Disclaimer: I do not own All Dogs Go to Heaven or any part of it. Ownership of the characters, plots, etc. belongs to MGM, if I recall correctly. However, the fan character Keith Wiles, amongst other characters, does indeed belong to me; do not use him without permission.
An All Dogs Go To Heaven Fanfiction
A Soul's Price
Chapter 7: The Plot
Within the musty old slaughterhouse/meat packing facility, the scent of dead animals and old blood was a miasma to any animal who dared to enter the place. Amongst animals, it is claimed that such a place would be haunted due to all the death inside.
Itchy hung, bound in chains and gagged, over the grinder as Carface stood there with Antonio. There were two other dogs with them. One was a mix-breed of uncertain lineage, wearing a pair of large circular glasses and who had a spiked black dog collar around his neck. The other looked like a polar opposite of Annabelle; this dog had purple fur, and wore a black studded collar and a black vest with the lapels up on it, resembling a vampire's cape. Respectively, the two were known as Killer and Belladonna.
Antonio grinned as he looked at the Dachshund as he dangled from the chains, all tied up. "Heheheh… now I'm not exactly one of them cannibals, but I dare say this is one hotdog I would enjoy having"
"So, Belladonna, let me get this straight", said Carface. "What's your plan again?"
The demonic Belladonna laughed out loud and said, "It's quite simple, really. If I can't have Charlie on my side, his soul corrupted into that of a demon like myself, then nobody can! The plan is simple, my little cigar puffer. I lead Charlie and all his little friends, not to mention Antonio's enemy Keith to this spot. I unleash my creations. Charlie and company all die. Badda-bing, badda-BOOM, no more of their interference in our schemes!" She turns to Antonio. "And no more of your thugs being killed by Keith, either. Need I remind you the price you paid for me to whack Wiles, Antonio?"
"No, and stop reminding me", said the husky. "I sold you my soul to do this, Belladonna, and I intend to get my money's worth. Otherwise, you'll have more to fear than higher-up demons, GOT IT?"
Belladonna's eyes narrowed, and turned red. Immediately she thrust her front paws at Antonio, who suddenly began to float in the air. Fading into vision were a pair of cat imps, who carried Antonio above the grinder. With some more demonic telekinesis, Bella activated the grinder, and the imps slowly lowered Antonio toward the spinning blades.
"Keep this in mind, fool", said Belladonna with a voice perhaps as cold as Cocytus, "I'm the one calling all the shots. If I want to collect that due early, I can. You have become my bitch for all eternity, and I intend to have use of you during your mortal life. So luckily for you, I shall not kill you… yet" The imps then hurled Antonio back to safety.
Paul sat at his coffee table, looking over his pet's new friends. Each dog had a beverage in a dish, while David drank from a cup. Charlie had a beer, Sasha had juice, Annabelle sufficed on tap water, Keith drank cola, and David sipped chocolate milk.
"So", said Charlie, "Annabelle said you were related to Anne Marie. This is a real treat, Paul"
Paul nodded. "Glad to hear it, Charlie, and good to meet you all. Now, let me go get you those goods you'll need for this task…" The man walked away to his bedroom and returned with items in his arms.
"First, Charlie, for you. Here is my pair of weighted-knuckle gloves. These babies can block weapons with the back of the hand, and they're also good for knocking people out". He handed the pair of Annabelle, and as she held them, the gloves shrunk and reshaped themselves so Charlie could put them on his front paws.
"Next, when you free Itchy, give him the brass knuckles. From what you've told me he's not much of a fighter, and will need all the deadliness of this weapon as possible. Oh, and here, Sasha. I know you're not much of a fighter either. This wooden rod is left over from some of my house work. I guess it'll make a decent club or something"
Sasha padded over and took the rod in her teeth. She then held the weapon, looking at it for awhile, and then nodded.
"Annabelle, you had said you have your own weapon given you, correct?" The angelic whippet nodded, and held out her paws. In a brilliant flash of light, her weapon appeared; it was a short sword, its blade a beautiful silvery color.
"Wow", said Paul, blinking at the miracle before him. "If I ever need anyone to believe in miracles, at the least, I know who to call" Annabelle shrugged modestly and, in another flash of light, the sword was in a silver sheath on her back.
With a smile, Paul then said, "As for you, Keith, go ahead and grab that other dagger I have; you'll need it, and trust me, from what I've seen you're good with two weapons" Keith trotted to the bedroom and soon came back out with another sheath, another dagger tucked into the second sheath.
"So", said Charlie, "Is David getting anything?"
David shook his head. "No thanks, I'll be fine with my cards. I don't really know about using a real weapon, and besides, think of the trouble I'd get in if I get caught with one"
"Still, think of what people will think if they see dogs with weapons", said Sasha.
"Indeed", said Paul. "Come on, I'll drive all of you to the place they're holding your friend, Charlie. And, yes, from the look on your face, you can ride shotgun"