WARNING: Mentions of rape! Nothing graphic, promise!

I wasn't going to bother with this account anymore, but I was re-reading this story and decided to continue the revamp for it. So here ya go, next chapter

RockyVRWolf

The next few weeks went by slowly. Robin was getting better at not being late for training. After a while he actually started arriving early, which was pretty good. I hadn't been able to fight him yet, but dad didn't think he was ready for that yet. It was now four in the afternoon. Tilting my head sideways and down, I scratched my ear with my back paw, my eyes closed. When I put it back down and looked up, I saw Robin flying into the pool backwards. A large splash rose up when he fell through the surface. After a few seconds he came back up, coughing and spluttering.

"I-It's freezing!" Robin shouted.

I shook my head, standing up and walking towards the edge of the pool. The water wasn't that cold.

"Don't be a baby," I said, sitting down. Robin was shivering. "Going to come out now?"

Coughing, Robin tried swimming back to the edge. It took him a while. Grabbing the edge with his hands a few seconds later, he forced himself up, splashing water onto the floor. I closed my right eye as water hit me in the face. Robin's teeth were chattering, fast and loud.

"C-Cold…"

"Well, what do you want me to do about it?" I asked. "I would rather avoid getting wet."

"W-Well y-you're…h-helpful…" Slade appeared beside me. "C-Can I have a t-towel, p-please?"

"Sir," I added with a small smile.

"Y-Yeah, th-th-that…" Robin stuttered.

"Yes, I suppose so," Slade said. "Stay here."

Dad left. Robin sat down, wrapping his wet arms around himself. I scratched my neck again.

"Y-You do that a-a lot," Robin said. "F-Fleas?"

I shook my head after the itch was gone.

"Nah, usually does it when something big is going to happen," I said. "Usually it's bad."

"W-Wonderful." Dad soon returned with a large, black towel. He threw it on Robin's head. "Th-Thank you, s-sir."

Slade reached into his belt and pulled out a rubber, red ring from his belt. My tail instantly wagged at seeing it. Robin was frantically drying his hair. Getting up, I looked at Slade eagerly. Like a Frisbee, he chucked the ring. Spinning around, I chased after it, knocking Robin over as I passed. Ignoring the crash behind me, I jumped into the air and caught the ring. I fell back down and skid around on my paws when I landed. I then ran back, ignoring Robin's glare at me. After taking the ring from my mouth, dad threw it and I chased after it again. For the next ten minutes I played fetch, Robin watching in fascination after a while. I never missed a single throw.

As I started coming back, Robin said, "You're really good at that."

I stopped in front of Slade and Robin, dropping the toy.

"Two years of practice," I said. "It's fun, you should try it sometime."

Robin frowned.

"Yeah right." I quickly headbutted him in the side. "Whoa!" I laughed when Robin fell back into the pool, getting wet all over again. He resurfaced. "R-Rocky!" I stuck my tongue out playfully at him before picking up the ring and trotting away. "C-Can I get b-back at him, please?"

Looking over my shoulder as I headed upstairs, I saw dad grab Robin's hand and help him out of the pool.

"Tomorrow, maybe."

Grinning, I turned my head back around and headed up the stairs. I needed some fresh air, so I headed for the front door of the underground hideout. The sun beams came through the thicket of pine trees. I was a big fan of the summer months. In the forest, it wasn't too hot like it was in the city. It was more muggy but I liked it that way. Setting the toy down by the door, I stretched and yawned before going to the tree stump and jumping onto it. A beam of sunlight was almost always on it, which provided a wonderful napping spot. Birds chirped around me in the trees. I watched a squirrel scamper up a tree and a hawk let out a cry as it flew out of its nest. Closing my eyes, I lifted my muzzle and allowed the beams to warm my body. The wind blowing through my fur felt wonderful too.

