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It's 3 PM in the Abandoned City Hall Subway Station, and you're feeling apprehensive for no apparent reason.
Now this was a place she didn't frequent. Going underground, where it was difficult to get out of if your exit got blocked off, wasn't necessarily a good idea to her, but this place was nice and quiet. Given the chaos surrounding the gang lately, with the Yardies coming in and making things difficult for them, Rhea liked finding places that were peaceful.
Now, though, she was wishing she hadn't come down here.
It was dark and gloomy, but that wasn't what bothered her. No, she actually wasn't sure what was bothering her. There was nothing that stood out to her as being a problem as she looked around. No cats to pester her, and it didn't seem like there were any other dogs in there either. At least, none that she could see at a glance. So why did she feel like she wanted to run?
Honestly, she shouldn't have been surprised. It was a common feeling for her, but usually she could actually point to something that was causing it, even if no one else could see it. She'd come to learn that no one else could really see or hear what was bothering her most of the time, and she was definitely the only one who could feel the phantom pains that plagued her. Now, she couldn't even say what it was that was bothering her.
Instead, she was forced to come to a halt and stand in the middle of the station with her head slightly lowered, trying to keep her hair from standing on end.
Bellatrix caught the scent of another dog, and her ears perked up. She welcomed the darkness that engulfed her, keeping her hidden from the things around her. As she padded toward the scent of the other dog, her nail dragged against the floor, creating a sound. She snorted as she saw the small she-dog standing in the middle of the station with her head slightly lowered. Her ice-blue eyes narrowed as she emerged from the shadows to stand staring at the she-dog in front of her. "I thought I was alone here," she said. Sighing, she wagged her ring tail a little bit before saying, "Oh, well. I suppose some company would be nice in this darkness... Wouldn't it?" There was an edge to her voice. Her eyes studied the she-dog carefully as she looked at the she-dog's size and build curiously. She smelled like a Dodger. "So you're a Dodger, huh?" Her voice was almost taunting. "What are you doing here all alone?"
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It wasn't long before a voice rang out, and Rhea looked around almost wildly, trying to figure out where it was coming from. It wasn't one she recognized, though when she spotted the speaker she briefly thought the woman was Fallon. She was about to wag her tail excitedly, thinking her friend was there with her at least, when she realized this stranger wasn't one of her closest companions.
Rhea was about to reply when the woman's scent hit her, and she immediately cowered. Oh god. Oh no. They had finally found her. After all this time, they had come for her. Well, she wasn't going to go down without a fight, oh no. Still, she couldn't keep herself from shaking slightly, even as she stared at the other woman.
"Please," she begged quietly. "This is my home. Please... just... don't do this." She was terrified, truly she was. Though she had known this day would come, she had never expected them to come onto Dodger territory after her. This was just like when the Yardies had attacked. This place was supposed to be safe, it was why she rarely if ever left their turf. Evidently, that wasn't true.
She gave a wicked smile and tilted her head to the side. "Why do you look so frightened?" Bellatrix gazed around, then her ice-blue eyes rested back on the new she-dog. "I won't hurt you... yet, anyway."
Looking at the lightly trembling dog, Bellatrix shook out her fur. She glanced around one more time, "This place is nice." She sighed, unsure if she should chase the other she-dog out of this place and claim it as her own for the time being. Would claiming it even be useful to her?
She stretched, revealing the rest of her body. The Kangal mix took a few steps toward the new she-dog, then she sat down, her head lowered as she stared at the new creature. Her ring-style tail slowly wagged side to side, almost menacingly. She revealed her large, sharp teeth whenever she spoke. "You know, this may be your home, and yet somehow I have infiltrated it. Does that mean weakness within your gang?"
Bellatrix sighed once more and gave the she-dog a sideways glance. "Perhaps we could be friends. My name is Bellatrix. What's yours?" ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
She was just waiting for the teeth around her throat, the claws in her side, to be torn to shreds for daring to exist. Surely they had come here after her. Perhaps they had heard she was alive from the Yardies and wanted to finally finish the job. She couldn't possibly have enough luck to survive an attack the third time, could she? First the Saints, then the Yardies... now once again by her former gang. Her luck had run out.
