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Jon's day consisted of very little, for his owner, Charlie Redford, had been called in unexpectedly to work at the mill today, being cruelly slapped in the face with a fifteen hour shift because two of the other employees, drunkards as everybody knew, called in sick- more than likely from a hangover- so today was going to be a goof off day for Jon, a day where he could do whatever he wanted to do without being interrupted by Redford's whistle. So Jon plodded along the streets of the village, confidence and prowess in his every step, for he was by far one of the largest males in town his age, and was not that bad of a looker either, so more often than not, he would have to beat the females back with both paws. However, today he was not looking for love, simply an average chat with his mom and dad; so he walked slowly down the thin streets, his paws carrying him to the shed where he had earlier planned to meet up with his parents. He approached the small, empty house that the Hudsons called home, not even having to pause at the gate, for Jenna had generously left it open for him. However, what he didn't realize was that inside of the shed was also his older brother...

Balto groaned and slowly let his eyelids peel open, revealing a blurry image of his mate's shed before him, this accompanied by a pair of thin, copper posts which stood before him. He shook his head, ridding his vision of the distortion, and focused upon the posts, finding them to be two legs. Startled and recalling the events that had transpired prior to being knocked unconscious, Balto kicked and attempted to stand; but something was wrong, horribly wrong as he realized that he could not separate his paws from a single point before him. He looked down to his legs, finding his paws tied, and then looked up the pair of legs before him, boring his angered and frightened gaze into the madness of Dingo's.

"What is this!" Balto demanded, kicking futilely around on the floor.

Unable to free himself, he ran his livid gaze up to his son once again, but Dingo only smiled evilly and turned around, walking away from him.

"I'm glad you're awake," Dingo said to him flatly as he sat himself down a short distance away, facing the wall and studying his claws inquisitively, "'cause now the fun can _really _begin.

Balto tensed and looked about for his mate, but his vision was limited to only the door of the shed. Discouraged by this, he began to fell panic rise up in him.

"Where's Jenna!" he demanded firmly, "What did you do to her!"

Dingo only chuckled sinisterly and rose to his paws again, turning around and slowly strutting over to Balto and when he arrived before his father's face, he stopped, lowering his muzzle down to Balto's ear.

"She's fine. She's just recovering from our little fun time," he whispered, grabbing Balto's scruff with his teeth and turning him toward the back wall where Jenna still remained tied, her muzzle now tied closed with a piece of rope, "Aren't you dear?" he called out to her as soon as Balto could see her.

Jenna struggled against her restraints, trying to break free, but her efforts proved fruitless.

Balto growled and pushed against his own restraints, squirming about and then looking angrily up at Dingo.

"You son of a bitch," he seethed, continuing to shift his shoulders as he tried to loosen the ropes.

Dingo only laughed and began to walk over to Jenna.

"Hey, I can't help that I have a MILF for a mother," he said darkly and when he got up to her he ran a paw along her left cheek, "and quite a talented MILF indeed."

He finished this off by forcefully slapping her across the face, making her drop her head and tears begin to flow down her cheeks again. Balto saw this and he snarled terribly, fighting like mad to break himself free from the ropes.

"I'll kill you, you fucking psychopath!" he yelled out to Dingo, but Dingo only laughed and slapped her again, causing Balto to struggle harder against his restraints.

Dingo saw this and he smiled menacingly back at him, licking slowly across Jenna's muzzle and then turned back to Balto, walking over and stopping before him. Balto made vicious snaps at his paws, but each time, his teeth would slam together with a metallic click after their travel through empty air. Dingo shook his head in annoyance and jammed his paw down forcefully upon the bridge of Balto's muzzle, causing him to unwillingly bite his own tongue. Balto's eyelids pinched together and he groaned in pain, his scream being muffled inside of his mouth that remained pressed shut.

"Let's watch the temper, old man," Dingo warned and removed his paw from Balto's muzzle.

Balto quickly opened his mouth and his scream became audible as a sizeable chunk of his tongue rolled to the floor in a thick clot of blood and saliva. Balto's eyes had tears pouring out of them and he screamed in pain, coughing violently as he continued to spit up blood. A muted scream of horror could be heard from Jenna as she watched and she began to thrash about against her restraints as well, jumping and kicking and pulling, but she was held fast. She wasn't going anywhere until Dingo willed it. Nobody was.

