Title: Through the Eyes of Prejudice
Author: VicodinIsMyAnti-Drug
Summary: House goes to the pet store to buy a bag of rat food when he brings something else home.
Author's note: You say the name Ree-han-ah. Please don't abandon this fic when you read the words "Pit Bull". They aren't all evil. It's the people. I have two of my own, a boy and a girl. Sam and Daisy. So sweet. Please give it a chance.
P.S. My first FanFic. Also the first chapter. Please R&R if you want me to continue. I want to see if anyone is interested before I write the whole thing. . If five people say they want me to, I'll finish it and post the chapters. No parings as of yet.
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He never had liked animals all that much, anyway.
He only had Steve McQueen because he was a puzzle.
Wilson had a cat, come to think of it. Julie was allergic.
Stacy had wanted a dog. She begged and begged, but he simply refused.
Now he found himself staring into the eyes of an orphan.
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There was a mob of two-legs coming. The one in the front yelled, "There they are! Get those evil, puppy killing monsters!"
Rijana did not understand. Her? Her mother? Puppies? She wouldn't hurt a fly. She lived off meat scraps from the nice deli owner.
There was a shady-looking man in the corner. He wore baggy jeans and a hat that covered his face. He took a step toward them and pulled out a switchblade,
Rijana deeply stared into the man's eyes. She knew this was a threat. She barred her teeth in self-defense. He took another step.
The other group came toward the ally.
Rijana looked at her mother's eyes in a non-threatening way.
They sent a painful but true message: one that could not be ignored. One that would affect her life forever.
Run.
She ran all the way past the mob, which spun around in confusion, but continued down, toward her mother. She had nursed her. Fed her. Kept her warm.
There was a yelp in the background.
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Rijana lied down. It was all too painful to bear.
She looked into this man's perfectly blue eyes. He didn't seem to mind that she was threatening him.
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It was late. The two-legs were probably gone by now.
Rijana painfully stepped over her tracks, over three miles away, following her mother's distorted scent.
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"She's a Pit Bull, you know," the man working the adoption center said. "Vicious. They killed her mom, you know. Tried to attack them. Poor people."
Rijana growled.
"See? She's gonna attack any second now. She's—"
"Misunderstood." House said.
"Suit yourself," The man said.
"I'll take her."
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Please R&R. Thanks for reading. Constructive critisism is always welcome, but please no flames.
Happy Tuesday,
VicodinIsMyAntiDrug