Chapter 2: Fresh Meat

-Zootopian Country Side-

-Approximately 25 Miles Outside of Belmont-

Spark was currently still listening to Green Fields as he drove down the road leading into Belmont, although he had turned it down a bit once he began encountering large groups of infected. The last thing he wanted was to attract hundreds those "things" to wherever his next stop was. Trees began appearing more frequently as well. Spark could only suggest that he was in a driving into forest riddled ecosystem, yet the surrounding structures were completely plain, which suggests a completely diverse community, so he expected to find predators and prey of all types.

Just over the horizon, dark smoke filled the air, with one stream of smoke being incredibly close by, like down the street close by. Spark presumed the smoke was a burning vehicle or house, yet he was curious to what it was. Fortunately, the smoke stream was down the street, so he'll end up passing it no matter what.

The constant sound of crackling fire filled the air, as Spark slowed down to get a view of a burning pile of tires on the road. Suddenly a bullet came whizzing through his windshield almost shattering it completely. "HOLY SHIT!" Spark yelled out loud, as he ducked down and pressed down on the accelerator, causing the car to skid forward.

A hailstorm of bullets was suddenly fired upon the muscle car from the surrounding forest, which gave Spark no choice but remain ducked down, which also obstructed his view from the road. Spark heard a sudden *POP* as bullets penetrated one of his tires causing him to lose control of the vehicle.

The car skidded to its side and began flipping on its side until it came to complete stop upside down after three complete rollovers. Spark was held upside down due to his seatbelt, which may have possibly saved his life, blood dripped from a gash on the top of his head, his ears were ringing, and his vision was blurred, he groaned in pain when he tried to move his appendages. He did the mistake of unfastening his seat belt, which caused him to fall down on his already banged up head. "Shit!" Spark cried out.

The song Green Fields was still miraculously playing in the background, despite the car being in a total wreck. Spark tried to maneuver himself out of his current position. Spark heard a pair of footsteps approaching his car, and spotted the pair of feet approaching from just ahead of the car. The pair stopped next to his window and kneeled down, which allowed the head that belonged to the pair of feet to peep into his smashed window. "HE'S STILL ALIVE, PA!" The figure yelled out, licking his lips. The figure appeared to be foul smelling, welt infested, and overall disgusting, brown and black spotted male wolf. "Wait until you meet momma, city boy." The wolf smiled, revealing a set of missing, yellow, and crooked teeth.

Spark coughed blood onto the wolf's face, who licked it right up without hesitation. "Yer a mighty fine catch." The wolf chuckled.

"Move aside boy! I wanna take a good look at him." Another voice called out, which sounded older than the wolf looking at him.

"He looks perfect, Pa." The wolf said as he kneeled back up, followed by another set of feet appearing next to his window. A new head peeped into his window, revealing a similar looking wolf, but older.

"Yer right boy, he does look mighty fine. Mmmm, he looks like he'll burn really well too." The new wolf smacked his lips, as he reached for him. "Help me get him out." The wolf said to the other wolf, who kneeled down and reached for him as well.

"No... Please." Spark managed to wheeze out before he was dragged out of his car. Sunlight struck his eyes, which blinded him for a split second. The wolves laid him out on the ground and stared down at their prize.

"Wait a minute, Pa. Ain't he one of them army men?" The 'young' wolf said.

"Why yer right, he is!" The 'older' wolf said as he spit down onto Spark's bloody face. "Let's knock him out, and take him to yer momma." The older wolf said.

Spark was completely helpless in defending himself and watched as the younger wolf raised an AK-47, that was strapped to his back, into the air and he brought it down onto Spark's head, effectively knocking him out cold.

-Town of Belmont-

-Unknown Location-

-5 Hours Later-

The sudden scent of raw meat and a combination of old and new blood filled Spark's nostrils, as he slowly regained consciousness. He could feel a massive pounding in his head, as an intense headache settled itself inside his head. He couldn't open his eyes, and also felt that his arms and legs were being held in place, finding it impossible to move them, after a few minutes of regaining consciousness, Spark's ears mysteriously picked up the sound of a wailing baby, and a weeping women, which incredibly frightened the husky, he screamed out, and flailed himself around frantically. He heard the sound of clanking chains as he flailed himself around.

