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Elvy is almost impossible to bring down. Her outlook on life is pretty simple, Happy Dog – Find Lilly. Even after being captured, a few of the Keepers took a shine to the lolling tongue and wagging tail. Instead of attacking, her triangle ears would go flat, her head would go down, and she would try and be A Good Dog.
It seems the only inspiration for this Pit Bull to attack is through protection of another. It is only then that any viciousness is seen, though the change is black and white. Her ferocity is something to behold, and she is utterly fearless until she feels the danger has passed. Strangers are always friends until shown otherwise, especially when Food is involved.
She has her comical moments. Elvy loves to play fetch, root around in the mud, chase rabbits, give strange gifts, and howl at The Menagerie night life. As a retro, her intelligence is often eerie for a dog – though as anyone might find out through shifter-tongue she can shift into her human form easily. This change is usually for convenience, such as opening doors. Thumbs are very handy, although she is guilty more than once of not utilizing this advantage when the opportunity strikes. What can she say? She didn’t think of it.
There is almost an inane loop she seems trapped in: To find Lilly. There is a disconnect in her mind that, though many in her pack, the Nilda, have tried to explain differently, Elvy is determined to find Her Girl. When met with anyone that mentions that Lilly is Human, that Elvy is in The Dome, and that she won’t find her, Elvy ignores them outright and continues on her mission.
It is not uncommon for Elvy to adopt a person, or persons for a short period of time. Especially if she feels they need her. She is not one to leave unless everything Seems Right and then, after perhaps days or weeks and without ceremony, she simply trots off to continue on. She has made many friends from all over the Rings this way and whenever her path crosses an old friend the reunion is nothing short of pure enthusiasm.
You know what they say; you can’t keep a Good Dog down.
2304 East End, London, England
“Lil’ they ent pets love,” said The Man as he took a drag from his ciggy.
“Please, deddy? She’s so sma’w,” said the girl quietly, her eyes were huge as she watched the slate blue pups wiggle about the box. They were just six weeks old, and as they were a Champion bred litter, The Man was lucky to have gotten his choice. There were many who wanted them.
“Wo’ I gonna do wi’f it aye? Use it as a bait dog?” The girl’s face paled and her eyes grew wide fear. Lilly had seen what happened to the bait dogs used to train her father’s fighting pits. They were savaged by the fighting dogs to gain confidence. Few of them survived over a few months.
The girl had never been aloud around her father’s dogs much. She loved animals, but her father said they weren’t pets, that they were for work and too dangerous for her to be around.
“No deddy, please. For me? For a Pet,” her gaze strengthened and she smiled. Her front teeth were gone, and those huge brown eyes lowered to spy the runt pup in the corner. Earlier she’d overheard the other man, her father’s friend Uncle Jack, mention that if no one wanted it by the end of the week he’d cull it. Lilly wasn’t positive what that meant, but she didn’t think it sounded good.
“Y’ dun want this lot fer a pet, swee’heart. They ent companion dogs. Deddy’ll getchya a nice dog. Whatchya call ‘em? Them shitzoos or ‘sumfin,” The Man lowered on his heels to reach eye level with Lilly. He smiled, his crooked teeth and stubble close to her face. “We’ll getchya a pedigree dog,” he promised.
Lilly tried once more. She’d learned early that if she pushed too hard for something, or threw a tantrum everything would be taken away completely. She bit her lip to fight back the tears she felt threatening and took a breath.
“Pretty please? I’ walk it, an’ feed it, and it will sleep wif’ me, and I’w train it,” vowed the six year old. Should couldn’t help stealing a look at the pup who had found a corner of the newspaper that covered the bottom of the box. It mouthed it awkwardly, its tiny forepaw clawing at the air in play. Their tiny ears had been cut the week before, and the crusted wounds had left spots of blood here and there around the box.
The Man let out a put upon sigh. Lilly had always been on odd duck, but she was alone too much. A friend would probably do ‘er just right. Maybe make her a little less quiet.
