]Dovahkiin's POV[

Not gonna lie I've kinda been out of it since the cats. I'm not really fully in control but I'm not exactly just sitting and watching a screen either. It's all a bit fuzzy though and not the "I'm not wearing my glasses," fuzzy either. I can still feel all the emotions though, most of which are anger and sometimes fear. There's also been flashes of concern, pride, and an almost constant need to protect.

That's when I'm next to Kenny, which is also when I have the most control. Still not complete control but you know.

But that's not really important right now, what's important is that my parents are on the other side of this door and I need to get to them to make sure they're okay.

Ken finally opens the door and I instantly go to sniff at and check on my parents. My dad is completely naked and strapped down on something. He seems kinda scared of me (of fucking course he is) but more scared of the position he's in and the current situation.

He's talking to me but I'm not really registering his words. I look around and- holy fuck. I immediately make a B line to my mother, my dad shouting at me to wait.

I don't know if it's cause she's the one I get the wolf blood from or what but I can at least somewhat understand her.

From what I can pick up she was attacked by 9th graders- I feel less bad for killing a few of them now- and "they" are trying to get DNA from her or my dad. My guess is to clone me or something. The entire time she's doing this I'm just kinda licking at her wounds. That's when she grabs me by the face.

"Dovy, sweetheart, my pup. I'm sorry for all the shit we've put you through. I should've been leading you through all this rather than keeping it locked away like your father suggested. He doesn't understand, he's not like us and I know I'm not completely like you either but..." she's softly rubbing my cheek with her thumb as she takes a moment to breathe. I can't help but to lean into it and whine.

"Listen cucciolo, I know this is gonna be hard and I wish there was another way but..." I have no idea what cucciolo means but I think it's Italian. "Honey they were about to cut off your father's head to scan his DNA. I'm sorry my sweet pup but the only way out of this is if your father dies. You're gonna have to finish it." Aaaand now they're both arguing again.

Seriously? At a time like this? Also why the fuck would they need to take off his entire fucking head? Why not just draw some blood?

Jesus Cartman what the fuck are you making me do here? I can't kill my dad! Even if he is an asshole!

And spouting BS about how he saw this coming because you can definitely guess that this shit would happen. Crazy shit happens in South Park but even this is pretty fucking out there.

And now he's telling me to take off Mom's arm because either one of their DNA will do. My mom's arguing that they won't get the wolf gene if they take my father's though and can't make a perfect clone and...

GOD DAMMIT WHAT THE HELL AM I SUPPOSED TO DO HERE?

My mom can't afford to lose anymore blood so taking her arm off is definitely a big no, obviously my dad will die without his head, I... am I really having to choose between my parents? I mean my mom always treated me better but that doesn't mean I want my dad dead!

Am I hyperventilating? I feel like I'm hyperventilating. I'm sure as hell not getting enough air, and things are even blurrier now. When did I start backing up? Am I about to leave them both? That's not gonna help any-

"ENOUGH! NEITHER OF YOU ARE FUCKING DYING!" Kenny....
I... I completely forgot he was here.

I turn to him and immediately curl around him. Whining, crying and sobbing all at once.

"I... I don't know how to get of out of here but we definitely don't need to take off his head or your arm that's for sure. I might not have been able to hack my way out but I should at leave be able to make it so that it doesn't cut your fucking head off. Or better yet we can just take one of these syringes," Ken says walking over to my dad and jabbing him in the shoulder. "Do this, and this," he says yanking our some of his hair "and we should be good."

He puts it in the thing and nothing happens for a little while. Please, please just fucking work for once I need something to fucking work for once in my life.

But of course it doesn't. Instead it just flashes red. It says something on it but everything is too blurry for me to read it.

"Well shit sorry kiddo looks like you've gotta take your mother's arm off." Seriously? Are you fucking serious? You're just gonna light heartedly tell me to kill her now?

"N-no this this cant be happening." I hear my mother start to cry.

"No wait, hang on! There's gotta be another way!" Kenny says shaking his head and kicking the thing. "Come on you useless piece of shit! I put some fucking DNA in here!"

