his own handgun at the new building.
Balto peeked his head out, and saw a shape in the top floor’s window.
Balto pulled the trigger of his own gun, and several holes appeared in the window.
He saw the shape fall, but didn’t know if he’d hit it or not.
He got his answer about thirty seconds later, as another shot sounded.
Balto saw blood spray, as it hit Trixie.
“NOOO!” Balto yelled.
He ran out then, firing both of his pistols. He got to Trixie and was relieved to see that she was still breathing.
Balto kept firing, until his pistols were empty, and then he drug Trixie back to the bench.
He leaned her up against it.
“Are you okay?” Balto asked.
He was afraid he knew the answer to his question.
“I.. I think it just hit me in the shoulder,” She said.
Balto breathed a sigh of relief, if he could get her to the hospital, she’d be fine.
“Enough of this,” he thought.
“Star!” Balto yelled.
Star looked over at him.
“Cover me!” he yelled.
Star nodded, as Balto slammed his last clip into the pistol, and ran out at the building.
Several shots hit the ground around Balto as he sprinted toward the building, then Star opened up on the window, and the shots stopped.
Balto made it to the building, and kicked the door open.
He ran inside.
Balto raise up his pistol, as he heard someone coming down the stairs.”
He dropped his arm as a young brown dog ran down the stairs.
Balto waited until the dog ran out of the building, then he sprinted up the stairs.
He came to the door to the room that the shot’s were coming from, and kicked it in.
He ran in, ready to fire, but… there was no one there.
The room was bare except for a table in the center and the rifle, which was still lying on the window.
He walked over to the table.
There was a note on it.
“He picked it up, and read it.
“Bye Bye Balto,
BooM!,
Someone who doesn’t give a ****.
Balto looked at the bottom of the paper, there was a string on it.
“****!” Balto thought, he ran at the window, firing into it, trying to weaken it, then he jumped through it, right as the room burst into flames behind him.
The blast threw him through the air, and he landed on the grass somewhat hard.
As he stopped rolling, he looked back, and saw that the entire middle of the building had been blown away, there were scraps of paper floating down out of the sky.
Balto heard sirens, and went to holster his weapons, but he’d dropped them when he jumped through the building.
An Ambulance and a police car pulled up then, and Balto stood up.
A few fire trucks rolled up and started to combat the massive blaze.
The police cruiser’s door opened and two dogs in uniform got out, one of them walked over to him.
“Hey if it isn’t Balto?” One if them said, “what did you do this time?”
Balto saw the other policedog walk toward the building.
“What happened,” the dog in front of Balto asked.
“I don’t know, we were fired on, and… Trixie!”
Balto started to run toward the park bench, but saw that the paramedics had already gotten to her, and that they were taking her to the ambulance.
The other police dog walked up then, holding Balto’s guns.
“These yours Balto?”
Balto hung his head.
“Okay Balto,” the dog in front of him said, you know the deal, I’ve warned you before, now I’ve got to take you in.”
“But.. but we were being fired at!” Balto protested.
“Balto, look around you, how many dogs did you endanger by returning fire, did you even hit anyone?”
Balto shook his head.
“So you discharged no less than thirty shots, probably more, and you didn’t hit one thing. Come on up against the car.”
Balto obeyed.
“Hey fella’s, back off.”
Balto turned around as the other two moved back.
He turned around, there was a yellow dog in a brown trench coat behind him.
The dog grabbed Balto by the ears and slammed his face into the window of the car.
‘Stay there,” the dog yelled.
He turned to the two policedogs.
“You’ve done a good job,” he said, “we’ve been after this one for a while.”
“We?” The policedog said.
The yellow dog pulled a badge out of his coat.
“FBI,” he said, as he put cuffs on Balto.
“The two dogs watched as the yellow dog drug Balto over to his Monte Carlo, and threw him inside.
Then the dog waved at them, got in his car and sped off.
The yellow dog drove his car, until he was about four blocks away from the building, then he pulled into an alleyway, opened his door and drug Balto out of the back of his car.
He pushed Balto’s face against the brick wall, and undid the cuffs.
“Balto flexed his writs, getting blood flowing to them again.
“Thanks Blaze,” he said.
Blaze shook his head.
“Balto, you’ve got to be smarter than that, you could’ve gotten alot of people killed.