Or had it?
Though part of her recognized that the woman wasn't attacking her yet, her sheer terror kept her from finding solace in it. Though she continued trembling, she didn't run. Running had never helped her before, and it wasn't her style anyway. There wasn't any flight or fight from this one. It was just freeze.
Finally, though, she forced herself to find her voice. "You're a... one of them," she gasped out, still entirely unable to voice the name of their gang despite one of their members sitting right in front of her, clearly having found her. Best to ignore the next question, she thought. She certainly wasn't going to mention that the Yardies had been creeping on their territory for a while now, nor was she even going to attempt to posture. That wasn't in her vocabulary either.
"I'm... Rhea," she replied slowly. It never crossed her mind to lie about it. If this Bellatrix knew who she was then it wouldn't do any good to make something up. It would probably just make her angry instead. If she was offering to be friends though... perhaps there was a chance she could make it out of this. Surely Karma didn't still remember her? Surely the "angel" had better things to worry about? To be fair, though, her colossal act of stupidity right before she was tossed from the gang was something that might just stick in Karma's mind.
"Friends are good," she added softly, still quaking but speaking slightly better now. "I don't have any from other gangs." Mostly because she never left Dodger territory anymore, so this was the only way she'd ever meet an outsider. It wasn't the best of circumstances, but she would take a new friend over a new scar any day.
Ah, yes, Rhea... a beautiful name. Just not intimidating. This she-dog, Rhea, seemed as if she'd make a reliable source of information. "I'm a what? A Saint?" She chuckled softly, her eyes closed, then opened them again to reveal their icy-blue color. "Why yes, friends are good. It's nice to meet you Rhea..."
This new she-dog didn't seem to like talking very much. "What's the matter? Cat got your tongue?" She chuckled again, louder. "You don't have to be so shy."
She didn't mean to sound taunting, just intimidating. Bellatrix swiped her tongue around her jaws, her blue eyes resting on Rhea. She narrowed her eyes as she read the she-dog's expression. Was she contemplating running? Bellatrix doubted it, and even so the odds would not be in Rhea's favor.
Bellatrix yawned. "It's awfully dark down here. Why don't we go back up to the surface where there's more light?"
Her hackles raised as a foul smell reached her nose, but she ignored it. It smelled of rats and rotten foods. The she-dog would have been happy to get out of this dark, dank place. _________________________________
"Yes," she breathed as the other woman mentioned the name. She still couldn't bring herself to say it despite having one of their members right in front of her. It just ran too deep. Rhea forced herself to attempt to relax, and while it wasn't very effective a slight bit of tension left her. Otherwise, she'd probably drop dead of a heart attack before Bellatrix could do anything to her.
"Okay," she said, forcing herself to smile. Her life might just depend on it, she realized. If she couldn't act normal, then who knew what would happen to her. "I'll try." It wasn't easy for her on a good day, unfortunately. Still, she did enjoy having new friends. Maybe she could convince herself this really was Fallon she was talking to. Just.. a grumpier version.
"That would be nice, actually," she agreed. It was dark and dreary. Besides, if she was going to die then she wanted to do it where she could see the sky. "It smells kind of... weird too," she said, wrinkling her nose. She turned slightly towards the exit, still looking over at Bellatrix. She was neither going to turn her back on the other woman, nor expect her to turn hers. They could walk up together, she thought. That would be fair.
"So, what do you do in your gang?" she asked with genuine curiosity. She was still nervous as hell, but she was going to give it her best effort to be sociable. It was all she could do. It also wasn't in her to be rude, even when she was scared out of her mind.
Her jaws stretched open in a wide yawn. Bellatrix padded forward, following just behind Rhea as they began heading to the surface. Her ears drooped as she walked along, and her eyes stayed fixed on Rhea.
