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The first realisation and when it had my full attention instead of depressed conscious thoughts wasn’t until I could open my eyes fully; just been going off autopilot and instinct, I guess. I absolutely love dogs, so I can’t be too mad, but that doesn’t mean I wish to be one; however, what I’m I going to do, I’ll get over it. If I didn’t say this to myself; I’ll break down pretty quickly.
I’m glad I’ve already had the realisation that I wasn’t human, thankfully, but it doesn’t make it easier to be surrounded by wiggling warm bodies while suckling for milk off an animal. I’m a Doberman or a similar breed from what I can gather from my mother. I think my colouring is just standard black and rust.
However, from the rest of my surroundings, I believe I’m on a puppy farm, the small cages and surrounding dogs and puppies in the same situation tipped me off. I’m thankful to have at least regained all my personality and memories and not be a confusing, unstable mess in my reincarnation, so that’s something.
I did not enjoy being stuck in this god-forsaken cage for however long I’ve been alive, but it’s getting to the point where we are all on top of each other when we are standing still in this cage, let alone when the instinct-filled puppies around me want to interact and play fight. We have gone without water for ages because of some clumsy puppy paws knocking it over and the undedicated caretaker not filling it up till he can be bothered.
I didn’t think I’d thought about it too much until it happened; my ears were docked. Doberman ears and tails are normal floppy and long; a post-birth surgery dock both of these; my tail hasn’t been docked, so it should still grow long until they dock it, I don’t know if they are planning to do it later, but for my ears, it hurt. They cut the floppy part of my ears and tightly wrapped them with a splint to keep them upright in a non-natural way.
I should have realised from the breed of dogs around me alone and the docking, that it makes my breed look scarier and probably haven’t bothered with the tail because it’s not as visual and probably couldn’t be bothered. While this is definitely a puppy farm, it’s not the type I initially thought, from the fact that we are underground and all the dogs around me are different breeds of stereotypical “fighting dogs”. Dogs who are used in underground dog pits for sadistic individuals to bet money on and get a thrill for a night.
While I thought what happened was really young or old gentle dogs were typically stolen from caring individuals to bait the trained fighting dogs, it appears that this particular one is just breeding the dogs and using their own puppies as they see fit. Whether they have more dogs than they need, or it is a deliberate choice to minimise the risk of detection from dedicated pet owners. I believe it’s a bit of both as this particular ring seems to cater to the higher class of individuals from the clothes and their manner of speaking; I’ve even overheard someone on the phone taking a booking for a business function the other day.
While I couldn’t really get attached to my siblings because of the reincarnation thing, that does not mean I’m okay with seeing them ripped apart in front of my eyes; the other puppies in the cage with me did not make a sound; they came just before we were going to sleep, so most likely just before sunset grabbing a random number of puppies form each cage.
Just from the adrenaline-filled yelling of humans, the smell of death and absolutely terrifying sounds from the dogs in the pit is enough to make any creature go silent in terror. While I can’t blame the dogs in the pit, they have been placed in unwarranted extreme circumstances where it was do or die, and the blame can only be put on the individuals that, in their sadistic way, train and accommodate this so-called vicious sport.
I was preparing for death as it appeared that all the puppies in this cage would be used before each fight to show off the particular fighting dog and hype up the crowd. There is no way I can even begin to attempt to actually fight off the other dog; I’m at most 4 months old, where they are fully grown and will not give me a minute before attacking. Now I was thinking of praying to whatever god placed me here but decided against it; if they wanted my thoughts or prayers, they would have communicated with me, whether before I was reincarnated or even during this shit life.
So, no praying for me; however, a miracle did come.
It was a police raid.
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Will was just trying to do his job; he believes the man involved will go about his regular schedule, not disturbed by the killing he had done. He knows he always found animal cruelty worse than any killing he had the pleasure of seeing. He knows he should be thinking of the victim, but when he realised his suspect was going to a dog fighting ring, he had to be the one in charge of the raid. He had to see the faces of all of them when they realised they were caught, and their lives would be destroyed for this.