“Balto, I know it was hard, losing Jenna, and I know you feel that you were responsible, but you can’t be toting around a boomstick everywhere, much less shooting in town, leave it to the police.”
Blaze got in his car and drove off.
Balto started toward the hospital, going to see Trixie.
Chapter 4 Balto’s Big Mistake
Balto and Trixie were walking back from the hospital, it was dark, because the doctor’s had to work on Trixie’s arm a bit, but now she would be just fine.
They were talking.
“You know Trixie,” Balto said, “there’s… there’s something that’s been happening, that I think you should know about.”
“What’s that?” Trixie said.
“Well… here lately I’ve… I’ve been feeling.. awkward around you.”
“What?” Trixie asked, confused.
“It’s… it just feels wrong, you know, I mean… I keep thinking of her Trix, you understand?”
“No,” Trixie said, “Balto I don’t, it’s been eight years, I thought… I thought when we agreed to this, that you said you were okay with it?”
“I was,” Balto said, “but here lately.”
“Oh I understand,” Trixie said, “what’s her name?”
“What?” Balto asked, “Trixie no, I love you, I’d never…”
Trixie cut him off.
“You love me, but you feel awkward.”
Balto sighed.
“It’s complicated.”
“No,” Trixie said, “I understand, It’s not complicated.”
She started to walk away.
Balto grabbed her shoulder, and she spun around.
“Balto let me go!” She said, angrily.
“No, I need to talk to you.”
“I said let me go,” she almost yelled.
“And I said I needed to talk to you,” Balto said, a slight bit of anger starting to form in his mind.
Trixie gritted her teeth and slapped him as hard as she could, which wasn’t hard at all.
Balto didn’t even think.
He drew his arm back and back handed her.
She fell to the ground.
Trixie’s paw went to her face.
Balto looked down at her, realizing what he’d just done.
Tears clouded Trixie’s eyes.
She stood up and started to walk away, her paw still on her face.
“Trix,” Balto said.
Trixie started running.
“****,” Balto thought, “why’d you do that? I’ll have to talk to her tomorrow, and apologize, what’s wrong with me lately.”
Then he walked away.
Trixie didn’t know what to think, as she walked away from Balto.
“He’s never hit me before.” She thought.. “He must be really having a hard time. I’ll give him tonight to think about it, then I’ll go talk to him in the morning.”
She stumbled through the dark alleyways, unaware that someone was watching her.
Nemar watched Trixie stumble through the alley.
He was a little upset at having not killed Balto today, he’d been so close.
But now he had another idea.
“This is perfect,” he thought, as he raised his rifle.
He set the sights of the scope on Trixie’s throat.
He smiled.
“Come and get it Balto.” He thought, then he pulled the trigger.
The shot made a noise quieter than a whisper as the round traveled through the six inch suppressor attached to the barrel of the rifle.
Trixie stumbled backwards and fell to the ground.
Chapter 5 Time to make up
Balto sat on the couch thinking, a 40 oz. Crown Royal in his paw.
He changed the channel on his TV for the seventieth time that night.
Balto looked at the clock
“2:00 in the morning,” he thought.
He took a big gulp of the Crown Royal, and set it down on the table in front of him.
He hadn’t been much of a drinker, but he’d started not long after Jenna’s death.
He picked up the picture of her, that sat on the table.
He’d taken it not long after they’d gotten married, in a field, not far away from where they lived.
God I’m a ****in idiot Jen,” he said. He looked at the picture again, and sat it down on the table.
He put his head in his hands and sighed.
“What am I going to do?” he said.
He opened his eyes and looked around the dark room.
The walls were covered with pictures of him and his family.
His gaze stopped at the picture of Trixie he’d taken on their wedding day.
“She’s so beautiful,” he said.
He picked up the nearly empty bottle and stumbled over to the picture.
He’d enlarged it, as it was the best picture Balto thought he had ever taken.
He put his paw on the picture’s face.
He looked at the clock again.
Balto sighed, and finished up the Crown Royal, then he threw it at the trash can.
The Alcohol was getting to him, and he missed, the bottle hit the floor and it shattered, covering the floor with broken glass
“I’ll pick it up tomorrow,” Balto thought.
Then he stumbled up the stairs, and into his room.
Chapter 6 A Note
Balto rolled over and looked at the clock,.
His head was throbbing.