“I’w hold ya to it then,” he said in warning as his hand reached in to scoop up the pup, and pass it to Lilly. The transfer of the tiny pup from his large palm to the little girl’s chest was clumsy, but she managed. Her small hands balanced her shifting load until the puppy’s small tongue lapped her nose. She giggled.
“…an’ if that thing even looks at you wrong, I’w shoo’ its ‘ead clean off,” The Man said as he rose and looked to his friend. “Oy, Jack. Me daugh’er’s gon’ take that runt off y’ ‘ands mate. How much you want fer it?”
“Consider it a berfday prezzie aye?” Uncle Jack said to Lilly with a wink and she grinned. It wasn’t her Birthday, but she knew better than to say so. “Now runna long,” he said lifting his chin toward the door.
“Your deddy and me’s got some busness to discuss,” he said in a formal tone, his attempt to sound posh wasted on the girl. She smiled, said a quiet but polite ‘thank you’, and left the room with her new best friend.
Outside the weather was cold. The wind stole the heat from girl and pup until the puppy began to mewl and cry. Lilly tucked it in her shirt, zipped up her jacket, and waited for her father outside. After a while, the puppy quieted and slept.
She didn’t know how long she waited there, perhaps an hour or more. She hunkered down by the tire of their car out of the wind, cuddling her small treasure as she waited for her father to finish whatever it was that he was doing. She was trembling by the time The Man came out, his hand wiping at his nose as he blinked bloodshot eyes at her.
“Ready t’ go love?” he asked. She nodded stiffly and rose to her feet. The puppy was still sleeping as she climbed cautiously into the passenger seat, and carefully buckled herself in. She watched the street lights pass through the window as they headed home.
“So, whatchya gonna call it?” he asked. She blinked and looked down into her shirt. What should she call it? It? Was it a boy or a girl? She asked her father as much and at a red light he did a quick inspection of the protesting puppy. “She’s a gurl,” he said almost dismissively and returned his subdued attention to the road.
Lilly thought for nine whole blocks about what she would call her. She was soft, softer even, than her friend Kallie’s bunny. Her small fingers stroked the puppy steadily down her back as the pup settled back into her warm spot under Lilly’s shirt.
“Velvet,” she said finally, her attention wandered to a woman standing on a corner in a short, short skirt and tall, tall boots. This part of town Lilly often saw women standing around like that. Sometime she’d have to ask what they were waiting for. Her eyes shifted to look at The Man. “Her name is Velvet. Like the Velveteen Rabbit.”
The Man nodded his head dismissively, and lit a cigarette.
2305 East End, London, England
“Elvy!” Lilly whined. “Ge’ off i’s mine!”
The large blue Pit Bull’s white front paws were planted firmly on the park bench as she stretched her nose high; her tongue licking the drips of melting ice cream out of the air from the girl’s raised hand. She looked like a mini Statue of Liberty. The defense of the sticky-sweet treat was a futile undertaking. Within minutes the dog had bitten half the ice cream off the cone. This was too much for the seven year old.
“No!” She said firmly, and Velvet’s triangular ears went back in guilty expression. Lilly’s small hand pushed at the dog’s white chest as hard as she could and without hesitation, Velvet moved back and sat on the ground. It was obvious her physical exertion did little, but the dog listened regardless. Her finger went out and she glared. “Stay!” She warned, and went back to eating what was left of her cone.
Not far off, her father stood in hunched discussion with another man. They’d come to the park again because he said they had a meeting to go to, and if she was good he’d get her an ice cream cone. Her eyes wandered the park as her feet kicked happily. Meetings like this were ordinary to Lilly. Her father would get a call, he’d put her jumper on, they’d go to the park, her father would switch little bags for money, and they would go home.
Before, when it was just Lilly, he would instruct her to sit down and stay put. She wasn’t allowed to wander the park or swing on the swings. Since Velvet started coming along, he never worried over her. It was hard to argue with a large Pit Bull when it thought you lingered too close to Her Girl. Yet somehow, Elvy knew the good ones from the bad ones.
