Hello, everyone! MalevolentTorment (miskey, for short) here, bringing you my second Balto fanfic. The description wasn't all that good, but I assure the the story will be much better. Now, for this one, something that you need to know is that wolves can change into humans. They call it putting on their 'disquise' (just so you don't get confused).

I would just like to thank kodiwolf321 and Jwolf98 for helping me out! Check out their fanfics, all of them are very well written and I feel awesome that you two are so willing to help! You guys are amazing, thanks for helping me out with the name Blake and all. Just thank you both! (And thanks kodi for giving me the idea about the...well, you know =P)!

Please review and favorite, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah (you guys get it)

Rated T for language (no f-word) and maybe some suggestive themes.

I don't own anything from Balto, just my OC's. Now I will shut up and let you guys read, Enjoy!

I. Memory of a Wolf

"All men dream, but not equally. Those who dream by night in the dusty recesses of their minds wake in the day to find that it was vanity: but the dreamers of the day are dangerous men, for they may act their dream with open eyes, to make it possible."

This...I did...

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A gunshot rose from the distance, piercing the silence of this bright, cloudless day. Its sound echoing into the wintry breeze. The snow on the branches of the trees seemed to shake in fear of the gun, like they were living, breathing. The trees cascaded across this frozen land, awaiting the day they will awake from their long, frozen slumber.

I glanced over to my right and saw the burning truck I had just crawled out of. This is what I get for helping him, only to get stabbed in the back. The truck lay on its side, smoke curling into the sky like a tree searching for sunlight. Two people were hanging out of the windshield...er, well what used to be people. Their bodies had been disfigured and their guts splattered all over the inside of the vehicle.

I laid on my side, broken. All hope lost. Nothing could mend my forgotten spirit. All of them...gone. Dead, laying in the ground, their rotting flesh being consumed. The thought of them, all of my family, my friends, brought a sickening feeling in my gut. The knot that would never go away. It made its way to my throat but I had to forced it down.

My eyes stung from the tears that seemed to never come. My breathing was labored and seemed to take more effort than it was worth. Something got caught in my throat but I forced it down, now was notrhe time to get emotional. There was a light snow fall, every second sending snowflakes to my face. My brown, shearling coat was flecked with snow, as was my blue jeans. My hair was black and pushed up in the front, just as it always was. Everyone told me my eyes were blue like the ocean, but I havent checked in so long. I am ashamed of what I have become...who I've hurt.

I growled. An animals noise that no human could make. Even though I tried...I couldn't contain it. The sensation was like a drug, a drug that I wanted, hell, that I needed. A second gunshot, this one closer. A yelp of pain escaped a dogs mouth sending the very hairs on my back up.

Humans, those filthy things deserve to die. All of them. They treat dogs and animals in general like their second. They could care less what happened to us, they probably want us all to roast on the stake!

But I knew they would never catch us, for we...we are the smart ones. We can change the way the world looks at us. But the humans, ha! Just the thought of them roasting one of us is a hilarious joke shared by my kind.

It was kind of funny, actually. Here I was, bleeding out, all hope gone. But before this, I was so determined. So determined to save them. A great use to us...

A being of unimaginable potential!

What a bunch of bullshit. All of it! Those people and those wolves working together for the greater good. Idiots...they will fall, just like my family. Because they were corrupt. Twisted into thinking what the world wanted them to think. But even though they were insane...they were my parents...my brothers and sisters. And I let them down.

"I'm sorry...I'm so sorry," I whispered. Then the forest went black.

{{Memories}}

A small bar in California was bustling with activity. There were five tables, each filled with laughing men. There was a counter overlooking the bar tender getting drinks for the awaiting people. I counted eleven bar stools at the counter, but only seven were being used.

I was sitting at the edge alone, three seats seperating me from a man talking to the bar tender. I had on blue jeans that resembled the deep blue of the ocean. His brown shoes matched the color of the wood from the bars counter. I had on a gray, long sleeved shirt that was pushed up to just below my elbows. There were only three buttons at the collar of my shirt where anyone could see my white fanged necklace.

One beer was already was laying on its side next to me. I was two thirds done with my second when a man came walking towards me. I tried to think he was going for the man sitting three seats away from me, but he just walked past him.

The mystery man took a seat next to me and swiveled in his chair. I could feeel his breathe on my arm. "Blake Ryder. Never thought I would see you drinking beer," the man said.

