A/N It took longer than I expected but here you go Chapter 3 we finally get a look into Bolt's head and the challenge Balto faces. Please Read, Review and Enjoy!
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Chapter 3
Bolt stepped out the containment unit he'd just shattered, hopping down to the floor, as the cold cement flooring contacted his paw pads he laughed to him self.
"Maybe next time they'll make this thing a little stronger." He said to no one
Bolt quickly examined himself, as this was the first time been able to freely look over the augmentations he'd under gone. First was his still snow colored fur. It had always been this color but not it was much thicker and not just winter coat thick but on a whole new level. His amber eyes came to rest on the scar which he both knew and yet didn't. When acting he was given a painted on mark but this one was far from fake, his fur and the skin underneath it were black as onyx. While he noticed no other cosmetic altering had been done, he did; however, feel far stronger than ever before and his constant raging against his former prison had proved some of that he would still have to wait and properly test just how strong he had become. Satisfied that he was know free Bolt turned his attention toward his former captors, for months they had studied him making 'adjustments' as they called them. He hated them, every single one, and for all Bolt cared if he ever happened to run into the head of this operation he'd assured himself that he'd kill the man...slowly
"My My how the tables have turned" Bolt said once again speaking out loud but directed to only to himself.
Bolt walked over and lifted Dr. Muru off the ground; the mouse was obviously dead, killed by head trauma when the Super Bark sent everyone flying backwards. Stripping the mouse of his lab coat, though small, it served more as a shirt than a coat.
"Well doc, seems you were at least good for something, now at least I won't be so cold." Bolt's voice cold and unemotional toward the death he had just caused slipped the coat on and buttoned it.
Bolt dropped the body of Dr. Muru and proceeded out the single door which led to freedom. Opening it, he took one last look at the lab from which he had been permanently changed then, turning back around left the room, the only sound his fading footfalls.
'My god what happened?'
This was the only thing Balto's mind could process at the moment, well that, and intense pain. At first he was surprised he wasn't dead only that he ached so terribly that it might have been less of a hassle to just have died there on the floor, but he had his family to think about and as Balto constantly reminded himself.
'Failure is not an option'
Balto gazed upon the broken equipment before him; he focused on this as apposed to the alternative of staring at the broken bodies behind him. The creature that had done this was no dog, Balto had assured himself of that, perhaps it was simply so that he could keep his sanity. He was sure of one thing though and that was he not very interested in the task that now lay before him. Balto knew that now it was up to him to find and either capture or kill Bolt or, of course die trying.
Balto sighed "God, why am I always the one left to clean up everyone else's mess?"
Balto had always felt like he was destined to always be the last man standing, whenever adversity called he was never the one who got the lucky break, while he wasn't necessarily thinking that those who had died today were lucky, had at least one survived maybe this task wouldn't be so monumental.
Balto sighed again and turned to leave but not before looking over at his fallen friend, Charlie, being so close Charlie may have died sooner than the rest but it still looked painful. Shards of the container had lodged themselves in Charlie's body acting as daggers and slicing straight through his torso and head, which was hidden under rubble.
'that reminds me I also have to tell Sasha about this…' Balto couldn't help but shed a tear at both the loss of his friend and the thought of how heartbroken his mate would be.
Balto took one finally look at this lab which in the past few hours had been witness to more death a destruction than most civilians see in their life times, then turning back around he left the room, the only sound his fading footfalls.
