SYSTEM - Mutt

[System]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: #626262][scrolly:w(230),c(626262),as(padding-top: 3px; padding-bottom: 0px; font-family: arial; text-transform: lowercase; font-size:10px; letter-spacing: 0px; color: FFFFFF][/scrolly] g e n e r a l Birth Name: System. ( formerly called Halloween ) Nickname: Syst. Current Age: Five Years. Gender: Female. Date of Birth: October 31 a p p e a r a n c e Breed: Belgian Tervuren x Beauceron x German Shepherd x Flat-Coated Retriever X German Shepherd x Siberian Husky x Alaskan Malamute x German Shepherd. Eye Color: Brown Coat Color: Brown, black, light brown. Visual Reference: Click f a m i l y Mate: None. Pups: None. Born Sterile. l i k e s - Females. - The Voice. - Hallucinations. - Winter. - Rain. s t r e n g t h s - The Voice tells her what to do. - No sense of 'pain', or believes so anyways. - Ex Fighting Dog. - Large size. - Doesn't know sympathy, and thus is merciless.

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p e r s o n a l i t y

SYSTEM.
[ Mental Capacity Of A Young Dog - Hallucinates - Merciful - Paranoid - Self Mutilator - Severe Nightmares - Insomniac - Hears Voices - Believes She Is Evil - Jealous - Obsessive - Unpredictable - Black Outs - Easily Influenced - Twisted Sense of Humor - Difficulty Expressing Deep Emotions - Loyal - Is Neither Good Nor Bad - Compulsive Liar - Quiet - fearful - Doesn't Believe In Being An Individual - Clingy - Female Personification ]

’Go on, System. Tell the nice people about your personality. I’m sure you’re intelligent enough to at least handle that.’ Yes, as you say Syst. I am a creature, with an obviously low mental capacity, my mind being much like that of a young pup’s mind, with my intelligence. I, due to a… A…. ’A hereditary problem, you idiot. Your mother was just like you. I would know. I was stuck in her for most of her life as well. Your father was also fairly stupid as well, so you, dear System, get it quite honestly.’ Yes, thank you, Syst. You know best, so I will go with that. Hallucinations. ’Vivid,’ scenes and images flash before my eyes often. Sometimes they are bearable, other times I see Them, those of my past that I’ve slaughtered. Sometimes it is a single image, and then at other times it is an entire little scene, some that I’ve lived, others I have not. Syst says that they are because I am crazy. ’You are crazy,’ As you say, Syst.

I am a creature with mercy. ’You are a creature with mercy? System, you are weak.’ Yes.. I cannot kill another. It is not in me to do such a thing. ’What do you mean it’s not in you? Obviously it is in you, since I am the one who kills. Your body does it. So, thus, you have no mercy.’ But I have mercy! ’Voice, now System. You know better than to yell at me.’ I am sorry, Syst. ’Go on, finish telling them. I will not interrupt anymore. I will extend more courtesy than you ever do.’ As you wish. I am one that is overly paranoid. I cannot walk down the street, and not feel as if someone is following me. I cannot sit still, without feeling as if I’m being watched. When I was younger, those around me narrowed it down to being Syst’s fault, but I know that it is not. I was not born a paranoid dog. No, I was normal when I was born. My past has made me a creature of paranoia, a dog that always expects the worst out of others, always accuses others.

’Go on, System. Tell them of your sins.’ I am a self-mutilator. Why, is simply because I believe myself to be a creature that deserves the pain, for the sins that I have committed. Slaughter, mutilation, biting my handlers, loving other females. Those are my sins. Under the instruction of Syst I go about punishing myself for them. ’That is enough, System.’ Severe nightmares are also something that plague me. I am not sure what causes them, or why I even have them. I just know that I will often wake up, screaming, or on edge form them. Because of a fear that has developed of these nightmares, I have become an insomniac. ’No, you have not become. You always were,’ I always was an insomniac.