Spark's arms and legs had been chained to the corners of what appeared to be a bloodied wooden table with deep cuts all over its surface. "SOMEONE GET ME THE FUCK OUTTA HERE!" Spark screamed out at the top of his lungs. He heard the wailing got closer to him, and he couldn't help but tightly squint his already closed eyes, and sob quietly to himself.

After several minutes of nonstop wailing, everything became eerily silent. Spark was breathing heavily, as he peeked his ears, searching for any sort of sound, but all he heard was the sound of constant dripping coming from an unknown source. He forced his eyes open and painfully lifted his head and was able to see a dim yellow light above a metal door made of scraps before fatigue suddenly kicked in and his eyelids became heavy. Spark slowly dozed off once again.

Two more hours had passed since Spark had lost consciousness once again, and he his overwhelming exhaustion was slowly beginning to dissipate. The same smelly essence lingered into his nostrils, yet when he opened his eyes, he was surrounded by darkness. Except for a yellow light above a metal door, he could only presume was his way out of this place.

Spark yanked down on his arm with all his might, but the chains didn't budge, so he tried the same with his legs, but received the same results, unfortunately. He moved his head back to look at his paws and was able to barely a glimpse of what holding him in place; it was a pair of rusty handcuffs, which were cuffed to the upper legs of the table, he moved his head forward to look at his feet, and was able to spot another pair of handcuffs holding them down, which were cuffed to the bottom legs of the table. But in the process of looking down at his feet, he noticed that his feet were bare, followed by his legs, and his toned out chest. "I'm naked! Great..." Spark said to himself.

A few minutes passed, as Spark accessed his situation and walking through any possible escape scenario in his mind, but before he could come up with a final verdict the metal door swung suddenly swung open. Spark growled viscously when he saw who it was.

"Look Pa! He's awake!" The young wolf said, pointing at Spark, who was wearing bloody blue overalls over a bloody white T-shirt.

"Good, You better go get yer momma." The father of the younger wolf said, who ran out of the ground room yelling "momma".

"Now where is that darn light?" The older wolf said as he moved into the dark areas of the room. He was wearing dirty blue jeans with a wrinkled red checkered button up shirt. "Ah! Here it is!" The wolf yelled out loud, which was followed by a blinding light. Spark squinted his eyes, and slowly opened them to allow his eyes to adjust to the immense light, his growling had suddenly stopped once he began looking around examining his surroundings. What he saw would be imprinted inside his head forever.

Spark looked all over the now lit room and was shocked at what he saw. Mutilated bodies of all species hung all over the ceiling with their blood dripping into buckets, while numerous appendages were kept inside large metal containers, which were overfilled with blood. Gallons of crimson red blood was also smeared all over the walls and floor. Spark also saw corpses that were completely skinned, and headless sealed in bloodied plastic bags. He couldn't help but scream out in fear, but the older wolf grabbed him by the muzzle.

"Shhh, don't worry. Everything is going to be okay." He said, as he stuck out his tongue, and took a long wet lap at the side of Spark's head. Spark let out a muffled scream. The wolf let go of Spark's muzzle and slowly backed away. He reached for his waist and began removing his leather belt from his belt loops.

"LET ME OUT OF HERE YOU INBRED SON OF A BITCH!" Spark yelled out in complete rage, as the wolf slid the belt off his waist, while he made a sadistic smile in response. He made a loop with his belt and whipped Spark on his bare side causing the belt to emit a *SMACK* sound. Spark yelped as the belt made contact with his body, the wolf continuously whipped him, until Spark was bawling, and begging for the wolf to stop. He gritted his teeth, as the belt once again slapped him across his bare side.

Before the wolf could land another smack, he was stopped midway by a knocking from the metal door's location. "Am I interrupting something baby?" A female voice called out.

