Chapter 2: The Hunted

At the docs south of Acme City, a dog with a gun ran as fast as he could. He knew someone or something was after him but he didn't know who or what it was. It was going to hunt him down like have done to the rest of his crew.

For almost half an hour ago, he was at the docs with his friends open up cargos who were just loaded off a ship. Their boss Yosemite Sam have ordered new riffles and explosives.

Yosemite Sam is one of the most feared gang leaders in Acme City who wants to conquer the city's criminal underworld. However, he is not the only one who have such an interest. Some of the other gangs did he have to take out. So many of the criminals in the city are either dead or have joined his gang. He has succeeded so long because he apparently have contacts with huge resources and deep pokets. Now he is at war with a gang who is using the same conquer tactic as himself and he wants them taken out before they grow too powerful.

One of the mobs opened the cargo and took one of rifles and admired it. "That's more I like it." He said with a satisfied smile.

"I still don't understand where the boss get those things from." One of the other mobsters said.

"None of us do. But so what. It's better to keep your mouth shut." A third mob said.

Many members of Sam's gang have wondered where their boss get these weapons from, but no one dare to ask him about it anymore. There was a time where one of the gang members asked too many questions and ended up with his eye sliced out. Sam promised his gang that he would be far less merciful in the future, if anyone ever got so curious again.

Certainly, they all heard a scream.

"What the hell was that?" One of the mobs said. "You three, go take a look." The mob ordered the dog and two other mobs while pointing at the direction.

Then the dog and two others ran to where the scream came from and found one of the gang members lying on the floor with a huge bump on his head.

"Is he dead?" The dog asked.

One of the two mobs checked his pulse and then pushed him a little.

"He is alive but he's out cold. We can't wake him up." The mob said before they heard screams and gunfire from the others. The three mobs ran to see what was going on. While they were running, they heard shouts like: "Kill him, kill him.", "Where is he?", "Help, help me".

When the three mobs arrived, they found all their friends lying on the ground. Some of them seemed unharmed, while other had many bumps, there were also some of them who had dislocated arms or legs.

"What the hell happened here?" Said the mob who checked their KO'd friend.

"Who could have done this?" The dog said before noticing that the third mob was gone.

"Hey, where did he go?" The dog said. They both turned around to see that the missing mob where lying motionless on the ground. The dog ran checked the mob, when he got to the body, he noticed that the other mob didn't follow him. The dog turned around to see that the mob stood paralyzed and had a terrified look on his face.

"What are you doing?" The dog yelled. "I need help!"

"Screw you." The terrified mob said. "I'm out'a here."

Then the mob ran against the containers. The frustrated dog checked the pulse on the mob on the ground. He was alive. Later he heard a scream from the mob who ran.

"Aaah help me! Cut me down! Cut me doooow…" The dog heard the said while running to the containers. He found the mob hanging upside down and motionless with his feet bound at a lamppost turned off.

"What the hell is going on?" The choked dog said. He knew that he would be next. So he ran. He wanted to get away from here as quick as possible. While he was running, he was sure he could hear a set of running footsteps (besides the sound of his own). Someone was following him.

Half an hour later the dog stopped up because he was out of breath. While he was getting his breath, he was loading his gun and turned around to see who was following him. But he saw none.

"I know you're there. Show yourself." The tied dog yelled. But no one come and no one answered.

When he catch his breath, he turned around start running. He only took a few steps before he felt something hitting him at the neck. The impact was so large that he fall and hit the ground while dropping the gun, who landed a few meters from him. The dog was lying on ground crippling in pain, later he could hear a set of footsteps coming closer and closer. He crawled to get his gun. When he was close enough, he reach his hand after it. Then an unusual large foot stepped with huge force on his hand. The dog screamed in pain. Sometime later, the foot were removed from his hand. He tried to get up but before he could do it, the figure next to him gripped his squashed hand and twisted it around his back. He tried to get up again but then more he struggled then more pain felt in his arm.

"Where do you get the weapons from?" The heard the figure said.

"Go the hell" The dog said. Trying again to get free but without luck.

"You saw what I did to your friends. Try to imagen what I can do to you." The figure then said with a furious voice.

"I ain't telling you craAAAAAAHHH!" The dog screamed as he could fell a huge pain while his hand where forced to flex.

"And I ain't even trying." The figure said.

The dog could not stand more pain. "All right, all right. I'll talk." He finally said. "I don't know who's selling the weapons. Our boss, Yosemite Sam, he's the kind of guy who's holding the cards close to him. Listen, his second in commands, Smith and Canasta, there his closest friends, maybe one of them can tell you who the seller is, or at least take you to the boss so he can tell you."

"Where do I find them?"

"Both of them often go to the local casino. They like playing poker. Okay?"

Then some sirens could be heard not far away. The police where coming. The dog could fell that the figure where letting go of his arm. He tried to get up a fourth time but then he felt a fist hitting him back of his head. He hit the ground with great impact and pain. Then everything went black.