I’ve always heard voices. ’A voice. A voice. Singular. Not plural. One voice. Not voices. One.’ I’ve always heard a voice, which is Syst. ’Yes, go on. Talk about me,’ Syst has been there, since I can remember. He has been the one that kept me company in the times at the arena. He tells me where to go, how to do things. Without him, I could not function normally with in this world. Without him, I would be nothing. I know that if I do not listen to him, I am out of line, and that I will have to be punished if I do not listen to him. ’Got that right,’ Unlike the stories he’s told me about others he’s been inside, he never completely takes over me. He aid in my personality, makes me where I am more whole than I would be alone. He blends his personality with mine, perfecting me, protecting me from myself. ’Tell them why I need to protect you from yourself, System.’ Syst needs to protect me from myself, because I am a monster. ’Tell them,’ I am a monster because of my history. I killed innocent dogs, when I didn’t need to. I hurt them, and I hated it. ’No. Tell them the truth.’ I killed innocent dogs, when I didn’t need to, and I enjoyed it. ’Good girl. Continue on.’ I shouldn’t have killed them, but I did anyways. Syst controlled me through that, and made me stop. He keeps me under control, to make sure that I don’t turn into that monster again.

’Tell them about your jealousy. Tell them about the cause of Moscow’s murder.’ I am the jealous kind of creature. I have no control over this one emotion, it also being the only emotion that Syst has no control over either. It is also because of my jealousy, that the monster comes out. I don’t like jealousy. I don’t like it in me, the little worm that moves around in my stomach, in my mind… ’Tell them more, Tell them what you are jealous of.’ I have bad thoughts when the worm comes, and drills its way into me. Bad thoughts. Very bad thoughts. I see blood, lots of blood. I see those that I am jealous of dead at my paws with their insides ripped out, and their faces ripped apart. I secretly laugh to myself at the images. But then, I remember. I cannot act upon them, because the monster will come back. But, what births this worm is seeing a particular female I happen to become attached to, whoever that may be, with another dog, particularly a male. I know they can offer more than I can, and that makes me jealous of them. I don’t want them to take from me, what I’ll never be able to get back. I see them as a threat, and I remember my time in the arena. A threat must be taken out. Because of my jealousy, I am an obsessive creature. If you chose to be with me, whether it be in a friendship way, or more you cannot spend your time with others. I will not have those that I care about taken away from me, by any means. If you are a partner of mine, I should be the only one with in your eyes. You should be as equally obsessed with me, as I am with you. Otherwise, I will accuse you, and hurt you. ’Why would you do that to them, System?’ I would do that to them, because they deserve it. They cannot go around being whores in every sense of the word, and not expect punishment. That is what happened to Moscow. She was a whore, and she birthed the jealousy into me, and brought out the monster. It is her fault that I killed her. If she had been good, and listened to our rules, Syst, she would not have died. It was her fault that the monster came out again. ’Very good, System. Honesty is a good thing. Tell them more.’

Unpredictable. I am unpredictable. ’On a normal bases you are unpredictable you little shit. Give them more information than that.’ Yes, Syst. I an unpredictable because of my past. It has shaped me, it turned me into the monster, it has also made me into something that has parts that Syst cannot always control. I have become something that no one can tell what I am going to do next. Only Syst can tell when I am about to do something bad, and stop me. But sometimes, he cannot, and I do bad things anyways. But he always punishes me for them, so they do not go without his swift, and good justice. ’Tell them what comes along with that. Tell them what you call the moments that I cannot control,’ The times that Syst cannot control me, I call them Black Outs. ’Why do you call them that?’ I call them that because I can never remember what I do during them. My memory of those moments are nonexistent. I know I do bad things during them though, because Syst tells me what I do. He informs me of my sins, and then punishes me rightfully. I have learned to fear the black outs, but Syst promises that one day he will be able to control them, and keep me safe from them. ’That’s right,’

I am easily influenced, this being because of my low intelligence, Syst says so. I can be influenced to do, good or bad. If it is bad, then Syst will try to help me to not do it, but I don’t always listen to him. ’Why don’t you listen to me?’ Because I feel as if the other, whoever they may be, might be better than you. ’They might be better than me? You little…’ But, I know that they are not after I listen to them. That is why I listen to you more than anyone else. That is why I am loyal to you, that is why you share my body, Syst. Don’t be mad at me. You know I am easily influenced. I cannot help it! I am sorry I am not smart enough to see other’s lies, that I disobey you. But you punish me, when I do such things, so I know you are better because you teach me right from wrong. ’Things that you never remember anyways,’ I am sorry, Syst. ’Whatever. Just tell them more about yourself, you idiot.’

