Blue-eyed Babe, Damsel in Distress {Doubt}

[Delph]

{She's
the Devil 
In Disguise,
A Snake
With blue
Eyes,
You better
Run, 
For your life.}

Just when Athena thought her day couldn’t get any worse, the doggy police showed up. Seriously? I mean could they ruin a bad enough day as it is? Shaking her pretty blue eyes in disgust as they slipped a collar over her neck and threw her in the back of a truck. Well, She could’ve blown them up to mars with her telekinesis, but the simple factor was she would have fun with things, see how they rolled. Hell, she had never been to a pound before even though the pitiful norm pups talked about it all the time, and that meant free food, and less work for her. Ha! Life was beautiful. In reality it was a simple factor all beings on the planet had to address. The fact that life sucked, and eventually you would die. Yeah, Athena was the luckiest of the bunch. She actually got to see when and how she was to die. How joyful of an event to witness. She was practically bursting at the seams with excitement for that glory-filled event she would witness. Not.

Now Athena was a crazy dog, but she wasn’t that insane.

She did not want to die, and even further more along the line she wanted to live a long happy life with little brats to call her own, but the facts were right in front of her pretty little face. She wasn’t going to make it that long, so she might as well get used to it. The only reason she was still around Harthorn and not traveling the world was because she wanted to find the so called dog that would sweep her off her paws and make her want to be loved. Hell, she doubted that would ever happen. The gods needed to be a little more creative with their visions and plans. She was bowing down to no one. They might as well get used to it. In Athena’s eyes she was as good as a Goddess reincarnated, and that was exactly how all the boys treated her.

Now let’s fast-forward to the fact that Athena played her life as a slut, but actually is not one. What kind of crap is that? She couldn’t even fully enjoy time with a brute because of this stupid bond thing she had going on. Apparently whoever her first was she would form this bond with so he could see her prophecies and visions and feel her emotions once they mate. She really wanted to murder whoever that idea belongs to. Athena shook her head. “It was probably Zeus.” It would probably be a good time to mention the bitch didn’t believe in any normal god, but the gods of the Greeks. ‘My name is Athena, Knowledge is my passion and war tactics are my game.’


It was good to be free. Rolling her eyes, the fae let her thoughts wander for a moment, and then a thought struck her. The pound was a one way ticket to the labs, which meant that she would be getting more enhanced senses. She let her mind wander for awhile, then finally closed her eyes as the car’s engine drowned out any hearing she had. She could just imagine the possibilities, would she break out? Or stay and be modified by the humans? Sure, it was hell the first time around, but now she was used to it. What did she have to lose? The answer was simple, she had nothing. She had nothing to give and nothing to receive. It was perfect, and the best plan she ever had.

Smiling despite her horrible day, the femme braced herself as she was dragged out of the truck. She was then led down a long corridor that echoed as her nails clicked against its cold surface. She counted the times that landed against the floor in her head, mostly because it helped calm her nerves and put her busy mind at ease. It seemed as though the gears wouldn’t quit turning as more and more ideas started floating into her mind and letting her imagination morph and unfold. She couldn’t wait for three days in this dump to pass so she was shipped on to her good old friend the Kilco labs. It was funny how things worked, at one point she couldn’t wait to get away, and now she was begging to go back. Life was peculiar indeed.

And you know the thing that really got to the sheepdog as she was let into her cell? The presence of a crack in the cement. Normally this would be no big deal, but there was something off about the crack. After the cold metal bars were slid closed behind her, the dog sauntered over to the hole. Smiling she bent down and put her eyes level to the ground. A small, bitter life escaped from her throat. “yes, this is good.” her melodic voice preached.

None other then a yellow dandy lion of hope sprung up between the cracks in the cement.

The sign of hope.

