I don't own Blue's Clues.

Blue suddenly woke up with a gasp. She started breathing heavy, trying to think of what happened last night. She racked her brain for memories. She shuddered, as it all started coming back to her. The darkness. The hope of escape. Shovel and Pail. Steve. Oh how she despised him. That, of course, had not been the first time she had received that type of punishment. It didn't matter. It still hurt. She felt a tear escape as she looked at her front paws, and examined the rest of her body. It was real. The cuts, the dirt, everything. She felt a wave of shame, as she noticed the ejaculation on the ground, by her lower region. It had accumulated on the floor, as it had leaked out of her rectum.

She started crying, moping in her self-pity. A burning sensation immediately stopped her tears. The salt from them had made her cuts burn. Blue stood up, only to fall back over. Her right back leg.. It.. It just, hurt. It was unreal. When would Steve stop this madness? With her death? No. He would never let her die. That would be to merciful.

Everything. All of this. It started with a smack. Steve used to never touch her. He gained her trust, just like the monster he was. It all started, when she tracked mud into the house one day, while filming. As soon as the camera went off, he smacked her in the face. Blue let it go. She forgave him. She though it was just because he had a bad day. She HAD made the clues pretty vague. It was her fault. But, it never ended. Now, daily beatings were the norm. She couldn't let this go on. What would her mother say?

"You wouldn't know." That voice in her head was back.

"Be quiet! She loved me! She wouldn't want me to go through this!" She thought.

"Think about it. Why did she have you? She was obviously getting sick and tired of having to go through this treatment. She thought it was time to pass it off to another. Think about it. Salt and Pepper just tell you those lies about her, because they think of you as Curry. But you'll never be Curry. There's no virtue in them lying to you anymore."

"No. She.. She just wanted a child.. Didn't she?" Blue was getting nervous.. Maybe the voice WAS right.. It was making so much sense.. No…

"Steve was the father. It was quite simple, really. He just asked her to have sex with a dog he liked, while he masturbated to it. He told her if she were to have a baby, everything would be over for her. He even chose you, the only girl of the litter. Why? Because you wouldn't fight back like the others. You would take it."

Blue was frantically shaking her head. A pitiful attempt to shake out the voice. "What do I do to stop it?" She thought.

"There's only one option. I think we both know what it is. Murder."

"There has to be another way." Blue said, in a faint whisper.

"There isn't. We both know that. Go. DO IT!" The voice was screaming at her. She couldn't tune it out. Over and over. It just kept repeating 'DO IT'. She had to shut it up. There was no other way out.

"I will." Blue said, and with that, the voice died down, went to a whisper, all at once. A faint 'do it' could be heard, urging her on.

Blue stood up, and swallowed her pain. For she knew that it would be the last she would feel, for a long, long time. A malicious smile spread across her face. She looked towards the window. It was still night. The sun wouldn't rise for a few more hours. She had been laying on Steve's bedroom floor. Right beside his bed. Apparently, once he was done with her, he just pushed her off the bed, onto the hard floor.

She jumped onto the end of his bed. He had an extremely good mattress. It didn't transfer motion, which she was glad of. How could he afford it? Why, using Blue of course. He took all the money from her live appearances, and her cut of the show's paycheck, to care for the only thing he loved in this world. Himself. He had the nicest things, while she had nothing. If she were to so much as rip her cheap collar, all hell would break loose.

Oh so quietly, she crept up to him. She took an extra pillow, and held it in her mouth. The voice in her head grew again. All that she could hear was it. It drowned out every thought she could have had, leading her to believe she had no choice. It wouldn't stop, until the deed was done. It had to stop. She couldn't take it anymore. She stood to the side of his head, and looked down at the face she despised so much. Unbelievably, the voice grew once more. She felt like a dam was opened inside her, and all the water was drowning out every sense she had until her main purpose in life was to kill him. He let out a sigh in his sleep. When he went to inhale, she knew it was time.

With a thrust, she forced down the pillow she was carrying in her mouth. It covered his whole face. After about a minute of extreme pressure, he started shaking. Another minute went by, and he woke up, but had so little energy, he could barely move. Within the next two, it was evident that he was no longer alive.

She kept the pillow over his mouth for what must have been half an hour. She couldn't take chances. Finally, she let go of the pillow and laid down for a second, her neck and jaw on fire from being in that position for so long. It was only then that she had noticed a small stream of light. The kind you get when a door to a dark room was opened, letting in light from the hallway outside of it. Blue immediately shot up, and squinted to see who it was that had watched her commit her crime.

With a small squeal, Paprika's face went white. Blue glared at her so hard, that it was surprising she didn't shoot a hole through the wall.

Blue jumped off the bed, and with a insane smile spread across her face, patted Paprika on the head, and told her she hadn't seen a thing.

"B-but.. No.. Is he okay?" Paprika asked, her eyes full of young innocence. It became clear she had no idea as to what she had just witnessed.

Blue made a few steps forward, leaving the space between their faces not even an inch. "If you want to live to see tomorrow, I suggest that you forget everything that you've seen tonight."

Paprika started crying her eyes out. As a response, Blue swatted at her with her front paw, smacking the youth straight in the face, knocking it into the wall.

"I'll tell Mom!" Paprika said, trying to muster up some courage.

"I dare you." Blue said. And with that, Paprika ran from the room.

Blue laid down, right at the side of Steve's bed, like nothing had happened, and drifted off, into a dreamless sleep. Little did she know, that tonight, she had awakened another, more evil side of her. She didn't know that this, new, evil Blue, would eventually engulf her. But, maybe it was best that she didn't know.