Hunter was screwed.

He had helped his great-aunt cruella in hopes of belonging somewhere.

He had done so much for just that purpose.

He had preferred to ask the fewest questions when his cruel great-aunt ordered him to track down a litter of Dalmatians through the streets of London.

He made it.

He found those cubs.

He had carried out the order that his great-aunt cruella entrusted to him.

I hope that made her happy.

But his great-aunt Cruela wanted more.

As Hunter gave him more, he devised a whole plan to corner the 99 Dalmatian puppies and push them all with an industrial vacuum cleaner into a container so that they would be sent to his great-aunt Cruella De Vil ...

... But the failure ... Confidence played a bad game when he had everything to win.

The puppies were ready to be exported illegally to Sweden, the chain that transported the container where 97 moaning puppies swarm, was activated with the simple fact that Hunter pressed a button.

The cubs escaped in the end, and Hunter had to spend 6 bloody months inside a damned container, the poor boy being treated like a dog during all that time.

It took all of his determination and sanity for Hunter not to call the proper authorities to rescue him from that hell of metallic solitude.

He did not call the authorities ...

Why would that endanger your great-aunt Cruela De Vil ...

He lived, breathed, and bled that hell of 6 hellish months inside the frozen and expressionless metal walls of that container ... Feeding on dog food ... Distracting himself with dog toys ... Cleaning and defecating like a dog ... He lived, He breathed, and he ate like a dog caged in that container.

"Is this my punishment?"That question, that simple and ordinary question was repeated over and over again inside Hunter's head.Was this container the punishment of the child who just wanted to earn the love and acceptance of his only family?

This was his bloody punishment !?, for being loyal enough not to even think about calling the authorities to release him, when his phone still had enough power to make a single call.

"Woff, woff, woff!"Those joyous barks from a human throat were forever the bitter and first of many indications that Hunter ... was losing the battle against insanity.

Those barks along with the crude imitation of a dog's locomotion were what greeted his deliverer when the container opened with one of his cruel aunt's loyal henchmen, waiting expectantly on the other side with a red net-throwing rifle.

As soon as he regained the notion of his neurotic dog episode, he snatched the rifle from the henchman's hands and set out to resume the endless task his aunt Cruella De Vil had imposed on him.

He was Hunter De Vil, "HUNTER IS BACK!"He needed to shout it, he needed to remember himself.He ordered himself to review what his great-aunt Cruella De Vil had drilled in his head;that the De Vil never give up.

He was Hunter, a De Vil.

And he failed again!... He failed his Great Aunt Cruella De Vil again.

This time it was only worse, since his task had become a time trial, and he had to improvise much of his plans, even going so far as to dress up as a bag of talking croquettes, hoping that would allow him to go from the entrance to that home that housed those 99 puppies that her great-aunt loved so much ...

Now that he thinks again, he ... he also hired a helicopter and ... he parachuted without any training, or past experience with it ...

... It was just the luck that a pool of water managed to cushion its fall at that time ...

... He may have died on his task at that time ...

He decided it was best for his already fragmented sanity to bury that near-death experience deep in his subconscious ...

... Maybe he failed that time, maybe his great-aunt sees him as an incompetent jester now.

But he did not give up.

The De Vil never give up !, and now assisting his great-aunt Cruela, it was safe to say that they could both handle anything.

It was like working right next to his childhood Hero, for Hunter.

It was safe, the doubts were thrown away, the two of them would make it, as a Family, as the duo of two De Vil that they were.

They did it.

They caught each one of them

From the smallest of the cubs, to the adult couple who accompanied their great-aunt Cruela De Vil, gagged in their car.

Hunter was happily sizzling from the helicopter that was tracking the car to his Great-Aunt Cruela De Vil.

He was happy in that helicopter while holding the smallest of Dalmata's 101 puppies.

This happiness, this feeling of accomplishment, were new and exciting for him.

Hunter wished they would never disappear, he wanted to continue to feel this way.