There was then a sudden noise at the door, one of which caught the attention of all of the occupants in the shed, and then the door began to open. Fearing the worst, Dingo quietly moved over to the side of the door, positioning himself so that when it was opened, it would open toward him and shield him from sight, thus allowing him to get the drop on whomever it was that came in. the door opened all the way and a gasp was heard then another copper colored dog began to run toward the fallen form of Balto, not even bothering to shut the door behind him. Dingo recognized the dog and he smiled, closing the door behind him and approaching the new dog now by Balto's side.

"J- rn," Balto tried to warn, but the blood in his mouth and the missing chunk of his tongue made it impossible for the dog to understand him.

The red dog put his face down near Balto's, trying to better understand what it is that his father had to tell him, but he simply couldn't; Balto's speech was far too impaired. He then noticed Jenna tied up in the back and he sprinted to her, immediately lowering his head toward the ropes to try and gnaw her free, failing to see Jenna shaking her head desperately from side to side, begging him to leave, but just as soon as he began to set his teeth around each side of a rope, he heard a voice.

"Why Jon it's so good to see you again," Dingo greeted warmly, causing the red dog to jump and turn to him.

"Dingo?" he asked astounded, looking all around himself.

Dingo nodded.

"Yes, little brother, it's me," he replied happily.

Jon was frightened.

"Wha- what's going on here?" he asked Dingo desperately, "what have you done to mom and dad?"

"you're asking the wrong questions," Dingo answered monotonously, "the proper questions to ask are _why _am I here and what _haven't _I done."

He finished this off by laughing darkly and this caused Jon to tear up a bit, for he had always idolized Dingo ever since he was a small pup, and seeing him like this was just too much for him to take.

"Why are you doing this Dingo?" he asked his brother with tears in his eyes, "What has gotten into you?"

Dingo smiled and moved closer to Jon, stopping only about two feet away from him.

"Now those are the right questions," he answered.

He then turned to Balto, of whom had nearly blacked out from the pain and blood loos, gesturing to him with a dismissive wave of his paw.

"You see him?" he asked distastefully, venom in his voice.

Jon turned his head quickly to Balto and then back to Dingo, nodding fearfully as his eyes met his brother's.

Dingo smirked, turning and pointing to Jenna.

"And her?" he asked in the same tone as he had when he referred to Balto.

Again, Jon nodded.

"Well, as it would turn out, these two have been keeping secrets," Dingo mused, "secrets from me, from Kodi, from Saba, from Ali, from Gunner, and from you."

Jon's eyes widened slightly in shock, for he thought that he knew everything that there was to know from his mom and dad; but- No. Dingo was lying. Whatever had happened to Dingo was making him lie. There were no secrets. His parents had nothing to hide.

"You're lying," Jon accused firmly, "they don't keep secrets!"

He was so focused on Dingo that he did not see the emotional pain bleeding through Balto's and Jenna's eyes, and even if he did, he would not have recognized it.

Dingo, however, could sense such feelings and he scoffed, hardening his gaze and boring it into Jon's.

"Oh really?" he asked slowly, turning his head briefly to regard his father before he turned it back to Jon, "Did he tell you that you had another sister?" he asked, "Did he tell you that?"

Jon couldn't believe what he was hearing. He wouldn't!

Dingo's newly tuned senses were able to detect his little brother's affliction and he decided that he would capitalize on it.

"Don't take it from me, Jon," Dingo said to him beguilingly, "if you won't take my word for it, then maybe you should ask him."

He turned his head back once again to Balto, seeing him fighting to keep his emotions under control.

"Go ahead and tell him, Balto," Dingo seethed, "tell him _all _about Alue."

"Dingo just stop this," Jon begged, "just-"

"It's true Jon," Balto interrupted sadly, causing Jon's whole composure to seemed to sink inside of itself, "all of it."

Jon was completely shocked to hear this coming from his father, the one he trusted the most; and now he was finding out that he was being lied to.

"That's not even the beginning," Dingo told him, "Balto, why don't you tell Jon _why _she isn't here anymore? Tell him about the fuckin' monster that we have inside of all of us."