I turned and was shocked by who I saw, "Niju?"

"I guess the saying should be 'A wolf never forgets.'" Niju replied with a smile. Niju was a buff man, with muscles as big as his fists. He had on blue jeans and a black t-shirt with black sunglasses hanging from his collar. His brown boots matched his brown coat when he was in wolf form.

I stood up and embraced him for a few seconds then took my seat back and offered him the one next to me. "So, you're drinking...beer?" he asked, lowering himself into the stool.

I laughed, "Well, there is only so much to drink here in the city. But, enough of that, what's been happening with you?"

"Oh, you know, got hired for this job and I can't seem to find what I'm looking for-"

"And you need my help to figure out whatever it is your stuck on," I finished.

"Just as I remembered you, right to the point."

"And I do owe you that favor for pulling me out of that gunfire," I recalled.

"Well that too. Okay, well my boss wants to find something in Alaska called the Moon Diamonds. They are said to be the brightest and most expensive diamonds in all of the US, hell, the world!" Niju threw his arms in the air. "But, there is a bit of a problem. The only way to get these diamonds is...well...we don't know. It is hidden somewhere and we don't know where. And we don't have time to be digging around all of Alaska looking for some two foot long crystals."

"Two foot long? Damn..." I said.

"Exactly. The only thing we know is a clue that pints to a mansion in Russia. There is said to be the key to the diamonds, but the problem is the place we need to get into has one of the strictest security in Russia! And the only people, well, wolves who can get in are," he pointed to himself and me.

"Gotta tell you, not liking the...whatever this is. I mean, do the people you work for want more from these diamonds? I mean, what kind of name is 'Moon Diamonds' anyways? If they say it's the brightest light, then shouldn't they be called Sun Diamonds or something?" I asked.

"Um, I don't know. They really don't tell me much and I don't really ask," Niju said rubbing the back of his neck.

I sighed, "How are we going to get to Russia?"

"Here is your plane ticket for tomorrow. Your flight leaves at eleven sharp, don't be late. I'll meet you when you land," Niju said slapping a ticket on the counter.

"How did you know-"

"You were gonna say yes? Call it a hunch."

With that he got up from the bar stool and walked toward the door. He turned around and he lifted his hand giving me a thumbs up. He smiled, then put on his sunglasses. He pushed the door open and walked out like he had some important business to take care of.

{{Memories}}

The plane ride wasn't to bad, I just am not that good at heights. The aircraft I was on was significant in size compared to some of the bush planes I had seen earlier. This one had two rows and ten seats on each row, but none of which were being used. The plane was all metal and had one engine on each wing. The inside was decent, considering it was bleak and depressing. The walls were the same silver steal color as the outside and the seats were a dark brown color.

There were only two other people on the plane, sitting behind me. Each looking at each other every few minutes. They were both muscular, not as muscular as Niju or anything but a little bit bigger than myself. Their faces showed a look of seriousness. Each wore matching jeans and brown coat, but the thing that really got me were their mustaches. It was like a small handle bar mustache, and each looked to be combed to perfection. Their eyes were different colors, one green and the other had brown eye.

After about eleven hours of doing nothing but sitting in a dusty old seat and looking out the window, a cold sensation ran down my spine. I started to get up to go to the bathroom when I felt cold cylinder being pushed up against my head. I turned and found myself staring into the barrel of a sleek, black, semiautomatic pistol. The barrel of the gun shrunk in size. The front of the pistol was about half the circumference of the back part of the barrel. One of the men, with brown eyes, was holding the pistol while Green Eyes had a sick smile on his face.

Green Eyes laughed, "Well, well, Mr. Ryder. You have eluded us for a long time. But there is no where to run and you are outnumbered two to one."

"Who are you guys?" I asked becoming nervous.

"You don't remember? Now I'm hurt, Blake," Brown Eyes said.

"So wolf, you really don't remember us, huh?" Green Eyes asked.

I nodded. "Let's have a little refresher than: 'No vision and you perish; No Ideal, and you're lost; Your heart never ever cherish Some faith at any cost. Some hope, some dream to cling to, Some rainbow in the sky, Some melody to sig to, Some service that is high.'"

My face went limp with shock, my limbs seemed to crumble beneath me. "No...God no..."

