Rango © Gore Verbinski
OC's © AssassinsxTwist
Bad Company
Through the window pane, dirty with dust and worn with age. Her emerald optics scanned the horizon line. Feeling the torrid drafts of air from the Mojave blowing in from outside. A place so foreign to the speckled rattlesnake that it was like another dimension. So alienated and barren compared to the old compound she lived in. Behind a sheet of glass in a 6 foot wide aquarium, just for her and her alone. The snake flicked her tongue and went to viewing the old door that hung on it's remaining hinges. Any day it could just fall off and allow the arid weather in. Something the snake had never grown accustomed to during her shadowed life style.
"Oye!"
Through the wooden door burst one of the humans she seen every day. Behind followed a muzzled pitbull, furious growls of anger and rage escaping from the depths of his jowls. He would turn out like the others, the dog would never know what hit him when he got below. For as long as she could remember the place her human ran was a facility for dogs, and even sometimes roosters. Every night groups of people would make their way through the main part of the compound and climb downstairs. Where you could hear the sounds of dogs growling, fighting, tearing at each other and howls of pain. Amongst the drunken laughter and yelling of the crowds of gambling people that would come every evening. Her human had referred to it as a 'The Dog Fighting' business.
"You have more? Take er' down."
Shoshona looked at the dog, seeing the fear that hid away behind his deep chocolatey eyes as the black haired man disappeared with him behind the locked door. Dragging the reluctant dog with him, clomping all the way down the creaky old steps. Afterwards, her human or better referred to as Don by the humans. Approached her tank. Hanging by its tail from his clasped hands was a twitching albino rat. It looked delicious - and it was plump.
"Ya hungry, Zoe?"
The mesh tank top came off and down he dropped a half dead/ half stunned rat. Shoshona felt her mouth water, her eyes narrowed as she slithered forward. Her hunger controlling her movements. She coiled up and sat there. Watching it from behind her fallen log and under the vegetation. The rat rolled onto it's side, climbed to it's feet and looked around curiously, itching himself. "H- Hello?"
Shoshona smiled wolfishly, chuckling to herself. The laugh seemed to echo around the sanctuary as she came in for the kill."W-w-who's t-there?" With that she came forward and striking down hard and biting into him. He yelped in fright and in pain. Quickly she coiled herself around him and within minutes he was dead from the venom and already eaten. The rat tasted great and she was now content with her situation. Don smiled to himself, complimenting her skills and walked off joining the rest of the men downstairs.
Shoshona from the safety of her rock, laid there. Unable to sleep from the sound uprising from below in the basement.
"Get him!" "Finish him off! Finish him off!" "Rip his throat out!"
She hissed to herself in annoyance and looked around. It was dark and the only light that made it's way in was the moonlight. Giving Shoshona the only reassurance in the foreboding blackness that swallowed up the whole place. Even as a feared predator among the Mojave, she still had her fears. Fears of death, fear of being controlled, but one fear that always reared it's ugly head was fear of the darkness. Though it was more or less the fear the unknown. She imagined creatures of the darkness crawling slowly towards her until they consumed her body.
"Aw fuck no!" "Shit!"
An uproar of cheering happened, laughter followed behind and then a long drawn out state of silence. A few minutes passed and came the same man Shoshona had seen earlier from the basement. Under his breath he swore and cursed at himself. An unfamiliar scent wafted from the cellar as man came up. Dropping something large onto the ground and mumbling something to the black haired man. The smell was much stronger now and it was all to familiar now, finally untouched by the smoke of drugs, the beer and god knows what else the humans kept down there. It was blood, a faded fear scent, and death. She watched as he picked up whatever was on the floor and slung it over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. As she allowed her green eyes to follow it, the silhouette of the man was clear as he walked out of the building. And what she spotted on his shoulder all to shocked her. It was the same dog, the very pit bull that had made it's way into the facility. He never knew what had come to him and now the poor thing was dead. The whole left side of his face was chewed out and his muzzle was missing a hunk of lip. The blood of the dog dripped onto the floor. Leaving the scent in the room long after the dog was taken out and burned in the pit. The smell of death, and burning flesh made the snake cringe and be thankful that she wasn't in a situation like that.
When the black haired man returned his face was scrunched up and his hands were covered with char and blood.
"God damn...I can't believe what the fuck just happened..."
Down trodden, the man looked around and grabbed a rusty stool and sat down. He began wiping his hands clean of blood and placed the rag back in his pocket.
"Son of a bitch took all I had.. the prick!"
"He knew.. He knew my dog had no chance against his and he took all the fucking money, the damn cheating bastard!"
The man looked up and balled his fists, slapping his knees, then getting up and punching the wall.
"All my money!"
There was nothing but pure hatred in his voice and the anger that fueled him began to make him think of the devilish acts he could do. The thought of murder crossed his mind, but even he knew that he could never do that to a human, of all one of his business partners. But he could do it to one of his most prized pets - Zoe. Without thinking the man walked forward, and grabbed a long switch blade from his pocket. Don could take all of his money, but he would take the life of his precise rattler.
"C'mer snake."
Shoshona threateningly shook her rattle, coiling up defensively. She'd been raised as an egg and nurtured by Don and sometimes this very man. They would both feed her and provide care for her. And a quote she had always told herself was 'Never bite the hand that feeds you.' But now it was different, but she had no clue with what he wanted from her. But as the tank came off and he began to smirk as she did when about to come in for the kill. She knew there was something wrong, very very wrong.
He reached down quickly and grabbed her around the neck. Squeezing so tightly she thought that her eyes would pop from her skull. Her heart began racing, so many thoughts began running through her head. What did she ever do to him? She had abided by them and their rules, been good and never bitten anyone. But now he wanted to kill her and for what? Just sitting there and not harming anyone. Had he gone mad.
The man went outside, still constricting Shoshona in his ironclad fist. The night was still young and it had to be around midnight. In the distance coyotes sang solace to the silent moon. Their calls fading into the distance until it was just the lonely west wind that blew.
"Don stole what was rightfully mine. Now I'll kill what is his." And with that he forcefully slammed her down onto a table. The knife came slamming down and sliced her side open, he came down again and sliced another part of her side. Shoshona couldn't help but writhe in pain, blood beginning to gush from those stab marks. One more time he would come down, stabbing right through her head. But he never got the chance because in the dark of the night and in the distance he stopped. Hearing sirens, seeing those spinning lights, a cloud of dust in the distance picking up behind the squadron. It was the police...
"Humans Talking" "Animals/ Shoshona Talking" 'Hearing others talk' Thoughts
A/N- My first Rango fanfic! I hope my character isn't jumping the Mary Sue fence, if so please point it out. Yay for cliffhangers 8D and I apologize for the swearing. Also I appreciate reviews, especially ones that have constructive criticism in them ( not being an asshole though _ ) and thanks to all in advance for reading, reviewing, faving and all that shizz!
I do not support dog fighting, dog violence, animal violence or any of that! Please don't get the wrong impression! I have a few animals of my own and I would never treat them like this!