She ran ahead; Bellatrix could feel the warmth of the sun on her back as she made it out into daylight. Turning around, she waited for the she-dog to catch up with her. "I'm a scraper in my gang. Not that the job is interesting, but I thought it would be fun to steal food from other creatures." She gave a wicked smile. "Oh, well, I haven't been doing much of that lately."
Bellatrix flicked her ear as the chirping of birds sounded. She looked out of the corner of her eyes to watch a bird as it flew from a tree, then looked back at Rhea, all without moving an inch. "What do you do in your gang?"
She didn't necessarily want the Saint behind her, but she didn't have any other choice. Well, she thought, if she was going to be attacked she would have been already wouldn't she? She'd just have to trust that she wasn't going to get her tail bitten off.
They made it out of the underground safely, and Rhea dared to take a seat so her shaking wouldn't be as apparent. She listened to what the other woman had to say. That might explain why she was here, Rhea supposed. "I'm a housemother, I take care of the pups," she said, and at this she smiled slightly despite her situation. She loved her job, and it showed even though she was afraid.
"It keeps me busy at least," she continued. She knew they didn't really value the rank in the Saints, but she wasn't going to bring up that she knew anything about them. The less Bellatrix knew about her the less likely it was that word of her existence would get back to someone who thought she was supposed to be dead.
"I'll bet you get to explore the city a lot, at least," she commented. Being a Scraper seemed to mean a lot of hard work.
She sighed. "I suppose pups are necessary for any gang, no matter how annoying they can be."
Bellatrix nodded. "Freedom is great. You can go wherever you want, whenever you please. Do whatever you want to do... It's quite the dream." She still noticed the she-dog's shaking. Deciding not to comment on it, she looked up at the sky. Clouds lazily moved across. "Do you ever wonder about the sky? Why it's so blue, and why it's so far above our heads?"
She didn't want to scare this dog, since it was obvious she was already terrified for her life. Maybe she could make a relaxed conversation. Perhaps they could become friends... if Bellatrix felt up to it. She looked around for other Dodgers but didn't see any. "How is your gang doing?" She smiled warmly, her ice-blue eyes sparkling in the sunlight. Maybe, if she was very friendly, she could learn something about the Dodgers that would be useful to her gang. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Rhea nodded in agreement that pups were necessary. Of course, to hear most of the Saints tell it they weren't. She knew Karma had children of her own though, and had wondered about the hypocrisy of the regulations the pale boss had made around childbirth and motherhood. Not that it mattered to her anymore considering she wasn't of that gang, and never would be again if she had any say in it, but she did wonder.
She wondered if she would ever be bold enough to go wandering again. To be fair, she wasn't any safer on Dodger territory than out of it, if recent events were anything to go by.
She too looked up, watching the clouds for a moment. "I do now," she replied. What was it, up there? "You know, I guess birds are the most free creatures of all," she commented. They could fly and walk, and therefore weren't bound by the same limitations as they were. Wherever they wanted to go, they could.
At first, she instinctively wanted to lie and say everything was fine, and they were as strong as ever, but what was the point? It was probably obvious that their security was a little lax, and the Saints lived right next to the Yardies. It was entirely possible the Saints already knew what was going on.
"The Yardies have been... causing trouble," she said slowly. "They've been stealing food, and a group of them came onto our territory and attacked me a while ago. I'm afraid they'll hurt the pups next," she concluded. It was still weird to talk about it, and even weirder still to do so with one who wasn't of their gang (she refused to let herself continue lingering on the fact that Bellatrix was a Saint; it wasn't doing her any good). "I just don't know why they'd do something like that."
"Hmm... the Yardies, huh? They're little troublemakers."
Bellatrix didn't like pups herself, but she knew that they were important in any gang. To be honest, she didn't care if the Dodgers lost a few pups. It wouldn't hurt if they lost a few members... but she couldn't kill Rhea until she had enough information gathered. Or maybe, she'd let Rhea live so she could constantly get new information. Karma would have to be thrilled with her.