Green Eyes laughed, "So, you do remember us. You just needed a little refresher. Now that saying, wasn't that the last thing Nanook taught you? It was a good lesson, you probably wish you payed more attention to what he was saying before he took a bullet to the head. Your face was priceless! It looked like someone had shot you!" Green Eyes seemed to laugh even harder at that, "But then that white wolf came and gave us a bit of a run for our money. But we took care of her, wasn't easy, she took five of our men. Not a lot, but enough to keep us off your trail as you ran away. Only if we stayed a little longer, when you came back. Then we wouldn't be having this conversation. That's her tooth, ain't it?"

I was silent, the pain of what they were saying was more painful than any bullet could be. How did they find me? What were they going to do to me? What do they need from me? All the questions blocked my mind so I couldn't think clearly.

"Well, none of that matters now. All you need to know is that you will die knowing you couldn't avange your parents or her or her mate," Brown Eyes said. I saw his thumb pull back on the gun, sending a clicking sound shooting through my head. It's now or never... I thought to myself.

I threw my hand around the wrist of Brown Eyes and pushed upwards. Just in time to, he pulled the trigger sending a bullet through the metal of the plane. We both had a look of shock painted on out faces. He let two more bullets fly from the gun before he realized I was still standing. Brown Eyes brought his fist to my face with a jarring punch.

I fell back on the floor, sprawled out like a snow angel. My senses seemed to leave me for just a few seconds, but in those few seconds, Brown Eyes was leveling his gun at me again. The fog around my eyes seemed to clear and I found the strength to kick the gun out of Brown Eye's hand.

The gun slid to the front of the plane near the pilots quarters. I kicked Brown Eyes in the knee and then again in the face. Blood exploded out of his nose, staining the seat mext to him. Now it was his time to go sprawling on the floor. He was unconscious, his eyes rolling back in his head.

I heard another click. I turned around and saw Green Eyes holding a matching semi automatic pistol in his hands.

"You don't know how much I want to do this right now. But I'd rather see you fall to your death in a fiery plane crash," he said pulling out a backpack out from the seat next to him. I realized it was a parachute, "Have a nice flight, Blake."

He ran to the door on the lower left side of the plane and opened it the wind sending stray papers and leaves everywhere. I had to stop him, I knew if he got out of this plane all hope was lost.

I got up and ran towards Green Eyes, tackling him right before he was about to jump. He both went tumbling to the back of the plane where we laid next to each other.

Brown Eyes got his senses back before me and started to get up. I pushed my leg beside his and pulled back. He fell on his face with a loud thunk. I got up gathering my strength for the fight that was yet to begin.

He put his arm to the side and seemed to be latching onto something, I couldn't tell what it was. It looked like a circular handle that was built into the floor. Brown Eyes pulled his arm up and a small, rectangular doorway appeared on the floor.

He threw all his body weight into the doorway and he disappearenothing's he darkness. I stood there for a second before I realized he went into the storage area below the plane.

"Perfect..." I sighed. I lowered myself into the darkness in pursuit of the man that killed the people I loved.

{{Memories}}

It was a short fall but I landed on my two feet with a loud thud. The room was pitch black, I could barely see my hands before my face. I fumbled around on the wall next to me trying to feel for a light switch. I felt something hard and metallic in the shape of a handle, I pulled it and a pulsating red light illuminated the storage area. It wasn't much but it was enough, even as a wolf it was hard to fight in that darkness.

I looked around greeting a glimpse of my surroundings. There were four or five wood crates filled with God knows what. Some luggage was strewn about the floor, sliding every time the plane turned.

Cautiously, I walked over to one of the crates. They were big, maybe six foot give or take an inch or so. Easy for someone to hide behind. I looked around the crate but there was no one. I looked around the second. Nothing. The third and the fourth, still nothing. How is that possible? I asked myself.

I turned around when a metal bar came crashing into the side of my face. I flew down and laid there for a few moments. I started to sit up but was brought back down by a huge headache. I grabbed my aching face in pain and looked around me. That damn demon cocked around me, but how could I no have heard him?

My eyes could only see a fine mist. But then I saw something moving towards me. My eyes started to clear and then I noticed it was Green Eyes. He picked me up by my collar and threw me against the plane's wall.

I tried to bring my arm to his neck but he simply landed a quick blow to my face. He looked to his left and smiled. I followed his gaze and saw a red handle.

