AN: Before I start this chapter, I would like to address the elephant in the room. Blink Inc, some of you probably know what I'm talking about. He made a small rant 'exposing' me. Of course, all of those things don't prove me being a racist, sexist and etc, I could have left a review comment on how stupid he was, but I'm quite a forgiving person. Also, thanks to the people that defended me in that angry rant, Cheem, Cweeb2006, PepporniPizza, Mafiapartner2, Jac Frust, throwawayforpms, G0ldenFang, Goyo735, Rescue Wolf, Atlas Guardian, and Scotty the Demon Slayer 666, Killer1266. You all are great people and deserve a well-said thank you. By the way, I don't think this person does think I'm a racist since he commented on the Story in the second chapter. Maybe he just got salty when I killed off Rubble. So anyway, onto the story.
Tracker was outside leaning against a wall outside the run-down motel, moments before Skye thanked Tracker for the escort and walked herself into the motel to rent a room for the night or two. Tracker could have left, but he decided to stay and wait because of a feeling she was going to come walking out with a not so pleasant face on her muzzle. Tracker just continued to scrape off the dirt marks from his shotgun as he just stood there. As if on cue, Skye came out with a face of worry.
"Everything alright?" He asked with a raised eyebrow, even though he had predicted that she was going to come back out, he was still curious.
"I uhh…Don't have enough money," Skye said as she clutched the small amount of money, she had in her bomber jacket. Tracker knew what she was asking, but he knew she didn't have the stomach to ask it out loud.
"That option to stay with still available?" She looked up at with a small smile, Tracker just smiled and nodded back at the cockapoo. Skye's tail began to wag as Tracker pressed himself off the wall he was leaning against and motioned Skye to follow along. She gladly did as they both began to walk down the sidewalk.
Not even two minutes of walking down the concrete walkway enjoying each other's company. A cherry tan pickup truck pulled up along and stopped right near them. Tracker looked over the truck's driver and passenger seat to see it was two white males, both a little overweight and with shaved heads. He also noted the spray-painted confederate flags on the hood and doors. Both men got out of the truck with Tracker immediately pulling out his shotgun.
"Y'all knows you mutts ain't welcome here, this country is for us only," One of them said as they pulled out a baseball bat from the truck of the truck. Skye got behind Tracker, trying to shield herself from the slowly incoming racist danger.
"The way I see it, this is a free country and there isn't any law around here, so any law around here doesn't exist, so haz como un árbol y sal antes de que te vuele los sesos (make like a tree and get out before I blow your brains out)," Tracker responded as he pointed the barrel of the shotgun directly at the two.
"I don' speak that Spanish gibberish you Mexican shithouse, take y'er girlfriend and high tail it out."
"Racist assholes, mind your own damn business," Tracker shot back, standing his ground and staying in front of Skye.
"Look here Jeff looks like the fleabags are breed'in already," One said to the other as he bent over placing his hands on his knees looking down at Skye. Who was already trying not to be apart of what was going on. Skye couldn't decipher what was going to happen, maybe Tracker owed these guys some money.
"Leave her out of this will ya?" Tracker said in a threatening as he directed the barrel of the shotgun at the one that was closest to him.
"Don't be stupid, let me just get a good lo-" The man said as he reaches his arm to go and touch Skye. Tracker reacted by firing off his shotgun at the man's hand. Basically, blasting it off with a fresh blood splatter following. He yelled out in pain as he used his other hand to grip the rest of his blown off hand to try and ease the pain, falling over on his pain in agony. The other white male that was there flinched as his partner getting shot and falling over, Tracker quickly pointed the shotgun at him and motioned for him to make no sudden movements.
"Wait, don't shoot!, I-I ah got a family."
"Run," Tracker said in a cold tone as he pointed down the road, without hesitation. The Man ran down the road, leaving behind his bleeding out partner and truck to save his own life instead.
Wha-What was that about?" Skye said as he tried to contain herself from what just happened and witnessed. Tracker didn't respond as all he did was stow away his shotgun on his side as continued to walk down the sidewalk but with more speed.
"You really don't know huh?" He said, urging Skye to not lag behind away from the chihuahua. Skye feeling not safe anymore, ran back to Tracker and by his side, feeling secure once again.
"Truth or Dare."
"Ehh…Twuth."
"You pick truth all the time, pick Dare"
"Hell No, you're going to make me do something stupid, like make me eat chlowine," Zuma stated as the entire aqua team was sitting in a large locker room with all their gear and equipment usually was for ordinary training days. But this day was different since Victory day was tomorrow; a widely celebrated holiday in Nazi Germany over their victory over the USSR.
