"Dozer!?" Rubble yelled one a surprised voice. He couldn't fight Dozer. He had been one of his first friends here. He couldn't think of hurting him, or even killing him. But the chanting grew on, and the yelling grew in a cresendo. He couldn't stop it. He looked at the old, white bulldog a couple feet from him. He trotted over to the other bulldog, and just stared. Stared into his eyes. Into his sad, sad eyes. Then Dozer spoke, in his old, rusty dog voice, "Kill me little one. You will always live longer. I lived my life, you have to live yours." He walked closer to Rubble. Rubble didn't want to hurt anyone. After all, he was supposed to help people, not hurt them. He took a gulp and the chanting and growling grew louder.
Rubble heard the announcer speck in his low, deep voice, "Dogs in the arena, if you do not fight, we will be forced to kill you both..." Rubble heard the man mumble, "Better than watching any dog fight..." Rubble whined, looking at Dozer again. He had sad, deep blue eyes.
Dozed growled, "If you won't... I'll do it on my own. I'll teach you here and now, and I will die training you youngster, but you're needed. Place your paw here," he pointed his own paw to his chest. Rubble gulped, but the old bulldog growled, "Now!" Rubble quickly followed the old dog's instructions and placed his paw on his chest. He hated the feeling of putting his claws on someone to hurt them. Suddenly, he felt Dozer's paw on his, pushing it into his fur. Rubble felt fresh blood come from the bulldog. He tried to run, but it was no use, Dozer obviously wanted this. His paw left his body, and Dozer fell. It wasn't much blood that left the bulldog, it was hope. Hope left him like leaves falling off a tree in fall. Slower, and slower he lost hope, and by the end of it, his head collapsed on the floor. He denied getting up, even if it was for help. He wanted to be gone. "Youngster, I-I've been here before..." he took a gasp, "You need to be brave... to survive... please leave me..."
The announcer blocked the rest of the old bulldog's words, "Dozer has fallen, for Rubble is today's winner! Come back tomorrow..." Rubble toned the rest of the words out. He couldn't possibly belive he had killed him. It was possibly crazy to think it wasn't his fault. He had gotten himself into this, and he had to escape. Men came into the arena, and as they tried to put the chain leash on his chain collar, Rubble froze. He stopped, growled, and as the man cowered back for one second, ran. He ran out of the door that lead up to the cages, and suddenly was blocked by a wall of dogs. He pushed through them and ran down some stairs. He ran out the front doors, which were always open, and ran outside. It was raining, the rain pelting him back but he didn't care. He needed out. He ran to the wall and gates, which were concrete and blocked off by cation tape. He was a good 10 feet away from the wall. Rubble looked back, seeing 3 men and 5 dogs following behind them, Socks one of them. Rubble gulped, turning back to the door. Rubble ran for it, and braced for pain. He ran into the wall, head first, and fell, unconscious.
Crazy chapter, I know. Anyways, hope to see you again!