A/N I own all the made-up characters. Not any from the series.
Chapter 1: I no longer want a puppy for Christmas
Ugh. Stupid cops and their logic... oh, sorry. I forgot to introduce myself. I'm Eli Anders. I'm 12 years old. I live in Manhattan, Upper West side, with my father, Jonathan Anders. It's just been us since I was six months old. Oh, and Ray, my 10-year-old beloved tabby cat.
So anyway, I woke up to the sound of a police siren. Not unusual, since I live in New York. But these were much louder, more intense. The last time they were this loud was the day a giant pig flew by my window with a statue on its back. I opened up the blinds and saw a dozen police cars outside my door.
I ran down the stairs to see my father on the floor with blood running down the side of his face. There was shattered glass scattered around his unconscious body. I screamed.
"Just stay there, son, we'll come inside as soon as that ten-foot-tall dog is taken care of." the rough voice of a police officer said.
Wait. What? I turned around slowly. The next thing I knew, I was face-to-face with—you guessed it—a ten-foot-tall dog. "WOOOF!!" My ears are ringing. That's the loudest thing I've heard since that pig flew by my window. The giant hound growled. I started to slowly back away, but the dog lunged. The police opened fire. The massive canine got within an inch of my face- and exploded into dust.