Soon I felt like the world I was born in was left behind and only I and the sun existed. This always seemed to happen. Then, any second, a black wolf would appear and stand directly in front of me, like a mirror image of myself. Opening my eyes, I saw her. She stared intently at me with her forest green eyes. Every time she appeared, my ears drooped and I felt sad. I wasn't sure why this happened. I didn't recognize her. Not once had I seen another wolf, but she always made me feel this way. I could never understand it. Next came the head tilt backwards. Closing her eyes, the black wolf started to howl, sending a chill down my spine. Every time she did this, I would stand up and howl with her.

"AWROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"

And then I would come back to the land of the living, staring up at the sun as it came through the trees and the wolf gone. I really wished I could understand all of this and why it was happening to me. It was just really annoying, not knowing. What did it all mean?

My ears perked up. Looking over my shoulder, I saw what was making the strange humming sound. A white ball was floating in the air by my head. Standing on my stump, I turned and sniffed it. I blinked in confusion. The scent was very strong and it was nothing I had ever smelled before. It was almost…mesmerizing.

"Master Rocky?" Jerking my head around, I saw Wintergreen looking at me. "What is that?"

I looked back at the strange ball.

"I don't know," I said. "It just appeared next to me." Wintergreen stepped up beside me and reached cautiously for it. "Don't touch it," I warned. "I don't think it's safe."

Wintergreen lowered his hand.

"I think Master Slade will want to see this," he said.

"Eh, I don't think-"

The front door opened.

"I've been calling you for five minutes."

Wintergreen and I turned to dad, who closed the door.

"Master Slade, come look at this," Wintergreen said.

Why couldn't they just leave it alone? I found it and I didn't think it was important. Dad stopped in front of the ball. Wintergreen and I watched as he examined it with just his eye. He then lifted his hand and gently touched it. The ball suddenly bolted forward, knocking into a tree. My eyes widened in surprise. What in the world was it? I suddenly smelled blood. I turned to Slade. His pointer finger was bleeding, part of the glove gone. My ears fell back.

"Well, we can safely say it can't be touched," dad said, gingerly touching his finger. "It was just a scratch." I slowly looked back at the tree. A hole had been made from the impact of the ball. Were there more like it somewhere? Where had it even come from? Out of thin air? And why did it appear after the black wolf did? I was so confused. "We will worry about it later. Come inside."

I watched as Slade walked away. Wintergreen soon followed. Checking to make sure there weren't anymore of the strange balls, I jumped off the stump, grabbed the toy, and walked in after my family, tons of questions forming in my head.

A week passed since the strange ball appeared. It hadn't returned, much to my relief. A part of me believed it came after seeing the black wolf. I didn't mention any of it to Robin. He was very busy anyway, what with training and dad discussing his first assignment outside the hideout in a few nights. The item in question was called a thermal blaster. It fired a red beam that could destroy even the strongest of material. It was very dangerous, that was for sure. Dad could destroy bridges, buildings, dams, anything he wanted to get rid of. It was very unstable.

I was currently upstairs with Wintergreen when dad entered. My heart seemed to ache as I sensed his ashamed feeling, which was strange because I've never felt him this way. He was never ashamed of anything.

"Is something wrong sir?" Wintergreen asked.

"Come with me," Slade said to him. I stood up, my ears back. It felt like something had gone horribly wrong. "Rocky, you stay here."

"But dad-"

"Stay," he barked.

"What is wrong Master Wilson?" Wintergreen asked.

"Not in front of my son," dad said angrily.

They left the room, Wintergreen arguing with dad. I wanted to follow them, to see why dad seemed so freaked out, but I held myself back. I never disobeyed his orders before and I wasn't going to start now. But what did dad have to tell Wintergreen that he couldn't tell me? I could only guess that it was because it was really bad, but what could be worse than someone getting hurt?

Maybe someone you know is hurt. By the way, where's Robin?

Could that be it? Was Robin hurt? But that seemed strange to not tell me about it. It wasn't like I hadn't gotten hurt before. I just didn't understand. So I sat down and waited for one of them to come back and explain what was going on. I just didn't expect to see Wintergreen enter the living room with a suitcase in his hand. Dad entered soon after, his eye narrowed. I now sensed his anger.

