i dont own these characters, etc etc, blah blah blah.
p.s.
ive taken into account that ive been a sick individual for years, so chill.
startled by the drip drip of his cracked waterdish, dodger wakes up in the shadows of his cage, the sillhouete of the bars against his scraggly fur and mangy skin is a sight to behold.
the crust from his eyes, as green as the trees that line the streets of new york.
"no more car jumping for me, im done for" laments dodger.
it was dodgers last day at the pound, his big day if you know what i mean, and the big man in the white coat would be there shortly.
"knock knock" says one volunteer city worker for the jones street animal shelter, and pours dodger a big bowl of the nastiest city food around.
"this is worse than prison food" says dodger under his breath despite the lack of being human and never truly knowing what prison is.
'the land before time'' is playin on the television in the front room with the children eagerly waiting to adopt, small and cute fuzzy pets.
but not Dodger.
they come for kittens and pups, not worn out mutts.
since the big capture of dodgers gang, they have confiscated his trademark scarf aruond his neck.
einstein was caught first, and as for francis, he was killed in the struggle, with his dying words 'alas, the end of francis', but to a humans ear, merely an aggrivating whimper.
tito went back to mexico to hide. Rita...well nobody knows what the hell happened to her. nobody.
and Oliver never visits.
did fagan actually think he was safe?
could he honestly believe that Sykes had no lackys hiding somewhere?
they visited his box and trash bag a few days after the big car chase that left two badasses named Roscoe and Desoto dead.
and so was the end of fagan. and he didnt go quietly either.
no.
a knife to the shoulder blade, interrogation to where the kitten lived, and at last, a gun resting in his right temple before they pulled the cold trigger.
nobody heard the door unlock, or the creaks in the floor, or the soft steps of black shoes.
of all important notices, Georgette. chloroform in her doggy dish worked well.
the butler by then had quit, not being able to handle the tremendous bullshit going on his "home"
bums and dirty dogs? not worth the pay.
once again jennys parents were out of town...or were they?
sykes had a hit put out on them weeks before, and the person calling jennys house to say hello and check up on her? sykes' men.
they had been dead the whole time, and finally. little jenny met her end with some piano wire, never to leave her little pink bed again.
but where was oliver?
nobody knew.
sykes men couldnt find him, and this was their only job left, sykes unfinished plan, and both sentries,
rufus and merrick were willing to do their damndest to get it done.
TO BE CONTINUED...