Once, a toddler had wandered over and began to tug at her cropped ears, sticking her fingers in her mouth trying to grab her tongue. Elvy had licked the child’s face gently, tolerating the Tiny Tormentor in flawless form. The uproar just seconds later when the mother turned around and found her baby face to face with a Pit Bull had forced Lilly’s father to get involved. He had not been happy about that, though Lilly had been shocked that he had stood up for Velvet. She’d thought he’d have apologized to the lady and taken her and Velvet home. Instead, he made it a point to stay long enough to let them play in the jungle gym until they grew tired, and the sun almost set.
Suddenly, raised voices caught the attention of both child and dog as they looked over to her father and the man he was meeting with. They were arm in arm, wrestling for something. The next moment, the stranger had hauled back and punched her father soundly in the jaw, then made an unhurried bee-line … straight for Lilly.
She had met him once before. He had given Velvet the rest of his burrito and winked at her as he passed by. She thought his mustache was funny. Now, his face was twisted in anger. He didn’t look funny at all. Velvet’s tail began thumping on the ground as she licked her chops in anticipation. Maybe he’d give her another one of those yummy beany-cheese treats.
“Oy kid, com’ ‘ere,” he said in a friendlier tone than his face suggested. Lilly froze in fear, dropping her cone. Her head tilted back as he came to stand in front of her, his shadow falling across the bench. Velvet’s tail stilled.
“Your deddy owes me a lot o‘ bloody money, love. Feck me if I ‘onna le’ ‘im get away wif it. Come on,” he said in that same, friendly tone - as if he were telling her that she was invited to a party.
She gasped and shied back as he moved to grab her, but the arm that reached out was suddenly hauled away. He hollered in surprise and cursed at Velvet, who had sank her teeth into his forearm and was now pulling him painfully off his feet. Once on the ground, she released him in favor of his leg as it flailed in vain to kick her off. Blood spilled onto the walk as she released again, then went for his …
“Velvet! Tha’s ‘nough!” called The Man and she halted. The Man’s lip was split and he spat pink to the ground as he came up and lifted Lilly into his arms. “You filfy wanka. You though’ you could jus’ take me daugh’er as colla’eral and wha? I’d shi’ ou’ the dough?” His boot met the man’s ribs with a hollow thud, and the man groaned.
“Don’ eve’ even look a’ her again, Terry. Or nex’ time, I’ll le’ the dog finish wha’ she star’ed,” he swore In a low, treacherous tone. Lilly’s face was hidden in his shoulder, and Velvet licked her chops. “C’mon Elvy. We’w gechya nice dinna,” he said as he turned, and walked away.
Velvet remained a second longer, a deep guttural snarl rumbling from her depth as a mix of saliva and blood dropped from her mouth onto his cheek. Her amber eyes were filled with the warning that could not be mistaken. When The Man called for her, she turned away slowly, eyed him once more, then trotted after The Man and Her Girl.
2307 East End, London, England
“Lil’ Jesus H Christ, turn i’ down!” moaned a voice from the couch. Lilly flinched instinctively, her head ducking as she peeked over her shoulder. She was watching cartoons in the living room, eating a bowl of cereal. Her mother grumbled, flipped over, stuffed a pillow over her head, and settled back into snoring.
“Elvy,” she whispered and pointed to the TV, flicking her finger down. “Mum says to turn the telly down.” Velvet (who had hunkered down next to the ancient dead TV that the even more primordial working one sat on) rose to her feet. Another groan emerged from the couch.
“God Lilly, i’ was cute for a while but now i’s jus’ sad. Wha’ are you, seven now? The dog can’ understand you,” she grumbled into the pillow. Lilly’s eyes shifted to where Velvet rose one paw to catch the button and turned the volume down. Her spoon lifted the sugary bargain cereal to her mouth and she chewed as her attention went back to the cartoon.
“I’m nine mum,” she said without thinking. The Woman snatched the pillow from her face.
“Wha’eva. Nine,” she mocked like a school girl. Her pink, glassy eyes focused on the TV a moment through her hangover in confusion. “Wha’ are you watching?”
“Pokémon Platinum: Rise of Pikachu,” she answered around a full mouth, her attention never wavering.
