Chapter Eight: DogEatDog
Authors Note: EXTREMELY SHORT CHAPTER INCOMING!
THINK OF IT AS AN INTERLUDE!
Before the bullets
Before the flies
Before authorities take out my eyes
The only smiling are you dolls that I made
But you are plastic and so are your brains
Marilyn Manson - "GodEatGod"
Location Unknown
A hound sat in an old and dusty armchair, paws clasped together. In front of him was a slowly burning fire made of old newspapers with the headline "WURZ ASSASINATED BY MERC. VON HIEDRICH BANISHED FROM BESDOLORE!" written across them and dried wood. With the help from Michael Drescher, his plan to assassinate Ulrich Wurz had been a great success. Being the body double for Friedrich Sturm worked perfectly into their hands, tricking Otto von Hiedrich into killing his own men.
With their hideout being compromised, it was decided that they would have to destroy it and all the evidence of their findings. It had been planned for months now. With all the authority members investigating the premise, they could use the explosives to his advantage.
In the corner of his eye, the man noticed another greyhound like him walk into the room. Their bodies were almost mirror images of each other. When he turned to have a look, he saw that it was Michael, now dressed in the dark blue vest that The Great Line was known for wearing. He looked towards the flames as it crackled.
"Gunter…" He muttered, his Germanic accent still heavy.
"Ah, Michael. How did the preparations go?"
"Everything is set, we armed the bombs twenty minutes ago. They're set to go off…" He looked down at his watch. "In about five minutes."
"Perfect, Friedrich will be happy to hear that." Gunter reached down below his seat and grabbed a box of cigars and took one out, lighting it with the fire that was beginning to die down. "In fact, I honestly have never met the guy before." He inhaled the fumes of the cigar before letting it all go in the exhale.
"Yes you have…" Michael noted.
"Really, when?"
"Now…" He turned to see Michael now holding a blaster in his hand.
"Wait!" The canine pulled the trigger back, allowing the laser to strike Gunter in the chest. He fell back over the armrest and onto the cold floor. His heart was beating rapidly, making his head swell with each thump. Michael stood above his body now, smiling menacingly. He knelt down and placed the gun in Gunter's mouth.
"I'd like to thank you for assisting me, it was a pleasure doing business with you." He chuckled. "But, now that you're no longer of assistance to me, there's only one way out of this." He waved at the canine, who was trying to speak, but the gun muffled his pleas for mercy. Within a matter of moments, his life was extinguished. Friedrich stood back up and calmly wiped off some of the blood on his gun, as if nothing had happened.
"Besdolore will be mine…"