"Sorry Kendal but obviously it needs something more. Alright champ go tear off your mother's arm!" He got Kenny's name wrong. I've been dating him for years and he's been acting as my rock and he gets his fucking name wrong? And you're telling me to basically kill my mother again?

You want me to tear off somebody's arm so badly? The stupid machine needs a limb? Fucking fine.

"Hey wait a minute there kiddo. Wh-What are you doing? N-Nice boy"

"Dovahkiin wait you're not gonna actually-"

I cut Ken off with an angry growl and bark. "H-hang on there son this- come on. I-It's me! It's Daddy!" I tune him out and keep stocking closer.

If he thinks tearing off my mother's arm won't kill her then with that logic, me tearing off his leg wouldn't kill him right? What has he even ever done for us other than lock us away in a cage? He tried to hide us away from the world.

He hurts mother, makes her cry, and constantly tells us lies. He made us forget what we were. Tries to force us to be like him. Be pathetic and weak. We aren't like him. We are strong and powerful.

Why should we care if this brings him pain? Why should  we care if he dies from blood loss?  Why should we care when he has fresh flesh. Fresh blood for us. Fresh screams.

Wait screams? "DOVAHKIIN STOP IT!" That's Kenny but why's he yelling at me? I look over at him and he's staring at me with terror in his eyes. My dad is still screaming and I think my mom is crying but I don't really know why.

What just happened? Why- Why is my dad missing half a leg? What am I holding in my mou- oh. Oh god what did I do? I-I tore my dad's fucking leg off what. I- I did this why did I? How could I nononono. Not again. I lost it again-I didn't. I hurt someone I cared about again oh god oh god oh god.

|•|Kenny's POV|•|

"DOVAHKIIN STOP!" I yell at him one more time trying to get him to stop shaking the fucking half of a disembodied leg. He just- he just completely lost it there. I- that was horrifying he just started growling and then he just-he just- he just fucking jumped on top of his dad and started yanking and shredding and-

Okay okay I need to calm down. He needs me right now and he's clearly realized what he's done and is hyperventilating.

"O-Okay it's- Dovahkiin you didn't kill him. He's fine okay?" I start to say.

"FINE? HE TORE MY FUCKING LEG OFF! THAT THING IS NO SON OF MINE THATS A MONSTER!"

"OH SURE MAKE THINGS WORSE LIKE YOU ALWAYS DO! Dovahkiin! Honey come here!" His mom calls to him. I don't think he can hear though. He's too far gone in his panic.

"DON'T COMFORT HIM! HE FUCKING RIPPED MY LEG OFF!"

"YOU MADE HIM LOSE CONTROL BY TELLING HIM TO KILL ME WITHOUT A SECOND THOUGHT!"

Okay this is definitely not good. Dovahkiin is sobbing, hyperventilating, shaking and is  having a massive panic attack while his parents are bleeding out and having a screaming match.

"WOULD BOTH OF YOU SHUT THE FUCK UP! YOUR SON IS HAVING A GOD DAMN PANIC ATTACK AND NEITHER OF YOU ARE HELPING IN THE SLIGHTEST!" I shout out at them, making both of them go silent.

"I-I'm sorry you're right. Listen, Kenny use that leg to get out of here and get some help before either of us bleeds out okay? Please you need to hurry."Mrs. Lupo apologizes. At least she's sensible and gets my name right. Mr. Lupo is just grumbling away to himself and complaining about his "missing leg and bastard monster son."

"Right. Right I'll-" Ah. That's kinda hard to look at, let alone pick up. I glance at Dova and realize he's completely zoned in on it. Whether or not he's actually seeing it is up in the air with how foggy and tear filled his eyes are.

Right gotta-Mmm it's so gross.

"What the hell are you waiting for! I'm bleeding out over here!"

"Chris shut the hell up!"

I shake my head to clear out the disturbed thoughts. Come on Kenneth you've dealt with worse than this before! Hell you've been torn apart by rats on multiple occasions! Just fucking pick up the leg and put it in the thing so your boyfriend doesn't have to look at it, you can enter the stupid fucking elevator, calm him down and end this whole stupid fucking thing!

