Hello there. I have fallen in love with a certain black and white slay dog and one day woke up with this idea in my head: Why not write a fic where Steele´s ego is knocked down to nothing?

And that was how the torture began And now it is here.. Second chapter is on its way. Remember to review, otherwise ill be all sad cause no one reads my story (sniffle)
No flames!! They make the mutant bunny cry ...

Warning: This story contains mentions of rape and violence (just the way we like it!)

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the movie charachters only the ones i made up for this story. So dont sue me alright?

Thats it... well... why the heck are you still here! Read the story!!

Not Made of Steel- prologue

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Fade to black

The winds are howling louder and louder, putting even the voices of the untamed wolfs to shame with.

The pure white snow of winter falls like tiny silver arrows, piercing me and sending pain through my body each time a new one hits, even through my mattered fur i feel their cold and it stings worse than needles and claws put together when yet another one lands on my black and white coat. I hear nothing but my broken heart beating fast and with no rhythm, the muscle doing its best to fill my lungs with oxygen, quivering each time the frozen air reaches my veins. I grit my teeth against the merciless cold, knowing that even though the blood spilling from my battered body's wounds is a sign that each step i take bring me closer to death, the faint warmth of my own blood is the only thing that keeps me going, and the only thing besides the pain that keeps me aware of my life, it still there, as long as i keep bleeding more with every heartbeat i at least know that i am still alive, still surviving. The smell is metallic and so is the taste. I know that, because blood fills my mouth every time i take another step.

I have been in a lot of storms in my life, but this one storm makes all the others look small and pathetic in comparison. Perhaps because it is wilder, its winds are harsher, the snow colder, but then again, perhaps it is just because this is the first time i have ever been in such weather alone, without my slay-pack or a human owner near me, that should have scarred me but after a certain amount of time being scared every second, thinking that next second is going to be you last, you stop being afraid and accepts the hell faith gives you. I lift my head, ignoring the pain and the cold angels of death dancing around me in mock beauty. I try scenting something, anything at all, but no such luck. Perhaps that is what i have earned myself, perhaps that is what i rightfully deserve. I lost Jenna, the girl who was supposed to be mine, to a halfbreed, to Balto. I lost my honour, my home, my life and was sold to a new owner. I never thought i would consider myself weak..

But that is what i have become is it not?. The once proud black and white Malamute full breed Steele, descendant of the best slay and fighting dogs in Nebraska, is now a broken stray dog crawling through the heavy snow in a storm determined to take all animal lives. I gasp for air but it is so hard to breath, it was hard to breath even before i became this exhausted, I feel so dizzy. My new owners made me wear a black collar that allowed very little room for breathing, it tore through my fur and into my skin where it sunk into my flesh as months passed by, and i still have it on now. The collar is a part of me. If i try to tug it off, my neck weeps tears of blood and the pain is even worse than the slow strangulation, i hated sleeping with it on, even in my sleep i could feel it like sharp hands around my neck, tightening every time my chest moved and loosening every time i let the air leave my lungs.

Ha! Look at me, look at what months of beating and working like a god damn slave have done to me. I cant believe that a full breed dog like me can give up like this, i have always been a fighter, i had to, if you dont fight you die or lose and i hated the feeling of defeat. I have always wanted to win everything and everyone over, wanted everyone to look at me because i hated being overlooked.. ..alone.. I still do, but perhaps this is for the best?

With a sigh of defeat i lie down behind a rock, it offers very little shelter, but that is irrelevant.

I close my eyes and try to think of a time long forgotten, the time when i won races and was a living legend.. I hate that half wolf bastard! He took everything away from me... no thats not true, i deserved it, and the halfbreed saved the children, guess thats a good thing...

That's one of the things you learn when both your body and soul is beaten by the way. You learn that you deserve it. I dont think I'm even the same dog anymore. My name Steele has nothing to do with the real steel. I'm not like steel now and I'm sure i have never been, even though i believed once that i was strong and untouchable, glittering in the sun like real steel, catching every one's eyes with strength and will.

Now, i am nothing but a weak, broken mutt. I take a deep breath and curl up further, a habit i have developed during my ordeal, curling up like a sleeping cat when i rest, its unnatural for a dog but it feels safer somehow, i dont know why.

A whine makes it through my sore throat when the aching in my leg suddenly flares and i think of the dog who inflicted these wounds.

His name is Mace. He was one of three dogs who were already living in the new "home" i was given to. It was a house far from Nome aswell as far from all other villages and cities. I still remember the first meeting with Mace and the others.. A light shimmers somewhere in the corner of my eyes and i remember, gods, i remember it so clearly:

" Well, well! Lookie here! A little foxy loxy has come to live with us" He was a large dog, a German with pitch black eyes. I growled at him and held both tail and head high, thought i was something, tried to look intimidating.
The other two dogs, both husky and both gray, laughed. Mace stepped closer to me with a smile
" Whats your name foxy?" I huffed and answered "Steele"
He nodded and smiled in a friendly way, but his eyes sparkled with something i immediately feared, i did not let it show though, i never do
" Aren't you gonna ask me what MY name is my little domino fox beauty?"

