"Devan." Colin said, looking down at his loyal dog. She was far more intelligent than most dogs, and he felt like she was his bestest friend in the world. Now, on his seventeenth birthday, she was talking to him.
Colin. Her mental voice reached out and imprinted itself upon his mind, making her heard. Had it only been days ago, this mental force would have only been an echo of understanding, mostly emotions, to express an idea in a way similar to that of pictographs. Now, she was actually using the very skill he had tried to teach her, although it had mostly been for fun on his part.
It was a fall afternoon, and the two were walking home from the library. Red leaves danced in the trees, and Devan pranced among them happily, from place to place. He didn't bother leashing her any more; she was the kind of dog that knew not to leave your side. It seemed inhuman when she could speak, anyway.
I must go soon. As what I am. She said sadly.
"Devan. You know I'd come with you if I could. I don't get what this whole 'being special' business is, but it doesn't change that you are my dog." Colin argued.
And you are my human, Devan replied, cracking a smile. Her smiles were something done with her eyes, and it glowed brighter than any toothy smile Colin had ever known.
"I don't care what you say, I'm coming with you." Colin continued. Devan frowned.
Is it just me, or are those people...?
"Devan, we don't have time for games," Colin sighed, unaware that she had in fact been speaking truthfully. He felt a shadow linger and instinctively ran froward.
Devan ran with him, going into a dash, though the bewildered shadows were not deterred for long. They ran, too, and began catching up.
"Devan, I can't run forever, and neither can you," Colin said, panicking. "What do we do?"
The only thing I know I can, Devan replied, and her fur began to glow. Glancing back, they saw that these people were obviously malicious. It was clear that his father had finally caught up with him, after being locked up for what he did. Devan shot Colin one of those winning smiles of hers, though this one was crooked and sad. Sorry, Colin.
And the world fell away.