My sense of humor is twisted. I know it is bad, but I cannot help that I find bad things funny. Things like death, pain, and others misfortune are things that I find amusing. Syst says it is because of my past that I am this way. He is right. If I hadn’t been born into the arena I would not have this sort of humor. I would not find these bad things funny. But I do. This is one thing that Syst does not say is a bad thing thought. He finds them funny to, and if he finds them funny then I know it is okay to find them funny. Syst is perfect, so anything that he does not correct me for must not be a bad thing, even though it is bad things that I find funny. ’Do not compare myself to you. I am my own individual. I allow you to see these things as funny, because I do. I do not correct you for them, because there is nothing wrong with laughing at another’s agony, whether it be physical or emotional. Doing things to them is wrong though, and that I will punish you for. But laughing at them, I will not.’ Thank you for explaining.

I have difficulty expressing deep emotions. To me, they are things that are forbidden because those deep emotions mean that I will be able to function by myself. I know that I cannot, I know that I cannot lose Syst. Those deep emotions scare me. They do not belong in me. I know others look at the strangely. Unlike them, I have no love, or passion, or even really anything other than simple emotions. Things that pups would feel. Syst is the one who feels those emotions, and tells me how I should react from his own feelings. Loyalty is one thing that I possess that is something that I’ve never seen in another. I know others have it, of course, Syst tells me so, but I’ve yet to see it. But, I still believe him. He tells me that loyalty is something special that many dogs possess, and that it makes me seem much more normal than I actually am. ’That is right. Loyalty is a good thing.’ I am loyal to him, and to whoever he tells me to be loyal to.

I believe that I am a bad creature. But, because Syst is so good, and because he directs me through life, we balance each other out, and that makes me, my body, neither good nor bad. Our personalities work good together. Don’t they, Syst? ’Yes. Now tell them what you are.’ I am a compulsive liar. ’Now, do you think they’ll believe anything you say after you put that out there?’ Yes? ’No, they will not. But they will know that it is true, because I have not corrected you once.’ Of course, Syst. Why am I a compulsive liar thought? Syst says it is because my mother was that way. He would know though, he was part of her before she was even born herself.

I am a quiet creature. I’ve never been one to speak much. Speaking makes friendships, and friendships are bad because those that you become friends with will only stab you in the back. And that cause the monster to come out, and that is a very, very bad thing. ’Tell them a little bit more System. You don’t have that much left to say.’ As you say, Syst. I am a fearful creature. Syst says that this makes me weak, and it does. But it is fear that makes me listen to him, because I fear who I am, what I am. I know that Syst can control most of me, and can keep the bad things away from me, and keep me safe. He can keep away the worst of the fear. He can keep away the monster, of which I fear the most. Because I listen to Syst so much, it is clear that I do not believe in being an individual. Individuality scares me, and I want nothing of it. That is also why I listen to him so much, because listening to him makes it where I do not have to be an individual, where I do not have to think for myself. I hand over my individuality so that I am able to function in the world that I live in, and to keep away the fear. Also because I so easily gave up being an individual, the days where it seems as if Syst has left me, when he is sleeping, rest, or simply ignoring me, I will seek out others. I am clingy, and I need others telling me what to do, to function right, to function as normally as I can.

