HELLO 911 WHAT'S YOUR EMERGENCY // private, dimitri

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    The three legged tabby had already spent a day and a half inside these cells and was already contemplating things she promised herself she wouldn't. Thing was, the girl felt empty. And it was funny because you'd think that the last thing to really break the girl covered in scars, the girl that had been through not one but four tortures and had lost parents at a young age would be a fucking picture, of all things but it was. She was broken. The Bloodclanners that came down here to visit the Hawkclan Leader often sneered at the sight, called her pathetic, weak. Laughed at her state of misery. But no longer was she miserable, no. She just felt empty. Like her body wasn't full, like her head was a void. The three legged feline lay against the cold stone wall and stared blankly at the place free of bars. She could be free. She could force herself to get mad, make herself get really, really made but the sadness turned into emptiness wouldn't allow her to do even that. When the Bloodclanners threw in dog food and dirty water that she was 90% sure was piss, she couldn't even move to eat it. She had to eat something, right? And how ironic her food would be dog food. Littlestar felt trapped, in a both literal and non literal sense. Her mind was acting as heavy as chains on her body right now. And she felt as if she'd never, ever escape this suffocating blanket of heaviness, emptiness. It weighed her down and showed in a physical sense as her body refused to move at all.


    Littlestar looked emptily at her paws. The blood that oozed from her shoulder wounds had long since dried up. "Dad, I'm sorry. I never properly got to say goodbye. One minute, you were there, alive. Happy. You were doing well, Leader of the Exiles and the next minute, you had a bullet lodged in your chest and you were buried six feet under the ground and I... I didn't make it in time to say bye. I'm sorry. I know you'd hate what has become of me. I'm a failure to your memory. I let him burn you, didn't I? By letting that happen, I let your memory burn. I failed you. You and Dad. Circusclow- Dad. I'm also sorry. I hated you the first few weeks I found out you were my father and I never acted like a daughter should towards you. And maybe.. fuck it, maybe I had reason to hate you after you let Blindfold torture me. But then I found you again, in Blizzardclan. You had a girlfriend, you were happy. And at first I was livid, I wanted to hurt you. But then I found it in myself to fuckin' forgive ya and I'm glad I did, Dad, I'm glad. The last memories you had of me before.. before you disappeared was me loving you. Thank you. I love you and I miss you." The tabby lifted her paw and unsheathed her claws and sank it into the flesh of her neck and ripped downwards. A jagged scream erupted from Littlestar and she slammed backwards, her skull hitting the stone. Blood dripped from the new neck scars and Littlestar choked. "I'm sorry." She whispered, crumpling into a sodden, bloody heap. Her fur was matted with urine and shit and her face was dark and smeared with blood. "I'm sorry."


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    Dimitri had thought Jackdaw would have killed her by now but for some reason they keept her alive down there in thier deepest pyramid. Perhaps this was one of the cases there they rather keept thier victim alive to break them down first until there where no light left inside of them. Usual he could see the humor in that being exactly this sort of guy how enjoyed more to watch someone get destroyed on the inside while outside they looked like a whole glass that had no cracks but if looking careful enough even a foold could see the almost invinsible cracks on the perfect glass. But for once Dimitri felt restless and impatient tried to wait for them to do the job he desired right now more then anything. It was unusual the vampire desired for someone to die so easily since that would not do anything else then end his little game and then he would no longer have any fun of it. But because of that voice inside he was not behaving like his usual self today. His mind was a very dangerous tool to shattered so if pushing on the wrong buttons the unstability would got brought out of him his logical thinking disappearing and would become a crazed maniac. Right now was a such moment the kitsune just wanted it to all stop, the voice to die because if it did so would that fake version of him do as well. So for once it was necessery, the brain believed so making it sound logical to get ride of what he just couldn't understand, to erase thier existence all together to get ride of this weird feeling inside of the guts.


    For this purpose had the vampire brought himself down the pyramid deepest end there the captives was being hold but for once he was quiet under his walk, no singing, no humming only complete silence. Right now Dimitri was not the Dimitri everyone else known him like. No, this one was conflicted and confused so his parade of faked identity of himself like blown away until he reached the right cage to stand outside.


