I do not own Blue's Clues.
The sound of thunder filled the crisp, autumn air, as Blue awakened with a jolt. She was having the most beautiful dream. She dreamed of a home. A home with loving parents, and the ability to live freely, something she was so deprived of. It was all fun and games in front of the camera, but, once the lights went out, it was hellish at Steve's house. Oh yes, Blue had tried, many times to flee for her life, but was just dragged back to the hell hole called Steve's house. Those damned wanted posters. "I miss my loving dog, Blue. Please bring her home. Reward. I love her, and cannot live without her." Love her my ass.
Blue looked up at the flight of stairs. She heard someone walking. She put her head down in her paws, hoping that it was just Steve getting a drink of water, and he was not going to come downstairs.
"Fat chance." Said a voice in her head. She could of cried as she heard the door squeak open. She had to hide. As she looked up from her basement prison, she could see the bright light swimming in, illuminating the stairs. At the top of them, was the disgusting black outline of her owner, Steve.
She got up on her paws and made a run for it. She hid behind the water boiler. She knew it was a poor hiding spot, and she would pay for it, but, she had to hide. There was a small drop of hope inside of her. She stopped paying attention to Steve walking down the stairs calling "Blue, honey, come here. I have a treat for you!" She knew it was a lie. He only treats her good in front of the camera. She was currently lost in her thoughts, stooping low in the shadowy cover of the hot water heater. She was trying to imagine a plan to get out. The basement door was locked from the outside, but, if she made a run for it now, while he was at the other side of the basement.. Yes, it was risky, but it could work.
She looked over and saw Steve crawling on the ground, looking for her under the stairs. "Just a little farther" She thought. If he moved about a foot more, she could run up the stairs, and he wouldn't have time to catch her. She could lock him in the basement and make a run for it.
She got up on for legs the moment Steve moved further into the shadows of the dimly lit basement, where she used to hide when she was younger. She ran as fast as her four legs could carry her, to the stairs. She knew he had heard her, but she kept running. Was she really going to make it? The light of the corridor was so close, she could feel it on her face. Her eyes where adjusting fast to the light. Steve was running up the stairs behind her, his hand inches from her tail. She lunged the last few steps, and felt the cold tiling of the kitchen under her feet. She slammed the door, using her hind legs, and heard a satisfying thump, as Steve hit it unexpectingly, and tumbled down the stairs. She quickly jumped up on her hind legs and pressed in the lock with her front right paw. She could hear Steve's angry yells from behind the door, as she kept running. She was running threw the kitchen, and saw Salt and Pepper. They where cheering her on. She kept running, but had to make a dead stop right at the back door. Shovel and Pail where there, right behind the door. Blue had heard stories about them from Salt and Pepper, her only true friends in this world. They where the equivalent of gangsters. They where extremely close to Steve, and ratted on the other house members every chance they got. They disgusted Blue.
Salt and Pepper once had a child before Paprika. His name was Curry. Curry was way before Blue's time. She was around the time that Blue's mother belonged to Steve. It was a tragically sad story. Salt and Pepper where some of the nicest people you would ever meet. Steve stole them from a family diner long ago, and just basically keeps them as a trophy of his first misdeed. Curry had witnessed Shovel and Pal trashing Steve's thinking chair, dumping dirt on it, to blame it on Blue's mother. Curry told Steve that it was Shovel and Pal, not Blue's mother. Shovel and Pail where surly not happy. Shovel buried him alive in the night, ripping him right out of Salt's arms.
It appeared that Shovel and Pail had known Blue was going to try to escape tonight, and had barricaded the door. Above being locked, there was dirt packed tight along the edges, stopping the door from opening. Blue could of unlocked the door, and then slowly opened it while kicking away the dirt, but that would take a long time. Even if she somewhat got the time to do it, Shovel and Pail would not let her pass.
"What're 'ew suppose 'ew are going to do now, 'ew stupid dog?", Shovel said, while spitting out a mouthful of chewing tobacco. He smiled, showing disgusting blobs of black spit and tobacco surrounding his dark yellow teeth. He had a deep, rusty voice. Pail laughed. He hardly ever spoke. Blue never remembered ever hearing his voice. He silently followed along with anything Shovel wanted done.
Blue could hear Steve breaking down the door, a room behind her. She could of cried. Shovel immediately started yelling about her being at the backdoor. It was all over.
His foot steps left echo in the large house, seemingly to Blue, louder than the thunder.
"Well well well now, wha'da we have hear?" Steve said, smiling his large, blinding white smile.
Blue felt a surge of pain, as Steve gave her an extremely hard kick to the chest. Blue hit the glass backdoor. It broke on contact. She was starting to black out, cuts all over her body from going threw the glass. She remembered Steve yelling about her breaking it, and dragging her by the ears to his bedroom. He was hitting her on the wall while going through every corner. Blue wished she was dead. She was almost knocked out when Steve flung her across the room. She felt like she cracked her skull, when she made contact with the wall. He kicked her back into a corner, filling her cuts with the dark mud still moist, caked onto his boots. It burned like crazy. She didn't want the cuts to get infected. It would just mean more memories of this terrible night. With every kick, her frail body felt worse. Steve gave one last satisfying kick, and picked her up by her ears again. He flung her onto his bed, and she passed out when her head made contact with the foot board. Her last memories where of Steve unbuttoning his shirt, with a disgusting smile spread across his face.