’Now, you are almost done. One more thing, and you can shut up.’ Okay. I am the female personality. I was the original one in this body, and so it is female, and so am I. Syst is the one that is the male personality. That is also why we refer to each other differently, than others may. I identify as female, he identifies as male. ’That’s right. Now, shut up. I’m sure these people are tired of hearing your voice,’

SYST.
[ Sadistic - Unpredictable - Merciless - Emotionless - Intelligent - Aggressive - Sick Sense Of Humor - Punishes System - Observant - Man Whore - Dominate - Protective Of System - Controlling - Shows Very Little Weakness - Rude - Brutally Honest - Sees 'Himself' As A Separate Being From System - Loud - Several Sick Obsessions - Male Personification ]

I am Syst; the creature that resides in System’s brain. I am a sadistic creature, and am pretty proud of it. It is because of me, that System does many of the deeds that she does. I control her, she is easy to control. And, let’s face it. It’s quite enjoyable to watch her hate herself, and hurt herself for things that I have done. Like her, I am unpredictable. But, unlike her, mine is a chosen unpredictability. You never know if I’m going to plant myself behind the controls of her body, and make her black out or simply mesh myself with her personality, and influence her. As you may have noticed from her boring speech earlier, that System is a merciful creature. I am quite the opposite. ’Syst, but you are good. You are not bad.’ Shut up, dammit. I don’t want you interrupting me. Go away, and leave me the hell alone for once in our life time!

Unlike System may have led you to believe, I am actually quite an emotionless entity. I make her believe that I have emotions, because I know that makes her listen to me. But, in reality, I have none. I feel nothing, other than perhaps simple and faint feelings. Not enough to influence me in any sort of way, like someone normal would be though. Also, unlike my host, I am an intelligent creature. I know far more than she does, and will ever know. My intelligence is what allows me to do as I please with her body, which is far more than she can do herself. The poor helpless little idiot. As you may have noticed – if you haven’t, then you my friend are a bit duller than I imagined – I am quite an aggressive individual. It is my own aggression, rather than System’s that aids her in fights, fuels her anger, fuels the ‘Monster’ as she calls it. But, like System, I also have a sick sense of humor, though far beyond her own twisted one. I take joy in causing others pain, including her, and even more so in watching them struggle in agony that I have caused them, through her body. Clearly, I am not as good as System plays me off to be, but oh well. May she do as she will; I have no complaints about it.

Surly you’ve noticed by now, from her ramblings, that I punish her. It is needed to show her that she is still under my control, and that she has no right to disobey me, because I can hurt her. It can’t be helped if she decides to anger me, and bring it upon herself. I do not chose when I punish her, she does by not doing what I know is better for her. I’m a very observant creature. Even though I do not have my own separate body, I seem just as much, if not more so than what System sees. It is because of me, that she was such a skilled fighter, and that she was able to take down an opponent easily. But, now that she is no longer in that environment, I simply use my small skill in telling her where things are, and informing her of things during encounters with other dogs. ’You only do that when there is danger though,’ There is always danger, you moron! Now stop interrupting me! ’But..’ Shut up!

Now, for a part of me that I use fully, and often influence System with. I am a man-whore. I have no shame about it. Because of the fact that I am in a female’s body, and for the fact that I myself am male, I make System enjoy the company of other females. It pleases me, and that’s all that I honestly care about in those situations. I don’t care what others think. I do often forget that I am in a female’s body though, that small fact annoys me more often than not. But, I do what I can, with what I have, I suppose. So, really, whenever System’s body is with another female, it is usually me who holds the most control. With that being said, I am also very dominate. I may not be the entity that others see the most of, but I am the dominate one in this skull that I and System share. It is my nature to be dominate, and hers to be submissive. It works out beautifully, to me anyways.

Despite what you may think of me, and my seemingly abusive ways, there is one that I care for; System. I do love her, in every sense that is possible for me. She is like that lost child that I have taken under my wing, and chosen to guide. With that being said, I am very protective of her. I tend to take over during the moments that I see fit, whenever she is in danger. While I do care for her though, I do not pity her, and her stupidity, nor do I take mercy on her. It is my duty to be harsh, and to keep a firm grip on her, to guide her through our life. With that being said though, I am obviously a controlling entity. I do not feel right, if I am not in control, which is why I punish System so harshly when she does not listen to me, or respect me in the way that I demand that she does. Showing weakness. That is something that I do not do. Weakness is something that gets you killed gets you singled out, and tortured. If you show weakness, then you will die. I am not ready to leave just yet, nor do I want to lose this body any time soon, thus I do not allow it, or System to show weakness. I portray them as strong, and as a ‘survivor’, in order to prevent death from occurring.

