Chapter 3

Training

Max POV

I had been up for hours watching my brother sleep, I was always the first one up I don't know how he can sleep that well in a place like this, I smiled at him, he was massive for his age even though I don't know how old he is exactly but he was young, his cote was black and he was cover head to foot in scars, missing one ear and other had been torn apart. The worst scar he had was a brand on his shoulder three eights going down

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The brand had never held, it some time it would start bleeding all of a sudden, it was his biggest weakness.

I looked at the scar I had given him it ran down the right hand side of his muzzle over his right eye and stop just blow his ear, I remember the first day I sore him was the day I had given him that scar.

My family had been killed in there sleep and they had kidnap me. And I was tort how to fight dogs. All I had left to remember my family was my fathers butterfly knife it was beautiful with a red handle that folded over the blade like the wings of a butterfly, the blade was made of the strongest metal and it never got blunt and was as sharp as a razor. Master had put the knife in to a sheath on my belt that only he could unlock with his bracelet; I had to have it to fight with.

I absentmindly put my hand on my knife remembering the first time I met my brother.

Flash back.

I was standing in a arena with loads of people watching me hopping I would fall in the next fight, they where banging on the glass windows stamping on the floor taunting me shout at me to die there bets counted on me losing this fight.

But I couldn't see them or her them I was constating on the cage door on the other side of the arena. The cage door was shaking from the blows of the worrier within.

I took up my fighting stands, took out my fathers knife did a few tricks with it out of habit. I was ready for any dog that came out of that door I would not give these low lives's the pleasure of watching me die.

A mans voice rang throw out the arena "lades and gentlemen here we will see our young pup have his first taste of human flesh, I give you triple eight".

The crowd roared,

I was ready the cage door's flow open and out jump the blood socked………………….. Wolf that was no dog that was a wolf my father showed my pitchers and told my stores about them but it was impossible they had been excised for hundreds of years.

It stood there hackle's rasped showing the biggest set of fang I had ever seen. It was missing an ear. Blood was dripping from its body it looked like it had bathed in it. His eyes where popping his pupils where tiny it was out of control it was MAD. I flick the blade in my hands so the blade was pointing down to the ground.

We jumped at each other at the same time; I had my blade behind me and brought it up as we past each other. Skidded to a halt at the other end of the arena and tern, took a quick glance at my blade there was blood dripping from it, I smiled to my self HA I had hit it.

I looked up at the wolf to see it tern slowly I had slashed it right across its face.

It ran at me with lighting speed it jumped to the left then the right then the left again then faked a right and came at me on the left I fell back clumsily bring me arms up in front of me it bit down hard, on my arm I screamed dropped my blade falling on the floor with the wolf still on top of my with my arm in its mouth.

This is it the end for me, lest I will see my family soon. Then suddenly the wolf body went rigged let go of my arm and fell to the floor, his collar was electrocutin him. The wolf did not yelp or howl it just laid there twitching and jerking from the shocks it was getting. It was unnatural how it dint show any pane the only sine was its eye where growled shut. A mans voce said "il buy him he will make a good slave" I looked up my site was blurred all I could see was an outline of a man he raised hi foot. Then I fell into darkness.

"WAKEY WAKEY RISE AND SHINE GOT TRANNEING TO DO"

I jerked from my day dream.

Master was banging on the side of the cage, eight got up showing no emotion no hatred no anger or sadness to him showing feelings to the enemy was weakness and if he showed weakness it could be exploited. A skill I wished I possessed, I thought to my self as I got up. Master disappeared out of site, I looked back at eight "ready mate" I said dully he walked up to me lick me on the chin and stood waiting for me to put his leash on. He only showed emotion when he was with me or when he was alone.

I clipped his chain leash to his collar and headed to the training van.

When we got there master was standing next to the treadmill. "Max I wont you on the punching bag and I what him on the treadmill" he barked at me.

I flinched eight dint do any thing just stood there like a scarecrow.

I unclipped his leash and went over to the punching bag, I hated this thing it was hard as a rock and I wasn't allowed gloves of any sort by then end of this training session my knuckles will be bleeding and my shins will be raw.

"I want you to punch and kick that thing the hole time if you stop for any reason you will be in that bag" he said cracking his knuckles "you stop when he stops he pointed at eight who had already started to run.

I started my training punching and kicking the bag I had been tort to fight by master how is an x kickboxing and karate champion, Ooooh how the mighty fall.

After what seemed like hours I was still punching and kicking the bag my hands were bleeding and my shins were raw, ever time I punched the bag blood went every were it was all over my face and over the floor, I could taste it. The pane was unbearable but I had to keep going otherwise I would be in the bag he had done it to me afro times and I dint what to be in there again.

I looked over at eight not stopping my brag of punches and kicks.

Eight was at a sprint and had been for awhile, there was no show of error or slowing down his face was blank and his mouth was open slightly he was looking start on, I grownd inwards my touchier would only end when eight falls. Master was looking at eight smiling his hands crossed in front of him and his fingers on his bracelet encase me or eight got any idlers.

I look back at eight there was blood on the treadmill, then suddenly his right front leg clasped he hit the treadmill and flow off and hit the wall hard, blood splatter on the wall and he hit the ground.

He got up legs shaking but face still blank as ever, "you can stop max" I gave the bag one last big kick then stop and walk to stand beside eight. My hands were throbbing it was unbearable and they were shacking uncontrollable, my legs felt like they were going to give way any minute.

"Very good" he said with that evil grin on his face looking at my face and eight brand which was bleeding badly.

"Go and clean up and get out of my site"

I put eights leash back on with some difficulty with my hands shacking so bad. He kick my up the ass "GET A MOVE ON BOY".

I got up, got eight leash and walk out of the room with tears in my eyes the pane god.

I put eight back in his cage and went to my toilet were my first ad and only ad was.

Walked back to eight who was ling on his left side panting badly his chest eving.

I got into the cage stat down and drop the first ad box "God damn it" I said aloud tears were welling up in my eyes I was ready to brake down from pane egsotshon.

Open the box and took out a small pouch of blue powder and bandages.

I put the powder in my shaking hand; the blood was dripping on to the floor from strands of skin that were dangling from my hands. I put some of my blood on to the powder the sprinkled the powder on to the bandages then got ready to rap them my hands.

Gods this hurts the blue powder was from the roots of a conmen weed that you could find any were. My father had tort me on how to make and using the stuff, it hurt like hell but it made things hell twist as quick and help prevents scaring, you had to mix your blood with it or it was poisons and once you had put your blood on it you could not use it on anyone else's.

I rapped the bandages around my hands as quick as I could then waited for the sting pane.

A sizzling sound started coming from the wound, here comes the pane "AAAAAAHHHHHHH" I screamed and started to kicking the bars of the cage.

I sat there panting I looked over a my brother his breathing had cam down he was looking at me with his scared eye, I put some of his blood on some powder and sprinkled it on to his brand, he twitched and winced and gritted his teeth and that was it.

I lade down in front of him and started to cry manly from the pane.

He lick me on the fore head I grabbed a clump of his heir and we lade there and eventually fell asleep.