The clock read: 11:00
“Wow,” he said, “must’ve missed the alarm.”
He rolled out of bed and walked into the bathroom to shower,
Balto came out of the bathroom, and walked down the stairs, dressed in his usual white T-shirt and blue jeans.
He saw a note on the fridge.
He walked over to it, and read it.
“Thanks for waking us up dad, not like we have to go to school or anything!”
Balto rubbed a paw across his face, trying to get the headache to go away.
He didn’t remember a whole lot of last night, just that he’d hit Trixie, and then….
“Trixie,” he said.
He noticed that someone, probably his daughter, had cleaned up the broken glass,
“Trixie never came home,” He said aloud, “I’ve got to go find her, she’s probably at she and Kaltag’s old house.
He started to walk away, then he stopped, and ran over to the desk against the far wall.
He unlocked, and opened the drawer.
Then Balto withdrew a Smith and Wesson .45 automatic, he tucked that into his waistband, and the three clips that were in the drawer. He grabbed his jacket and walked out of the house.
Balto was standing outside Trixie’s old house.
He knocked on the door.
“What am I going to tell her?” He thought.
He banged on the door again.
“I’m sorry Trixie, I was so stupid last night,” he said to himself.
“That’s right,” he thought, “”you were incredibly stupid.”
He banged on the door again, and then a terrible thought crossed his mind.
“Some one was after me yesterday,” he said.
He looked around, and satisfied that no one was watching, he pulled out the pistol and kicked in the door.
He ran into the room, ready to shoot, but the house was dark.
“Trixie?” He yelled.
Balto walked into the kitchen, and saw a note on the table.
He picked it up.
“Balto,
If you ever want to see your pretty little girlfriend again, come to the warehouse district, alone, tonight, otherwise… you can pick up your girl at the morgue.
Building 14408,
Someone who will pull the trigger
Balto let the letter flutter to the ground, and took off, headed back to his house.
Chapter 7 Preparations
Balto walked straight to the closet, in his room.
Trixie didn’t know about the little piece of the wall, that could be removed in the back of it.
She’d never have let him do it. He’d had it installed the week that she’d been gone to see some family.
Behind the wall, was a combo lock.
He opened it.
Inside was a virtual armory.
Balto had been a very paranoid person, always worried that he wouldn’t be able to protect his family if the time came; that he would fail, again.
“Not this time,” Balto thought.
He pulled out the long coat that he’d stuffed in there more than two years ago.
He tossed it on the floor, and pulled out four handguns, a sawed off shotgun, that was only slightly illegal, an M-4, which he’d had altered to fire full Auto again, a pair of Jr. uzi’s, and Balto’s personal favorite, a pair of chrome plated Desert Eagles. There was also enough ammo to start a war.
Balto sat all of this on the floor, and went to his dresser drawer and pulled out a black turtle neck, and a pair of black trousers.
He pulled off his shirt and Jeans, replacing them with the black attire.
He walked over to the pile of weapons on the floor.
Balto picked two of the pistols, Beretta model 97’s and the holsters that went with them. Balto strapped the holsters to his thighs, and slipped four loaded clips into the pockets.
Then he picked up another holster, slipping it over his head. Balto grabbed the dual 50 cal. Desert Eagle’s out of the pile and slipped them under the holsters that now hung under his arms.
Two clips for each followed.
Balto then picked up the shotgun, and clipped it into the loops that he’d sewn into the inside of the coat; the M-4 went on the other side.
Balto finished arming himself, by picking up the two uzi’s.
He slammed the overcapacity clips into them, they held sixty rounds each, and slipped them into the custom holsters he’d had put into the waist band of the trousers.
Balto stood up, and put on the coat.
He stuck his paw into the pocket’s, and pulled out a pair of shades, which he set on the table, and a pair of black gloves.
He slipped the gloves on, and picked up the glasses.
“Steele,” he thought sadly.
“What I wouldn’t give to have you here with me now.” He said.
He closed the safe, leaving the rest of the weapons in it, and replaced the piece of the wall.
Balto strapped up the jacket, so no one would
see his weapons, and walked briskly out of the house.
Chapter 8 A Dirty Little Secret
In warehouse 14408 Nemar sat in a chair, overlooking the warehouse floor.
He could see everything from here.
“That’s right Balto,” he thought, “you won’t even know what hit you.”