Politeness? I laugh in the face of someone who’s polite, and if I had the ability to, I’d probably cock my leg on them. I have no respect for those who are polite. I am rude, and I see nothing against it. I have no manners, or whatever you want to call them. There’s a thin line between being honest, and rude. I take no heed to that line. I am also brutally honest. I will tell you what’s on my mind. If I think you’re uglier than a cock-roach, then I will surely say it. If I think you’re attractive, then I will say it. I will point out your flaws, as if I am complimenting you. I don’t care if I hurt you, or if I give you some kind of complexion about yourself. I honestly do not care. If you don’t like me for being rude, or brutally honest, well then you don’t have to hang around. ’Syst.. You don’t have to be so harsh..’ Don’t tell me what I do and don’t have to be. I am talking about myself here. I need no input on your side.

I see myself as a separate being from System. Granted, my name is simply a shortened version of hers, I am a separate, and different individual entity. You may ask how this is possible, since we share a body. That is simple. I was around before she was, my personality developed far before her own. I came from her mother, just as she did. I am not her sibling, I am her caretaker. I was never meant to have my own body. To put it simply, I am a parasite, a… An inner demon of sorts, if you will. Contrary to System’s quietness, I am quite loud. I will constantly voice myself. Though, whether or not it actually comes out of her mouth is random, most of the time. I am rarely ever silent, with in her head anyways. I do not always speak aloud where others can hear, so, the body appears quiet, like System herself is.

I have several sick obsessions that I am not ashamed to admit. Death things interest me, some I even find attractive in one way or another. Many dead things that we stumble upon, will end up mutilated in some way, whether it be organs removed, or portions of the flesh peeled away to reveal varying stages of layers. Why, you may wonder, do I have these obsessions? Well, that is a simple fact. It is just something that developed while I was part of System’s mother. From watching, you’ll also learn that my obsessions go far beyond dead things. Female dogs hold my interest far more than the average male persona should be held. But, out of… Well, the sake of not wanting to give everything in my ‘book’ away, I shall not tell. ’Thank you…’ Do you want me to tell them? ’No…’ Then do not speak! As you may have guessed though, since System refers to me as ‘he’, or ‘him’, that I am the male persona of our body. She is the female, and I am the male. It gets no simpler than that.

p h y s i q u e

To look at her, you would think that System is of pure German Shepherd Decent. ’But I’m not Syst.’ I was getting to that. Anyways, but she is not. She is a mutt, a pure, average American mutt. Nothing special about her. ’You said I was special though!’ Shut up! If you’d let me speak without your constant interruptions, maybe I could explain something! ’Sorry…’ Very well then. May I speak, without you butting in every damn second? ’Yes, Syst..’ Good. Now, as I was saying, she is average. Her face being typical to that of a German Shepherd’s. Her muzzle is long, and square, protruding from her face, tapering off slightly to make an almost wedge shape, when viewed from a profile point of view. Her nose is black, like coal, again pretty typical. Her eyes are proportionate to her head, and are a rounded almond shape. They are also a brown color, that in the right light appears more like an amber orange shade. Her ears stand erect on her skull, in triangular shapes, her ears are surprisingly untouched by scars, despite our violent past. ’Syst,’ Shut up.

Her shoulders are wide and muscular. It is at her face that any feminine appearance ends. Her forelegs are long, the upper part of her forelegs being well muscled, before leading down to the narrowest part, that leads down into her paws. Her paws themselves are compact, thick, strong, hard pads, and short, dark claws. Her chest is deep and broad, the lowest point being just below her elbow. Her back is straight, though due to the way that she walks, it is usually curved up into a slight arch, near her hindquarters. Her hips are, at their widest point, the same width as her shoulders are. Her hind legs are well muscled, and powerful, easily supporting her, as well as providing her with most of the strength she possesses. Her tail is also typical to a dog of the German Shepherd breed, being thick at the base, and tapering towards the end. It is also covered in thick fur that forms feathering on it. But, that’s where the resemblance to a German Shepherd’s tail ends. Instead of that typical curved carrying position, her tail is straight, holding more like that of a Flat-Coated Retriever.