The she-dog rested her gaze on the Dodgers Housemother. Her heart raced; she'd already gathered some info, although not as helpful as she'd wanted it to be. Perhaps the Yardies and Saints could work together to get rid of the Dodgers. Or at least take a few members out, leaving them as a weak gang to be finished off some other time.
Bellatrix gave Rhea a sympathetic look and hoped it was convincing. "I doubt they'd go as far as to hurt innocent little pups. The Yardies are cruel, but they surely can't be that cruel."
Her fur was ruffled by a breeze that came from behind, bringing her scent toward the Dodgers member. Her own scent reminded her of mountain breezes, fresh and able to make you picture the jagged formations that poked up through the clouds. "You know what you should do? Your gang should go and teach the Yardies a lesson. Your gang has more members; it would surely give you the advantage." Maybe she was sending quite a few Dodgers to their deaths with that idea, but did she care? No. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Rhea couldn't figure out whether or not she should be surprised that Bellatrix thought the Yardies were trouble. The only gang who didn't live next to them were the Eyes, so perhaps the Saints had on occasion dealt with the Yardies themselves. She doubted they would do anything like what they were doing to her own gang though. Everyone in the city knew to stay away from Karma. Making the pale boss mad was like putting a death sentence on your head. It simply wouldn't end in your favor.
"I hope not," she said, though honestly she wouldn't put it past them at this point. What would stop them? The Saints surely wouldn't have refrained from targeting their children, she thought. Still, she wasn't about to argue the point with a Saint, of all dogs. That too was a recipe for something that wouldn't end in your favor.
It was just like a Saint to suggest them going on the attack, and inexplicably she wanted to smile. But, she refrained. "Yeah, I suppose we could try that," she replied amicably. Personally, she wasn't sure if she hoped that was what would happen or not. Yes, she wanted the Yardies to leave them alone, but not at the expense of those she cared about getting hurt. Even though, that was already likely to happen. When it came down to it, a fight was likely to happen one way or the other. Either they would bring the fight to the Yardies, or the Yardies would bring the fight to them. "I'm sure your gang doesn't have to worry about getting bothered," she commented.
"Perhaps we don't have to worry about being bothered," Bellatrix rumbled, "and that's because we are tough. You Dodgers are soft... you don't put up a fight. Or at least that's what I know of you. You'll have to change that."
She looked Rhea up and down. "If you trained hard, you'd make a formidable fighter."
Bellatrix seemed to drift off to a different place. Her expression was thoughtful, and her eyes were fixed on the ground in front of the Dodger. Her mind drifted to her time as a pup, when her family had done nothing to keep her from being thrown into the river. A vicious growl unintentionally left her jaws, but she didn't seem to notice or care.
Snapping back to reality, the she-dog stared back at Rhea. "Don't you have something against your gang mates?" she wondered aloud. Shame pricked at her for thinking about her family, but she didn't give anything away. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Rhea nodded in agreement with Bellatrix's words. She knew how dangerous the Saints were from personal experience. Their way was violence and blood, and others respected that. She also knew their own reputation was far more peaceful than that, and it was why she loved being part of the Dodgers so much. She didn't have to worry about fighting for everything... or at least she hadn't.
"I wouldn't, but I appreciate the thought," she replied. She had never been made for a fighter. Oh, the humans had tried, but it hadn't worked out well for them. They had quickly decided she was better as a breeder than as a fighter or a bait dog. She should have been grateful they hadn't let her get shredded, she supposed.
At the growl that erupted from Bellatrix, Rhea flinched slightly and her fur stood on end, but she settled it before the other dog could look up at her. Looking scared wasn't going to help her here. "No, I don't," she replied honestly. "I'd do anything for them." And she had, one could say. If it came down to one of her gangmates or her getting hurt, she'd choose herself every time. "Yours doesn't work like that, I'd imagine."
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