[WH [the goat]*]

To put it placidly, of course it was loud. Dogs barking, pleading when they should clearly know, that there would be no answer, a human does not want to save you from the labs more when you bark your face off. No, just do not rely on humans for pretty much anything. Yes, that free food and water may run out one day. Anything can happen with Homo sapiens. Most dogs were afraid because, as news was known, this pound was a one-way-‘joyride’ to Labland. Some did not converse; some were not as desperate and pathetic as the barkers, growlers, and all those dogs in between. It was a place, which could drive a dog insane before even going to the labs. The smells, the fear, the anger seeping through the walls and concrete barriers. It was easy to blame the messed up minds of daemons on the conditions they live in before and in the labs. You could loose yourself in this place if you were of brittle mind and start instinctively barking as the rest. Who started this barking tradition, anyway? A cruel dog just wanting to make everyone insane or a dog that was insane. Alternatively, maybe, here is an idea, a barking human! No matter how far fetched the idea, it kept him from growing bored. Pondering anything, no matter what it is, is useful. Make any statement against that and get a hundred more statements supporting it.

Now, locked in a cage, this invisible dog was not quite feeling himself. It was always hard to feel your self when you have two minds, and they are pretty much opposing forces. Lying down with his eyes closed, he counted silently from one to three. Footsteps, and the sound of claws on the pavement, a new smell among the whole mess of dogs, came at the word of ‘three’. Obviously, this female dog was a daemon, and at that, in the Demeron. Interesting, interesting. Opening his eyes slowly and they seemed tiredly, he watched the shoes of humans disappear as well as the sounds. Rising up, and stretching, he looked towards the area where he heard the dog being imprisoned behind bars. Blue eyes, a white sheepdog, and oddly familiar. There was a whole lot of power surrounding her, and not obvious, and of course, ID recognized which. Searching for something, yet at times not willing to, and power hungry – and, of course, powerful. The cage, frankly, was right across from his. The dandelion cage, as he called it, the hope cage, that jinxed cage.

The question might be forming in your mind, or just tucked away and pulling silently at your mind, and that is, the reason he was in the pound. Simple, latest attempt to play around and see how things work, but he had a goal to go to the labs by simply finding the catchers whom automatically bring dogs to labs. No pound, no waiting for a few days. In addition, of course, he knew how to escape this place, and he could do so right now. He knew how to use his legs to twist the latch so that the bars would just slide right open by a mere push. He was in here, also, because he had nothing quite better to do. Doubt and him had been in the pound only a few times before, and they were experts on escaping this place. No matter what new lock, new type of cage, they always found a way, a weakness. Sighing, and meeting the blue eyes – eyes that a dog could get easily lost in if no restraint – and said plainly, “So, how’s your day been, ma’am?” It was a way of knowing who exactly this sheepdog is, what kind of dog. The wording of a statement can say so much about someone that it is ridiculous. Of course, as usual, he acted gentleman-like, clam, and made everything he said sound somewhat respectful no matter what it is.

[Words: six-hundred and sixty-six – no inspiration D:]

[Delph]

{I've 
been driving crazy,
and it's keeping you away.
Give me one good reason,
tell me why I should stay.
And I take it just a little bit,
And I hold my breath and count to ten,
I've been waiting for a chance to let you in.}