Her coat, looks more like that of a Belgian Tervuren. Her fur hold neither a silky, nor wiry texture, rather it holds a texture that is actually difficult to explain. It is soft, but yet it isn’t entirely pleasant to the touch, feeling dirty. But, what do you expect from a dog who lives on the streets and has a mind like a pup’s? Anyway. Her coat consist of three colors; black, brown, and tan. In places like her face, neck, and shoulders the black and brown grow together, forming a darker brown color, that isn’t actually a true color of her pelt, rather, it being a simple illusion of sorts. Most of her back, her muzzle, ears, and tail having black fur. Her legs, and under side are all made up of light tan. The brown also being found on her legs, to give them an almost sandy color.

System has a way of walking, that is seen in dogs of the Beauceron breed. Her gait is fluid, and effortless for her build. When she’s moving, her head is typically lowered to be level with her shoulders, giving her an almost intimidating appearance upon approach. Though, only when she is hunting, or fighting her head goes even lower, to the point where she simply looks up at whomever she’s about to attack, giving her a truly aggressive appearance when throwing in a curled lip, and a growl. ’But you know I don’t like that,’ Do I sound like I care? No. If it wasn’t for me, you wouldn’t’ even be here, now, I’m not going to tell you again. Shut up! As for scars, she really has too many to name, they being the only thing that give her a memorable appearance. There, now you can speak if you must… Nothing? Finally you get it. No one wants to hear your annoying voice…

b i o g r a p h y

’Tell them, System. Tell them of your life. I will not interrupt this time.’ Yes Syst.

I was born like many pups, into the kennels. My mother was a prize female in the Fighting Business. My father, being one of the best in the Blood-sport. I was supposed to be a male, like all my brothers. I was the only female in my litter of four. My mother didn’t approve of that, while my father didn’t even know that I was his. I only knew because I had heard my mother telling my brothers so. The humans, as we aged, took us away from our mother. We were sold to our own handlers. My brothers were given to humans that where big enough to kill a Saint Bernard with their bare hands, while I was given, for free, to a scrawny, young man. When I first saw him, he intrigued me. He had metal in his face, in various places, and his pale flesh was covered in dark ink. He looked innocent, pure, but the black pits that where his eyes told otherwise. I will never forget the smile that he gave me, after he was handed me. His lips had little metal balls in them, on both the top and the bottom, and a flash of silver was in his mouth when he spoke. ”I’ll take her,” He said. ”So be it. Breed her, use her as a bait dog. She’ll never make a fighter,” The large, broad shouldered man that handled my mother said. ”But she will,” The younger one said. ”I can see it in her. She’s a devil in disguise, like me.” He flashed the man a wide, sharp toothed grin before he turned and started to walk away with me, tossing a wad of the things that the humans gave each other. ”Don’t enjoy it too much,” He said over his shoulder. I liked this human. He was different from the others. He reminded me a bit of a rat, and how I enjoyed rats.

Life in my new kennel wasn’t so bad. I grew quickly, I grew strong. It was clear that I would never make a brood-dog though, ever. I was to masculine, too much built like my father. The boy saw this, when the other humans didn’t. He trained me in the ways of the fight. It was easier than I expected. I grew to enjoy the taste of blood, more than normal dogs. He didn’t allow me to become quiet, not even while I slept. He constantly played music. But it wasn’t the normal, things that I sometimes had heard at the old Kennels. No; this music was loud, it was angry. And I liked it. It made my heart race, and my adrenaline rush. It made me angry with its deep growling sounds, and its terrifying noise. This music was him, and it was me. He shaped me in his image, and I grew until I was nearly two years old.

Something wasn’t completely right though. The smaller dogs that he placed with me always wound up dead, always wound up mutilated in some way or another. It amazed him how I could simply kill a dog and then think nothing of it. At the same time though… I wasn’t sure I was the one killing them, even though I was the only other big dog he had, that could so easily slaughter smaller breeds, and other animals that he brought home with him. None the less though, he believed me ready for my first real fight. He took be back to the old Kennels. I sat there listening, knowing that something delightful was about to happen to me. And I was right. By the next night, I was placed into a box with a gate at the front. The angry music was playing in my mind, somehow my mind having had recorded it, and playing it for me now. Something moved inside my brain, a thick heavy pressure, something that I always felt before I came to next to a dead animal. I tried to push it away, but it forced itself over my entire mind, consuming me. I lost control, I blacked out.

