A/n, I am so very sorry for the long wait...please put down your flaming shovels, I bring great news! I shall update!

Disclaimer: I own no one but the old guy

"Raggy Ro!" The clever canine screamed, loud enough to shatter windows. He ran to his friend, who lay clutching his side in agony.

The dogcouldn't speak as he looked at his friendin such pain,he tried to stop the bleeding with his paws, it didn't help. He tried to clean the wound with his tongue, yet the blood was coming as fast as he was lapping it up. Everyone seemed to just be frozen in place at the sight of this.

The man with the gun simply stood where he was, his face emotionless. What was going through his mind was unreadable, but that wasn't what Scooby had to worry about at the moment, he was a mix of panic, fear, anger and worry. It seemed like everything he tried failed one after another. His friend looked up at him in a grimanced face,

"Scoob, call the others...gasp...on the phone in my pocket."

He reached with what strength he had into his side pocket and pulled out his cellphone. Pressing speed dial, he pushed the phone to Scooby.

"Shaggy, is this you? Is everything alright? Answer me!" The voice on the other end was a frantic Velma, her fear spoke louder than her words.

"Relma! Raggy's Bleeding! Rend Help ROW!" Scooby screamed into the phone out of desperation, hoping that any second medical professionals would kick down the door and save his friend.

Shaggy began to grow very weak and tired, he knew he at least had to stay awake for himself and the others, but when the pain is so great, you knid of become a bit selfish for what you want, like in shaggy's mind, to make the pain go away, or at least forget about it. He looked over at his Canine companion who was searching frantically for something to help him. He gripped his furry head in anger/frustration until his eyes focused on the person who had caused him this grief, who had started this all.

The old man spoke at last, "Well this was more drama than I had bargined for, but none the less very entertaining. It is a shame though that all good things must come to an end.

Scooby watched as he raise the dreaded pistol in the air and everything seemed to go in slow motion. The dogsprinted as fast as he could to push the gun out of the way. Just as the trigger was pulled, Scoobyjumped into the air and kicked thebarrel of the gun around. The crackofthe gun came and the man looked at the dog in shock at the acrobaticshejust saw.

Attention then came to his chest which, unfortunatly was where the smoking barrel was pointing. He slumped to his knees and watchedthe copperish liquid bleed out hisheart until he finallyfell all the way to the ground witha thud. Scooby glared at the bodybefore twisting his head to the sound of adoor being kicked in. About twelve SWAT team members burst into the room, guns armed and ready.

"Weneed a paramedic down here Now!" said one of the men into hisradio on his shoulder. The menwrapped up shaggy's wound the best they could, helped themedics strap him intoa bed on wheels. Scooby followed them to find therest of the gang outside with thechief of police. After all this commotion and stress Scooby finally let sleep overtake him.

The next morning he woke up in a special king sized dog bed in the hospital. As he opened his eyes fully to get a feel for where he was, he began to be showered by photographers and reporters. Flashing cameras and more questions than he could keep up.

"Mr. Doo, how did you excape?"

"Scoobert, may I call you that? How does it feel to be out of prison?"

"Mr. Doo! Oh please one question?"

As soon as he had woke up he had fainted yet again, but not before getting a pic for Coolsville front page and a autograph'd paw print. Fred, Daphne and Velma came around the corner and broke up the media. After they left, Daphne leaned down and kissed Scooby on the head.

"You were really brave Scooby, We're so proud of you." Velma, "Yeah, the doctor says we can see Shaggy in an hour, wanna come?"

As tired as he was, Scooby gathered himself and got up. sticking next to the gang, he made his way to seehow his friend was recovering. The sun began to come up and It seemed to say that everything was fine.

Yet 55 miles outside of the hospital, a man sat in his dark lair watching the wall of moniters that had tapped into the Coolsville hospital. "Enjoy you're life for now, pooch, it won't last long. You took my father from me, Now it's my turn."

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A/N Yes, YES! It's finally after two years completed! Thank you all who reviewed and will review, you've been a HUGE help! I shall write a sequel to this story don't worry, yet I must think of an idea first, so maybe in a few weeks it will be started. Thank you all again very much!