"Dingo I can't," Balto begged, "please stop-"

"Monster?" Jon asked him pointedly, "dad what is he talking about?"

Balto averted his eyes guiltily.

"Answer me!" Jon demanded desperately, "what's going on!"

Balto caught a quick, quivering breath and looked up to Jon.

"A wolf," he replied in a strained voice, almost as though the word "wolf" hurt his throat.

"A wolf?" Jon replied in shock.

Balto didn't answer. Like he had done before, he turned away from his son, unable to even look at him.

Jon didn't know what to think, what to say, didn't even know what to do.

Dingo chuckled darkly and turned down to Jon.

"You see? All they've ever done is lie to you," Dingo seethed sinisterly, "they don't deserve the title of mom and dad."

Jon covered his ears, for the impact of all of the information that he had received was proving to be too much for his young mind to take. He lowered his head and gritted his teeth, trying to think.

And then it hit him.

"It's the wolf," he stated, turning to Dingo, "he's the reason why Dingo is doing this!"

Dingo smiled crookedly.

"You're a smart kid, Jon," he mused, "always have been, but don't think that this is a bad thing."

Jon narrowed his eyes.

Raping your mother and torturing your father isn't a bad thing?" he demanded pointedly, stepping forward, "you've become a living demon, Dingo! And this... _thing _inside of your head has convinced you that you're doing the right thing, but-"

He didn't get a chance to continue further, for Dingo had heard enough of him. With one swift motion, Dingo picked Jon up by hos forepaw and slammed his head squarely into a post, not enough to knock him unconscious, but enough to put him on the floor for a few moments. Jon hit the floor, clutching his bleeding head, fighting back the tears that stung his eyes. From the other side of the room, Jenna cried hysterically, though these outbursts were contained by her muzzled mouth.

"You would be amazed at what this has done for me," Dingo mused, grabbing Jon by the throat and lifting him up off of the floor, "it has given me strength the likes of which I've never felt, senses that far surpass any other fuckin' mutt out there. I can't be stopped."

Tears rolled down Jon's muzzle as he struggled so desperately, yet so helplessly in Dingo's grasp, and this in turn caused Dingo to laugh.

"It's pointless, Jon," he mocked, "you cannot beat me. The wolf makes me strong."

Jon jon could feel Dingo's paw crushing his windpipe and could feel his limbs beginning to become light.

"Dingo... please," he begged, "snap out of this."

"Shut up," Dingo growled and threw him to the floor, "didn't you ever learn that real men don't cry?"

"Real men don't hurt their family," Jon choked from the floor, "and real men will do anything to protect those they love, not seek to destroy them!"

Dingo smiled menacingly and stepped toward him, kicking him to the floor as he tried to stand. Jon cried out involuntarily as Dingo's paw made contact with the tender flesh behind his ribs and fell to his side, curling himself into a tight ball.

"Real men don't lie," Dingo whispered in his ear, "and dead men tell no tales."

With one swift motion, he picked Jon up off of the floor and pinned him up against the wall by his throat, pressing harder and harder with each few seconds that passed.

"No!" Jenna cried behind her gag, tears literally streaming down her face.

Balto craned his body and began to desperately seek purchase on the rope which bound his paws, but his neck simply would not bend to that degree, and therefore the ropes remained just out of the reach of his teeth.

Jon gasped loudly, grasping Dingo's foreleg with both of his paws and desperately trying to push his paw away, but Dingo was simply too strong, and the longer that time droned, the weaker he began to feel.

He choked and opened his teary eyes, locking them with Dingo's.

"Please, cguh," he gasped, "I know... y-ou're in there."

Dingo smiled evilly, for begging was useless, and pressed harder, laughing as he did.

"Dingo, gshuh, brother," Jon choked out again, though weaker this time, "hcyou ha-ave ghe, to lis-ten to me... please."

Something flashed into Dingo's eyes, almost like a hint of sadness, but it was gone just as quickly as it had appeared, being replaced promptly by the madness once again.

"Dingo's gone," he seethed and with one quick, one forceful twist of his paw, Jon's neck was broken and his lifeless body fell to the floor.

"No!" Balto cried, lashing against his restraints, "Jon!"

