Dr Martin Luther King Jr Blvd 2
> she was tired of being the littlest sister
> she was tired of everyone assuming she was the mildest sister
> she was tired of people seeing the glasses and the shy demeanor and thinking "nerd"
> she was especially tired of it all being true
> maybe it was her dissatisfaction
> or maybe it was the fiery spirit which burns inside even the meekest hellhound
> whatever the cause when she saw the opportunity she leapt at it
> the stranger had nice mana
> everyone was distracted
> and his trunk was unlocked
> it was a simple matter to slip inside unnoticed
> it was hard to keep from giggling as she imagined bursting out and subjecting the man to "high velocity love"
> soon she heard the engine start and felt the car start moving
> she'd originally planned to pop out on the road
> but the unpredictable movement made her rethink her plan
> she didn't want him to crash the car and get hurt
> it would be better to wait till he got home
> she could take him in his own bed!
> she silently hummed the "sneaking" theme from her favorite video game
> finally the car slowed, took a sharp turn, and rolled to a halt
> she heard the engine stop and the car door close
> her ears perked up as she listened to footsteps moving away and a door opening and closing
> good, the coast was clear
> she fumbled with the back seats for a few minutes before realizing that there was no catch to move them from this side
> a few hard pushes accomplished nothing
> she mentally cursed her still developing muscles and modern over engineered "monster tough" designs
> it was OK though
> she knew that all modern cars have a glow-in-the-dark trunk-release lever
> she'd been looking at it the whole trip
> she reached out to give it a tug and escape
> she had no way of knowing at the time, but in the aftermath of this event there would be several major safety recalls
> all she knew was that when she pulled on the lever it broke with a sharp "SNAP"
> the fire in her eyes went out
> suddenly the trunk seemed impossibly small and cramped
> she couldn't move
> she couldn't breathe
> she was going to die in here!
> her last remaining confidence crumbled before welling panic
> she tried to thrash and slam the trunk door open but the lack of any real leverage stymied her
> each failure fed her growing claustrophobia and urged her to ever greater efforts
> all failed
> until she reached her limit
> she stopped struggling then, the strength flowing out of her limbs to be replaced by lethargic despair
> she really was a worthless runt
> tears welled in her eyes as her heart broke
> she didn't care about pride or respect or husbandus or anything like that anymore
> she just wanted her Mommy and Daddy
> and there, in the darkness, she began to howl like a little puppy
> this wasn't the bloodcurdling howl of a fearsome hellhound on the prowl, announcing its diabolical presence
> it wasn't even the mournful howl of a mundane wolf, communicating with others of its kind
> it was the wavering, high pitched howl of a frightened heckpup
> you didn't need to know anything about canines to understand that howl
> it was a plea for others
> the sound of a small scared thing pitifully begging for someone to save it
> she didn't know how long she cried for help
> for that time all she knew was darkness and fear
> barely kept at bay by desperate, childish yearning for Mommy and Daddy
> however long it was she was starting to lose hope
> she wondered if maybe everyone would be better off without such a worthless excuse for a hellhound around?
> hellhounds were supposed to be untameable, unconquerable
> she'd been beaten by a car trunk
> but what would you expect from a "demon hound" who still watched cartoons?
> her howls were getting weaker now
> they wavered with the occasional sob
> it was for the best
> she should have known she'd never be able to get a husbandu
> Mommy and Daddy would be so much happier not having to support a failure like her...
> the wooden garage door shattered so quickly the splintering sounded more like cloth tearing
> a single mighty wrench tore the trunk door off and sent it flying
> before the girl knew what was happening she was in her mother's arms
> she had never seen her mother this scared before
> as she was subjected to a frantic examination for injuries she saw the family's scout car skid into a barely controlled stop on the lawn outside
> examination apparently complete she was wrapped in the tightest hug she'd ever gotten
> moments later her sisters crashed into them
> they were so emotional they started crying tears of relief and licking her like they were all little heckpuppies again
> her father wasn't far behind
> he took her face in his hands just looked at her for a moment, fear still etched on his face
> then he joined the group hug
> unable to find her words, she started cry too and tried to snuggle into the hug as hard as she could
> it wasn't long before a very confused Mr. Anon entered his garage, noise canceling headphones around his neck
> stupefied, he took in the shards of wood which had once been his garage door and the car trunk door embedded in his maple tree
> an entire hellhound family was crowded into his garage, desperately hugging a petite bespectacled teenage heckpup
> some hasty explanations, apologies, and phone calls later Mr. Anon was watching a bunch of hellhound husbandus swiftly and efficiently repairing the damage
> he got they impression they had quite a bit of practice
> the adventurous heckpup who'd started the whole thing was sitting on a bench
> still being doted on by her family
> but she still seemed sad and withdrawn somehow
> Mr. Anon thought about what might inspire a shy girl to enact such a desperate plan to get a man
> he walked over and crouched down so he was on her level
"Hey, how are you holding up? I'm sorry I didn't hear you."
> she couldn't meet his eyes
> Mr. Anon sighed internally
> he figured he had an inkling what was going on
"This might not be the time, but there's this guy I know..."
> Mr. Anon scribbled something on a piece of paper which he pressed into her meaty paw
"He's a little closer to your age. Good guy. He's really into that nerd stuff you said you like."
> hope and uncertainty warred across the heckpup's face
"Maybe just start slow with a video chat or an online game meetup or something? Trying to infiltrate a guy's house so you can rape him is very, uh, 'hellhoundy' of you..."
> Mr. Anon paused as the heckpup's sisters slapped her on the back and enthusiastically congratulated her
"But there's nothing wrong with taking things a little slow."
> Mr. Anon smiled sympathetically at the heckpup's parents
"I'm sure your parents don't want their sweet little baby to grow up TOO fast."
> Mr. Anon gave the heckpup's arm a gentle squeeze before excusing himself to check on the repairs
> it might have been his imagination but he thought that the heckpup seemed a little happier and more hopeful than before
> like she was giving herself permission to believe in herself and her future again