"Sweetheart!" The older wolf panted, dropping his belt wielding arm to his side. "I was just warming him up for you."

Spark looked at the female's general direction with teary eyes, she was a wolf as well practically having the same genetic traits as the older male wolf, she was also was overweight.

"I brought momma, Pa!" The younger wolf came walking in holding a tray, which had a single plate, and a dirty glass cup.

"Thanks, sweety. This is why I love you." The female wolf said to the older male wolf, who was currently putting his belt back on.

"Momma, why do we have to feed this city boy a piece of our dinner?" The younger male wolf said, placing the tray on a rolling table, before moving it over to Spark's right side.

"Because Otis, what's a good tasting dog without a little food in his system." The female replied, walking up to the right side of the wooden table. She reached for the tray on the rolling table, and gently tore a piece off of something sitting on the plate. She brought down a piece of cooked meat to Spark's nostrils, who took a big whiff. He quickly recoiled his head and took a look at what she was holding in her paw. "What hell is that...? WHAT THE HELL IS THAT!?" Spark repeated as she brought the piece of meat to his lips.

"You've never had DEER before? Yer gonna love it!" She said, trying to feed it to Spark. "Honey, would you be so kind as to open his mouth for me?"

"Why sure thing sweetheart!" The older wolf joyful replied, chuckling, as he used one of his paws to grab his jaw while the other held the upper part of Spark's muzzle. He grunted, as he slowly pried Spark's mouth open.

Spark shook his head in disagreement, but it was inevitable. Sure he was a meat-eating predator, but he was taught that all animals live in peace and harmony, and reverting back to his primitive ancestral ways was the worst thing any predator could do. To put it in simple terms; it was like committing murder, although fish, birds, and chickens were exceptions, but by being fed a piece of "deer" was like eating someone... Someone he took an oath to protect.

The chubby female wolf saw as Spark's jaw separated from his upper muzzle and took the opportunity to force the piece of deer meat in-between his teeth and into his mouth. Spark immediately rejected the piece of meat, but the older male wolf quickly held his muzzle shut to stop him from puking it out. "Chew boy! CHEW!" The older wolf yelled at Spark's sick face, as he grasped onto his nose; obstructing his breathing.

Spark let out muffled cries and gags, but eventually, the lack of air became unbearable and he was forced to submit into chewing on the piece of deer meat. "Swallow it!" The wolf ordered. Spark forced himself to swallow the deer meat, shuddering afterward. He began to shake uncontrollably like a little puppy, as the female wolf returned to the plate, he was praying that his torture would all end soon, but his undeserved torment was long from over.

"How did it taste boy?" The chubby female wolf asked, getting another strip of deer from the plate. Spark stayed quiet, the female wolf frowned and grew agitated with his silence. "Don't make me do something I'll regret boy, so answer my question." She warned. Spark stayed silent letting his stubbornness get the best of him. She growled angrily and grabbed a knife she had hidden inside one of her pockets, which she probably used for self-defense, and slowly shook her head and chuckled sadistically. In a blink of an eye, she brought the knife into the air and slammed it down towards one Spark's open paws. Spark opened his mouth to scream out in pain, as the knife cut straight through his right paw, and she took the opportunity to chuck the other piece of deer meat into his mouth and close it on him, holding his mouth shut. "EAT IT AND TELL ME HOW IT TASTES!" She yelled.

Spark felt warm tears flow down the sides of his face, the knife had gone straight through his paw, blood oozed from the wound, and slowly crawled it's way to the edge of the table, before dripping onto to the floor below. He tried moving his paw but flinched at the amount of pain radiating off of it. Spark swallowed the surprisingly delicious piece of deer meat, but he reminded himself that it was a citizen he being forced to consume.

"How was it?" The female wolf asked, lowering her face until it was only a few mere inches from Spark's muzzle. She released her grip around his muzzle and Spark coughed vigorously and gave her a hesitant response.

"It was... It was... G-Good." Spark replied, hoping that the fat mentally insane wolf would believe him, and hopefully calm her down.