Then the helicopter descended calmly and controlledly to meet on the ground with his great-aunt Cruela De Vil, just like Hunter, who, after releasing his seat belt, jumped out of his seat with a spring in his steps and still holding the little cub in your hands.

He was happy to meet his great-aunt Cruela De Vil.

And ready, when presenting with his great-aunt Cruela De Vil, he was happy, soon these puppies would also be happy when their great-aunt made their soft spotted coats, her aunt would finally recognize him as another member of the De Vil family.

But ...

He heard something.

Something terribly wrong.

Something that entirely and absolutely sounded, was written, and was nothing less than evil.

"... Once we enter the water we will only throw the remains into the sea" he exclaimed with a Baritonian accent, while putting on more of that unpleasant perfume of his.

" ... Remains?"Hunter just had that question, thinking, pondering deeply and carefully how or why his cruel great-aunt was talking about dumping nothing less than what sounded like useless and useless trash into the sea.

Then the truth hit him, like a soccer ball kicked straight into the face, he quickly placed a hand on the head of the little puppy she was still holding, and turned in the direction of his great-aunt Cruela De Vil.

"... You-did you kill them !?"He asked, feeling his heart skip several beats from the fear produced when the joints in the neck section of his great-aunt Cruela De Vil thundered to denote that the woman had made a neck movement not according to her age.

And I hit him.

Not physically, but emotionally and psychologically, with logic said in such a mocking and macabre way that Hunter was only able to express a word, a statement to which any human being with just two grams of common sense would have the right to express, After realizing what his great-aunt Cruela De Vil was aiming to do to dozens of puppies.

" ... You are a monster!"The truth was told, the reality was put on a silver platter to be tasted by Hunter, with a dressing of regret and lack of purpose.

"Thank you." Cruela didn't mind. She gave the boy nothing less than a laugh as she instructed her minions to throw the boy in the same container where the dogs were.

Cruel shot a boy into a container full of dogs.

A boy who loved her.

A child who was loyal to him.

A child who was only looking for purpose, to be part of something, a family, to stop being a secondary character in the life he had to live.

A child that I hope and wish to be.But a main character, a gear with the purpose of working to move a larger and more complex machinery, along with his great-aunt Cruela De vil.

And now that creature, who was his only lifeguard in a sea of despair, has just thrown him to the dogs.

The request for help to his Pet, the hugging lord, a bald cat, of which Hunter could swear only mocked him when he extended his hand.

Hunter was back in the container.The same container where he spent 6 months being treated like a dog.

The only thing different is you see, was the presence of the dogs that were growling at him, as they cornered him in a corner against two metal walls that he knew very well.

It was at times like this that Hunter's fragile and weak mind split into three possible actions, three possible realities and timelines.

[The number one]

He steps back, apologizes, and appeals to the grief that the puppies may have when he explains why he did all of this.

[Number two]

He allows, he loses to sadness, He surrenders to whatever the cubs want to do with him, he no longer cares, he no longer has anyone, his purpose only guided him to where he is now, he no longer has sense to keep trying.

[Number three]

The option that every human has, the option born of the need that each one as an individual can guide or be guided based on their actions,

HE CAN BREAK!

Fury, despair, self-contempt, lack of purpose, resignation, fragmented and non-existent pride, low self-esteem, total loneliness, absolute despair, sad sweeper, that and more was what the little Hunter boy felt right now, as he watches the puppies approach. threateningly towards him.

Hunter ... didn't scream, or cry ...

The noise his throat made could only be compared to a series of painful, unhealthy grunts for his throat, as his now bloodshot eyes with red veins flit erratically unnaturally while in his mouth he could only taste a curious taste of copper with your numb tongue.

The growling of the dogs stopped, now the warning of the loving matriarch of 99 cubs was taking hold, a warning that any dog had to follow to the letter in Camden from a young age;

NEVER BITE A HUMAN CHILD!

All dogs in camden agreed with that rule.

Human children were extremely dangerous, especially to any dog that did not have a human.

Reason why Hunter De Vil was so dangerous to 101 Dalmatian Street, mainly derived from the fact that he was nothing less than a human child.

