Turner walked up and down his apartment. Ever since the 52 ran away things
had changed.
No more kids. No more safe places. He wouldn't be running anymore. Without 52 he was practically up for grab.
52. If he ever got his hands on that dog again he would end his miserable life. He had betrayed him.
It was usually a beating a day but Turner had gotten drunk before he beat him.
All he really remembered was 52 crouching in a corner and begged for forgiveness. But he got none. Instead he was beat and beat.
52 would start whining and never stop. Once he had snarled but only received a knock in the face.
Then he got more beatings. Turner was about to shoot him but there was a knock at the door. 52 turned his head just as the bullet missed his eye.
The police broke into the door and ran inside. But both Turner and 52 escaped the ambush and 52 left his sight. For weeks turner was hunting him and found nothing.
Once, he saw a loose dog at the park and shot it but found out it wasn't 52. The little boy who owned the dog sat and screamed with the dog in his arms.
Turner felt no culpability for the blunder dog. He was a loose dog at the park with his little boy. He deserved it.
Not only that but he got another dog. Turner knew that because he was the boy next week with a puppy.
But when he saw Turner's car, the boy ran to his puppy and cried. He then grabbed it and ran.
Pour thing. Not. He laughed at the way people treated him. It was respect in a miserable way.
Oh well. Nobody had ever respected Turner. His whole entire life he spent worrying where he's get his next meal.
Turner stopped in his tracks and looked at the small window where diminutive light was provided.
He then saw a young man, and a dog. One like 52. Running. The dog was after a cat. The dog was using the same skills 52 were taught. Then a car came out of nowhere and almost hit the dog. The dog turned a little and right there was a scar.
Turner looked at the car and saw it was a cop car. The man got out and the dog blew up. This was 52!
Turner was about to get his gun but decided not. Not here. Not now. He would wait. He saw these two men all the time. He even knew where they lived.
This would be easy to stalk the dog and man. And then, he would have revenge.
****Sorry it's not much but I gave two chaps. Review what you think and give ideas. I'm almost stuck. ****
No more kids. No more safe places. He wouldn't be running anymore. Without 52 he was practically up for grab.
52. If he ever got his hands on that dog again he would end his miserable life. He had betrayed him.
It was usually a beating a day but Turner had gotten drunk before he beat him.
All he really remembered was 52 crouching in a corner and begged for forgiveness. But he got none. Instead he was beat and beat.
52 would start whining and never stop. Once he had snarled but only received a knock in the face.
Then he got more beatings. Turner was about to shoot him but there was a knock at the door. 52 turned his head just as the bullet missed his eye.
The police broke into the door and ran inside. But both Turner and 52 escaped the ambush and 52 left his sight. For weeks turner was hunting him and found nothing.
Once, he saw a loose dog at the park and shot it but found out it wasn't 52. The little boy who owned the dog sat and screamed with the dog in his arms.
Turner felt no culpability for the blunder dog. He was a loose dog at the park with his little boy. He deserved it.
Not only that but he got another dog. Turner knew that because he was the boy next week with a puppy.
But when he saw Turner's car, the boy ran to his puppy and cried. He then grabbed it and ran.
Pour thing. Not. He laughed at the way people treated him. It was respect in a miserable way.
Oh well. Nobody had ever respected Turner. His whole entire life he spent worrying where he's get his next meal.
Turner stopped in his tracks and looked at the small window where diminutive light was provided.
He then saw a young man, and a dog. One like 52. Running. The dog was after a cat. The dog was using the same skills 52 were taught. Then a car came out of nowhere and almost hit the dog. The dog turned a little and right there was a scar.
Turner looked at the car and saw it was a cop car. The man got out and the dog blew up. This was 52!
Turner was about to get his gun but decided not. Not here. Not now. He would wait. He saw these two men all the time. He even knew where they lived.
This would be easy to stalk the dog and man. And then, he would have revenge.
****Sorry it's not much but I gave two chaps. Review what you think and give ideas. I'm almost stuck. ****