She lifted her head and laughed. "I knew you'd love it!" She turned and reached for the dirty cup. "You must be thirsty, here have a drink." She said, lifting up Spark's head with one of her paws, while she used the other to bring the cup to lips. He took a big gulp of the liquid inside the cup thinking it was a cup of water but was horrified once the liquid reached his taste buds, his eyes widened when he discovered that the liquid had tasted like metal copper; the same flavor of blood. Spark quickly spit out whatever blood was still in his mouth, leaving blood stains all over his mouth, face, and chest.

"Now that you've been properly fed, I believe we should introduce ourselves." The female wolf said, motioning to herself and her family.

"Can I go first, momma!" The younger male wolf begged.

"Of course sweetheart." The female wolf replied.

The younger wolf walked up to the table Spark was laying on and introduced himself. "My name is Otis, and we're the O'Neil's!"

The older male wolf walked up next to "Otis" and introduced himself giving Spark a sick smile. "The names Lonnie." He said.

"And I'm Roxxy the family cook, butcher, and the sister of my beautiful husband Lonnie." She chuckled pulling the knife out of Spark's paw. "What's yer name?" Roxxy asked bringing the bloody knife up to his chin.

"Can't we just cut him up, momma?" Otis said.

"We have to follow our traditions, Otis," Roxxy replied. "Now what is it?"

Spark shook his head. "Fuck off."

"Woah, I think you've forgotten who's in control here," Roxxy said sliding the tip of the knife down his chin to his jugular. "Maybe you need to be reminded that you've got a wife to get to." She chuckled evilly.

Spark bared his teeth in rage. "How did you-" Spark was interrupted by Roxxy answering his unfinished question.

"I'm not as stupid as I look... Sparks." She said. "I've read yer uniform, and I've read your little journal too, I know all about yer dirty little deeds and yer cover-ups. You still hear them, don't you? You still hear them at night begging, and crying for mercy." Roxxy seemed to have hit a nerve, and Spark grew extremely enraged.

"IM GOING TO FUCKING KILL YOU!" Spark screamed as Roxxy continued playing her psychological game.

"Why didn't you stop? Were you afraid of what yer superiors would've done, or did you do it out of pleasure? How did it make you feel?" Roxxy questioned.

"SHUT UP!" Spark screamed once more, failing miserably at using his strength to break the cuffs, so he could make Roxxy regret every word she'd said.

"You army boys aren't here to save us, yer here to exterminate us! Trapping us inside our town with yer concrete walls, and yer fences." Roxxy said, slowly driving the knife into Spark's neck. "I feel sorry for yer wife."

"We would never harm innocent civilians!" Spark yelled, feeling the sharp tip of the knife's blade slowly cutting through the skin underneath his fur.

Roxxy pulled the knife away and placed it back into one of her pockets. Spark took in a sigh of relief, but he felt uncomfortable sensation of her running a paw down his muscular chest, stopping just above his groin. "To be honest, yer quite the cutie even if yer a cold blooded army boy." Roxxy chuckled, showing off her deformed yellow teeth.

"I'm not a cold-blooded killer unlike you and your mentally insane family." Spark spat.

Roxxy chuckled, retracting her paw back to her side. "Let's go get the big pot ready!" She joyfully says, "We're going to feast on fresh cut husky tonight." She chuckled, giving Spark a final sadistic grin before her and her family turned off the lights and left Sparks alone with his thoughts once more. He laid back his head and closed his eyes, he was hopeless. There was no way in hell he was going to be able to break out, yet he was filled with determination when he thought about the love of his life, his wife.

Spark readied himself for what he was about to do, he took in deep breaths and balled his paws into tight fists, flinching when tried to ball his impaled paw. "I hope all my weight lifting finally pays off." He said to himself. After a few minutes of deep breaths, he brought all of his strength to his arms, and suddenly tugged on the handcuffs with all his might. He felt as the cuffs began to cut his wrists, but eventually, the rusty chains snapped under all pressure. "I actually did it..." Spark said, sitting up and looking at his wrists with amazement. Unfortunately, he was going to have to find another way to break the cuffs still attached to his ankles.