Athena could’ve laughed her ass off. Dogs were pathetic. Absolutely, positively pathetic, but that’s okay. They had a reason to be. They weren’t as beautiful as her. I mean even the bitch could make a jail cell look sexy, hence what she was doing now. She knew she was doing well for herself, her pretty face rested between a couple cell bars, as the boys walked by. A few brutes stopped struggling and drooled as they walked by, but she didn’t notice. It was more likely she’d stare at the ceiling. Normal dogs were idiots, which was why she planned to lead the demerons one day. At least they had some sense to move before she slammed their heads into a wall without even lifting a paw. This would be a good time to mention her earlier statement, for them life sucks, for her life is beautiful. Now anyway, she was placed on the disgusting ground of the cell, staring like a moron at the dandelion as her snow white coat got dirty, and the fluorescents were really fucking with her eyes. Somebody needed to sue the owners of this place. Placing her paw up on the bars, she let her gaze wander around the room. Dogs didn’t want to shut up, when she first came she was like all of them, but she learned it didn’t help at all. You can’t escape the owner’s grasp, or the Kilco lab’s draw. Eventually they would get all dogs in Harthorn, even if they just had to settle for their dead corpse’s rotting on the side of the road. That’s how humans worked, they were despicable creatures. Creatures that deserved to die along with the rest of the normal dog race. Modified dogs were the dogs who survived now, they were destined to rule. It was only a matter of time before the race took over the country and spread out to grasp its fingers through the minds of their offspring. The good thing about daemons was that they were fertile, which meant you could make more of them, and someone could definitely use that to make an army. It was only a matter of time before some skxawng figured that out and acted upon it. Athena was counting the time on her paws. Waiting for her chance to manipulate the whole idea. Oh, that’s when she’d have her fun.

Letting her gaze focus on one place, her mind blurred for a moment. Across from her was a cell with a lone black dog in it, but for some reason her mind started to spill out memories and prophecies and the sorts at her. It almost made her head hurt, then she started hearing the voices. She got to her feet as her eyes rolled back into her head, and her pretty bodice hit the floor. She hated this process, it was the only thing she hated about her abilities.

'Lights go out in my life now.
All I’ve known is down the drain,
How does it feel to know you have me found?
Why can’t you stop the pain?

We all have a way for healing,
Time passes like raindrops on a piece of shattered glass,
It’s almost as if my own skin’s peeling.
The wind whips by like a memory from the past.

Just take me away, from all that I am.
But the tears glimmer on that plastic mask.
Surround my eyes, like that one master plan.
Hold my hand, that’s all I ask.

You can’t fight the tears your hiding,
When you say goodbye.
You can’t take back all words shied,
Your heart was nothing, but a lie.

You can never mend a broken heart,
When you’re missing the other half.
It’s like trying to feel for some piece of your past,
When you know that’s just a laugh.

You can nestle yourself in her arms,
Spread all the lies you want.
It won’t change your mind’s alarm
It won’t chase away your haunts.
The lights go out now,
It’s time to say goodbye
And swear another forbidden bliss.
Kiss the backlights of my eyes,

Just show me all that I am,
Before you close that door,
And remember my sweet,
You’ll be nothing like you were before.'

The words gracefully fell off her lips, and she knew they weren’t hers. That’s how prophecies worked, they could take over her whole body, or just show up in her head. The more powerful ones had a tendency to control her, and this happened to be one. Which meant there was something seriously up with that brute, and she just had to find out. Slowly getting to her feet, the fae looked around. She had little energy left, so the safe move would be to get a few hours of sleep. The last thing she wanted to do was pass out in the building and end up cornered by some loser. That would seriously put a dapper on her day, but the only problem with sleeping was that her mind was wondering why the prophecy showed up at the sight of the brute across from her, and then she realized she knew him. She knew him all too well.

He was the very brute who she had met at the construction site a few weeks ago, the one who told her he knew her, that he knew of her purpose, of her search to find that brute. He was the one named ‘invisible dog’ and who had another persona, one that she knew too, but only from the flow of rumors that spread across the daemon community. He was one mean piece of work, and maybe that was the reason why her prophecies started spilling at the sight of him. Either way she had to talk to him, it was only a given. She needed answers, and he was going to give them whether he liked it, or not. Slowly getting to her feet, she cursed at herself for her stupid visions coming at the wrong time. Shitty string of events if you ask her. Now she had to use some of her telekinesis powers to open up the cell. Further draining her leftover energy. Shaking her head she concentrated her ocean blue eyes on the bars of the cells. Letting them bend in a shape big enough for her to climb through, she jumped through the opening and waltzed on over to the stall across from her. Doing the same to that cell she climbed in, sparing one glance in the direction of ID, or Doubt, or whoever he was. She then settled down towards the back of the cell. Resting her back against the wall and letting her blue eyes meet his.

