This might be a little sensitive, proceed with caution
"Oh dear, he's back again." One of the receptionist at the Vet's Clinic whispered to another woman.
"That's a boy, he's beautiful. Almost like a princess...I wish I could have such flawless skin like that." The Vet Assistant said
"Do not worry Boy, you shall be taken good care of from now on." Beast was pulling a wagon with a medium size black and white pitbull in it and Luno Ghost was walking beside it, his presence help calm the poor creature down. Beast found the poor creature in a pile of trash bags with a broken leg, exposed skin tears to the bone and bite marks around the neck.
Beast blushed with shyness, giving them a shy smile that melted any woman's heart, or man's. Beast had such delicate features that he was often mistaken for a boy.
"Oh my god, Mr. Beast, where did you find the poor thing?" The Vet's assistant was down her knees, her heart could break at the sad sight. She gave the pitbull a gentle pat, her heart broke at hearing the whimpers.
"I suspect he is another victim of dog fighting." Beast had this sudden cold look on his face for one split second but it dissolve back into a soft smile.
"Oh you poor baby, threw away like garbage and he's just so sweet. Normally, they're still trying to fight you or vicious but this one is just so sweet. It breaks the heart."
"Please, see what you can do."Beast handed them a golden card, "I shall return in time for the Veterinarian." Beast bowed his head and left. Luno Ghost sat behind the receptionist desk, keeping the poor dog company.
Flashback
"I don't understand what you're trying to show me. I just demand that your fighter comes into the arena more often. My father allowed you a little more slack but I can't really afford to anymore. We're sitting on a gold mine here, it would be stupid not to use it." A man asked a short, pump older woman who wore an outlandish pink sparkle dress, she had darker skin. They obeyed the guards' rule and placed all of their electronics and cellphones into a bin. They were put patted down and scanned to make sure any metal or anything suspicious, they cleared. They could only bring an old fashion oil lantern to guide the way. There were many cells, rusty iron cells and stone floors thick enough to hopefully block signals.
"Mr. Rider, you're quite new to our 'enterprise', your predecessor was a good man, my condolences." The lady said, she had a superior air in her voice, "Your Father allowed his this 'slack' as you called it because of our situation with our 'fighter'."
"She is spectacular, every fight she's in, you win but it's once or twice a month. We could make a ton more against the other bosses out there." The man said when a horrible smell suddenly hit his noise.
Two figures were walking down a dark hallway, their footsteps echoed down the hall. The smell of a pure putrid sewerage and the wet smell of mold and mildew was enough to make any person instantly gag. A man had a handkerchief soaked in peppermint oil pitched on his nose to make it easier to tolerate.
"Mama Tonka, we're going up against the Dark Hand Enterprise, we need-" He stopped, bumping into her. She held up the lantern and he looked down in the cell. A figure was lying against the wall of its cell. A thick silver spiked collar around its neck, wild spiky hair that draped over its eyes and down its back. The body was nothing but skin and bones underneath the straps of clothing that was left on its bruised body. It looked half dead, it was only when the lantern shined on it that Mr. Rider could see the labored breathing.
Two of Mama Tonka's personal guards were summoned one had a large needle and another one had a bowl of rice.
"The worthless thing refuses to fight. That is our problem. At first, I enter it every week like everyone else does but it would rather die than fight. " She clapped her hand.
Mr. Rider was horrified, the figure that he saw in the battle clips looked nothing more than a child, "I saw the last clip...her throat was horrible slit...there was so much blood but...yet here she is." He covered his mouth in horror, 'How old is it?"
"Don't know...don't really care. I paid a pretty penny for this one. It has brothers that are very successful, this one is no exception. Splendid Specimen, its body just heals. Three weeks without any food, weighs 30 pounds and still breathing."
Mr. Rider swallowed hard, he could barely hide his disgust. His enterprise was composed of death battles between criminals...vile scum of the earth...or psychotic volunteers.
She gave the first guard an iron key to unlock the door. The sight of the needle was enough to stir the figure to try and crawl away but was instantly grabbed by the back of the head and slammed down on the guard, it bit the guard's hand and kicked him on the knee. The guard collapse.
"Normally what I do, is get my fighter hooked on cocaine, heroin, or any substance that would get them hooked enough to obey me but this one just resists them all, even meth but nothing sways this one...more than..."
