'He'll be your worst nightmare...,' Bingo's words still rang in his head as he tried to sleep. It was the first night he had to sleep on his own and he hated it. Last night Bingo was with him to comfort him. The floors were cold, and the bed that was supposed to be used was all torn up. Although he hadn't have a dream about what will happen the next day, he didn't have very good sleep at all. Today was a very rough day for him. Bingo gave him a tour of this treacherous place, and even let him meet some other dogs. He liked a new guy. He just got here today, and his name was Dozer. Dozer was a bulldog, just like him, except he was way older and had only white fur. Rubble sighed, knowing sleep will over take him sometime, he just wanted it to be soon. He missed the pups. He missed Ryder. For dogs sake, he even missed Chickellata, who needed rescuing 24/7. He wanted to be anywhere but here. Bingo had told him all about what happened in this place. This horrible, horrible place. He had told her they only get one meal a day, and that meal was slop. Slop that was cheap and unhealthy for dogs, but the owners, as they called themselves the "Scorpins", were cheap, and only owned the "pound" for entertainment. This "entertainment" sent a cold chill down Rubble's spine. Few dogs are able to escape this jail every year, and, as the security just keeps getting better, the fewer the dogs each year. Last year, there had only been 3 dogs able to escape, either it was just pure luck, or they were just super sneaky, Rubble didn't know. He liked the thought of escaping, but it seemed almost impossible. They were all watched every moment of the time. Every hour. Every minute. Every second. Rubble thought about how they were watching him right now in some security cameras not too far away. Then he heard pawsteps. The night guards, or also known as the "owls." The owls were the guards at night and will watch you. Only certain dogs are able to become night guards, but Rubble didn't want to. He wanted home. The Owls make sure your asleep at night, and if you weren't, well Rubble hasn't learn that yet. He didn't want to. He quickly acted asleep, hearing their pawsteps fade away. He kept his eyes shut, in case they were still watching. He didn't want to know what happens to dogs who refuse to sleep at night. Suddenly he heard yelping and growling. He opened his eyes, only to see the Owls in front of the cage next to him. He cowered into a corner quietly and slowly. He closed his eyes, trying to block out the sounds out the helps and growls. "That's what happens." He risked opening his eyes for a moment. He saw the Owl's tails walk away from his cage, a body of a dog being dragged behind them. "They get killed." Rubble hated the thought. Killing dogs because sleep couldn't fall into them. He shut his eyes, and before he knew it, it was morning.
His eyes flickered open, hear the yawns if dogs around him. He slowly got up and stretched as Bingo walked into his "den."
"Good morning Rubble!" Bingo's tail wagged behind her.
Another voice came from behind Bingo, "Yes. Morning Rubble, I hope that you are ready for today." It was Socks. The one and only. Bingo moved to the side of the cell and let Socks speak to Rubble. "Today's the day of your first fight!" Rubble hated the thought. He couldn't possibly hurt another dog. Let alone any animal. Socks turned around and Beconed the bulldog to follow with his long flowy tail. They lead him down three flights of stairs into a room that was dark. Rubble, although seemed pretty calm in the dark, he didn't like it. He didn't like being alone in the dark, and as Socks left the room and shut the door, it was pitch black. Rubble panicked, trying to run out but hitting a wall. He shook his head, shaking off the pain, and sat down, hating every second. A spider could easily crawl onto him.
He heard voices, Human voices, from one wall.
"And today, we have two new bulldogs, fighting for victory! You know the rules, and if the guards did well, the other two should to! Not that there are any rules to follow except, whoever wins moves on, and to when you have to have strength. The first dog we have today is..." the words got caught off by barking. Suddenly, his name was called and a wall opened up. The wall behind him pushed him into the arena. He looked around the dried dirt arena. In front of him was the bulldog, but Rubble recognized him to easily.
"Dozer!"
And done with another chapter! I'm sorry for the wait you had, but I worked very hard to get this chapter perfect with every little detail. I will be only using Dozer in the story, and he is my OC, but he is only in this story. You may use him in a story if you like, but this is the only story I plan to have him in.