“I’m doing great, how about yourself cowboy?” She let herself laugh bitterly. Was she really being nice? Yeah, you could definitely tell she was tired as hell, but there was no way she was falling asleep around this brute. Knowing her luck he’d decapitate her or something. Which reminded her that heightened healing would be an awesome power to have if she went back to the labs. Maybe that and empathy. Hmm.. Anyway, she opened her pretty maw again to speak. “So boy, how come your face has been invading my dreams.” She got up and walked a few steps towards the brute, circling around him and letting her long tail caress his face. “It’s sort of rude, but since your handsome, I’ll let this one slide.” Letting the ‘s’ in the last word draw out, much like she was a snake, the fae let her maw rest close to Doubt’s ears. “It’s been awhile babe, wanna tell me what’s been going on?” She meant it really because the prophecy could’ve been her own, or it could’ve been Doubts, she hoped desperately it was his though. It would save her so much trouble. So much heartache. If her mind was processing the message right it meant the brute she was looking for would be coming soon, which meant that her life was drawing to a close. That had to be the shittiest news she’d heard all day, even before she was dragged to this dump. Which made another question spark up in her mind,
Why me?

Then again,

Zeus was the type to hate her.

[WH [the goat]*]

As stated before, he was not feeling himself, the damn sedative. It always worked in these ways; sedatives are the only enemy of ID that he had little control over or ability to fight. When given a sedative, no matter how many minds or alternates you have, you are knocked out and you have to bring yourself back. Now, when ID tried to bring himself back, so did Doubt, and it was really by a hundredth of a second that ID made it first, and it’s hard to put up defences after such. He did, but those cracks in the mind-walls he made were required for him to hear, see, speak and walk, and usually, Doubt is unconscious when he takes over. Not just time, those vital cracks in the defence were starting to leak Doubt. Like a dam, if a dam has cracks and it’s not fixed, eventually it can all give way. Therefore, unfortunately, ID couldn’t hold too longer, or his mind would be torn about completely by Doubt. He could handle it for a few more hours, he’d always managed for three, and a few more should work. Now, he had to fight those jumbled thoughts that seeped in, and for even the mastermind, it was a hard thing to be ignorant and not let those affect him.

No matter what he said, he wouldn’t feel like himself, no matter what he did, he wouldn’t feel like himself, it didn’t matter if he could sort the thoughts. He needed to be able to hear, see, talk and move. He had to allow some emotions to seep through, and that’s why he had practiced picking them off, choosing which to let through. Thus, he got angry easier, and that led to him occasionally cussing like a sailor, mostly in his mind, but it was all the same to him. Living in a mind, thoughts and words have blurred lines that make no distinction between the two. A thought is a voice, and it’s much stronger than a voice, then what speaking it is, you need a thought to do many things. Thoughts are to control the brain, to make difference between primitive instincts and rational decisions. Thoughts, dear, are your core personality.

In that cage, he allowed his mind wander to a comforting memory, a distant one, but not too long ago. It was a memory of surly no Doubt, and yet he was only able to watch it like an outsider this time around. He ignored the dog that looked familiar, not even noticing how much his memory was starting to be affected by the messy situation he was in, No; he went to his happy place. One of his happy places, and that was, now, murder. With him, although, happy places change everyday.

Dashing through the snow, going merrily all the way, was this female daemon. She laughed excitedly, turning sharply, retracing steps, and then leaving misleading signs of being followed. Closing her eyes, she ran, and purposely, The Invisible Dog thrown himself right in her way. Falling, and he did actually get the wind blown out of him, the female was traveling very fast. She looked over him, and asked him if he was okay. Therefore, he replied, “Well, I’ll let it pass – you look like you’re in as much as a hurry as I am,” he chuckled lightly, “but of course, you go much faster.” She was a mostly black Great Dane, and she had unnaturally-coloured eyes, which were all green and all blue. No sign of any white, just pure eyes. She bent down to help him up, and of course, he didn’t have much of a choice. ID was disliking it, being controlled like this, but he told himself all in due time. They talked for a while, and he managed to hear that she was pregnant, and was going to pull the story on her mate when she had the chance to surprise him. She told him that she didn’t have many powers, only unnatural eyes and this much enhanced speed. She knew she was unique, yet easily denied it.

