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Yeah, I don't own them.

Chapter 11

Caught and Jailed

I ran and ran until I reach Amity Park forest. I hid in the shadows. Nobody could trust me now, I thought. Nobody could see me, hear me …. Love me.

I whined and lay on the wet ground. I went into a small sleep, but I was alert at any sound. Before I knew it, I couldn't be woken up by a small sound.

But I could be woken by a loud sound.

Sirens off in the distance, I woke up, startled and angered. As a police car drove up, I positioned myself to attack. Then I recognized it. The scent. Sam's perfume scent. Sam came to check on me!

I jumped out of the forest and ran to hug Sam, but her parents were there with her; they covered her completely from my reach. I growled as a warning, then a team of military soldiers surrounded them, and pointed their rifles at me. I backed away, but my anger burned inside of me, and it especially burned after seeing Sam's face when she tried to get through.

"Mom! Dad! Stop! That's Danny!" She screamed, but her parents wouldn't listen.

"Samantha! Stay Back!" they would scream. She would fight back.

It hurt me to see her struggle, to see her frightened, frustrated.

She broke free from her parents' hold. "Mom, Dad, you have to listen to me! That is Danny!"

Sam's dad ran in front of her. "Samantha, get back!" He took her fiercely by the arm. She tried to wriggle out of his reach, but he was holding her too tightly. I couldn't take it anymore.

I snarled, and the military team shied away, and I ran to Sam. Whimpering comfortingly, I put my arms around her, then growled at her parents. They instantly knew that I was telling them Get away, she's mine.

Yes, they stepped back, and they stared in horror as I picked up Sam and ran away with her.

The military ran in front of me and stunned me with a cattle prod. Shocked from the attack, I let go of Sam. I could faintly hear her screams behind me, calling my name, grunting and shouting. Not knowing what I was doing, I turned around and jumped at where the shouts were coming from.

There are a lot of things in this world that you may not remember. For instance, in this situation, I didn't remember anything after that. Only small glints; me, snarling, my throat bubbling with foam, blood spitting everywhere, and Sam, screaming in sheer terror at me. I mean, this is ME we're talking about. No matter how much I thought about it, I didn't understand why she had screamed in that little glimpse of a memory. Oh, one more thing:

I also remember a white figure jumping in front of me and slicing the nearest guards in half.

"Ohh…" I remember moaning, and being so dizzy with a migraine that I could vomit. I sat up, rubbed my black eyes, and looked around. Hmm. This wasn't my room.

I studied the features: glass walls, a cage door, and the barks and yowls of canines. I could remember hears their pleas, No! I don't deserve to die! What did I do now?

I gasped.

A pound.

I yelped and hollered, but nobody came to my rescue. Not. Even. Sam. I snarled, bit the bars, and looked at my hands. I licked one and sat up again. I gotta get out of here… I thought bitterly.

A whimper next to me made me stop.

I turned, and saw a little Beagle-Shepherd mix, about 1 or 2 years old. It was pawing at the glass wall, and whimpering, Hey buddy. What ya in for?

I replied in canine tongue, I'm not supposed to be in here, as you can see. I'm a human.

The pup lowered its ears. Yeah. A human that can speak dog.

I growled a warning. Seriously, I am human! See my hands? I showed him my palms, dirty and blood-stained.

The pup backed away. Those furless paws smell like Not Breath. What did you hunt?

I sighed. No, I didn't hunt. I- I suddenly stopped. Why was I talking in dog-speak so fluently? I growled and turned away. I hated being so weird. Different. Lonely. Like a rouge in a wolf pack.

That metaphor made me growl again. Why couldn't I stop thinking like a dog? Meanwhile, the Beagle-pup barked at me in annoyance. Hello? Can you hear me? It growled.

I snarled back. Would you be quiet? I'm trying to think here, and you yapping over there is making me dizzy. The pup whined, then growled, and turned away.

A sharp, loud clang made me jump. Then I heard the scuffle of boots, and the scratching of a dog's claws, hoping he'd stay in one place while he was being pulled. I quickly hid behind the pillow for me (it was a pretty big pillow) and watched, seeing a large man growling at a cute little puppy, about three months old. It was yelping and pleading, Help! Please! I don't want to die!

Eventually, I heard the slam of the door at the end of the hall. The yelping suddenly stopped. I heard the sharp creak as a large metal thing was being lifted up. Then, the tap tap of boots again, going down the hall with an empty leash in hand.

I swallowed hard. If I was gonna get out of here, I'd better do it as a human trapped inside.

I started to pound the cage door with my hand, and I cried, "Help! I'm trapped! Help!"

Luckily, the chunky guy came, and stared at me. "Woah. How'd you get in there? And where'd that wolf mix go?" He looked in the stall. Then back at me. "Who are you?"

"I'm the, erm… garbage boy?" I tried. He narrowed his eyes, nodded, and unlocked the cage. I sighed. "Thanks, man. Hey, about that dog-" I ran out of there like heck, man.

Many barks, yelps, and howls followed me as I ran.

Take me with you!

PLEASE!

No, come back-!

I ignored the calls and continued running. It was kill, or be killed in our world.

And that's what I was thinking of.

YAYY! Thank you for your support, I'm SO SORRY I delayed, I got caught up in Wolf's Rain and Bleach and… *sigh* I'm sorry! Next chapter will be up whenever!