"Owwwwwww!" The guard cried out as the figure bit his hand harder and the needle broke on the stone floor. The figure backed off as if it was put of the plan.
Mama Tonka scoffed and nodded towards the guard. The figure was punched in the face that it was sent flying on the floor. It yelped like a wounded dog, even Mr. Rider couldn't stomach it, he looked away as it continued to cry with each slap, punch, kick and stomp on its weakened body.
"Stop...just stop..."Mr. Rider whimpered as each sound made him cringe and wince as if he was on the receiving end of those blows.
Mama Tonka didn't say another word for a few minutes but then she just snapped her fingers and the beatings stopped. The figure was still breathing heavily, it curled into fetal position, blood pouring from its mouth and its wrist broken.
"You think you can go for another week without food-"
"Give her the food!" Rider snapped, he was about to grab the bowl of rice himself but Mama Tonka was a lot faster than she looked, and snapped it away from him
"You want us to win against the other enterprise. This one is powerful...but if its too hungry, its down right blood thirsty. Now...Your Mama Has another shot of 'vitamin C' shot." Mama Tonka held out a case, opening it and letting one of the guards grab it.
The figure cough blood, too weak to put up a fight the needle plunged into its skin and the contents drain into its body. It's body started to shake, the heavy breathing turned swallow and
"Let it circulate...do not fight it." She whispered the words, she was pleased as she could see the pupils dilate into slit diamonds, "Mr. Rider...she is ready for our battle."
The tight chain was removed from around its neck, revealing an ugly puss filled scar that went all around its neck.
End of flashback
He followed the scent with his nose but his eyes had locked on the trail, his Hunter's sense, a power that only he had. With a drop of blood or hair, he could find almost anyone as long as he stood focus. His eyes glowed purple as he intensified his focus, nothing was going to get in his way.
Beast stood in front of the building, he could smell more blood.
He took a deep breath and just knocked on the door, touching his choker collar.
A door crept opened only to reveal a face.
Beast blushed, he shyly smiled, "Oh..ah..this is embarrassing. I did not expect anyone to be home...but I was wondering..well...I found one of your dogs-"
"I don't know what you're talking about?"
"Look I do not wish to trouble you. I apologize but..may I have the other dog. The one you thew away is quite worried about him." Beast had his shy smile plastered on his face but his black aura spread like wild fire, "I suggest you give him to me and give me a list of all your Dog fighting buddies List."
"You bitc-"
Beast grabbed the door when he saw the man trying to close it, he picked up his phone. The man was so suprised, he pushed against the door with his own body weight but it didn't budge.
"Wha...wha are you doing?"
The door suddenly flew open and the guy was sent flying into a dirty kitchen.
"I might send an anonymous call to 911. My little Brother taught me how to make it untraceable with my phone." Beast said, looking down confused at his phone, "Of course, I am not as good as him." He gasped when he heard a whimper. Beast was horrorified to see a smaller white and brown Pit bull. It had a few scartches and bite marks with a swollen stomach. Then he saw a husky puppy that was tied to another corner of the room, that yelped in excitement as it was covered with fleas and skin and bones.
Beast's demeanor quickly changed. He walked over to the dog and puppy, forgetting all about the man and kneeled down.
"What a good...boy you are. You are not going to let hungry get you down, of course not. Youwill have as much food as you can stomach." Beast smiled at the puppy.
He went over to the Pit Bull, "I see now...do not worry. You are safe now. Your Puppies and you shall have a good and loving home" He said so gently and he had this pure smile that the dog stopped shaking and let him touch her lovingly, "Me and your former owner have to talk. So you do not worry." Beast closed the down that the door was in.
Beast turned back to see the man holding a knife, but that didn't seem to faze him, he looked down at the ground.
"You people really are the worst." Beast's nails extended, "Animals are loyal, when they love, they love hard and protect no matter what we do to them. We should return the favor but instead...you abuse and you are heartless and cruel. You want to know why I closed the door, " Beast's eyes looked up, they were glowing light purple, "I do not wish to see her what I will do to you."
"YOU'RE NOT DOIN SHIT-"
The man jumped right at Beast with the knife but he caught his arm and threw the knife down on the ground. One twist and the man's wrist was broken.
"I want that list. You are training and breeding them, you are the supplier. Tell me...please." Beast tilted his head, sweet smile appeared yet again, "I would hate to cause you any more trouble or pain."