Spark looked over to the cart holding the plate and cup and noticed a little key. He grabbed it and looked at it with a smile forming on his muzzle. "Smart my ass." He said, placing the key inside what remained of the cuffs on his wrists. After removing them, he leaned forward so he could reach the cuffs on his ankles. He threw the key to the side once he was completely free, he hopped off the table with a *SPLAT* as he fell down onto his left knee, while he caught himself with his intact paw. He looked down and saw that his paws were practically submerged under a puddle of collected blood. "Fucking gross." He said, painfully kneeling up from the puddle, he gripped onto his left knee, as he let out a painful whimper. "Must have messed up my knee during the crash." He said to himself, walking off the puddle with a slight limp, leaving behind a trail of red bloody paw prints.

The metal door was the final obstacle keeping Spark trapped in this gore filled hellhole, but fortunately, the O'Neil's never expected anyone to escape their captivity, or at least survive their first few hour there, so Spark was able to open the door via a door handle. He quietly stepped out the door, and carefully closed it behind him, making sure to make as less noise as possible. A large room was revealed. Tools, pipes, tires, car parts, and finally barrels of fuel. To the right side was a stairway going up, which suggested that Spark was in some sort of basement, or storm shelter.

In a corner, Spark noticed a familiar set of carelessly thrown camouflaged clothing, including a pair of black combat boots sitting on a workbench full of tools. He quickly limped over to the pile of clothing and also noticed both his handgun, and his knife were still in their respective sheaths, but Spark didn't celebrate. He quickly set aside everything but his trousers, which he was relieved to put on. Afterward, he put on an Olive Drab undershirt, which he tucked in, and after that, he dropped onto his bottom, so he could slip on his socks, and boots, which was followed by him blousing his trousers into his boots. He stood up and threw on his BDU top, after zipping it up, he grabbed and placed both the knife and pistol sheaths back in their original locations on his legs.

The now fully dressed husky rummaged through the workbench obviously looking for something. "Where the hell is it!?" He said slowly beginning to panicking, but when he found nothing he took in a deep breath to calm himself down, whatever was missing Spark wasn't going to leave without it. He walked over to stairway and looked up at each of the rotting brown wooden steps and was greeted by darkness once his eyes reached the top, he began taking slow hesitant steps up the stairs; each step caused an uneasy creaking to occur. Spark prayed the stairs didn't collapse underneath him, or he would surely alert the O'Neil's of his escape. Fortunately, he was able to reach the top without any mishaps, but now all that was left was a set of double wooden shelter like doors keeping him from freedom.

Spark gently pushed on the door, which opened without a hitch. He stepped out and found himself inside a medium sized wooden shed cramped with garden tools and other frightening tools he'd never seen before in his entire life. Streaks of dim white entered through various gaps, cricket also filled the air with their sweet tunes. Spark walked up to the shed's wooden door and twisted it's door knob, revealing a large wooden two-story house just about 100 feet away; it was also dark out. Bright yellow lights emitted from each of the house's windows.

Spark limped over to the house and once he reached the side of the house, he quickly leaned against it for a brief rest, since his injured knee was currently limiting what he could do. He took a deep breath and began moving along the side of the house, until he came across a back door, which he walked up to. He slowly extended a more towards the knob and slowly twisted it open, "unlocked? I really hope these savages aren't playing dumb with me." He quietly entered the estate, first noticing a long hallway with a wooden floor partially cover with a long red rug.

Spark leaned against the left wall, as he quietly made his way down, he also drew his knife and held it at the ready. He came across a door, which he tried opening, "locked..." He continued onwards checking every door/room he came across, but so far none of the rooms had what he was looking for.

"I fed our new friend upstairs, momma!"

Spark stopped and perked his furry ears at the sound of Otis's voice.

"Good boy, we'll fatten her up and we'll teach them neighbors what we do to trespassers." Roxxy's voice replied. "Now get yer pa to go check them fences."