Nemar looked over at the struggling wolfdog in the corner.
“Shut up,” he said.
“Balto’s going to kill you,” she said.
“We’ll see ,” Nemar said, as he laughed, “we’ll see.”
Another wolf was leaning against the wall, next to the door, an AK-47 slung across his shoulders.
“Hey you know, you’re pretty cute,” he said.
He looked at Nemar.
“Hey Nemar, can I please, I’ll make it quick.”
Trixie shuddered, but not wanting them to know she was afraid, she said.
“*******s!”
“You here that Nemar? Can I please? Maybe it’d get her to shut up.”
“No,” Nemar said. ”She’s got to be okay, when Balto gets here, otherwise he’ll know that something is up.”
Nemar checked the zero on his rifle for the fiftieth time that day.
“Hey, you’re about the same height as Balto,” he said to the wolf, “go out there and stand by that pole.”
The wolf glanced at Trixie and then left the little room.
He walked down and stood next to the pole.
Nemar adjusted the sights on the rifle, so that the crosshairs of the scope were right in between the wolf’s eyes.
He then moved them down an inch or so, so that they rested on the wolf’s nose.
He looked over at Trixie.
“Better to be a little low,” he said, as he smiled.
“Who are you,” she asked, “and why are you after Balto?”
“Probably didn’t know that your precious Balto was a cheater, did you?”
“What? Balto, no, there must be some mistake.”
“No,” Nemar said, “no mistake.”
He stood up and walked over to her.
The wolf dog started to back up.
“Balto here, oh… about nine years ago, he ****ed my mother.”
“Nine years?” Trixie said.
“I just found out about it,” Nemar said.
“But nine years ago, Balto would have been with Jenna.” Trixie said.
“Is that the red and white ****’s name?” Nemar asked.
Trixie said nothing.
“Was she the one that my father killed?”
The look that Trixie shot him answered the question.
“You’re Band’s son?” Trixie asked.
Nemar nodded.
“And that ******* took him from me, took my ****in dad. What right does he have, who the **** does he think he is?” Nemar was yelling at her now.
The wolf walked in then.
“Leave us alone,” Nemar yelled.
“Okay man, but can I have some of the ****?”
Nemar walked over and grabbed a white packet out of his bag. He threw several of them at the wolf.
“Here ya stupid ****, go kill yourself.”
The wolf walked away.
“Now where were we,” Nemar yelled. “Oh yeah, Balto, didn’t know that maybe Band, my dad, was ****in trying to tell Jenna something she might have ****ing wanted to know, did ya. Didn’t you ever wonder why that fat **** kept Jenna away from him so much?”
Trixie looked at the ground, then back up at him.
“You’re lying.”
“What did you say?” Nemar said, he walked over and picked her up, slamming her against the wall.
“I said you’re lying, and just for the record, your dad was a real ****in *******.”
Nemar drew his pistol, and shoved it into her mouth.
Trixie’s eyes went wide, as she struggled, trying to get away.
Nemar cocked the pistol, and his finger tightened on the trigger.
He smiled at her, and ran his paw down her body slowly.
She started to cry.
He pushed the pistol down into her throat, far enough that she started to choke.
His other paw went into his pocket, and came out with a shiny switchblade.
Nemar flicked the blade out, and ran the point down the center of her body.
He stopped at her belly, and poked it into her, not far enough to hurt her, just enough to scare her,
Then he looked into her eyes.
He put the blade about half way down the neck of the T-shirt she was wearing.
Then Nemar pulled down.
The sharp knife cut the shirt down the middle.
She closed her eyes, as he pulled the shredded shirt off of her. There was nothing she could do, as he still had the gun in her mouth.
Then he released her.
He slammed her against the wall again, and belted her across the face with the barrel of the pistol.
She yelped and fell to the ground.
Nemar kicked her in the stomach and she yelped again, balling up on the floor.
Nemar kicked her again.
Then he pointed the gun at her head.
He walked over to his bag, and threw a black T-shirt at her, the gun never leaving her head.
“You’re lucky I need you,” he said.
Then he walked out of the room, slamming the door behind him.
Trixie pulled herself up against the wall, and sobbed.
Chapter 9 Showdown
Balto had been watching the door to building 14408 all day.
He looked at his watch.
“It’s time,” he said to himself, then he walked across the street.
