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Chapter 28: Bad Doggies

"HANNIBAL!"

King looked up at the fearful shout to see Max at the end of the hall. He had just stumbled into the hallway, pulling his shirt back on. Nothing made him happier than leaving the torture chamber. Well, almost nothing. As soon as he saw Max, he sighed with relief. The two ran at one another, hugging tightly before Max pulled back to kiss him fiercely.

"You have a knack for getting into trouble Mr. King," she joked as she situated one of his arms around her shoulder.

"Good thing I have to get me out of it, Ms. Doyle," he replied jokingly, wincing as he limped down the corridor. As they continued to limp, they suddenly heard a growl and paused. Looking in front of them, King saw Pacman turn around the corner. "Fuck me," he whispered depressingly.

"What's wrong with you? It's just a little dog," Max said, looking at him strangely.

"No, it's not. They experimented on it. It's a fucking Vampire," he explained hastily, taking his arm off her to back away down the hall, cautious and slow.

"They made a Goddamn vampire Pomeranian?" she asked incredulously, following his movements.

"Bet your perfectly shaped ass they did," he replied. Max stared at the little dog as well, confused but wary. Her panic started to rise as she saw two Rottweilers emerge behind Pacman, all three growling. "Fuck me sideways!" he cursed under his breath, crouching a bit and staring the dog in the eyes.

"Maybe later, hon," she said, "but I think we should kill all the vampires in the building first."

"Right, I knew that," he replied. "Oh, yeah, who's a good doggie? You're gonna stay. You're gonna stay. Stay," he whispered cautiously, slowly backing up. As soon as they moved though, the dogs opened their mouths with a snarl. "There's pretty smile."

"Don't taunt them, dumb ass!" Max hissed. "They can sense that kind of shit." Straightening up, King looked at the dogs with a sigh and pointed behind him.

"I'm just gonna –"

"RUN!" she shouted, grabbing him by his tank collar and both took off down the hall. The three dogs set off after them, barking like crazy, snouts splitting open as their jaws flowered apart. Hazarding a look back, King saw that the vampire dogs were quickly gaining on them.

Up ahead was a dead-end, just plate glass windows and a whole lot of nothing beyond. The dogs were almost on King and Max when he suddenly grabbed max around her waist and jumped, snagging an overhead pipe. As he swung his body upward, the dogs skidded on the floor, unable to stop their momentum, and crashed straight through the plate glass window. In an explosion of glass, the Pacman and one of the vampire Rottwielers tumbled into the night. They fell like stones, twenty stories down into the traffic-clogged intersection below.

King pulled him and Max back into the hallway, dropping back to the floor. Max was trying to catch her breath, still terrified from the fact that she had just been swinging twenty stories in the air. Meanwhile, beside her, King was cackling, pleased with himself. Max could've hit him, but it took her a second to realize that one of the Rottweilers didn't take the swan dive out the window.

"What's wrong?" King asked, looking at her curiously.

Max didn't have a chance to respond as she pushed King far from her because she was suddenly hit in the chest by the snarling beast. She had dropped her pistol as she was knocked back onto the floor. The dog lunged at her again and, with one arm, Max struggled to keep her face from being bit off. While she was indisposed, King searched blindly for the discarded pistol.

"Max!" he called, locating it and kicking it to her. With her free hand, Max grabbed the pistol and fired into the beast's chest, ashes disintegrating all over her face. Getting a mouthful of the charcoal remains, trying to spit them out as she sat up.

"Bad dog," she said, making a face. Looking over at King, she smiled weakly. King just shook his head and walked over to her, taking her hands in his as he pulled her to her feet.

"Come on, babe, we need to get out of here and get you into a shower," he commented. "You stink."

"Right back at 'ya."

P.S.: Two pages total.