He didn’t know how but he managed to follow proper procedure if only because he knew he would get more people involved.
This case is becoming particularly tricky for a murder; they want to bag this guy for multiple illegal issues and can’t just arrest him publicly for fear of offsetting any safety plans in place to do with his criminal activity.
The reason they aren’t just arresting this guy at his residence is he’s known to have multiple most not registered to him or legally obtained and paid for homes, or he goes to a different conquests house, so he’s hard to track and set up a controlled set up without tipping him off, and outside his business doesn’t keep a schedule for his night times.
The only reason they found out about the dog fight is that it’s considered a business function, and they got it from his secretary, who came to them thinking he had murdered someone for his behaviour.
The sectary’s bystander guilt had finally kicked in because they’ve done some pretty messed up stuff for this individual so far. Still, luckily for them, murder was too far, coming forward and even exposing their own crimes just from knowing and association.
Will insured they got some plea deals and even put a good word in for them for knowing their moral lines and helping him out with this one. He’s not sure he could have found this guy otherwise with only the one kill down by himself; this guy’s pretty happy to let others get their hands dirty.
It was worse than all the bodies he had seen put together. All the dogs were malnourished, injured and obviously mistreated their whole lives. Raw anger was the only feeling in his body; he was so glad that no one tried anything idiotic like running; he for once knew he would have no issue pulling the trigger, unlike what his boss says. While he knows he would enjoy it, he could forgive himself, which is why he had problems pulling the trigger in the first place.
They had the building plans and surrounded the building accordingly at about 9 pm. They were aware the dog fighting started at about 8 pm, but Will fought to have it later to ensure if anyone were late, they would get the maximum amount of people in the raid, not just his suspect. He didn’t like the idea of the dogs that would be injured in the time they were wasting, but the only way his boss was on board was because they found out about his suspect, who is known for arriving fashionably late.
Will surveyed the street parking straight away, noting the higher-end cars for this part of town, even though he’s pretty sure most of them are hires and most of these gentlemen properly toke cabs.
Oh, that cocky son of a bitch. Will grabs his notebook and flips it to where he knows he wrote it. Yep, the license plate and car registered to his suspect, the same model and colour car seen at the crime scene multiple times and partially seen leaving the crime scene at the time of suspected death, is parked across the street from the building.
It makes sense this particularly suspect is a high-end narcissistic with his egocentric thoughts; he thinks he’ll never get caught. It’s odd he even comes to this sort of outing; yes, the unnecessary injuries and killings of living beings are up his lane, he’s not going to like it if he loses any money, and dog fighting, in particular, is brutal to predict which is what makes other people love betting on it.
It went really well apart from Will getting distracted by all the dogs. Will was able to know which dogs were happy to be approached, which was not many of them. Lucky, none of the dogs was out of their cages when they raided. Lucky in, they didn’t attack anyone and were shot by twitchy fingers.
Going up to the cage, pushed to the side, was found about four puppies, which was a different reaction because while they were frightened, they hadn’t lost all hope yet because they started yipping and jumping in excitement.
Will looks them in the eyes and gets overwhelmed with the underlining happiness only animals seem to have. Until he looks at one that isn’t jumping, isn’t yippy just looking at him in a sort of judgment. Wills never had any issues with his empathy other than the apparent side effects, but it’s never been wrong. Will opens the top of the cage, brings out that particular Doberman puppy holding it gently in case of unseen injuries, and brings it up to eye level.
The puppy looks at him, funnily enough, he thinks, and feels his unbelief, it might be that it’s never been held like this or not been in a cage, but it feels more like the puppy can’t believe he exists. The puppy looks right into his soul, leans into him and takes a deep breath before looking back and, funnily enough, nodding its head before letting out a tiny but meaningful bark. Will almost feels like she’s thanking him to some extent.
The puppy slowly leans in and licks his nose, and he closes his eyes in shock over the confusing emotions and the overall cuteness. Will actually thinks he might have blushed a little bit.
The puppy then does something totally unexpected and wriggles until it gets his back legs on his chest and pushes, propelling herself out of his hands before Will even has time to realise what was happening.