I rolled my shoulders and eyes as if the entire conversation was boring me to death, i was often called a beauty or handsome by dogs and humans alike so the fact that HE said it meant nothing to me, if only i had known the venom with which he poisoned that word " Like i care what your name is mutt, and i am NOT your ANYTHING!" The grey dogs laughed again and i growled at them, tail bristling in fury "What are YOU two idiots laughing at!?"
The German stepped right in front of me, his nose dangerously close to mine " They are laughing at you! Because you are pathetic and ridiculous!"
I snarled at him, death was written in my eyes and I opened my jaws to deliver at spiteful bite to his neck, but he was already over me and smashed his body into mine with such a force that is send me backwards into a wall. Before i could get up he had placed a paw on my back and the two other dogs were right on top of me, holding me down. Mace leaned over untill his snout was right next to my ear and whispered " Don't worry my beautiful pup, we will make sure that that ego of yours will be killed right away, now.. scream for me little puppy"

It hurt so very much, and i had no idea how to handle it afterwards since i had never considered being.. You know..

Raped

I fought for all i was worth, but Mace was bigger and stronger and had two other dogs holding me down. I pretended nothing had happened after it was over and acted as confident as ever, Mace hated it and demanded that i submitted to him, that was his exact words. He wanted me to surrender to him and be his. I did not understand Mace at all, only humans had dogs as pets and still this German wanted me to be his and his alone. I tried to be strong, convinced myself i could endure anything life gave me, but when the raping continued the next night, and the next, and the next, and the night after that, when Mace fought me everyday, taunted me constantly and my owner beat and starved me for mistakes that was not even mine... I just broke. I started crying like a wounded fox cub when he was done using me one night and we both knew in that instant that i had finally started cracking in the edges.

That night he bowed down and licked the tears off of my fur, telling me that if i would just submit to him i wouldn't have to experience pain and suffering. I hate myself for leaning into the touch and crying into his fur while he kept whispering soothing words to me. That's when i started sleeping curled up like a cat, i think. I tried running away once but they caught me, and after my human beat me and dragged me into the abandoned stable, the other dogs finished the job with teeth and jaws, there was no comfort from Mace then, he said i deserved it for disobeying him, for disobeying my master.. the master being him and not the cruel human i had to call owner.

This time i had managed to escape. They were not there when i ran away and they would never dare move out into this storm, they know that it would be suicide just like I do. I ran and walked for hours with no breaks and no time to rest untill i got here.

Now I'm dying.

It is the best thing that could happen to me actually. If i die then there is no more pain, no more humiliation, no more Mace and no more hurting because of these fading memories of past glory and strength that will never return. I whine when the tears that have managed to fall from my tightly shut eyes freezes into pearls of silver and stick to my fur coat like jewelery under my eyes

" So this is the end.." I whisper in a voice that not even i myself can hear. I feel warmth spread through my body and all the pain seems to be gone now.
That's the beauty about dying in the snow. The cold takes all the pain away before it kills you, it is said that winter in Nebraska is a beautiful white snow fox, alluring with her beauty, deadly and merciless, but granting peace to the ones who surrender to her.

I have no more strength left. Perhaps Steele would have been able to continue this travel, to fight the elements back and shout at the winds, but he drifted away like melting snowflakes in a blazing fire the very first time i let tears fall from my hail coloured eyes.

Steele, I dont even deserve that name anymore, Steele is not the one dying in the snow right now, only me. I dont even know WHO i am.. a dog who others call something as dirty and cheating as a fox..I'm so pathetic, I'm so weak, i hate myself for what i have become and my heart aches so much under the weight of all this horror, loss and sorrow. I just want this to end..please, please let it end. I dont want this anymore, oh god, i dont want this..

Darkness fills my soul and i welcome it. When i let go of consciousness I'm taking in the fact that this time I wont wake up again...

The blood is red,. It surrounds my broken, lifeless body like a flower spreading its petals in the colourless snow. A dark and white pearl is lying in the middle, a soul that was once so alive now so dull and still.
A black tulip in a field of white roses perhaps?

The perfect picture of death and sorrow, while the winds continue to howl in agony.

Something breaks through the thick curtain of shadows that engulfs me. I hear a different sort of voice that is not from wolf nor dog lungs, but it does not matter, nothing does at this point, not anymore.
I let myself fade away.. for the second time in my life.

"Oh no, Oh no! Is he dead!? Luk move away"

" Mmmemmme? Oo"

" How should i know if hes breathing or not.. "

"mmmemem? : / "

"No,I dunno who he is.. WOW, hes not dead.. What do we do, what do we do!! What would uncle Boris do!"

" mememe (´´) - ?"

" Luk! Your a genius! Pick him up, pick him up... TO THE BEAR CAVE!"

"Mhee :D "

Who were they? Demons?

It all fades to black..

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Soo.. Did you like it?