He set himself up against the wall.
Balto drew the twin Uzi’s out of his waistband.
He got set to kick in the door, then looking around, to make sure no one was looking, he kicked in the door. It slammed against the wall.
Balto spun in, kneeling, scanning the dark warehouse for enemies.
He moved through maze of Boxes, and suddenly a wolf jumped out at him, an Ak47 in it’s paws.
Balto pulled up the Uzi’s and sent a burst of about seventy 9mm shells into the wolf’s chest.
The wolf sailed past him, and knocked a stack of boxes over.
Balto waited, checking to see if there were anymore of them.
Satisfied that the wolf had been alone, and aware that there were enemies in the warehouse, he began moving through the maze again.
He reached the end of the maze, and saw a big open space.
Tied to a metal pole in the middle of the room, was Trixie.
Balto looked around, and spotted the office at the back.
“This must be an amateur,” Balto thought.
He dropped the Uzi’s, and pulled up the M-4.
Then he ran out at Trixie.
He moved erratically, changing directions, making it hard for the scope to track him.
“Balto No!” Trixie yelled.
He got to her and looked up, to see the rifle in the window, and someone behind it.
Balto pulled up the M-4 and let a rapid burst go into the window, which shattered.
The bullets slammed into the figure behind the rifle, throwing him against the wall, where he stayed.
Balto gave the figure a extra burst, just to be safe, and was satisfied with the blood splattered wall.
He pulled out a knife and cut Trixie free.
“Get out of here.” He said.
Trixie took the M-4 from him.
“Go to hell,” she said, “I’ve still got to talk with you, think I’m gonna let someone get you before I do?”
She smiled at him.
He smiled back.
Their tender moment ended, when a hail of bullets slammed into the floor around them.
Trixie dropped to a knee, and started dropping the wolves.
She and Balto retreated back to the boxes, where he drew the shotgun, pulling back the hammers.
It was an old double barrel, and it only held two shot’s, but up close it had no equal.
A wolf came around the back of the boxes, just like Balto knew he would, and he pulled both triggers, giving the wolf both barrels.
The wolf’s torso disintegrated, and what was
left of it slammed into the boxes behind it.
Balto dropped the shotgun, and drew the Beretta’s.
He sent a hail of 9 mm bullets toward the wolves.
Trixie was still returning fire, when a brown dog ran out of the office, down the stairs and into the next room.
“That’s him, the one who’s after you,” Trixie said as she dropped another of the wolves “go get him, I’ll hold off these *******s.”
Balto nodded, and got ready to run out, then Trixie’s rifle clicked empty.
Balto handed her the Beretta’s and the clips, then drew the Desert Eagles.
Balto spun out.
Trixie leaned out and fired the Beretta’s, covering him.
Balto made it to the door unscathed, and ran in.
He felt the cold barrel of a gun tap him in the side of the head.
Balto looked to his left, and saw the young brown dog, he was holding a silver Beretta to his head.
“Drop your guns,” The dog said.
Balto did as he was instructed, and held up his hands.
The dog walked in front of him, the barrel of the pistol hovered in front of his face.
“So Balto,” the dog said, “was it good?”
“What?” Balto asked.
“My mom, was she good?”
Balto sighed.
“That’s what this is about.” He thought.
“Let me guess, you’re Band’s son,” Balto said, “actually no, that was a stupid decision.”
“You’re right Balto,” the dog said, the gun never straying from Balto’s nose.
Balto watched it.
But not quite as stupid as killing him, that’s what got me to come after you.”
The dog cocked the gun.
“Tell your **** hi for me, I’ll take care of the one here, don’t worry.”
Balto spun around, to the inside of the dog’s outstretched arm, and grabbed it.
Nemar pulled the trigger, and the gun went off, Balto kept shaking his arm, making him fire, until the slide locked to the rear.
Balto slammed Nemar’s arm down on his knee. Balto heard his arm snap.
Nemar howled in pain, and clutched his arm.
Balto stood him up, and punched the young dog in the face. The dog hit the wall, and as Balto went to grab him again; Nemar kicked him in the face.
Balto stumbled back, and the young dog jumped on top of him.
Nemar hit Balto in the face five or six times, before Balto got Nemar off of him.