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I don’t know what and how this has happened. I guess I can’t be surprised like I’ve been reincarnated as a dog; I just assumed it was in the ordinary world, not a fictional one. I shouldn’t say fictional if this is my new life; I need to think of it as I’m unused and in real life. He looks exactly like Hugh Dany; if it weren’t for one of the officers calling him officer Graham, which he didn’t respond to, too busy looking at all the dogs, I would have thought he was Hugh Dany.
Of course, I’ve considered I’ve gone crazy or in a coma, but either way, I lived every second in that tiny cage and agreed that I would live this life to its fullest and use all of my resources to carry it out.
I’m sure if I was in a human body, I would consider staying and communicating with Will to ensure everyone made the best choices for their futures. By everyone, I mean Will and Hannibal; I’ve always admired and wanted to see what their relationship could have been, or I guess now can become from Will being in a police uniform.
As soon as I get free from Will, I run straight up the stairs, lucky not to be stopped by any of the officers who are all preoccupied and may have underestimated how many people would be there because there all busy arresting and reading people their rights.
At the same time, there does seem to be some officers watching the entrances; I stop at the top of the stairs only to hear Wills shout with others before I hear some gunshots; the officers at the top of the stairs send about half of them downstairs where I move out of the way and most definitely not anyone’s main property right now.
The other half of the officers call into their radios; I stick around to ensure Will’s still alive.
“No officers down, repeat no officers injured, shots fired by acting officers in response to suspect lunging at officer Graham”
I exhale in relief from what I heard from the radio’s responses.
I ready myself to run outside before I hear what I assume is someone pushing a cage over and then the distinct growl of what I somehow know is mother dogs. I hear screams and people yelling, everyone’s officers and the criminals. What I really want to believe happened is mother dogs went after the individual who toke away their puppies.
However, I need to get out of here before animal control comes to take the young dogs to shelters and probably document and put the other dogs down.
I run to the front door keeping my body low before sprinting out and to the first dark alley I see. I breathe out and look around before feeling what can only be a smile on my face as I look about at the moon and night sky.
I wonder if I was chosen by some higher being, them knowing this would be my response. Do they want to watch my success or maybe add a compilation to an already complicated situation for entertainment? I really want to almost believe that the higher being put me in here because, for some reason, they want Hannibal and Will to have a happier life and know I can do that.
I can’t think like that, though, as I will get lazy and not take my actions into an accountant. While I’m enjoying my freedom, I couldn’t believe much about it because I like to plan and know everything for the following week, minimum, if I have a schedule and see what I’m doing for the next couple of weeks, I’m happy.
I look around, trying to adjust my eyesight to the dark, and think about what I need to consider and decide on a plan.
I believe in season 1, Hannibal is intrigued by Will, mainly his unique empathy and only framed him because Will was close to seeing his nature. Where in season 2, Hannibal regretted what he did, missing Will, where Will finally realising the game he’s in and plays it too close to home, pretending to be Hannibal’s friend, and actually becomes Hannibal’s friend without meaning it and then freaks out about his morals and all that and ultimately betrays Hannibal even though he does choice Hannibal in the end, but Hannibal not feeling this sort of betrayal before does something so un-Hannibal and just lashes out. In season 3, Will does embrace not fully embrace becomes; he does back out of his darker nature and tries that whole normal life thing which he goes back on, eventually. Hannibal realises he wants Will and may be feeling bad for how he acted and allows himself to be arrested so Will can always find him.
If I can help Hannibal and Will not have this tennis match of feelings and get straight to the good parts, I would see that as a pretty good life.
I also kind of want to see the plot play out and get like behind the scenes information and access.
It’s just a metaphor because I have accepted this as my new reality, and I’m not thinking about it too much. Still, I think the dog fighting and puppy farm may have messed me up a bit because in my previous life, while I enjoyed the series, I could never ever imagine injuring and killing someone on purpose.
I can see myself doing it now; I can see myself going back in there and tearing the throats out of the individuals that caused this to be the beginning of my new life.
I think I will fit in this new world with Hannibal and Will really well.