"Yes, momma." Otis replied.

After noticing that the conversation had ended, Spark continued on his way until he eventually came across a stair case leading up to the second story. He quietly made his way up the stairs successfully avoiding any detection from the O'Neils. Once Spark reached the top he was once again greeted with another long hallway with more doors. "Great..." Spark sighed. He limped over to the closed door and quietly opens it revealed a dark bathroom, which smelled horrendous. Sparked gagged and quickly but quietly shut the door. "ACK! Smells like it hasn't been cleaned in months!"

Spark continued searching through the rooms, until he came across a large lit up room with a queen sized mattress and old dusty drawers, he limped inside and smiled when he saw what he was looking for. There sat his journal, and cassette player on a empty computer table, which also had his woodland tactical backpack leaning against it. Spark quickly collected his belongings and made his way out of the room, "Now to get out of this hellhol-" Spark was stopped mid-sentence by a barely audible muffled cry. Spark perked his ears to hone in on the sound, he turned his head until his eyes locked onto a closed door that he has yet to explore. He placed his journal inside a pocket on his jacket and placed the tape recorder inside his pack, which he left leaning against the side of the side door he was about to enter. There was another cry, but this time it was louder. Spark opened the door, which revealed a dark room, with a single bed in the middle, he reached for a light switch and flicked on the lights to the room revealing a tied up light gray female wolf laying bawling on the bed with duct tape covering her mouth.

Spark felt his eyes widen and he quickly limped over the female wolf, who had noticed the sudden flash of light. She let out a muffled scream when she noticed the knife wielding husky approaching her, but on closer inspection, Spark noticed she had a white shirt on with the upper part torn down vertically to reveal her peach colored bra and was also not wearing any pants, which revealed her peach colored undergarments and her fur was completely messy. Spark couldn't help but assume she was being abused by one of those psychopaths.

She squirmed when Spark reached for the duct tape covering her mouth. "Don't worry I'm here to help." Spark tried assuring her, but was replied by her literally screaming out pleas.

"Please don't hurt me! I'm sorry for sneaking into your property! Please don't kill me!" The gray female wolf cried.

Spark covered her mouth, and motioned for her to shush. "What part of 'I'm here to help you' don't you understand?" Spark said, which was replied by her making a sheepish expression. Spark removed his paw from her mouth and brought the knife down to her arms, so he could cut the rope retraining them, but unknown to Spark was that a certain chubby female wolf approached from behind.

"Watch out!" The gray female wolf screamed, as Roxxy wrapped a thick string of rope around Spark's neck. Spark gasped for air, as he dropped his knife onto the floor so he could reach for the tigh grip around his neck.

"You thought you could escape? HA! I guess we'll be feasting on your corpse a little early and hopefully if there's any leftovers we'll feed you to our new little princess over there." Roxxy laughed, as Spark dropped down to one knee. "Can't breath? Don't worry breathing won't be so important in the next few seconds." Roxxy said, tightening the ropes grip around Spark's neck.

The gray female wolf could help but turn her head away in absolute fear of what was to come of Spark. She sobbed and sobbed, as Spark gasped for air. He watched as vision began to blur, he could feel his face turn purple underneath his fur.

"Let this be a lesson to you girl- AHH!" Roxxy screamed out in pain, as Spark launched his head backwards into her muzzle. "You're gonna pay for that!" Roxxy yelled, as she held her bleeding nose. Spark unsheathed his pistol and quickly shot her once in the chest, she let out a loud whining sound as she held the bullet wound with her other paw, she looked up at Spark with fury in her eyes, but eventually the blood lost caused her to fall flat on her back.

Spark painted heavily, he sheathed his pistol and slowly rubbed his neck, he turned to face the gray female wolf that laid crying on the bed. "Sorry you had to see that." He said in a low raspy voice, before he kneeled down to pick up the knife all the while using the bed to support him. "Let's get out of here."