Although the main reason for this stems from the fact that anyone who bites a human child will almost certainly have a direct appointment to the sacrificial room in the kennel if they are discovered ... Delilah or Doug never told them in such a way. .. direct and without any type of censorship to their puppies, of course, not wanting to scare or limit them in an unhealthy way, they opted that the best option would be only to educate them so as not to seriously bite anyone at all, always standing out in being extremely careful with human children above all others.

But now, as a result of that, the cubs are coming to their own conclusions as to why their parents told them not to disturb human cubs.

Deepack was the first to step back and cover his eyes, something deep inside his instincts told him ... That what was about to happen with Hunter ... It was not something nice to see or hear.

And he was right, what was about to happen to Hunter ... was not something that anyone with a sane mind was easy to see or hear.

The other cubs soon backed away from Hunter, forgetting their animosity towards the boy, all with a different idea of what Hunter was about to do when he stopped shaking ... And He'll stop hitting his head with his fists clenched, like he's trying to silence something in his head that wouldn't leave him alone.

It's a stark sight that Hunter was gifting the puppies who were not wise enough to look away, watching as nothing less than a child self-inflict pain.

Da Vinci, being one of the most sensitive of her brothers, could not look away, it was almost hypnotic for her to see someone unfold this level of reality so crude in the world.

Dawkins hugged the positronic princess with his life, moaning so that his instincts stopped, and stopped him from screaming that something very bad, terribly bad was about to happen.

The Dimitris on the other hand, chose only to snuggle against each other imitating many of their brothers and sisters who were getting as far away from Hunter as possible.

Disel was trying to flee by scratching the metal walls of the container with his front legs, no less than a futile attempt to scratch his flight from what was about to happen.

Suddenly Hunter stopped his show, under his arms, and stoically without emotion.

He advanced.

His eyes didn't even recognize the dozens of cubs as he would have passed through them, to Hunter, it was as if he was just back in this container, stomping, stumbling, and kicking some scared cubs.

He was just back in the dumpster, these dogs could very well have been a pile of shit for Hunter these days, opting not to step on them a few times just to avoid discomfort while he had passed one of the many metal panels on one of the walls. of the container.

He kicked it, hard, denting it in the process, and then leaned down to grab it and pull it off the wall, revealing a group of cables and metal levers on the other side.

Dawkins looked up from his positronic princess as soon as the characteristic noise of short circuiting wires made their way to his hearing.

He watched as Hunter wrestled a bunch of different colored wires out of place to break them, then pushed them aside as he shoved his arm into the now wireless hole, and wrestled again, only this time your face was dyed with a little blush from the effort.

Hunter's mind was racing at a hundred miles per second, he ignored it all focusing only on removing one of the kibble dispensers from the wall of the container, when he pulled it out he just knelt on the ground and opened the front panel of the container to verify that the battery is in good condition.

After completing his checks, he started playing with some switches inside the kibble dispenser that regulated the air pressure, in relation to the expulsion of the kibbles.

Dawkins noted that the device Hunter was playing with worked very similar to the kibble dispenser in his home, which ejected them with air pressure out through a hose.

The only difference from the one they have at home, and the one Hunter is currently working with, is that it seems much more advanced.

The cubs watched in concern, as whatever Hunter was doing to the device at their feet began to tremble, as if it was about to explode.

This stopped when Hunter just rolled one of the levers on the right side of the kibble dispenser, and nodded in agreement with whatever he was doing.

Hunter now needed to mount this hulk on his back, he briefly considered the possibility of using the cables as makeshift straps, but quickly dismissed that option, thinking it would take too long, time he didn't have.

Deepack looked up from the ground, and found himself snout-to-face with Hunter, who was staring at him in a permanent state of stoicism.

Deepack almost passed out, but he was wrong, Hunter was not seeing him, he was seeing his necklace, not only his, that of all the puppies.

Only the necklaces, never acknowledging the existence of the creatures that carried them, since in his mind ... he was still ... just as when he had to spend those 6 tortuous months inside this same container.

