The man and his dog.

The sound of hard rain drops sounded on the roof of a small cozy house in Atlanta Georgia. The house was silent except for a man and his German Shepherd companion. The black and brown pup, named Miya, was staring up at her master as if she was expecting something. The dirty blonde haired man had his eyes fixated on his computer. His brow furrowed and his thin pink lips pursed with concentration. The young dog let out a soft whine and slightly nudged her master's elbow, asking for attention.

"Not now, Miya." He waved her off a bit as his fingers started to dance on the keyboard. Not long after that did Miya tugged on his blue jeans with her teeth as her bushy tail slowly wagged side to side. The man rolled his eyes a bit but then chuckled and logged off of his computer. "Okay okay, you win." That earned a happy yelp from the young German shepherd, her tail wagged more and she jumped up on her owner. Her large paws landed on his built chest and she licked his face making him smile and scratch her back, which she liked very much.

The man held the name of Trystan Winters, a 19 year old college student. He was about 6 foot with a nice fit body but Just a little lanky. And with his nice wavy short dirty blonde hair and hazel eyes he wasn't too bad with ladies either but that didn't mean he wanted them. All he needed, he thought, was his dog and that's it. He smiled, showing a dimple on his chin. He took a rope that Miya grabbed ahold of and threw it across the hall so she could run for it. The dog let out a loud happy bark as she ran after it.

The sound of Trystan's phone filled the room as the young man was about to throw the rope again. He looked over at the collar ID and he felt irritation build up inside of him. 'A month. This has been happening for a freaking month!' He thought as he grabbed the phone. The same mysterious number has been calling his phone for a month now. They always said, "soon. Very soon." Then hung up. Or sometimes they would be quiet as Trystan kept asking for who it was. So in result Trystan ignored the calls completely. He had ignored the calls for about two weeks and he finally had enough.
The hazel eyed man answered the phone and was about to raise his voice at the person on the other line when a voice cut him off.

"It's time."

Trystan felt a shiver of creepiness crawl up his spine as the person on the other side hung up and silence was hung in the room. He slowly set the phone down and looked at Miya, who looked stiff and alert. Her ears pricked, her stance tall and she had her caramel brown eyes on her master, watching him. She could feel the major uneasiness radiating off of him and she was a little confused but she knew that she had to stay alert. For him. Trystan's Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed a bit.

Something wasn't right and he could feel it. At first he thought that some stupid kids got ahold of his number and were prank calling him, but who would keep a prank like this for over a month? It made no sense to him. Out of all people, why was he being harassed? He was just a college student who doesn't even have much money. He didn't have the best job in the world but it payed enough to pay for the rent, food and the rest of the things he needed to pay for. In pure confusion he stood and locked his doors and went to the kitchen, his pup trotting right behind him. He grabbed a glass and filled it with water, when it was filled he put it against his bottom lip, tilted it back and drank the water as it slipped into his throat. The cold water helped his situation a little, it made his mind clear just enough so he could slow down his racing thoughts. He leaned over the counter and looked out the window, rain pounding down and hitting the glass. His eyes wandered down to his dog who was standing watching him beside him.

"What's happening, Miya?" He asked even though he didn't expect an answer. Though, by the sound of her name the young pup wagged her tail slowly and briefly.

Suddenly he saw something small darted quickly right behind his dog and it landed on her hind leg. The dog let out a yelp of surprise and a bit of pain, then two more small objects did the same. Trystan quickly bent down to his dog and saw pen sized little objects with a red furry part at the end. it was tranquilizing darts. Miya whimpered and snuggled into her master's arms for comfort as she looked around quickly, though she was doing it a bit sluggishly. The pup let out a quiet growl. Trystan flinched when he felt a sharp pain on his arm and he looked down at it. His hazel eyes widened a bit as he saw the same stuck into his arm. He tried to take it out but he was soon feeling disoriented. His dog, who was slowly laying down, was looking blurry.

"Miya..." He whispered as she laid down and fell into unconsciousness.

His shaky hands buried themselves into her dark fur as he slowly laid down beside his dog. Through his blurry vision he saw some figures walk through his door as if it were unlocked. Trystan watched as the figures walked over. And that's when darkness consumed him, his eyelids slowly drooped and he went limp. Just like his dog, the 19 year old slowly fell unconscious just as someone stood right in front of him.