Sitting there, watching the swirl of snow, the direction and curves of it that stormed down wildly and make the whole place beautiful. Cold. He said, “The world’s a cold but beautiful place,” pausing, he looked at his paws as she shifted beside him, “are you one who embraces the cold...” Looking at her now, he continued. “Are you one who braces it, are you one who spites it whenever you can, or are you all of those things?” She laughed nervously, he didn’t even know her name but by what she talked and the way she talked, he knew so much about her. She asked how one could be all those things, and he smiled, looking at a tree crusted and crisped in ice. The sun shone through it as the snow cleared up, and he said, focusing on it, “Well, darling, you can’t hide everything. Like how your mate abuses you, sometimes, like how you nervously deny the world and yet you spite it with every step, how you know better but you tell you don’t. You have trust issues, and it’s likely that you’re lying or manipulating me, somehow. Because playing males, normal males, somehow makes you feel better about yourself. You can just tell your mate a dog is flirting with you and you can get him to kill that dog when you can’t use from them any longer and you think normal males can’t defend against him. You have the power of seduction, and you know exactly who I am, exactly how I would be interested in you if you had something unique. You don’t have anything unique, dear. You’re like all of them, the rest of them out there. You are suffering from the first stages of immense insanity-“

She yelled at him to stop it and lashed out at him. He dodged easily, “You’re not as fast as you make yourself look, now are you darling? You’re a power-hungry bitch, you thought screwing over a normal dog whose killed more than you could imagine would give you a ultimate high that you would never have to lead males to their death again. ” He laughed, bitterly, and then sighed, as if he really felt pity for her. “You know, it’s never enough for you types. I’m being honest here, I was like that, and now I don’t quite kill anymore. I give others more of a choice, I don’t prey on the weak as you do...” He said in a patronizing voice. Pausing, he stepped towards her as she breathed hard in front of him. “I make everyone kill each other.” He added in a sly voice, with truly a devilish smile. ”And in the end, I know how I’m going to die. The same way everyone around me does. I will die because I will make myself just as much manipulated as I do others. I will become more insane that it’s ridiculous and I will go around town slamming my head in one way or another, destroying whom I am. Whom I thought I was. It’s going to happen, and I want it to happen. I have a plan, darling, before I sink with the ship, and as you probably already know...” He turned around and said distantly, “I always get what I want.” He listened for a while as the Great Dane female mumbled, and screamed to herself, asking why it didn’t quite work out. Sighing, ID turned around, and looked at her collapsed and ripping at the snow. Her eyes weren’t even the way he seen them as, and he had thought that too. “Oh dear, I’ll tell you why it didn’t work.”

He lifted her head genteelly to align her eyes with his. She blinked, and then said, in an enticing tone that she hunted him because she loved him, and ID had to just break out laughing. He had to turn his head so he wouldn’t spit all over his face. “That’s why,” He said simply, and as all times before matter-of-factly. “I don’t bend that way. The only thing that seduction does is bringing out honestly, and maybe a little anger, in me, hence the swearing. I don’t know love, I don’t know lust, hell, I don’t even feel hate anymore. I know power, you got that right, I know dangerous, and you got that right, darling. But you also tried to make yourself look vulnerable when things didn’t mix well.” He laughed, more bitterly, “You should work on your study skills. Vulnerability really drives me off; if there were no one like that in the world everyone would be the same. I don’t want to hurt anyone vulnerable because, unbelievably, they’re hardest to really kill in my ways. Now, that doesn’t make sense, now does it, darling?”