    It took some minutes before he even said anything just silently watching the soul how looked so fragile and damaged. A child how had got harmed far to early in this world. She stank too an unbelivable scent coming from her that was just to disgusting that some people actually would do. But he supposed he not took it special personally having meet many people in the past how liked to show their claim on someone in different ways, this was just a other one of them. " Ah, ya really look like shit. " He spoke up at last on the other side of the cage with a steady voice to fore up that role of himself and even gave a short lived smirk but it quickly left the lips. He know how importend this child had been for Ichigo, wearing the look a father would give thier daughter and now he was going to take that life away. He wanted to laugh because it was very hilarious if thinking about it but the voice interupted that sort of joy rather telling him and trying to make him remember the past he had build up with Ichigo, but he didn't want to listen. Enough! enough! enough!. Playing the 5th captain had only been a role to play in his game back then nothing else. Ichigo meant nothing just a other puppet in his game back then to help bring back his lover.


    Littlestar?. Was just a other puppet, a being he believed to be a error in this world how was needed to be taken care of. She didn not belong into his games, did not deserve them and so if not liking one of your toys what did you do?. Get ride of them.


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    A sob shook her and she smeared the snot dripping from her nose with the back of her scarred paw. Red was now all painted across her chest and the paw that had done the dirty deed of self harming. She lay there and didn't hear the pawsteps that grew slightly louder as they came across her shit smeared hellhole. "Ah, ya really look like shit." It truthfully came as no surprise to hear the cruel comments. To hear the sneer in their voices and the laughter in their words. She did look like shit, she knew that. But she couldn't bring herself to care as she normally would. Couldn't find it in herself to yell and scream and try kill the man who had turned his back on her and was now provoking her from behind bars. The tabby didn't even look at him. She knew who it was; she just didn't want to see. He was a stranger to her. Perhaps she thought she'd been getting somewhere from that day she found a whole pile of food deposited on Hawkclan territory smelling of Colouredclan. It had been the best day ever because, back then, they'd all been in the thick of a famine that had wiped out more then half her people. And she'd gone to Colouredclan, thanked him. He'd responded saying it hadn't been him and she'd believed him of course but the gratitude remained. What someone from his clan had done was never going to be forgotten. But she'd just.. felt so positive that day that she'd connected his face to the positive feeling of gratitude and kindness and favors. And with this...


    ... he'd tossed those feelings into the shit she now lay in.


    The battle scarred girl weakly lifted a paw and stroked the scars going across her left eye, stroked the crooked jaw and the hanging effect it had on the right side of her mouth, the tooth that protruded from her bottom jaw over her top lip, the scars on the bridge of her nose, the torn ears, the shoulder scars, the missing leg stump, the tail stump, the scars on her wrists, the ones on her back and flank, under her leg, on her belly. She touched them all. She felt her scars and remembered the story behind each one. She felt that pain and then she felt where she was now. She knew he was watching her, he was. Dimitri. An undeniable feeling of need took her over and she rolled over, albeit slowly, until she was facing him. Her eyes were as empty as can be and her face was a blank canvas of absolutely nothing. "Can you do me a favor. Dimitri. Can you kill me." The tabby whispered, her eyes widening a little. "If you could do that... I'd forget everything. Please. I'll.. I'll.. for gods sake, I'll be forever grateful. Just stab me in the neck or something... make it quick.... or slow, that's what I fuckin' deserve. Just.. say I attacked you or some shit.. they'll believe it. Use a dagger. Use a dagger... please.." The female whimpered as she forced herself to a standing position, legs trembling, fresh new blood oozing from the neck wounds. She grimaced and closed her eyes. "You want to. Right? Everybody wants to kill me. So you can be the one to do it and maybe they'll call you a god damn fuckin' hero. You can have it on your fuckin' CV. Kill me," A silent tear rolled down her face and dripped from her wet chin. "Please."

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    Dimitri had gone back to his own silence again when he opend the cage to step inside but did not bother to close it behind of him. It was very doubtful Littlestar even had even one procent of chance to escape right now and if she manged to succeed on that single one procent he would still be able to found her and kill her before even reaching Hawkclan border. He approached her slowly but not directly now his paws was leading him around her in a half circle but when he heared her her wish of death the kitsune come to a halt swollowing down the suprise over the features so it was nowhere to be found. His face was indifferent revealing nothing simple staring there he stood so well in the darkness that covered his own black fur, only his red and blue orb was vinsible in the darkness of this place.


