I know, I know, I haven't even finished any of my other stories yet. Or even updated in a while...I'm sorry! This is an idea that has been floating around in my head for a while, especially after hearing Dirty Deeds by Ac/Dc almost every day...Don't ask.
There is a mention of rottweilers here. I do not bellieve that they are evil dogs, or anything of that nature. I actually own 2 and think they are the best dogs in the whole world.:P
Disclaimer: If it's cool it ain't mine, except for 2 wonderful rotty's.
"Riiing!" The sound of the alarm cut through the still air.
Three boys ran out of the Zippy Mart on the corner, each clutching a parcel. A security camera followed their every move, beeping and flashing red as it caught the boy in the lead's face on tape.
The manager of the Zippy Mart ran on to the sidewalk after the boys, yelling and shaking his fist. The boys grinned and ran faster. He let out a shrill whistle and a large dog bounded past him and chased the boys around the corner snarling and baying the whole way.
Glancing over his shoulder, the lead boy cursed.
"Oh shit! He had a fucking dog! Faster! Run faster!"
Skidding around a corner to a small alley the smallest boy dropped his bundle. Red and white flashed as cartons of ciggarettes skidded across the pavement. He let out a cry and began scurrying to collect his wares. Hearing this, the lead boy doubled back and grabbed the small boy from behind under the arms.
"Leave it Lin! Get outta here!" The barking was getting closer.
"But - " The small one tried to protest.
"Go!" As the two younger boys ran to safety their leader turned to face the snarling fury that was closing fast.
"Damn dog! Who knew there would be a fucking rottweiler in the back!" He wiped his forearm across his sweaty brow.
"Nice doggy...good doggy..." His low voice carressed each word trying to calm the snarling dog racing towards him.
Without pause the rottweiler sprang in to the air, gaze locked on the theif's throat. Only supernatural speed saved that throat from being ripped out in one lunge. The dogs teeth clicked as they closed on empty air. He spun around, looking for his elusive prey. The theif side stepped again and launched a roundhouse kick at the dogs basketball sized head that left the rottweiler stunned and shaking his head.
"C'mon doggy. You don't really want to kill me." The theif was trying to convince the dog to leave, but to no avail. As he reached into his pocket the dog lunged again, sinking his teeth into the boys forearm. The theif gasped in pain. Suddenly the dogs teeth relaxed and his eyes began to squint. A blue hilted knife stuck out of the dogs side, just behind the third rib low down. The blade had hit the heart, instantly killing him. Warm thick blood spilled over the boys hand and arm. The fighters were so close that the boy could feel the dogs spirit leave the body.
Ripping his already grubby shirt tail he bandaged his arm before wrenching his knife from the body. He looked down at the dog in regret.
"Sorry fella. It was you or me. Life's just a dream, and I don't want to wake up yet." The boy stooped to collect his parcel from the alley. Extracting a bent ciggarrette from an equally mistreated pack he perched it in the corner of his mouth.
"God I hate pets." With a last look at the dog he lit his smoke, adjusted his pack of stolen booty and headed to the place he called home.
The boy's name was Spike Speigel. It was his twelveth birthday.
There it is everyone. Chapter one of my newest story! I know it's short, but it should get better as the story progresses. This story is rated r for a reason. It's going to be a bit darker than some of my other work.
Review and tell me what you think!