Bolt: Revenge
"WHERE IS IT?!!"
A man in a white coat sat petrified in his office chair. His eyes were deadlocked on a brown dog.
The dog was scrawny and looked malnourished. He had a severely mutilated right eye.
"I-I don't know what you're talking about!" The man replied.
"Doc, don't lie to me. I've been lied to too many times for one lifetime. Where are the cages?"
The doctor shook his head. "We don't have…cages."
The dog scratched behind his ear. "Well then…I guess it's time for…how do you humans call it?"
He thought a second. "Ah. Good cop. Bad cop."
The doctor squealed in fear. The dog smashed his paw down on the man's hand. There was a crunch.
The man shrieked in pain. Blood began streaming from his now useless appendage.
"WHERE IS IT?!!"
The doctor put up his remaining hand. "Here. The control panel for the holding cell is over here."
"Holding cells. You people disgust me." The dog growled.
The doctor pointed to the keypad.
"Open it." The dog said calmly.
"WHAT?!!" The doctor exclaimed. "I'm not…"
The dog leaped forward, placing his paw on the doctor's throat.
"I guess a hand isn't enough of a message. How'd you like it if I crushed your head?"
The doctor nodded. "I-I'll do it…"
He tapped in some numbers on the keypad. There was a metallic clink and then a sound of loud growling.
Six dogs limped and crawled into the room. They each had an expression of pain and confusion upon their faces.
They looked first at the brown dog, then at the doctor, clearly unsure of what to do.
"Hello my friends." The brown dog said.
The six dogs stared at the dog, puzzled.
"Who're you?" A small gray one asked.
"Me?" The dog smiled. "I am like you. I am different. I am never hungry. I never sleep. I am indestructible. And I have been shut away for these offences. Ones I did not intentionally commit. Powers."
The growling dogs had gone silent. The gray one spoke again.
"So…what do you want?"
The dog smiled pleasantly. "I want to use this power. I want you all to use this power. Together we can show the humans what kind of a mistake they have made. I want you for revenge."
The doctor was staring at his shattered, bleeding hand.
The dog turned to him and smiled menacingly. "You don't have to feel the pain."
The doctor turned and stared at the dog. "What?"
The dog suddenly let loose a stream of green beams from his eyes. There was a scream as the doctor was sliced in two.
"In fact…you don't have to feel anything at all." The dog said coldly.
The other dogs stared at the dead doctor. "Nice shot. So what do you want from us? Other than that there…revenge thing?"
"We can't have our revenge yet." The dog explained. "First we must find the eighth surviving experiment."
"Well…how do we do that? And who are you anyway?" The gray dog asked.
The dog looked around him and smiled.
"My name is Rev. Anyone want to meet a celebrity?"