Chapter three. Hurray!
Itchy slowly opined his eyes, his vision blurry. A brown lump of fur stood over him.
"hey, Itchy. Itchy, wake up, Rise and shine." the lump said. itchy vision began to clear.
"itchy. Itchy, the mail mans here, come on wake up!" itchy began to see a face, A face he recognized.
"... ITCHY!" itchy let out a startled scream, as his vision became clear.
"...charlie you don't have to be so loud..." itchy groaned. Glaring at the German Shepard looming over him.
"what, aren't you happy to see me itch?" charlie asked, with a friendly smile. Suddenly charlie was shoved to the ground. And itchy stormed off in the other direction. "whoa, whoa, itch! What was that for? Aren't you happy to see your friend?" charlie asked as he ran up next to itchy. Itchy stopped, and charlie only saw him bare his teeth and heard him let out a low, angry growl. His hat covering the rest of his face. "friend?... your no friend of mine... charlie, you have been gone for so long. Then you just pop up, and expect me to act like nothing happened?" charlie began to feel a twinge of anger build inside him.
"you left me charlie... and Anne to. You left us, and you have been alive all this time!" itchy sharply collided with the ground, and pain shot through him. He looked up in confusion at charlie, who had him pinned to the ground, showing his teeth. "you think... it was my choice... to come back, whenever I wanted?" charlie growled, and a long moment of silence fallowed. "if only you knew how much I had to give... to be here now..." charlie growled again, a feeling of sadness and fear washed over itchy. Then charlies expression fell blank, and he slowly made his way off itchy, and turned his back to him. and let out a sigh. "...sorry itch... I just... I have been through a lot lately..." itchy stood slowly got up and walked next to charlie.
"... charlie... you... you really did die, didn't you?" itchy asked, looking away from charlie.
"yeah. Twice..."
"how?..."
"i really was killed by the car, then I drowned saving Anne..."
"but. How are you here now?" itchy asked, looking at charlie.
"well. In heaven, you can get a few days back on earth if you don't act up."
"so... how long do you have?"
"maybe a few weeks... and itch, wheres Anne?" charlie smiled as he said that. Thinking of her face when she saw him again.
"probably her house. I haven't seen her in a while."
"well. Regardless of the rough start we just had, wont it be great to have us all together again?"
"yeah. But we wont get to Anne's house by sitting around will we?" itchy said and put on a grin of his own.
"Aha! That's my pall! Now get a move on ya giant hot dog!" charlie yelled, starting to run out of the field.
"you know the way?" itchy asked, running beside charlie.
"like the back of my paw itch!" charlie galloped over a hill, and could see the city in the distance.
"well that wont matter charlie, because she moved."
"i know."
"how can you know that?"
"you can see everything in heaven itch."
"about heaven, do you really get wings, and a halo, and all that stuff?"
"yep."
"hah. I wanna die to charlie." they both chuckled at itchys joke. But what charlie didn't know is that it was slightly true.
"slow down charlie! Short legs aren't good for running!" itchy yelled as he started falling behind.
"so what if your legs are half the size of mine? Just work twice as hard!" charlie yelled back as he started running beside a road, The town much closer now. He seemed to tune out and only hear his paws, colliding with the ground. He remembered running like this when he broke out of the pound. Only then he was being shot at. He was pulled out of his trance when a great pain filled his body, and fell to the ground. Skidding on the road for a few seconds. Looking up he saw a car driving down the road to the town. "watch where your going!" charlie yelled.
"charlie! Charlie, are you okay!" itchy ran up next to charlie, panting with a concerned look on his face.
"can you believe that guy? He didn't even stop after he hit me, what a jerk." charlie said.
"... charlie you just got HIT, by a CAR! How can you still be alive!" itchy yelled, looking like he was having a heart attack.
"hah. Guess its just my lucky day." charlie answered, dusting himself off.
"charlie, you must have a guardian angel.."
"... I am a angel itchy." charlie said, holding back a chuckle.
"oh yeah..."
"well come on itch!" charlie yelled and started running to the town again.
"just don't get hit by a car!" itchy yelled, fallowing him.
When they reached the edge of the town charlie saw something in the air...
he filled with dread when he realized it was smoke. He started running faster, praying it wasn't her house. He cut across a yard, jumping over a rusty metal fence. Time seemed to slow down as he turned a corner. He saw the house engulfed in a violent storm of flames. And a faint cry from inside the inside.