“Wha’ the feck is that?” The Woman demanded, her eyes narrowing to the yellow rodent that ran around the screen. Lilly didn’t answer. Velvet took a deep breath and let it go, her eyes closing in sleep. Realizing her daughter had tuned out; she rolled her eyes and put the pillow back over her face. Who cared anyway.
Elvy’s ears perked suddenly as she heard footsteps approaching and she lifted her head. She issued a growl and a muted bark just before the light three knocks on the door. No one moved. A few moments later, it repeated, more intently this time.
“Uh! Fine-fine,” said The Woman as she cast aside the pillow, and stumbled to her feet. “I’m comin’ I’m comin’.” Lilly stayed where she was. She never knew anyone that came over, but usually didn’t like them. With the sounds of her mother answering the door and chit-chat between her the bloke that knocked, Lilly rose to her feet, dumped her bowl in the sink, and shuffled to her room. Velvet followed, her nails clicking lightly across the kitchen floor and around an old car engine to sneak in behind Lilly before she closed her bedroom door.
Sometimes the people went down to the basement when there was a dog fight set up. Sometimes they just bought something and left. Lilly had snuck down once to see one of the fights, and had been so mortified that she stayed away from even the door at all costs. When the cheering and betting, whimpers and snarls echoed up she’d close her door and crank her music to drown it out.
Lilly was lying on her bed dozing, absently petting Velvet when the door exploded, knocked almost off its hinges. Instantly, Velvet leapt protectively in front of Lilly. The Man was held by two others, his face almost unrecognizable. Elvy’s barking was murderous, but she didn’t attack.
“Lil’,” he said though swollen and bloody lips. “Oy love, bring Elvy down to the ring.” Eyes wide Lilly looked from one man to the other, then at her father. She swallowed, looked to Velvet, then back to her father. “I’m so sorry.”
Lilly’s head was shaking no as she put a leash on Velvet, it shook no when they passed her mother on the floor by the door, and no as they opened the door and ascended the basement steps.
When they reached the bottom, she looked through the cloud of cigarette smoke to see a familiar face. Terry had come into town, and after two years had finally found himself a winning dog. The Man had bet Terry anything that his dog would win. A dog fight with his daughter’s dog was the stakes. He lost. He’d tried to get out of it … but his face had not made it through the negotiations well.
“Well, well, we meet again,” he said in that cloying, friendly tone. Velvet growled, and instantly Terry drew a gun. “Well li’le monsta’, I’ve go’ a prezzie for you.”
The fight was horrifying.
At the end of it, on the floor of the basement, was Terry’s dead Prize-Winning Pit Bull. It hadn’t even been a contest. It was over in minutes. Lilly was shocked beyond words and when all was said and done, she quietly led her bloodied pet up the stairs, past the open front door, and into her bedroom. The men had gone slack jawed and only began moving when the basement door shut.
In her room, Lilly lay on her bed as she had fifteen minutes before, petting Velvet. Blood covered the dog’s mouth, her paws, and now it stained Lilly’s sheets. She didn’t care. It was too much and she didn’t understand why things were the way they were. Her mother hadn’t even stuck around to make sure she was okay. She’d just … left. She should cry, but she didn’t. Velvet licked her hand.
“No, I ent mad at you, Elvy. Good Dog,” she said tiredly to the ceiling. Velvet’s tail thumped at the magic words. Long after the sun went down Lilly finally rolled on her side, put her arm over the blue dog and slipped into a dreamless sleep.
It was the smell that woke Velvet up hours later and when she looked around she couldn’t see for the thick, enfolding wall of fog. The darkness of the room was lit by the crack under the door that flickered orange light. It was hot. Way too hot. Immediately, Velvet whined and pawed at Lilly … but she didn’t respond. The hurricane of howling and barking that followed should have woken the dead, but the smoke had gotten to the girl’s lungs and she wasn’t getting enough oxygen.
When the fire truck rolled up, they were confused to find a naked young woman carrying an unconscious child out of the burning house. Laying her gently in the front yard, she looked around and whined. A woman with the fire department offered the naked young lady her coat, but she simply stared at it. When she shifted into the form of a blue Pit Bull and curled up next to the unconscious girl … the authorities were called. UNIT came and despite her struggles, took her away.