"William, don't do this to me," he said. "I can't-"

I stepped back at seeing Wintergreen's face when he turned on dad.

"You should have thought of that before you hurt that boy, Slade," he said angrily. "I have stood by and watched you ruin his life, but no more. I will not be a part of this anymore."

"But Wintergreen-"

"Good-bye, Mr. Wilson."

Turning on his heel, Wintergreen stormed to the door, pulled it open, and slammed it shut behind him. Dad stared at it for a long time in silence, expecting him to come back. But the door remained closed. My ears fell down all the way, a small whine escaping my throat. Dad slowly hung his head. I stepped up beside him and looked up.

"Is Wintergreen coming back?" I asked.

Slade stared at the door a few seconds longer before turning around and walking away. I turned sideways to stare after him, more confused then ever now. Why wasn't anyone telling me anything? But Robin was hurt and I was determined to figure out why. I quickly went to his room, but he wasn't there. I checked the hospital wing, the training room, and even Wintergreen's room, but he wasn't there. Going to the control room, I was going to look at the cameras that were in every room, but dad was already there, sitting slouched in the chair. He had his head in his hand as he stared at a screen that showed his room. Lying in his bed was Robin, tossing and turning under the heavy blanket. Sitting next to the chair, I looked at the screen, my ears folded back. Dad's hand landed on top of my head suddenly. He moved it gently over my head, petting me. I looked up at him.

"Robin is sick," he said. "He has been in the dark for too long. Without the sun on him these last two weeks, he has been slowly losing his strength and today was too much for his immune system. He has a high fever and is half-conscious." I looked back at the screen. Robin was breathing heavy and hard, sweat all over his face. "I knocked him down and ordered him to get up. When he didn't, my anger got the best of me. I didn't realize what I was doing until it was too late." I slowly looked over at dad when he said, "I raped Robin."

My heart and mind froze. I stared at dad with wide, shocked eyes. Quickly getting up, I stepped away from him, getting low to the floor.

"Wh-What?!" Slade looked at me, his eye full of shame. "If this is a joke, it isn't funny! Y-You wouldn't…you couldn't have-! You-! That's why Wintergreen left wasn't it?! He left because of you!"

"Rocky, calm down."

I growled at him.

"No! How could you do this?! How could you drive him away?! Dammit dad, you hurt Robin!"

Slade stood up.

"It was a stupid mistake-"

I stepped away from him, making him stop.

"You don't make mistakes dad!" I yelled.

"That's not true."

"Yes it is! You did it on purpose! Why?! Why would you do that?! With you there are no mistakes or accidents! Don't lie to me!"

Slade suddenly punched the machine beside him with the bottom of his fist.

"I'm not lying!" he said angrily. "This is why I told you emotions make you mess things up. Anger makes people do stupid things Rocky. I can't take back what I did to him, but I am not lying. I've made mistakes in the past and I'll make mistakes in the future. Don't ever call me something I'm not! Do you understand me?"

I growled lowly at him, not wanting to believe him.

"No, dad, I don't understand," I said, hurt. "Stop lying."

Dad sighed.

"I swear I'm not," he said quietly. "You have to believe me. Please."

I was shocked. Dad never said 'please', about anything. He wasn't one to beg, but he had said it. I looked at the floor, my eyes narrowing in sadness.

"Do families usually hurt their families?" I asked softly.

There was a pause. I then heard dad sit down and then sigh.

"No, Rocky. Never on purpose anyway," he said.

We were quiet for a long time. I sat down, wrapping my tail around my waist.

"Is Wintergreen going to come back?" I asked sadly.

There was a pause.

"No."

I closed my eyes and whined. First my real father, then my mother, and now Wintergreen. None of them could or would come back to me. I now understood why dad made Robin stay here. He didn't want me to be lonely. All he wanted was a family. But now…it looked like we could never have one. Everyone so far had abandoned me and I worried that dad would be next.

Please don't leave me…because I'll die if you do.

Two chapter updates today (night). 2nd coming right up