He wrapped his hand around the switch and pulled down. Sirens went off as light started to pour in. I tried to find where the light was coming from but it wasn't on the ceiling or the floors or the walls. But then I saw the place where the light originated from and my worst fears were realized. The back of the planes huge storage door was opening in front of me.

He was going to throw me out of the plane.

I started to struggle against his powerful grip. I kicked punched and bit but everything seemed to make him even angrier. Green Eyes walked towards the opening storage door, an evil grin spreading on his face.

I thought all was lost. But an idea popped into my head. If I could only get a clean shot...

I waited for Green Eyes's stride to get long enough so I could land my crushing blow. Finally, after what seemed like minutes, he got close enough to the opened door and his legs far enough apart. I launched my leg up in the air towards the desired location.

I made my mark and he crumbled to the ground in front of me, holding his crotch. I landed on the floor next to him gasping for air. I looked up, we were almost at the edge of the open air. I got on my hands and knees when I felt a great pain go through my gut. I flew to the side, as Brown Eyes kicked me. I lost my breath, tears subconsciously watering my eyes.

I was so close to the edge, I could hear the wind whipping past me like a train from one of the railroads. I heard Brown Eyes growl behind me, "That was a mistake, Ryder!"

He charged towards me, which I gracefully dodged. He was filled with rage that he couldn't reason much. He turned around and charged again. This time, he put his arm out so I landed in his grip again.

He put his two hand around my neck and squeezed. I gagged and flailed my arms around in the air to try and break his grip. I threw a powerful punch to his throat, hitting it dead center. He instinctively dropped me and I fell to the ground on my side. Before I could get back up the plane shook. My body fell back down onto the ground in front of Brown Eyes.

Smoke started to pour from the left wing and I could see the red and orange of flames. Brown Eyes rubbed his neck as he walked over to the edge of the storage door. "I feel bad this is where we have to end our little visit, you damnable beast," he said.

Green Eyes jumped off the plane, letting the wind take him. I watched him falling through the air, making small circles as he turned. If I went back up to the cockpit, it'd be suicide. The other wing could go or the plane could crash faster than I could have expected.

The only option was...

Son of a bitch... I thought to myself.

I rolled over the edge of the storage door and started to fall...without a parachute.

{{Memories}}

The wind slapped at my face like an angry ex-girlfriend. I spread out my arms and legs to steady the fall and slow my decent. I searched for Brown Eyes but he seemed to have disappeared in the sky. My eyes nervously darted back and forth searching for the murderer. Finally I saw him below me. He had been hidden by some clouds.

I pushed my arms and les together close to my body and shot down towards Brown Eyes. He was a five seconds away from being caught off guard by my attack. This is such a bad idea...

I finally made contact with my target. I wrapped my arms around his chest..he was my only life line. We were sent spinning out of control spiraling closer and closer to the awaiting ground.

I thought I heard him curse but I couldn't tell, the wind was too loud. I did, however, feel his arm move around in his coat pocket for something. I looked down and saw he had a switchblade already drawn and ready to strike.

Green Eyes slashed the knife at my gut but I let go just in the knick of time. There was no way I could get that parachute with that knife. I had no time to think so I came in again. He threw the knife to the side, which I was hoping for. I grabbed his arm and twisted his wrist so the knife point was facing his head.

With all my strength, I kicked him in the crotch and threw the knife deep into his skull. Blood flew in the air, following us like a dog to a bone. He went limp in my arms but there was no time to revel in my victory.

I struggled to undo the strap to the chute, falling hundreds of feet with a dead body as your only hope for survival isn't so good on the nerves. After what felt like minutes of fumbling around with the parachute, I finally got it off. I gabbed the knife out of his head and shoved it into my pocket.

I looked down and the Let out a relived breathe. I wasn't as close to Earth as I thought. But there was still no time. I threw the parachute over my shoulders and tucked my arms and dove. I was hoping to get just a little closer to the earth so I wouldn't be in the air too long.

I pulled the cord sending the fabric up in the air, stopping my fall. It was like a sweet relief. The ground seemed so close I could almost smell the aroma of the flowers. It seemed almost peaceful, up here in the clouds looking out into the world. The trees were so big, the towered over everything like kings over their subjects.

But that peacefulness ended when I saw my parachute come crashing before my face. Brown Eyes' lifeless body had collided with my chute and was pulling both of us to the ground.

"Shit!" I yelled as we went tumbling down towards the awaiting soil.