Clicking his tongue with a little hum, he watched the snowflakes drift for a few minutes. “Think about it, and maybe you’ll eventually discover the reason I said that, and the truth to it. You have to think more, and stop focusing on a false cause that you will always be thirsty for, and that you deny that you will allow yourself to die for it.” Closing his eyes thoughtfully, he added, “Anything you can make a reason to die for.” He laughed turned around and stood up fully, with a dazzling smile, he looked ahead, and didn’t look at the Great Dane looking at him, bewildered. She whispered, as he walked away, that he was not the average serial killer. However, the question is what is an average serial killer? “By the way, light blue’s my favourite colour. Soft colours all the way…” He whispered, letting his melodic words wind in the breeze and drifty coldly along. He walked under the tree, and as the sun came up, the outlines of his form blurred, and she couldn’t see him anymore. The Invisible dog was invisible again...however, that wouldn’t be the last time the Great Dane and The Invisible Dog crossed paths. As stated, this is a story of murder.

The question was, why was his memory suddenly coming to this, did it have some type of meaning in his situation? ID knew things happened for a reason, he had learned it from hearing Doubt ponder about such. Nevertheless, it felt closer to him now, those musings of Doubt, and he knew why. He edged uncomfortably, not showing it, but he was not in the sound condition he wished to be. He hardly noticed the bending of steel as he begun to return to the flashback, but it was not now. Someone, that dog he was sure he knew but didn’t quite remember was invading the premise. Looking at her, calmly, and she sure seemed like she knew him. It seemed to take a lot for her to get in here, she made it look easy, but by the bending motion of the steel, it came obvious to him that she was low on energy. That made him smile a little for some reason, some inside joke, but what was that? He watched her, and closed his eyes. Flashes of light, of shapes danced across his vision. The image of the symbol of the labs, the dandelion. He opened his eyes and looked directly in hers, and tried to find them, just to see Doubt try to leak it – of course Doubt wouldn’t know this, but would be exhausted when he woke up – and almost made him get lost in a sea of blue. It made him chuckle a little. That was cruel of you, Mister Doubt, he thought, clearly knowing Doubt was unable to hear.

He watched and listened, waiting for all what she had to say. There was something about the sheepdog’s voice that made him feel she wasn’t one hundred percent like herself – or how this familiarity thought she was like. That makes two of us, he thought. Oh man, oh man, this was funny, dreams? Moreover, interesting, if she had visions that would suck because ID felt like his time was just ticking away and away. The dam was starting to go faster than he thought. Then it clicked when he checked the mind barriers again, and needed to patch up a memory section...this was Athena. He looked at her, more focused this time, “and I’m fantastic, princess little go around town, slamming dogs around, rubbing their brains all over the ground, now that I finally remember who the hell you are. You know, I would have thought you’d be a little less forgettable.” He tipped his head to the left a little bit. “Yet, It seems like you, or your visions, just won’t just allow you to forget about me.” Aw, it was something in the visions, and he felt an odd feeling.

He felt a ‘thud’ feeling. Now, that was rather new, like slamming your head into a rock without really doing so. Nevertheless, not entirely pain either. In response to the thud feeling, he merely yawned. “Dancing around Christmas trees, you know, it’s a new official job of mine, being annoying to those who keep trying to leak into my life.” He sensed the irritation at his voice and laughed at himself, “Just the usual happened, the you know, what comes with what I am and what I do, a identity crisis and a lack of something. What about you, fortune teller, find that damned soul mate yet?” He shook his head. Oh, man, he was really getting bitter from Doubt’s efforts and the emotion that he allowed in. He didn’t even quite mean it either, it was gone a few minutes ago...and now, it’s right there in one of those damn empty spaces. Damn again, because this anger was growing to be an infection, and he didn’t want have lights out for eternity just yet. There was something bothering him so much, the pain that’s not there? What was that? A Doubt thought came in and he moodily growled at himself and cussed at Doubt to just shut up.