Author's Note: I got around releasing two fanfictions today, one which will be done after a few hours, and this one. It is, again, Quagmire/Brian, but a lot more tragic. Enjoy it while you still can! Yellow-Stripes out.
Another bright morning at the Griffin's household. The smell of waffles, pancakes, eggs and bacon polluting the air with their freshness, attracting everyone at the table. Nobody could go there without being seen with their saliva dripping from their tongues. And especially nobody could resist Lois meals.
"KIDS! BREAKFAST IS READY!" Lois yelled, so Chris and Meg have brought this to their attention. Brian, as always, grabbed his coffee mug, poured some in there and drank the warm liquid which was a crucial part of his day. He was thinking on what he should do today. Writing down new ideas for a new book? Nah. Today he wanted to do something interesting, something which can really make your time worth. And he figured it out.
"Alright, I think I am gonna head out for a walk. Got a lot of things on my head right now, and think this could clear em' up." Brian announced, raspy. Yesterday was the day when he got hit by Quagmire's car, and being hit on the neck by the impact, resulting in his vocal cords being a little dry from the incident.
"Sure Brian, just be careful." Lois allowed him, but she was still worried about Quagmire being at large.
Without any further hesitation, he started walking to the door, but not before being stopped by Stewie grabbing his arm abruptly.
"What is it Stewie?"
"Bry, please….really do be careful." As a true friend, Stewie couldn't help but worry about him too.
"Hey, don't worry kid, I'll be fine." And as a sign, he patted him comfortly on his shoulder. He then went to the door and opened it, revealing a beautiful view in front of him.
He was greeted by a wave of fresh air through his face, the birds chirping, and the warm pavement. The sun was shining in all it's glory, the sky was clear as day, and today particulary the weather was perfect.
"Great! Nature has a good way of distracting me. Let's see where this goes….."
10 MINUTES EARLIER
Quagmire was pacing back and fourth in anger. He hated that damn dog so much! And even after his warning, he STILL couldn't process the threat of staying away from his view. All those years being his friend, and now he acts like such a douchebag! Sure, he is a friendly dog who doesn't hurt anyone, but he is just so fucking ahead of himself! As he was ranting, he saw Brian passing by his house, not before stopping by and talking to a friend of his. Just during that, Quagmire saw the perfect opprotunity to cleanse this little "obstacle" out of his life. To end his unwanted hours of anger towards him. Revenge absorbed his mind, and without having the slightest idea of what he was going to do, he grabbed his gun and opened the door carefully, whlist peaking the gun's barrel out of the entrance. Perfect….That was what was ringing inside of his head, leaving echos behind it. Perfect…
"So, yeah, that is really what's been happening lately in my life Jake. Nothing much."
"Well, thanks for telling me Brian."
He was finishing up the conversation, but not before noticing a gun barrel etching from Quagmire's door.
"HOLY CRAP! JAKE, GET DOWN!"
"What's-" Jake couldn't finish his question, because he heard a shot fire, echo through Spooner Street and pierce Brian through his stomach. The scream he let out was so terrifying, he cringed. His friend was shot…He couldn't process it.
"BRIAN! BRIAN! STAY WITH ME MAN! HELP, HEELP!" Jake tried his best to yell out at any incoming pedestrians or bystanders, and also began applying pressure to Brian's wound. While on the other hand, Brian let out a couple of moans and grunts. Jake saw the door to the Griffin household bolt open, as well as the Swanson's with the families going out to see what's going on. What they saw was not for their hearts. Extreme shock and guilt went through them and impaled their hearts through like a spear. A true companion, a friend, a family member, has been shot…..
"DEAR GOD! LOIS, CALL 9-1-1, AND GET THE KIDS INSIDE! JOE, COME HELP ME!" Peter yelled, truly displaying intelligence at a situation like this. He just could not comprehend his best-buddy being shot, and bleeding on the pavement. He went to Jake with Joe and they both started helping by also applying a lot of pressure to the wound. Brian will get through this, he just has to!
"Yes, he has been shot in the stomach and bleeding! He has lost a lot of blood! Please, come here quick!" Lois was pleading for help.
"Brian! Brian, buddy! Who did this to you?! I swear on my mother's grave I will kill them!"
"P-P-Peter…" Brian let out the words in a soft, quiet voice, almost like a whisper.
"Yes pal?!"
"Q-Quagmire….shot m-me….." Brian let out in a final stand-ish breath and slumped to the ground, unconscious. Peter sensed the dog's lungs doing their last performance for now.
"BRIAN! BRIAN, NOOOO!" Those last words were all Brian could hear before falling into a dark, deep oblivion he was going to be stuck in for the next few hours.
AN: What's going to happen to Brian? Will Quagmire be lead to justice, or will he be killed by Peter's rage? Find out half of those answers in the next chapter!