Snatching their collars from many of the cubs, some of the collars would only be thrown at them in the hope that they would not come any closer.

The boy only took a small handful of the necklaces, and in less than 10 minutes, Hunter could be seen with a metal backpack that had a makeshift hose with an air conditioning tube that was previously connected to the thermostat.

He was ready, now all we had to do was wait for the container doors to open.

"... Mister funny face?"Dee dee ventured, being followed with a little reluctance by Dizzy.

"..." Only a monotonous silence, devoid of any kind of expression greeted Dizzy's attempts to get Hunter's attention.

The result of Dizzy's attempt to get Hunter's attention was obvious, since Hunter's current mental stability only allowed him to focus on one and the only thing at a time, the opening of the container.

He was waiting.

"... We're not mad at you anymore" Dee dee, she just said that to Hunter.

"..." Receiving the same response as her sister, silence.

"... You can stop crying now" Dizzy and Dee dee, were the first to notice that during all this monotonous phase of Hunter, his eyes had never stopped releasing water, tears not recognized by his own creator stained the floor where Hunter walked with the grace of a faceless doll.

The door opened!

PFFT !, PFFT !, PFFT!

Hunter's body reacted.

And now, accordingly, there were two huge bodies writhing in pain on the other side of the door.

The hose connecting to the kibble dispenser on Hunter's back was smoking.

Hunter quickly rushed to one of the bodies lying on the ground, and stripped him of a tazer pistol that he kept in his back pocket.

He pulled it out, and I don't hesitate for a moment to use it against the giant sacks of meat writhing on the ground with bleeding faces, full of dog food bowls buried in the flesh of their faces and necks.

* TZZ * * TZZ * * TZZ *

Electricity traveled through the huge bodies of his great-aunt Cruela De Vil's henchmen, turning them into a mess of numb limbs on the ground, now unconscious.

He totally ignored the fox, the squirrel and the rat that swallowed, when he passed them, walking without any noticeable emotion on his face in the direction where the victorious, sick, and maniacal laughter of his great-aunt Cruela De Vil resounded.

He kept moving forward, almost letting his body drift only out of sheer inertia in the direction of his great-aunt Cruela De Vil.

Cruela De Vil, she was having the best moment of her very long life, she had achieved it.

And now it was her long-awaited and coveted moment to gloat over her well-deserved victory against the adult Dalmatian duo that she chose to chain him to the wall.

She wanted these two stupid animals to look like her, Cruela De Vil!She turned her puppies' soft and fluffy fur into a wonderful sweater.

She had been waiting for this moment for too long.

She had invested and sacrificed too much money, sweat and blood just to be her, no one but her Cruela De Vil!the one that with his own hands could banish the fur from the fur of these dogs, one by one to receive his much coveted reward.

She watched with cruel satisfaction as both adult Dalmatians fought against their restraints and muzzles.

This was what she wanted to see on the faces of these dogs.

Despair to the inevitable.

She was inevitable!

Inevitable !, for her it also turned out to be the tazer pistol that was pointed in the direction of her back, operated by the hands that without any tremor or doubt, belonged to Hunter De Vil.

Hunter only watched with cold apathy as his great-aunt Cruela De Vil writhed on the metal floor from the electricity flowing through the tazer gun to her body.

He did not stop pressing the trigger of the Tazer pistol, did not stop pressing until his great-aunt's black and white wig Cruela De Vil began to smoke.

Delilah and Doug only watched in terror and surprise as the boy slipped behind the devilishly evil woman's back, with eyes that no firefighter or doctor ever wanted to see, but would often be forced to see direct.

Broken eyes, watery eyes, bleeding mouth, welts on the face section, Hunter ... he was a broken child.

And that broken child ... just ended someone's life.

Now ... Now it would only be a downhill path that waited for the boy known as Hunter to walk completely alone.

The path of the Broken, of the fragmented, of the trauma, the path of life that was in store for Hunter from now on would not be pretty.

He just crossed a line ...

... The line to start being a real De Vil!

(To be continue ...?)