I apologize for this chapter being a day later, I was very busy and didn't have time to write it.

Warning, this chapter contains minor gore.

Sylvia and her father looked at the dead body of Piper. She had done bleeding out, but the sight still haunted her, Sylvia getting flashbacks of her mother's death. "W-what was my mother like?" Sylvia barked out, not thinking.

"Oh your mother? She was the most beautiful dog in the world, and would risk her life for anyone. That's... well how she died. ... Anyways, she had the sweetest heart, but I knew never to get on her bad side. I just wished I hadn't killed her that day. I would've kept my daughter and my wife."

Sylvia looked at Piper, "And we killed the puppies' mother. That's... how you must've felt."

Her father sighed and nodded. "Let's get going to save your friends." He barked. Sylvia nodded and they went upstairs.

Once they were ready, they dropped the puppies' off at Katie's. They had gotten everything they could've needed for this trip. Medical equipment, water, blankets, and more. Once they saw the "Welcome to Foggy Bottom, the best place on Earth sign', which had originally said "Welcome to Foggy Bottom, the foggiest place on Earth, just with a peice if paper stuck to it, she sighed, taking a drink of water. Her father and herself both had on a pup pack, with different things inside. They heard voices and ran behind a bush. Sylvia looked out of the bush, only to see a couple walking by. They walked out and headed forward. Then they heard growling. They hid behind a rock and looked over it. There was the van, with the paw patrol inside, Chase being lifted out and put on a collar, and Rubble was getting yelled at by the main man. Sylvia watched as Chase was set down on the ground, and her father had already sent a distraction. A dart flew and hit the man, making him fall to the ground unconscious. They walked out from behind their hiding spots and Spirt had barked, "We are Sylvia and Spirt!" Together they walked down to the area and the dogs surrounded them. Sylvia sent a worried glance at Rubble. They didn't have a plan after this. The men took all their stuff, and the man pulled at gun from his pocket, quickly putting it back away.

"Ok, Sylvia..." the man said, one of the carrying Spirt from out of the area. "We're going to the lookout, and we will decide what to do with you there."

At the lookout...

They headed for the yard and stopped. The paw patrol about 20 feet away from them as the dogs surrounded them. "Sylvia and Rubble, it has now come to that time. You two will fight until there is a winner." The man said.

Sylvia studdered, "I-I can't kill Rubble." She couldn't believe it. It was life or death. One will live, the other will die suffering. They were going to make her fight to get back to the horrible pound place.

"A-and I can't even hurt a fly," Rubble whimpered.

"I'm just kill you both then." The man said, pulling out his gun.

"Now, Dalmatian pup. I see you are the EMT here, and you are only able to save one of these two. Save both, and you die." Sylvia watched as Marshall quickly nodded. Sylvia sent a glance at the man, who suddenly pulled the trigger, landing straight at Rubble's paw. Rubble yelped in pain, and Marshall ran over to him. Then, the man pointed the gun at Sylvia, and before she knew it, she heard the trigger being pulled.

For another side of the story, check out my other story, Counting Sheep.