Okay this is gross and heavy and weird and ew ew ew ew. I quickly toss it into the DNA thing and it makes a squishy splat sound upon landing, which I ignore(okay no I didn't, it was gross and I gagged), and turn it on. It starts to grind it up before it goes green and opens the elevator door.

"Okay Dova, just a little bit-" I turn to find him shaking even more, ears down, tail between his legs, and throw up on his chest and in front of him. "Oh Dovy." I say with a sigh and a frown as I move towards him.

"Come on, we only have to deal with this shit for a little bit longer." I say petting him slowly before grabbing his collar and gently urging him forward. He's still sobbing and breathing heavily but it's not as bad.

"We'll be back with help Mrs. and Mr. Lupo." I say as I begin leading Dova through yet another door. I get a good luck and groan in respectively in response.

I'm tired of doors and stairs and elevator. I'm tired of this stupid lab. I just wanna go home and cuddle with my boyfriend with both our parents safe, happy, and healthy. I'm tired of all this bullshit and anxiety and depression and Jesus.

But alas, that's not an option. So instead I focus on hugging my boyfriend and trying to calm him down while avoiding the barf in his fur.

"You're okay Dovy. It's okay. It wasn't you, it wasn't your fault. No one that wasn't a clone died. We're gonna get your parents help and they're gonna be fine. We're gonna be fine." I murmur as I hug him tighter and stroke his head.

Slowly his breathing evens out some and the sobs become less frequent. I ignore the main 9th grader calling for help as well as the button to put more buts on him, though I admit it's tempting.

Me and Dovahkiin just keep walking slowly down the corridor, him limping even more than he was before. I think this is all beginning to pile up on him now. Like it's all hitting him at full force now.

We go through another fucking door and I stop to wait for the tram and the others. I feel Dova flop against my leg. This might take awhile.

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]Dovahkiin's POV[

I don't really know why we're sat here waiting. Or for what for that matter. I just know that Kenny is humming and petting me and we're safe. At least at this moment we are. He said we were and that we're fine so we are. But aren't we meant to be getting my parents some help? No. No don't worry about that Dovahkiin. Just worry about Ken. Focus on Kenny. Your parents are gonna be fine. Kenny said so.

I just, I just gotta pay attention to his humming, and his fingers going through my fur and his warmth at my side and I just gotta enjoy it.

But of course just as I'm about to close my eyes and relax, the moments over. Kenny stops humming and stands up as the cart thingy comes by with everyone on it. I'm not really focusing on what the others are saying, just on staying glued to Kenny's side and leaning into his hand scratching behind my ear. I don't want to think anymore but of course that'd be too easy.

Apparently now is when everything catches up to me because everything hurts. Like there was a slight ache before but now I don't even want to move.

I let out a whine to let the others know that but I still can't make out their voices. Actually, I can barely make them out at all. Geeze I really am tired. Hell not even tired I'm fucking exhausted! I want Ken to scratch my ear more... felt nice. Want him to hum more. I love his humming.

It'll be fine if I take a quick nap right? I've done enough here right? Yeah... I'll just shut my eyes for a few minutes...

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END OF CHAPTER 36
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An: Originally I had it so that the hair and syringe actually worked but then I saw all the people hyped for angst and bloodshed sooo. You did this. It's you fault Dova has had yet another traumatizing moment.

Good job. You monsters.

Also I'm gonna slowly be moving this series to Archive of our own. Course it's gonna remain on here and all updates will be here first but I just wanted to expand my reach you know?

Not to mention it gives me a chance to tweak the first book a bit without confusing you guys with updates. There's nothing too major just making sure things transition more smoothly and editing grammar or spelling mistakes I missed the first ten times around.

But again, I'm gonna try and make sure it doesn't mess with me actually updating on here and stuff.

I will and am letting it distract me from reading boring shit like my Public Speaking text book, History documents, and whatever articles my Eng 2105 teacher wants me to read.

But let's not talk about that. Let's talk about whether or not you enjoyed this chapter and if you did, you should boop that vote button with your nose and mayhaps cough up a comment.

Y'all have actually been commenting and I appreciate it very much. I love you and shall see you all next time. Au revoir little biscuits.

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