From the other side of the shed, Jenna was overcome with rage and she snarled and thrashed about against her bonds like some beast of the wild, but all the while she raged, tears dripped from her chin and in the end, after a fit of about thirty seconds or so, she finally settled and broke down into high pitched wails of sorrow.

Dingo chuckled darkly and this chuckle quickly rose into something that closely resembled the laughter of a sadist, of a sociopath as he slowly beat the life out of his victim with large stone in hand.

So dark, so demented was this laughter that it caused the hairs on the back of Balto's neck to stand involuntarily erect and the blood in his veins to freeze instantly.

After about twenty seconds or so of this laughter, Dingo fell silent and sat with his head down.

Balto kept close eyes on him and used this momentary lull to once again attempt to free himself from the ropes, but once again his teeth remained just beyond the proximity of the bonds which held him. He strained his muscles, flexed his body in every which direction, but finally the dull burn in his sides and core convinced him to rest for a moment and he lay flat on the floor again, panting heavily.

Dingo lifted his head up and turned toward Jenna, for her wails began to cut into his ears like a hot knife.

"Shut up, bitch," he seethed, but she only continued to cry.

Displeased by her disobedience, Dingo scowled and pushed himself to his paws then began to slowly stalk his way toward her.

Balto allowed desperation to replenish his strength and went at the ropes again, but once again, the ropes held.

Close and closer Dingo drew to her, clicking his claws loudly on the floor beneath his paws so as to further build the terror that he knew he had created.

Balto grunted and tried again, harder this time, feeling the sharp sting of the frayed ropes as they sliced into his wrists, but the pain he ignored and he continued to fight. He had already lost two of his children today. He was _not _going to lose his wife as well.

"Come on," he groaned under his breath, grimacing as the strain in his muscles began to overpower his forethought.

He relaxed for about two seconds, enough time to mark Dingo's progress, and once he found him to be standing before Jenna, he went at the ropes again, feeling blood beginning to roll down his paws and drip off of his claws, but despite his best effort, the ropes remained taught about his wrists.

He cursed and turned his eyes to Dingo once again when he heard his voice, now resembling the crackling of dry leaves, and found him with her chin grasped firmly in his paw, one of his claws pressed firmly against her neck.

"You would be wise to list-"

"Wait," Balto called, causing Dingo to lower his claws and turn to him, "please don't hurt her," he begged weakly, his voice hoarse, "your problems rest with me, not with her. Please don't hurt her for my wrongdoings."

Dingo chuckled under his breath and began to walk toward him, shaking his head slowly from side to side as he walked.

"You just don't get it, do you?" he seethed, "you BOTH lied to me, you were BOTH a part of this, and therefore you must BOTH die."

He bent down and gripped the fur on the top of Balto's head and jerked his chin up, sliding one of his claws across his neck slowly, taking extra care not to slice too deep so as to avoid piercing his jugular and accidentally killing him too soon.

Balto grimaced and groaned as his throat was sliced, feeling the warm sensation of his blood as it rolled down the front of his chest, staining his fur a deep crimson color. Jenna cried out, fearing the worst, but Dingo ignored her and lowered his paw, though still holding Balto up by his fur.

"It wasn't her fault," Balto choked hoarsely, swallowing hard, "I made her lie. Now please, just let her go."

Dingo chuckled.

"Why? So she can run off and get the people of the town to come and kill me?" he demanded with a scoff, "not likely."

"She won't cause you any trouble," Balto begged, "I swear."

"Nothing but a load of shit," Dingo replied bitterly.

"If she tells anyone, you can kill me," Balto promised firmly, causing Jenna to turn to him and gaze upon him with tears in her eyes, "I swear to you, if she makes one false move, you can kill me on the spot, but please I'm begging you, just let her go."

Dingo chuckled and shook his head slowly.

"You do realize that I was gonna kill you anyway," he replied, "regardless of what bargains you tried to make."

Balto's heart sank upon hearing this and he allowed a look of defeat to form across his entire body. His ears drooped, his limbs fell limp and his eyes, unmoving, remained but half open, and his voice remained locked away inside of his quivering throat.