I came to, blood covering me, my heart racing, my body aching. At my paws was the body of a dog; my own brother. I felt a strange sound rip from my throat. A growl. I never growled. I simply held this strange look, but never a growl. What I did next shocked may around me, I could tell from their horrified gasps. I lunged at the body of my brother, and tore into his flesh, opening his body cavity. I had no control over my actions. I simply felt my body move, my face enter his body and my jaws close around his organs before they were pulled out. Only when a familiar voice cut through the haze, did the force that was compelling me step back and allow me to regain control of my own body. I lifted my blood covered face, and turned my head towards the voice. My owner stood there. He was pleased. I could see that in the dark grin that covered his face and from the gleam in his black eyes. ”Good girl, Halloween,” He said. I stared at him, before I turned, not bothering to look back at the body of my brother as I padded towards my human. He slipped the collar and leash over my head, his hands coming away from me covered in the dark crimson that coated my own fur. I knew very little of the blood was my own. The only placed that hurt where on my own shoulders and legs, and my muzzle, but otherwise the blood that coated my entire body was that of my brother. Again, I felt the strange movement in my brain. I knew that whatever it was, that it had allowed me to live. My brother had been huge compared to me, I knew that. But yet, I, the lowly female of the litter, one of the few females to be fought had come out the victor of the battle.

My master sat in the back of the car with me, rubbing me with a once pure white towel that was now stained red. He sung softly in that eerie voice I had come to love. ”Don’t fret precious I’m here,” He continued to rub me gently with the towel. ”Step away from the window; go back to sleep. Safe from pain, and truth, and ever poison devils.. See, they don’t give a fuck about you, like I do.” He grew quiet, as the car started to move. ”You did good, Halloween,” He said, petting my head. ”You did very good.” I still hear his voice today, being very similar to Syst’s with its sound and tone, even the way of speaking.

Life was like this for the next year. I was pared with many dogs, my brothers included. I killed them all. I don’t remember it, but I know that I killed them, because when I came to, they were dead at my paws and their blood was all over me. They were all horribly mutilated. As time passed, I heard people talking to my master. They asked him what he’d done to me, to make me such a psychotic murderer. That placed a thorn in my heart. Did they really think me to be a psychotic murder? Apparently so, but never the less they kept wanting fights with me, paring me with dogs that really should have eaten me, but instead only wound up dead. But… My greatest fight was yet to come.

My next fight was at a different arena. But I was still placed behind bars before I was released. Though, as the bars rose before my nose, the same happening on the other side, I saw for the first time who I was going to be fighting. The large, muscular well built, but clearly experienced fighter that stepped forth from the darkness opposite of me was none other than the one who had sired me. I was his spawn. I was the child of this huge, slobbering creature. I knew at that moment that this is what the humans had intended the whole time. I was an object of their amusement. I was simply a token in this blood sport of theirs. I felt the creature in my brain move once more. ’Come on System. You can take him, just like you did all of the others. I will guide you… I will protect you..’ Something whispered in my head. I stepped forward, and stared at my father. I didn’t growl, I didn’t even blink. I simply stared. My lips pulled back over my teeth in a wordless insult, before he threw himself at me. I lunged at him, and we collided in midair in a struggling mass of fur, teeth, claws, and blood. It wasn’t long before he to, lay slain at my paws. Though this time, I remembered every single, gory detail. It was at that point, that I collapsed. ’You did good, my dear… A soft voice whispered before everything went dark.