    She stood up now speaking further with her broken voice. Oh so she wanted to die so easily?. His claws digged a bit into the ground that sting in the heart being present again. It had just been like that one time when he - no not him that false image of himself stept inside the wood house after getting enough courage to climb up through this stairs despite his phobia for highs. He had climbed up there to found Littlestar in that dark room trying to commit suicide looking just as broken she did now. The moment life become difficult people gave up on it rather doing so then deal with the pain. " Look at her she need us. " The voice inside of his head took his present in the form of a hallucination right over Littlestar this three tailed german shpherd appeared staring straight back at him with that pleading pathetic look. It came a bit as a suprise that it was this person how showed up in front of him this time and not his lover how was haunting him after that witch had cursed him. Dimitri really believed he hated this guy, this memory of himself because he could never be him. This was the person he was now and he would never become someone else even if lets say some part of him wanted too he didn't know how to change to experience feelings any longer. He couldn't love he had ript that heart out from him after Tama had killed him. But this 'Inu' person was holding a tiny part of his heart left along with this memories which was exactly why he needed to kill Littlestar to kill him to make him completely heartless.


    Dimitri conjured up a knife in the air right behind Littlestar back. If he send it down now he would kill her along with 'Inu' and then everything would be fine again. " Please don't do this!. We can still be saved i now we can!. You can't just kill me of like i'm nothing! nothing will get better by doing this you know that!. " He wasn't a good guy not the sort of hero Ichigo had seen in him always having looked so proud to have him as his 5th captain. That day when Littlestar had come to Colouredclan with that brightful look filled with light if he had told her the truth that it was him the one how had dropt of that food would she have seen him like a hero?.


    But he wasn't one. No hero. That did not suit in with him it never had. He was not after that sort of glory because it was all fake. So why did it sting so much in the chest for?. The little bit of heart he still had tried to suffocate him now to do something he never could become. Yuuka had once seen him like something better, all children had he had adopted just because he had let them think he was something good in this world until they grow up and saw the truth themself. Dimitri couldn't change he did not know how to do that neither did he wish too. He could see the world as it was a place someone like him never would get welcomed in which was why he had decided to become the one to rule it instead to throw out the cards and unfold it to his own liking. He was disconacted to this world he did not belong into it to play this mortal life of friendship and love. They where all fake so why?, why?.


    " Please don't make her hate us too!. "


    This was no fun, he just wanted to be entertained not to feel this way. There was a reason he had ript of his own heart to not get interfered with his games or to ever let anyone touch his heart every again. It was no fun because everyone was always the same at the end looking at him the same way. It would never change. All he wanted was to hurt others to fuck with them for his own amusement sake just like they had done to him but now Littlestar was a hindrance between that. He was confused, conflicted unsure of what to do as this sting increased inside of the chest to strike the empty hole there his heart was supposed to be making it impossible to ignore now. Dimitri opend the mouth but instead of saying anything swollowed slowly, his gaze having been gone for a bit out of touch from this world there until they returned back and sothe knife disappeared along with the hallucination and instead a blanket got conjured up to land upon Littlestar body.


    " To bad i'm not a hero then. " he spoke and forced a smile now as he stept closer to the broken little being. He couldn't believe this, he really couldn't understand this. Never before had he done something simillair like this. What exactly was wrong with him?. It felt like something was changing inside of him not even sure how to acknowledge it like. " Neither do i care for gold medals. " he chuckled slightly mostly for his own sake really glad the illusion had disappeared. " Have ya forgotten ya are not alone?. Ya have people waiting for ya to get back home, a family. " He just couldn't do it, to kill her. How boring that sounded making him wanna cut open his own damn throat because of it. This was going against everything he was but still couldn't understand why he wanted her to contunie to live. Maybe he needed a break?. Even someone like himself needed vacations sometimes, haha. How laughable. Look at him trying to cheer her up to make her see the light again.


    " So sorry to ruin ya day sweetheart but ya gotta die some other day."


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