Police Brutality
Berlin, 1924
The car ride was unbearable. Locked in a metal box on wheels with two humans destroyed my sanity… and the sedative did too. I wanted to dig my teeth into the fleshy creatures, but I was just… chill…
I shake my head, refusing to go to sleep. I was a rebel! I am a rebel! I am… so… tired…
"Hey, go to sleep Alex. It'll be another… uh-oh."
The first officer looks back and sighs heavily. "Shit, he stepped on a sedative. Just keep driving while I get him relaxed. The poor devil will need the rest."
I see the officer reach towards me… and I bite down as hard as I can. The officer laughs since that sedative made it so I pretty much put my mouth on his hand… and fell asleep. The difference between sleeping willingly and a sedative is that I felt awful. I wanted to die… but I felt amazing at the same time. Comprehension for human technology is at an all-time low for me.
I don't remember the drive. The only thing I do remember is the dreams.
I watch my opponent as they circle me, biding their time, relishing in the moment when they would strike.
I smile… till I feel something prick me paw. I lift my leg and fear unleashes its wrath on my mind. I stepped on a sedative… I could do nothing as sleep took me over.
The dog lunges and I can feel death coming closer as my enemy rips out my throat.
"Hey! Alex! Wake up!"
My eyes dart open and I see the human who picked me up standing in front of me. I growl… being that growling is something I do, and he rubs my head, to my dismay. "Oh Alex, you're such a laugh. Now get up. We're going to be training today."
I push myself to my feet, but I make sure to walk next to the human. I refuse to follow another human. All humans are evil and want nothing but to slaughter the creatures equal to or below them.
As we walk, I spot another hybrid, one that looks just like me. We see each other and he trots over to me and frowns.
"Who are you," he asks, a much deeper voice than mine.
"I am Alex, and you are?"
"That's none of your business."
I suddenly lunge and pin him to the ground. We are practically the same size, but I knew how to pin a dog quicker than anyone else could do.
"I asked you your name. Now tell me before I start tearing."
"You don't scare me dog," says the moron, "but I am impressed that you flipped me. The name is Volk."
I roll my eyes and climb off of him. I don't get the patriotic names. Just name the bastard and be done with it. Stop naming them after something that doesn't fucking make sense. Might as well name the dog Freiheit.
Volk stands up and chuckles before poking me with his paw. "You are a cool dog, you know that? We should hang out more."
I smile at him, never having a friend before. "Thanks, you are too. And when do you want to hang out?"
"Well… the Submission test is about to start, but other than that, right now."
The submission test is basically a way to force a dog and show them that humans are in power and dogs are secondary. Submit to them or die in power.
Volk and I watch as one of the officers is beating the shit out of some German shepherd. The once beautiful coat is now covered in specks of dried blood and spittle. Blood sprays onto the ground every time the dog exhales through its nose. But the game is over. As the officer approaches, the dog lies down on its stomach, giving up the reign for power.
The thing gets a pat on the head and two bowls, one filled with water and the other with food. So giving up has its rewards apparently.
And then it was my turn. The first officer leads me to the dog beater and says, "Don't kill him. Just try to break him out of his ways. Please."
The beater smiles and nods his head. "Don't worry, I prefer not to kill the dogs. But if he refuses to submit, I have to keep going. So pray for him Frederick."
And that is when the test began.
The beater looks at me and shouts, "Lie down!"
What does that even mean? I cock my head and the beater sighs heavily. He probably thought I would resist, but I can't resist if I don't know what he wants, right?
"Um… Sit!"
I cock my head to the right and three of the officers start to laugh. My ears flatten as they laugh, a whine escaping my maw. I didn't like it when humans laughed at me.
The beater, seeing me react like that to the laughing, shouts, "Stop laughing at him! I can train an angry dog, but I can't train a sad dog! So shut the fuck up!"
He then turns his attention back to me, my ears perking up and the whining has officially stopped, and he says, "Come here!"
This command I know… and when humans say it, they want to beat you. I back away from him, growling.
The officers who laughed before had their focus on me. That is what they wanted to see, me resisting.
The beater starts to approach me, anger in his face. "I said come here!"
I back up even more, my mind clouded with fear. I didn't want to be beat for no reason.
He suddenly becomes enraged and throws the beating stick right at me. I duck, but it hits me, right above my right eye. I can feel blood flowing above my eye so I close it, not wanting blood in my eye.
The stick smacks the wall and rolls towards me. It stops when it hits my right leg… and I yelp in pain.
The beater frowns at me and, looking back to the officers, he says, "Grab him, but be careful. I want to investigate something."
The three officers jump down and walk towards me, approaching me like three demons preying on a poor, weak Christian man. I growl at them, not wanting them to get closer.
"Whoa, it's okay boy, we're not going to hurt you."
As he steps closer, I lunge. I hear the breath escape his lungs as twenty pounds of force smash into him, knocking him onto the ground. He is holding my head as my jaws are trying to reach his throat.
