Disclaimer: I do not own PAW Patrol or any of its characters. I only own Blight.

Recording 5

Hey there.

Blight here.

So umm, good news and bad news. The good news is, as you can probably tell, I'm still alive.

The bad news...

*sighs*

It's been a little over a week since the last recording.

Long story short, Beatrix and I managed to escape the facility after the last recording.

Literally one week later, Beatrix got captured. Again.

I guess I should start from the beginning.

It was just another regular night. At least, as regular as it could be for us. Beatrix and I were just out hunting for food. Though I found that my body no longer needed nourishment for survival (i.e. I never get hungry), it's just fun to be able to hang out with Trix. Besides, never being hungry shouldn't be a deterrent from feeding for pleasure.

Anyways, it was just a normal hunt for us. Father had taught us the basics of hunting at a very young age, so we had no trouble providing for ourselves. Beatrix and I usually chat when searching for prey, usually about menial topics.

However, halfway through our hunt, I smelled something familiar, something I never wanted to smell again.

The stench of Blood Rend.

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"A mate?" Blight chuckled. "Are you serious?"

"Come on, Blight," Beatrix smiled. "Don't say that you've never thought about it before."

"Can't say I have," Blight said. "With all the crap going on in our lives, finding a mate is the furthest thing in my mind right now. Besides, where are you gonna find a mate anyways? We're pretty far from familiar grounds."

"Love will find a way," Beatrix smiled.

"Gods," Blight groaned. "Don't you start quoting the old movies Blood Rend put in our cell now."

Beatrix chuckled. "Come on, Blight. Humans make surprisingly good movies."

"Yeah, cuz wolves make a whole lot of movies, don't they now?" Blight rolled his eyes before letting out a sly smile. "Now, I wonder how your mate will look like? Ripped muscles? Or do you prefer someone leaner?"

"Please, Blight," now it's Beatrix's turn to roll her eyes. "There's more to just looks when picking a mate."

"Yeah, gotta have that big, big-"

"Blight!" Beatrix scolded with mock anger. "How dare you suggest such lewd things to a proper lady such as myself!"

Blight laughed.

"Anyways, to answer your question, I would want a mate that's always kind and caring. Someone who can joke and laugh with me. Someone that's always looking out for me." Beatrix smiled. "Someone...like you, probably."

"I'm a genetically modified wolf that can control automated turrets, Beatrix," Blight laughed. "If you can find someone like me, I'd give you a bloody prize."

Beatrix punched Blight's shoulder playfully. "Ass."

"It's true, though," Blight said. "You know-" Blight suddenly paused before looking around fearfully.

"What is it, Blight?" Beatrix asked her brother, concerned.

"I smell them," Blight growled.

"Blood Rend."

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Heavy footsteps echoed through the forests and shouts were heard over the howling wind of the forest.

Blight cursed under his breath when he saw the telltale symbol of Blood Rend on the humans' uniforms. Why couldn't they have just left them alone?!

"Maybe they're here for some other reason," Beatrix said hopefully. "I mean, we can't be that important to them, right?"

"Find the wolf!" one of the humans, Daniel, shouted. "Remember! We want the male one! Kill the female if it tries to stop you!"

"You aren't," Blight growled. "But I am."

"What now?" Beatrix asked concernedly.

"Let's just get out of here for now," Blight said. "We'll figure out how to deal with those guys later."

Blight turned around and started walking in the opposite direction before a loud SNAP was heard throughout the forest.

Blight cursed aloud, staring at the branch beneath his paw. "What are the bloody chances?"

"I hear something!" one of the grunts shouted. "From the bushes!"

"We all heard it, numbskull!" Daniel sneered. "Kyle, go check it out!"

The shorter grunt hesitated for a moment before walking slowly towards the bushes.

When he got close enough, a chunk of snow was thrown towards him, stunning the man.

"Run, Trix!" Blight shouted before taking off himself.

Both wolves sprinted in the opposite direction. Loud shouts were heard behind them and gunshots sounded from the faster shooters. Blight dared not turn back, dashing through the foliage with uncanny speed.

Suddenly, he heard a cry from his sister. Looking back, the wolf realized that he had run quite a distance away from both his pursuers and his sister, the latter of which had been shot and rendered unconscious from the tranquilizer dart.

All of Blight's instincts shouted for him to run. After all, Beatrix wasn't nearly as valuable as Blight to Blood Rend. Worst-case scenario, she'll be questioned about his location and sent to a cell. Nothing she hasn't experienced before, right?

But deep down, Blight knew the truth. He saw the 'failed' experiment subjects, he knew what Blood Rend did to beings that aren't useful to their organization.

However, before he had a chance to decide, Daniel walked towards Beatrix's unconscious body with a sinister smile on his face. "Boys! I think I got it!"

Blight stared at the scene for a moment, swallowed his pride, and fled.

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Long story short, they got her.

If you want the long version, they got her because I was a bloody coward.

I watched as they captured her, didn't even lift a paw to help her. My own sister, and I stood idly as the ones I have sworn as enemies caught her because I'm too much of a scaredy-cat to interfere.

Heck, the only reason they caught her was that they thought it was me!

So, since Trix and I used this thing to make recordings when we were in captive of Blood Rend in hopes of someone finding it and saving us, I figured that...

...oh, who the fuck am I kidding?

No one's gonna listen to this damned thing anyway. It's not like I can throw this thing into a freaking river and hope that it floats to someone.

If I want Trix to be saved, I guess I'll have to do it myself.

I broke out of Blood Rend's containment before, how hard can it be to break in, right?

Either way, I owe it to Trix to at least try.

So, uh, I know that I just said that no one's gonna listen to this, but...

Wish me luck, I guess.

*Recording End*

Watch me be late for two chapters in a row right after declaring weekly updates. I guess I should change my update schedule to: 2 chapters every 3 weeks (and only if I feel like it :p).

To anyone who read my last fanfic, you should know how the rescue would turn out. But it should be fun to finally be able to write about it in detail.