Chapter 2

Hollywood, California.

"The name's Blonde. Jim Blonde." said Exile, a tall and chunky grey and white siberian husky in his Russian accent.

"Jesus..." said the director. "Cut!"

"What's the issue now?" asked Exile.

"Is that Russian accent the only one you know?" asked the director, an African American man with a 'Caddyshack' cap on and glasses.

"I am a Russian, Charlie." said Exile. "If you don't like it, I'm off the set."

"I don't need an ex-hero on the set anyways." said the director.

"Then I guess I'll never save your ass." said Exile and walked off the set.

Salem, Oregon.

In a house, Hunter, a fit golden furred dog, lie down on the floor sleeping, currently possessing his feral traits. He dreamt about him and Colleen.

Bon Iver - Holocene

First, he remembered the two of them riding on a motorcycle together. Next, it was the pleasure of them mating together. It seemed so right. Like Heaven. When his memories was bringing him back to all that he wanted to remember, he remembered the worst part of their past.

Colleen was crying.

"Hunter, please!" she begged. "I love you! You can't go!"

"I haven't been who I was supposed to be." said Hunter. "For what I don't deserve you."

"I forgive you!" Colleen cried. "Just please stay."

"Colleen, look at me." said Hunter and put his paws on her cheeks.

"You are a beautiful girl." said Hunter. "I haven't been faithful and I know as beautiful as you are, you'll find a faithful guy."

Hunter then walked out the door, only to have Colleen follow him.

"Hunter, please!" Colleen begged.

"I'm sorry, Colleen." said Hunter and got in a maroon 2000 Ford Excursion.

"You can change, Hunter." said Colleen. "I trust that. Just get out and come inside."

"I'm not worth it." said Hunter, turned the truck on and drove off.

"No!" Colleen screamed. "Come back! Please!"

The truck didn't take long to disappear.

"HUNTER!" Colleen screamed, then fell down and started crying in her paws.

In the present, Hunter started crying as well soon after he woke up.

Hunter's owner came in with Professor Shepherd, a tall caucasian man with long white hair and pure white eyes, wearing a white suit, except for his tie.

"So, do you need him?" asked Hunter's owner.

"I just wanna talk to him." said Professor Shepherd. "Is that okay?"

"Yeah." said Hunter's owner and went in the other room.

Professor Shepherd got Hunter's water bowl, put it on the floor, got a bottle of chemicals out and put it in Hunter's water.

Hunter then drank the mixture and then turned into his cano-sapien form.

"Why don't you take a walk with me?" asked Professor Shepherd.