So this was it, huh? He and his mate were going to die today at the hand of their own son because their fear of calamity forced them to become liars. They should have told them all from minute one, just as soon as they were old enough to understand and they could have avoided all of this.

Balto sighed deeply and turned his gaze upon Jenna once again and she stared back silently, telling him through the tears in her eyes that her thoughts were one with his. Death was imminent, and she knew it to be true. There was nothing that could be done now.

"I'm sorry, Jenna," Balto said softly, "this whole mess is my fault. I should have never dragged you into this."

"Don't say that," she begged in her mind, "please don't say that. I told you on the day we wed that I would stay with you through thick and thin no matter what happened. I told you we would tackle any problem at all so long as we had each other. Please don't start apologizing to me."

Balto, however, did not receive the message, for he knew that he should at least die an honest man.

"And Dingo," Balto said, turning to him, "I am most sorry about lying to you for so long. We should have told you, but you have to realize that-"

"Realize what?" Dingo demanded, "that it was for my own protection? Stop trying to kiss my ass."

"I did it because I love you, Dingo," Balto replied, "I did it because I am supposed to look after you, dammit, that's my job. Try to understand that I did it for you. I did it because I didn't want to have to ever see you or your brothers and sisters hurt the way you hurt right now."

"Stop," Dingo seethed, "I don't want to hear anymore shit out of you."

"Dingo," Balto continued on, "you know deep down in the base of your heart that this is true. You know that if I could change Time itself I would stop myself from ever telling y-"

"I said shut up!" Dingo screamed and slammed a paw across Balto's face.

Balto groaned, but recovered quickly and turned to him once again.

"Listen to me, I know you're in there somewhere," Balto pleaded, "you know what you are doing is wrong. I kn-"

Dingo struck him again, harder this time, but Balto continued.

"I know who it is that you truly are. You are my son, Dingo, my pride and joy, my-"

"Stop it," Dingo demanded, tears beginning to well up in his eyes.

Balto saw this and he knew that he had achieved something short of miraculous. He was beginning to get through to his son, his real son; all he would have to do was keep talking, so he began again.

"You mean the whole damned world to me, Dingo," he continued, "regardless of who you are. Even after all you've done, it still does not change the way I feel about you as my son."

Dingo turned away from him and sat down with his back facing his father and hung his head, silent years streaming down his muzzle.

"Stop," he whispered in a shaky voice, "please, stop."

Balto fell silent and watched, holding his breath, for he could see now for the first time in nearly forty-five minutes, his real son beginning to bleed through, and he feared that if he were to open his mouth again it would destroy all of the ground that he had gained. His fight was over, now it was Dingo's turn.

"Stop," Dingo cried, "just-"

He growled, laughed evilly and turned to Balto, but once he saw the beaten and bloody form of his father on the floor, the laugh died and he stared silently then cast a glance over to his mother, finding her to be staring back at him with eyes half shut from swelling, and finally, he turned to the lifeless body of Jon, his youngest brother.

A cruel smile began to creep across his face, but was quickly vanquished by a quick choked breath and he had to turn away again.

"Oh my god," he cried softly, "what have I done?"

He chuckled and lifted his head.

"Fuck it, I don't care, they deserved it."

He shook his head and began to cry again, lowering his eyes toward his blood soaked paws.

"Come on Dingo," Balto mouthed to himself, "fight it."

Three minutes turned to five, then eight, and finally ten, but each passing minute was like an hour gone by for Balto. At minute five, silence had fallen, deathly silence, and Balto prayed that it was over, and finally on the tenth minute the moment of truth came.

There was a sniffle, followed by a long pause, and then, with slow deliberation, Dingo turned to Balto, to his mother, and finally back upon Balto once more, his brown eyes glistening with tears.

"I'm sorry," he said weakly and placed his claws up to his throat.

Balto's eyes widened and he lurched to stop him, but he remained tied.

"Dingo, stop!" he begged, struggling against the ropes.

Dingo sniffled twice in rapid succession then settled, allowing a peaceful smile to form across his lips and then with one quick motion, he dragged his claws across his throat and the blood which had sustained his life for four years began to spurt onto the floor.

"No!" Balto yelled as Dingo coughed and fell to the floor, "Dingo no!" he cried, his tears pouring down from his eyes, Dingo!"