Between Walls of Steel

[Dust]

When did the darkness and the time warping silence of the outhouse sized box with its nostril numbing smells became a sleep for Dust was beyond him. He came in and out of it constantly, only the conscious thoughts of weather he was awake or not broke the barrier, though not very well. Eventually he couldn't even smell the choking scent of the dead man that had inhabited his new home previously.

Instead of peaceful sleep however Hokori heard gunshots and cannons going off in his dreams, smoke filled the air and the strong scent of death that comes with war. He whimpered like a pup in a bad dream. There was no one to confirm it, but he jerked lightly as he relieved his earlier days in the Russian army.

It was the first time Shock and him had fought. He refused to kill women if he could prevent it. He spared her multiple times those days. He was sure that the only reason she didn’t come back at him another time was because he’d finished his goal for his master and no longer needed to fight her but escape.

She was quick with her staff, the shocking he’d received earlier reminded him a lot of her fighting weapon. It’s sting always did a number on his nerves despite him acting like it didn’t. And if she attacked a joint with that thing, he was out of it for days afterwards. His master was more upset by those times than anything. They, however, never asked for her head. Thankfully.

Her long blond hair haunted his dreams, entrapping him in his only long term regret. Her eyes were always so fierce but never mad… They stared back at him with a sadness that bore through him and he had to look away. When he did he came face to face with Tamsin one more. She bowed politely and turned her back to him again. He watched her step up to the teleporting pads back at DA and vanished from his life once more. Inside he worried he let her walk to her death…

The night dragged on, and on. Or at least it felt like night is what had been passing. His only visual cue of anything different was a single ray of light at the bottom of the door. He saw it, but without anything other than his thoughts to keep him company he sunk lower and lower into his guilt.

Days passed, long days and nights.

He heard something scratching at his door and looked up just in time to be blinded by the pure sunlight coming through into his eyes. He cried out painfully with a hiss and tried to shield himself. The attacker took this time grab him by the arms and drag him out.

Dust was thrown into the mud before he was surrounded by men. They began to beat him harshly across the back. The Werewolf Prime hid the back of his head with his hands and hoped that he wouldn’t be paralyzed by the beating, but otherwise took it with as much grace as any inmate could. When they were done a couple aggressively grabbed him again and dragged the the abused dog back to the main building.

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Volk was pushed into the same bolted down metal chair as before, chains wrapped around him more tightly this time, but his feet remained firmly on the ground. Where the Good Doctor had watched him be proud and stoic, he grinned at a beaten and slightly starved - a more weakened - boy. “Good afternoon, Dust.”