They weren't given any order that day, which meant a free day to them. Although they couldn't leave the base and do other stuff like walk to the nearest town and drink, they just decided to play truth or dare with the entire team composed of canines and humans. 5 humans and 4 dogs including Zuma.
"Fine, uhh….Do you hate the Japs?" One member asked referring to the Game as he sat down slouched against a wall of lockers.
"Scumbags and nothing else, I wish the Weich would just steam woll all over them already and claim theiw land, my pawents always taught me that," Zuma expressed his thoughts on the Pacific States, more specifically the Japanese Empire that had conquered most of the Eastern world.
"Didn't know your parents had such high thoughts on those slant faces. Lucky to be born into that I guess." One of the human members said whilst holding a beer bottle in one hand. Zuma's mind then began to go into more depth on his parents.
"Well, They'we my adopted pawents actually," Zuma corrected, reaching over to his right to grab an open bottle of canine non-toxic beer from a pack.
"Adopted huh?"
"Yup, never weally knew my biwth pawents because I was so young at the time," Zuma said coldly, a typical normal person would have thoughts on what their birth parents would be, but the chocolate Labrador just lifted his drink and downed the liquor down his through.
"Blah Blah Blah family stuff, keep the ball rolling, who's turn is it, I wanna make someone take a shit in the commander's coffee," One of the Canine members exclaimed as he waved around his beverage in the air in a drunk fashion to get on with the game. Until be shushed and hushed by the same member that was questioning Zuma.
"Shut your drunk ass up, I wanna know more about Zuma's parent problem," He explained, catching Zuma off guard since he never really had a problem with adopted parents.
"I nevew weally condewed it a pwoblem, sometimes I do wish I knew my biwth pawents though," Zuma said as he started to remember the earliest memory of himself, dating all the way back to the orphanage.
A few years ago
Newport, Vermont
A drizzling night in Vermont on the streets of Newport, lights were up and some folk were and about with their business. A man and woman were walking down the sidewalk, both in rain jackets. They were clearly in a relationship as seen from the man comforting the woman as if she was sort of traumatized. In reality, she was nervous. They both were heading to the adoption center in search of a child or pup to take care of.
After walking down the sidewalk of Newport, they arrive at their desired destination of the orphanage. The place looked very old and underfunded like other orphanages, but they walked it never the less. The orange light inside barely lit the room and instead of someone greeting them and taking their coats from the slight rain, 2 cockroaches ran past them from right to left. The husband flinched before raising his foot and stomping the small bug out on the crooked wooden floorboard.
"Dear, are you sure about this, I'm sure there are better places somewhere near Vermont, I can contact a friend in-" He start to rethink this decision of getting a child from this certain place, but his spouse opposed the idea of looking in another area for a young one.
"No…N-No, this is fine" She stated, almost being somewhat unnerved at the thought of waiting or searching longer for a perfect child to take care of. He wrapped his arm around her and held her tight before taking off her coat and putting it over his back, making himself a personal coat rack. After his gentleman-like act, a person from the other side of the room came into a view. It was a young white female who looked like being in her early 20's with long light brown dreads and hippie like clothing. She looked happy and relax as if she just got off smoking some sort of leafy drug.
"Welcome, my name is Rose, what can I help you two with?" she walked over to them with a shake in her step, still in her mind fried state, But trying to look proper for them not to realize she smoked marijuana was illegal, very illegal.
"Hello, we would like to adopt a child," The Man stated as he still had his hand around his wife. The young female caretaker at the orphanage nodded and motioned her hand for the two to follow as she walked back through the door she came through. The couple didn't hesitate as they just followed her blindly, leading them into another room.
When they went into the room, they could see the number of small children and puppies playing around with each other in the room. There was a small desk in the corner of that room which was her work station at the orphanage, The room was were very bright even though not much light from the ceiling light was giving off much visibility. It was much of an orange tone of light with a little bit of flickering every second or two due to the orphanage's not a good quality state of being.
Whilst Rose was looking around on her desk to find the appropriate paperwork for when the married couple picked their child, a small human child crawled near the other woman's feet in search of attention. She looked down to see the child's shimmering eyes In the not so bright light and immediately picked the child up. She didn't really feel that spark of feeling that this was the child she wants, so she put him back down to the ground.
"So what brings both of you here to adopt a lovely young child," Rose raised her head from the desk but still search for the unsigned documents.
"My…wife…had a miscarriage with our first child and…th-the next child had a disorder, so what to do when it needed to be done and hand him over to the state," There was a true pain in his heart as she expressed why they were here. The secretary at the orphanage now feeling like that was a bad question to ask at the moment, went back to find those papers. Just the mention of what happened to both their deceased children was too much for his spouse. Before her mind started to flash with thoughts of her dead children, she had heard some faint noises in another room. It sounded like the whimpering of a small pup.
