Post by Fen on Jan 2, 2014 0:07:27 GMT -6

put on your war paint
you are a brick tied to me that's dragging me down
strike a match and i'll burn you to the ground
strike a match and i'll burn you to the ground
"I'm going to ask you again, and know that if you're lying..." Crowley looked over his shoulder at the pitbull that was being held down by two of Crowley's goons. "Well, we'll just say you won't walk out of here. As a matter of fact..." Crowley turned, facing the dog, and stepped up to him. "You'll be lucky to crawl." The fear on the dog's bloodied face was apparent as Crowley smiled a devilish grin and leaned in close to the dog's face.
"Why don't you have your payment?"
"I told ya! Some bastardos jumped me. Took all I had!"
"Excuses excuses! Why do they always spit out excuses like I care?!" Crowley growled and with one swift motion and a cracking of bone, he snapped the pit's hind paw. The dog howled in pain and Crowley reached a paw up and forced the dog to look at him. "Now you bring me my payment, you got that, mate? " The dog didn't say anything, his throat likely clogged with blood. Crowley landed a swift blow to the dog's head. "Sorry? I didn't catch that!"
"I will, Mister Crowley! Please just let me go home to my family!"
Crowley backed up a bit, and began to walk away, but he paused and turned back, as if he had forgotten something. With another swift motion, Crowley broke the other paw.
"Now get this bastard out of my sight. You have three days." He said over the pit's howls of pain, and strode over to a bucket of collected rainwater to rinse the blood from his fur. The two bigger dogs carried the pit out of the alley, leaving Crowley to think.
He cleaned himself up and headed out, away from the scene. He was sure someone would come to investigate eventually. He shook his head, and grabbed himself a large dog treat before finding somewhere to perch and calm himself.