Characters: Rex Relationship: Gen Tags: Angst Not because I needed a box of tissues while I wrote this, no sir. Summary: Rex was a good dog, even before the bombs fell.
He likes the car. Smells come in through the window his Person Jack leaves a little bit open, and Rex’s nose wiggles as he breathes them in, stretched out on the back seat. His ears swivel as the radio crackles, and he lifts his head. The words are fuzzy and hard to hear right, but his tail starts to wag at what he makes out. His person talks back to it, and he switches on the flashing lights and the wailers. Rex feels his tail slap against the seat, and he barks, high and yapping and thrilled, but he knows better than to stand up while the car moves. His Person doesn’t look back, but he says things to him, good things, love-words. Good boy. Yes, he is a good boy, they will go get the bad guys. He does his job, he loves his job, he loves his Person.
There are other flashing lights as the car slows down, and he stands up and circles, and whines at his Person to hurry up. He stands and waits on the seat while he opens the door, and doesn’t jump down until his person puts the leash on because he is a good dog, but he shakes a little and his tail is still waving. He puts the rattly collar on him, and he makes himself calm down, because now he is working, and needs to listen, and be a good dog.
All of the cars are pointed at one house, the lights making it bright. He smells the hard metal sting of guns, and is quiet a little, because he knows they hurt, but even on the street he can smell ugly chemicals and the tang of fear. His person and his people are all talking, and he listens with one ear for his name, but his nose is working. There are four strangers he can smell but not see, and they are all scared and angry, and the chemicals are the ones he gets called good boy, Rex and the rope the ROPE when he finds them. He pulls at his leash and whines.
His Person Jack tells him shush and he shushes. All the people start to walk towards the house, and he was told shush, but he can’t help it, he barks a few times because he will get to run and jump and bite. He loves the biting. And after he bites he gets THE ROPE.
He growls and growls as they go inside, and his Person is shouting the warning-words, and Rex growls louder. He can hear the bad guys, and they shout back, and they are close. Rex is drooling because he wants to BITE the bad men, they are so bad, and be called a good dog. They go downstairs with the other good men, the car and flashing lights men, and there there there he is, and Rex barks gun, gun, gun, and pulls at his collar as the bad guy points it at his Person Jack.
He lets go, and Rex flies across the floor and hits him so hard he barks back, and Rex grabs his arm and bites and shakes. He shakes as many times as he can before Jack says let go, and Rex drops him and stares to make sure he stays down. He hears the other man down the hall and turns and barks and gun but his Person doesn’t see to give the order, and he whines and leaps and hopes he won’t be a bad dog. The man points the gun, and it is LOUD but that doesn’t stop him as he bites and bites and his back hurts and why does he hurt.
There are more guns and the man falls over, and Rex smells blood, some is human-blood and the other is dog. He lays down next to the bad man because his legs won’t work, and whines for his Person to come fix him, to make it stop hurting and they can get the rest of the bad guys. But his Person kneels down and pets his ears and says love-words, good boy, but Rex can smell the fear rolling off him. He licks his hand and whines. His person shouldn’t be scared. Everything will be okay, because he and Rex are together.
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timeasmymeasure
Protect and Serve (1/4)
Date: 2014-09-13 07:36 pm (UTC)Relationship: Gen
Tags: Angst Not because I needed a box of tissues while I wrote this, no sir.
Summary: Rex was a good dog, even before the bombs fell.
He likes the car. Smells come in through the window his Person Jack leaves a little bit open, and Rex’s nose wiggles as he breathes them in, stretched out on the back seat. His ears swivel as the radio crackles, and he lifts his head. The words are fuzzy and hard to hear right, but his tail starts to wag at what he makes out. His person talks back to it, and he switches on the flashing lights and the wailers. Rex feels his tail slap against the seat, and he barks, high and yapping and thrilled, but he knows better than to stand up while the car moves. His Person doesn’t look back, but he says things to him, good things, love-words. Good boy. Yes, he is a good boy, they will go get the bad guys. He does his job, he loves his job, he loves his Person.
There are other flashing lights as the car slows down, and he stands up and circles, and whines at his Person to hurry up. He stands and waits on the seat while he opens the door, and doesn’t jump down until his person puts the leash on because he is a good dog, but he shakes a little and his tail is still waving. He puts the rattly collar on him, and he makes himself calm down, because now he is working, and needs to listen, and be a good dog.
All of the cars are pointed at one house, the lights making it bright. He smells the hard metal sting of guns, and is quiet a little, because he knows they hurt, but even on the street he can smell ugly chemicals and the tang of fear. His person and his people are all talking, and he listens with one ear for his name, but his nose is working. There are four strangers he can smell but not see, and they are all scared and angry, and the chemicals are the ones he gets called good boy, Rex and the rope the ROPE when he finds them. He pulls at his leash and whines.
His Person Jack tells him shush and he shushes. All the people start to walk towards the house, and he was told shush, but he can’t help it, he barks a few times because he will get to run and jump and bite. He loves the biting. And after he bites he gets THE ROPE.
He growls and growls as they go inside, and his Person is shouting the warning-words, and Rex growls louder. He can hear the bad guys, and they shout back, and they are close. Rex is drooling because he wants to BITE the bad men, they are so bad, and be called a good dog. They go downstairs with the other good men, the car and flashing lights men, and there there there he is, and Rex barks gun, gun, gun, and pulls at his collar as the bad guy points it at his Person Jack.
He lets go, and Rex flies across the floor and hits him so hard he barks back, and Rex grabs his arm and bites and shakes. He shakes as many times as he can before Jack says let go, and Rex drops him and stares to make sure he stays down. He hears the other man down the hall and turns and barks and gun but his Person doesn’t see to give the order, and he whines and leaps and hopes he won’t be a bad dog. The man points the gun, and it is LOUD but that doesn’t stop him as he bites and bites and his back hurts and why does he hurt.
There are more guns and the man falls over, and Rex smells blood, some is human-blood and the other is dog. He lays down next to the bad man because his legs won’t work, and whines for his Person to come fix him, to make it stop hurting and they can get the rest of the bad guys. But his Person kneels down and pets his ears and says love-words, good boy, but Rex can smell the fear rolling off him. He licks his hand and whines. His person shouldn’t be scared. Everything will be okay, because he and Rex are together.