She turned her head to the direction she was hearing the noise from. Only for her to see a backroom door that had beads hanging down acting as the door of the connecting room. She slowly made her way through the door beads to see a small chocolate Labrador pup crying in an eating chair.
"Dear, where are you going?" The Husband came in behind her after she just walked into the room without saying anything. The hippie secretary also was behind.
"I'm sorry If the crying bothered you miss, it's been a hard time trying to feed him, he hasn't eaten since we got him," She explained to the female spouse.
"When did he arrive here?" The female spouse asked as she approached the Labrador until the canine could properly see her. The pup just winced up at her and started to smile as his tail started to wag in the seat with his mouth wide open.
"Just yesterday, someone rang the doorbell and I just saw him there lying in a box, his parents must have just abandoned him," The orphanage nanny claimed before, she turned back around and spoke up.
"I'll take him," The Chocolate Labrador just grew silent as he was still in the warm brace of her arms, he yawned before closing his eyes and resting on her shoulder.
Down a lone road, both Tracker and Skye were walking down the right side of the road, Tracker was in front since he was taking Skye back to his residence and he knew the way. Skye's mind was fixed on the fact that they were very close to the woods. Although he did save Skye from the alleyway dogs that tried to rape her, she herself was not fully ready to place her life into his paws and Tracker understood that even though Skye didn't show it, She didn't trust him. If anything Tracker could just kill her right now, dumper into a river and that would be the end of that.
Tracker looked back at Skye to see she was panting and limping from all the excess walking, plus she was very tired, thirsty, and hungry.
"We're almost there, don't worry," Tracker stated as he redirected his sight in front of him back to the pitch-black night. She just nodded and kept up pace with Tracker. The Mexican chihuahua was right, Tracker turned right onto a large dirt road that was covered by a number of trees. The tire tracks on the dirt road were clear but there was no vehicle in sight. Skye didn't think of it that much after looking at his house. It is more of a Cabin though. The cockapoo could clearly see the age of the large one-story cabin even at night. Some windows had cracks in holes and the sides of the cabin were looking soft and old like they had been infested with termites.
Tracker walked up three steps onto his porch before unlocked with a key and heading inside with Skye right behind him. It was pitch black inside apart from the glowing moonlight peering in from separate windows from all over the cabin. Tracker unhooked his shotgun from his side and placed it right behind a TV stand. On the Television, a stand was a small lamp he reached up and pushed a small under the lampshade to make it turn on. It wasn't much light, it was much easier to see as Skye looked around.
"Daddy!" Skye jumped from the unrecognized voice in the medium-sized cabin, she looked at Tracker for any sort of answer to what it was, but before you knew it. A small white pup with black spots ran across the room to Tracker. Tracker didn't hesitate as he reached out his paws and grabbed the pup for a big hug.
"Hi Tony, I hope your day wasn't too boring," Tracker playful asked while rubbing the top fur of the pup's head in a playful manner. By the looks of it from Skye's point of view, this looked to be his pup son. When Tracker put his pup down, the small canine looked at Skye with a hint of curiousness, he tilted his head in confusion before walking over to her.
"Mommy?" he asked out, Skye's muzzle flashed red as she sort of taken back from the pup's assumption. Tracker stepped in and picked up the pup.
"Why don't you go to bed. It's really late," Tracker claimed as he walked over to a room in a small corridor which was believed to be his room.
"Okay, Goodnight Daddy!" He said, almost immediately head off to bed. Tracker turned back to Skye who was already questioning the pup's visual view of her.
"I'll explain everything tomorrow, follow me," He said before motioned his paw for Skye to follow, he went down some stairs and led her into a singular door that leads into one room. Tracker opened to door and inside was just a plain room with no furniture, all that was inside was a collection of wires, bullets and shell casings and a small mattress. Skye stepped inside and looked around while taking her bomber jacket off.
"You can sleep here if you want, The bathroom is right next to my pup's room and my room is across from the kitchen if you need me," He stated, leaning against the wall. "See you in the morning, Skye," He said as walked out the door and began to close it until Skye spoke up.
"Thank you."
"No problem," He said before shutting the door and leaving Skye alone to her business. Skye looked at the Mattress on the floor and the covers tucked under it for her to use. Skye folder her orange colored bomber jacket and put it right beside the mattress. Knowing that she was tired, she turned off the lights and headed right to bed.
AN: I know the chapter took a long time to do, but I have a reason.
The reason for the wait is because I was clearing the room on my computer and accidentally deleted the chapter, so I had to start all over again. It was a big pain trying to memorize what I wrote and trying to find the time and patient to type it all back, But I did it. So thanks for reading the chapter and also, I'm on a Discord server, the link is in my profile bio.