The other two officers grab me and pull me off, holding me onto the ground. They take out batons and one slams into my ribcage, causing me to yelp.
"Stop! Leave him alone," screams the beater. The officers ignore him and one stands up and kicks me, making my body slide across the ground. They were tired of me so they took it upon themselves to make me submit.
As one of the officers is about to bring his baton down on my jaw, I lunge, biting into the baton. The metal object tasted awful in my mouth, but I wasn't going to surrender for something I didn't do.
The officer starts to panic and his friends come and beat me off, blood spraying onto the concrete. The baton I bit into had a dent in it, plus three holes where my teeth punctured. Fuming in anger, the officer pulls out a pistol and fire thrice.
I felt something cut right through my body, going through my ribcage and exiting the other side of my body. My body exploded in pain, the area where I was hit felt like it was burning. I felt wet… and I was starting to become dizzy.
I lie down… feeling that wetness again from under me. It clung to my fur… and as I scented the air, I recognized the scent as blood. My mind became foggy and I felt like I wasn't going to make it.
The beater ran to the man with the gun and threw him onto the ground before kicking him, shouting, "Why the fuck did you ignore my orders?! I said hold him, not shoot him in the abdominal region!"
The other two officers start to walk away, but the beater turns towards them and starts to thrash them. One ends up losing a couple of teeth while the other's nose went crooked.
Once they were on the ground, the beater rushes towards me and, as gently as he can manage, picks me up and the first officer, the one named Frederick, rushes down and opens the door for us, taking me to the vet.
"Is that what ended up getting you sent to the U.S?"
Nope, not even close. I stayed three months after this event. But life is hell… and going through hell just proves you're alive.
One month later
My body felt rejuvenated. I felt like I was reborn! The only thing that sucks is that the vet trained me while I was being treated. He taught me how to lie down, to sit, and to come. Disgusting humans… though they are my saviors.
As I'm trotting along, Volk rushes towards me and tackles me. "Alex! Alex you're alive! I thought you were dead!"
I look at him and see he has three scars on him, possible from his submission test. "Yeah… yeah I'm fine."
Volk smiles and says, excitement getting the better of him, "We will finally get to actually go to work! We get to ride with the police officers! And guess what?! There is a robbery and they are trying to find the guy! And we get to go!"
I push Volk off of me and frown. "What? You mean we're going to sniff some guy out? When?"
"I told you, right now! So come on!"
He turns and sprints towards the cop cars, where a few officers are gathering, with me following close behind him.
Once we arrived, I see Frederick and he shouts, "Alex, come here boy! And you too Volk!"
We run to him and sit down in front of him and he chuckles before saying, "Good boys. Now get in the car."
As the back door opens, Volk jumps in and I simply climb inside before the door closes behind us.
Frederick gets into the driver's seat and his partner gets in the passenger's seat. Frederick starts the car and we drive off towards God knows where.
Once we arrived, apparently it was the guy's last known location, Volk and I are released from the car.
"Okay dogs, sniff around till you find something."
Volk starts to sniff around, looking for something important or something, I scent the air… and I smell the scent of an unfamiliar human. I start to walk around, managing my way into the building before heading upstairs.
"Where is Alex going?"
"I don't know. He usually keeps to himself so maybe he is doing just that."
As I walk up the stairs, the smell becoming stronger, I stop as a door blocks my way. I growl before ramming the door, knocking it off its hinges. Not like it was hard, being the door was already broken.
The guy turns towards me and, fear overtaking him, shouts, "What the hell are you?!"
I don't recognize the accent… though some of the Ottomans have it when they speak. But it doesn't matter.
I lunge at him and, as I slam into him, my teeth grabbing hold of his shoulder, he screams as we both go through the window. I had no understanding of falling to your death, but I will remember this day.
We fell four stories and, as we crash into the cobblestone… well… as he lands on the cobblestone with me on top of him, I hear a loud crack and my body collapses from the fall.
I wasn't hurt extremely bad, just the shock of falling and landing onto the human was enough to send me into lying on his chest.
Frederick and his partner rush over to me and Frederick exclaims, "What the hell just happened?!"
His partner shrugs his shoulders and, as he looks up, he points at the broken window. "Looks like they fell. Poor devil, he probably is half in."
Frederick sighs heavily. "I think he's all in. Poor devil, he was a good dog and-"
I suddenly let go of the dead human and I roll off him, my tongue hanging out of my mouth as I try to catch up on my breathing.
"Looks like he's not in at all. I knew this dog is full of surprises," exclaims Frederick as he leans down and places his hand on my chest.
"Surprising? He's not surprising. He's shocking because he just rode a Turk all the way down to the concrete! This dog has to be a sly thief because he stole the nine lives cats have."
Frederick smiles, but shakes his head. "No, he didn't steal nine lives. He stole fifteen. No ordinary dog would still be alive. He is no ordinary dog. He is special."