The female wolf nodded her head and held out her tied wrists so Spark could her lose, before extending her tied ankles out towards his him, which Spark cut too. She leaped out of the bed gave Spark a huge hug that caught him off guard.

"Thank you, thank you, thank you!" She said.

"Ouch! Watch the knee." He said, which caused her to stop her hug and sheepishly hide her face.

"Oh, I'm sorry." She said.

Spark sheathed his knife. "It's fine. Here take my jacket." He said, unzipping his camouflaged jacket so she could cover her exposed body.

"Oh, thanks..." she put on Spark's jacket and zipped it up, which actually turned out to be long enough to cover her lower regions. "We need to get away from these savages."

"Yeah, I know." Spark said, as he let out a painful grunt.

"Here let me help you." She said, walking up to his left side taking his left arm and hooking it around the back of her neck, Spark nodded his head.

"Thanks, now let's get out of here." He said limping out with his newfound companion supporting his left injured knee.

The newfound duo made there way out of the room, with Spark picking up his pack on the way out, they then carefully made there way down the stairs and out the front door, which led to a wooden porch. Both canines noticed a rusty old pick-up red truck approaching the porch. The truck parked facing towards them so the yellow headlights could shine directly at them. "Well, well, well... What do we have here? Two escapees?" Lonnie's voice came from behind the headlights.

Two figures emerged from both sides of the truck, one being Otis, and the other being Lonnie, who was holding a black pump-action shotgun in his paws, which he pumped with one paw before aiming directly towards the duo. "If I were you, I'd get yer purty behinds back inside." Lonnie grinned, but Spark stood his ground.

Lonnie growled as he grew impatient, "Otis! Take the girl back to yer room."

"Okay, pa!" Otis smacked his lips as he approached the gray female wolf.

"No please! Just leave us alone!" The female wolf begged, as Otis neared her. Spark tried to place himself between the her and Otis.

"Dont you dare move, boy! Or I'll blow yer head clean off! And don't you go reaching for yer gun or knife either." Lonnie warned.

"NO! Stay away from me, you sick pervert!" The female wolf screamed, as Otis grabbed her by the arm.

"Don't worry princess, I won't hurt ya. I just want to have a little more fun that's all." He said tugging on her arm, but finding it incredibly hard as Spark held onto her. Otis stared at Spark with an annoyed expression. "Get go of her."

"HEY! Do as he says!" Lonnie yelled, as he took a step closer.

The female wolf stared up at Spark and shook her head, as Otis tugged on her arm once again. "Don't do it, I'm begging you." She sobbed, as Spark slowly loosened his grip.

...

In the far distance in the surrounding forest, a well concealed lone figure watched the whole ordeal unfold from the lens of a scope. The figure moved what seemed to be a green M40A2 rifle from person to person until he stopped it over Lonnie. The figure centered the scope and hooked his/her index finger over the trigger.

...

"Goddammit boy! He said let her go-"

*CRACK*

The sudden 'crack' of a rifle caused everyone to flinch and in that split second, Lonnie fell limp onto the ground with a gunshot wound to the side of his head, which killed him instantly.

Otis had obviously been surprised by the sudden death of his father and had gotten distracted staring at his lifeless corpse, which allowed Spark to reach for his pistol and shoot him at point-blank range. The round from Spark's pistol entered Otis's head, which sprayed blood all over the already frightened female wolf's face. "Sorry about that." Spark said, as the female wolf covered her ringing ears. Spark quickly led her to the right passenger side of the running red pick-up truck, throwing his pack underneath her seat before painfully limping to the drivers side. He immediately did a U-turn before speeding down the dirt road both Otis and Lonnie come down from.

After a minute or so, Spark approached a tall barbed fenced gate, he sped up and rammed straight through the gate, which revealed another long dirt road leading into a lush forest. Spark tightened his grip around the steering wheel, before disappearing into the forest.

So yeah, I finally decided to continue with this FanFic Story. If anyone is still interested in submitting ideas, or characters please don't be afraid to vist the link in the first chapter.

Other than that, thank you all for your patience.

Until next time...

Peace!