Balto rolled, and stood up, a little light headed. Balto ducked the pipe that Nemar swung at his head. The next time Balto caught the dog’s arm , and backed him against the wall.
The dog threw him off, and swung it again. Balto caught it.
The two spun around, trying to get the other off.
Balto suddenly felt a burning sensation in his stomach, then felt it again, and again.
He punched the dog several times in the stomach, making him drop the pipe, the Balto punched him in the face and shoved him backwards.
Nemar hit the wall.
In his hand was a shiny knife, which the dog dropped.
Balto stumbled backwards.
He looked at his paws, and saw that they were covered in blood.
He was already light headed.
Balto stumbled over to his guns, which were on the floor.
The dog was having trouble standing, Balto had done quite a number on him, and he was leaning against the wall.
Balto picked up the two Desert Eagles and pulled them up.
The dog saw them, and he tried to run toward Balto.
Balto pulled the triggers.
The two fifty caliber rounds slammed into each side of the dog’s, chest, blood sprayed out of the dog, and all over the wall, as the dog was propelled back against it by the impact the heavy rounds.
Balto knew that the dog was going to die, but his wound, and lack of blood, clouded his vision.
He pulled the trigger again, and two shot’s exploded into the dog’s stomach.
Then two more slammed into his head.
Balto emptied the two weapons into the dog.
Balto stared at what was left of the dog, there was more blood than dog now.
He dropped the empty guns and shrugged off the jacket.
Then he stumbled out of the door.
Trixie had taken care of the fight outside, and so the wolves were all gone.
Balto stumbled out into the middle of the room.
Trixie stood up.
“Balto?”
She said.
Balto collapsed
“No!” Trixie yelled.
She ran over to him.
She heard sirens, and picked up Balto’s head, laying it in her lap.
“Balto, you’ve got to come back, you can’t leave me here alone,” she said, as tears started to run down her cheeks.
She stroked his face.
“Balto?”
Balto didn’t respond, and Trixie looked down, she was covered in his blood.
“BALTO!?”
She started sobbing, and cradled his head in her arms.
Soon the paramedic’s and police arrived. They had to sedate her to get her to let go of him.
Chapter 10 Mending
Balto woke up in the hospital, only for a few seconds, but it was long enough for Trixie to tell him that she loved him about a hundred times and then he passed out again.
The next time he woke up, he was at home.
He looked down and saw that he was dressed in his white T-shirt and Jeans.
“How are you doing?” Trixie asked.
Balto smiled.
“I feel pretty good.”
Trixie sat down on the couch beside him.
“You should, with all the pain medication that they put you on.”
She kissed him.
“How’d I get here?” Balto asked.
“You don’t remember coming home?” Trixie asked.
Balto shook his head.
“Well,” Trixie said, “I guess you really were out of it, you’ve slept almost all week. I was really worried about you.”
Balto sat up, and took Trixie’s paws in his.
“Trix, I owe you an apology…” he started.
“I do too,” she said. “Let’s just forget it ever happened.
She smiled and kissed him again.
“Balto,” she said, “there’s something I need you to tell me… did you ever cheat on Jenna?”
Balto sighed.
“He told you, huh?”
She nodded.
Balto sighed again and nodded once.
When he looked back at her, there were tears in his eyes.
“It’s the thing I regret the most, I just…” he sighed.
Trixie wrapped her arms around him.
The subject was never mentioned again.
After a few minutes Balto sat back up, and felt a burning in his side.
“I think I could use some more of that medicine,” he said.
Trixie smiled.
“Come here,” Trixie said, standing up and leading him up the stairs.
She pushed open the door to their room.
Balto stretched, and felt something poking into his back.
He put his paw back there, and felt metal.
He pulled it out and looked at the small .45.
“I thought you’d feel more comfortable with it,” Trixie said.
Balto smiled at her.
“I don’t need this anymore.
He pulled the clip out of the gun, and jacked the slide back, catching the bullet as it flipped through the air. Balto pulled the slide off of the top of the gun, and laid the pieces on their desk.
Trixie slipped the straps of her dress off her shoulders and let it fall to the floor.
She smiled at Balto as she walked over to him and hugged him.
“My own medicine,” she whispered into his ear,
She kissed him.
“The best,” Balto said.
Then he shut the door.
THE END
As always, feel free to leave your thoughts and comments, and remember, there is a prequel in the works! lol
- Tony
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