Later on
Back at Butch
Fuzzy was stomped on the head when he looked up and saw a pair of glowing green eyes looking down at him. Fuzzy paused in pain terror as he saw...madness...Butch had this uncharacteristic wide smile as he kicked Fuzzy across the face.
This wasn't the little boy from four years ago.
"You bore me. Is that really all you've got?" Butch hissed the question, he stomped on Fuzzy's head again and kicked him on the other side of the face. Fuzzy rolled a few inches away. He saw that his family members were losing against these 'dogs'. Muzzy was bitten on the ankle by Baskerville, Cluzzy was up in the tree covered in bites from Lady Empress and Scuzzy was trying to out run Summer.
Fuzzy tried to crawl away but Butch grabbed him by the antennas once more and slammed him in the dirt.
"Joe...you defiled Joe, I'll get you back for this."
"That damn banjo...I lied." Butch stumped on Fuzzy's back, "You think I would even let that filty thing anywhere near my d!ck. It might fall off...hah...wouldn't want that."
"But you-"
Fuzzy winced as his hand was being stomped on and Butch twisted his leg to really hurt his hand.
"I was just trying to get a reaction out of you, dumbass. Your reactions were boring and predictable." Butch sighed as just a simple kick sent him flying across the tree, knocking Cluzzy onto the ground where Lady Empress was waiting for him. All four of the Lumpkins were pinned against the tree as the dogs were growling at them, baring their teeth.
"Why is it the one person who can give me some entertainment, is the one I can't find." Butch sighed, unwrapping a sucker and just staring at it, "Huh Fuzzy? I snap my fingers and these cuties will tear you to sheds. Can you make sure to scream a lot? I want to record it for Brick...I bet he would sleep to it every night and...I don't know..maybe I could get a reaction from the looks on your faces."
"What the hell happened to you?" Fuzzy asked horrified.
Butch's eyes closed for a second.
A pair of hands touching his shoulders as his hands were on the piano.
"You must play...with restraints." The woman's voice hummed in his ears, disgusting him with a sickening dread of what was to happen, "Can you play with restraint?" she whispered as her hands once again went downwards...down his chest...to his stomach...to his...
His eyes opened back up, his half frown, "I think you should be more concerned about yourself." Butch was a nano of a second from snapping his fingers. When...
"Big Brother?" Beast was pulling a wagon with a pregnant pit bull in it and holding a husky puppy with his free arm. All the dogs lost their interest in the Lumpkins and ran straight for Beast and Luno Ghost. The puppy yelp, over excited by these dogs, he got free and rushed to Lady Empress. The Lumpkins took this chance and ran away.
"Brick will be so disappoint." Butch commented but he was done with the Lumpkins, "More of your charity?" Butch pointed at the dog and the puppy.
"Why of course. She and her mate shall live with me until the pups are born, then I shall find them all homes. Is not she gorgeous? I shall have my hands full though, another Dog Fighting Ring and all...perhaps you can look after the puppy for me?" Beast asked sweetly.
"No way...Summer has the spoiled only child thing going on. Remember the monkey."
"Oh yes you are right. Poor Kelsey was quite tramatized. Perhaps Eldest Brother, Lady Empress could be a mother figure for the little guy. Do you not think that is a good idea?"
"Where's your choker?" Butch suddenly asked.
Beast touched his neck, a deep ugly scar that went all around it was reveal, Butch looked at it with a hint of sadness.
"Oh dear. I hope I did not drop it or was it slashed off with that man and his knife...or was it the puppy?" Beast gasped as the puppy had it in his mouth, "Hey...that is mine. Please give it back." Beast whimpered as he struggled with the hyper puppy.
Butch continued to look at Beast neck, a wound that was so deep, so bad that his body couldn't heal it.
Beast finally got it back and saw Butch looking at him, he blushed, "Please Big Brother, do not stare. You know it makes me nervous."
"Stop saying things like that, it sounds gross for some reason." Butch sighed.
Beast put on his choker, "I do not understand, how does it sound gross. You are staring at my scar. I do not wish for you to be upset by it, it makes me nervous."
"Let's go home."
"Fantastic, I must get Little Brother's help with these contacts, Dog Fighting can not be allowed."
"I have to work tomorrow. I don't want to."
"You must work...calling out is very bad anyways. You are the CEO." Beast smiled sweetly with his tomato blush when Butch ruffled his hair.