But that was a long time ago. I had soon figured out about Syst, and he became a part of my life. Nearly a month after the slaughter of my father, I slipped away from my beloved human, blaming him for what I had become, and under the careful direction of Syst began to become who I am today. By now though, he had led me to a new friend. She was a pretty Retriever mix, with silky fur that I enjoyed the touch of. Her voice was like tinkling crystal, light and beautiful. I thought my life would be the same forever with her there. But, I knew there was something wrong when she would come back after many hours of being gone, smelling like another dog. She claimed up and down that it was her brother, but I didn’t believe her. She was cheating on me. She was a dirty whore. How dare she try to hurt me. How dare that other dog try to steal her from me. I followed her one day, stalking her until she started the walk back to our junkyard home. That other dog could not have been her brother. He was a retriever, with dark red fur. He looked like an Irish Setter mutt, if anything. He was nothing compared to her. I attacked him, viciously, and brutally, my training, and memories of the fight arena coming back as I tore into him, ripping at him with my claws and teeth, using my weight to throw his scrawny, sick body around. How dare this dog try to steal my love from me.I would not let him get away with it.

Nearly an hour later, I was stalking back to our resting place. This wouldn’t be the first time I’d came home from some unknown place covered in blood, but the reek of it drew Moscow from our den. She only had to sniff the air once to realize what exactly I’d done. ”You have no one else now, you little worthless bitch!” I barked harshly at her. I felt Syst move in my brain. ’Tell her how you feel about that. Tell her what you did, and what her punishment will be,’ He instructed me. ”I’m sorry System! I wasn’t hurting you though! He was my brother!” She tried to cover her own sorry tracks. ”You lie! His scent was always all over you! In places where a brother’s scent should never be!” I told her, the emotion that she would have called rage flooded from my voice, replaced only by the innocent little pup that my mind truly was. ”How would you know? How would you know System? You killed, and ate your own brothers! You knew no brotherly love, or even family love! Your past did not allow it! You are a monster! A murderer!” She growled at me. What I assumed was pain was plastered to her face. Why was she so upset? I had set her free from that creature that was trying to take her from me, I had made sure that I wouldn’t have to punish her to harshly for not staying completely loyal to me. Should she not be happy, or even thankful for that? She wasn’t, she continued with her yelling. I tuned it all out. ’Don’t let her talk to you like that…’ Syst said quietly in my mind. I felt my entire body began to shake, as ‘rage’ engulfed me.

My eyes saw something different than what was before my face. They saw this dog who I thought truly cared for me, who Syst said I truly cared for, lunge at me, her eyes changing from the warm brown that they always where to a harsh, demonic red, that seemed to glow from the very inside of her. The same strange red mist that seeped from her eyes oozed from her mouth as she parted her jaws. I snapped. I lunged at her, and tore into her flesh with strong teeth. What I know now was a hallucination didn’t stop until with her dying breath she murmured something that sounded like ”I hope you burn in hell,”. I watched her. I felt my heart wrench, and my mind slow down, not able to take in what I had just done. Everything that pulsed through my body right now was foreign to me. Syst later told me that it had been he who had put the emotions in my body, and had allowed me to feel them, on such a ‘magnitude’ was the word that he used. I had killed her, slaughtered her like I had done the dogs in the arena. I suddenly felt very numb. I welcomed that numbness. I even welcomed the strange thoughts that entered my mind. She looked funny, her body twisted, and her throat ripped out, and her jaws parted in a silent wail. I found myself laughing. My body moved on its own accord, as I stepped forth, my body slowly starting to roll in the pool of her blood. Still, I laughed unaware of what I was doing exactly. I stopped laughing when my jaws started moving by themselves, licking her fur. It still smelled like that wretched male I had slaughtered. I felt my ears flick back against my skull as I looked at her face. ”You stupid whore.” I didn’t know where the words had come from. At the time, I had only spoken them when Syst had told me to. But he’d given me no command this time. They’d simply erupted from my mouth. They tasted funny, but at the same time they felt so right. Some foreign motion moved my face, in what I know now is called a ‘smile’. I stood up abruptly, turned, and simply walked away from her. I didn’t look back.


For a while, I wandered. I was now four years old, and really only a few months shy of being five years old. I wandered, Syst becoming my only true friend. Eventually, I found myself in the place where I am now. ’Good, good, System. You didn’t need much help from me at all. For once in your life.’