Post by Fen on Jan 16, 2014 23:56:50 GMT -6
The echoing sounds of soft whines and barks reverberated off the walls, causing his blood to run cold. The stone floors and the chain-link of his pen were foreboding as his young eyes watched the outside, shadows moving on the other side of the door. The bad door. The door dogs went into and never came out of. Would he be next? He had bitten the keeper. Would they come grab him by the scruff of his neck and drag him to the room that reeked of death and fear? He shivered, his too-big-for-his-body paws cold on the concrete as he rested at the back of the cage, his face buried in soiled blankets as he tried to not draw attention to himself. He knew what was going on. He knew what day it was.
Judgement day.
Footsteps on the stone alerted him, and he raised his head, cropped ears perking forward as a hand opened the kennel and reached in, hooking a finger in the loop of his choke collar and dragging him from his place. He cried, he braked, he growled, he yelped; nothing was going to save him now. He jerked up, his already huge, eight-month-old body nearly matching the weight of the human that dragged him, and bit his hand again. It was the same one, he could recognize the taste of this one's blood.
It didn't stop him. He must be used to it by now.
The scent of death grew stronger and stronger as he neared the door, and the human kicked it open with such force that it swung back and left a hole in the wall behind it. More hands flew in to grab at him, lifting him onto the table as he tried to struggle against his captors, the chain around his neck nearly crushing his windpipe.
That's when he saw it, the needle. He had seen them throwing them away before. He knew what it was for.
The sharp, metal thing was closing in...
That's when he saw the open delivery door.
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Alonzo woke with a start, his head lying on soft cotton pillows, distorted music coming from a broken record player bringing him back to reality. He was panting, his chest rising and falling with every new breath he took, his eyes wild as they darted around the dark room.
"You alright?" A voice said from next to him, "Alonzo?"
He looked over, squinting a bit to see the outline of a female dog beside him. She was looking at him with curious eyes, and he realized he didn't recognize her.
"Ah, hell." He muttered.
"You were panting really hard, are you-"
"Out, please." He said, gesturing at the door but not looking at her. She started to say something, but he sent her a glare and she scurried for the door, kicking it closed with a loud slam on her way out.
That was the fifth time this week he had that dream, and his skin still bore gooseflesh from thinking about it. He stood, making sure the woman's footsteps had faded out before he exited the room. The brightly lit hallway blinded him for a moment, and he took a second to adjust before stepping forward again, heading for the nearest drink of water. A few dogs must have heard the commotion the girl caused when she left, and they had their heads stuck out watching Al head down the hallway.
He found a bucket of water and took a long, much-needed drink as he eyed himself over in a piece of broken glass. He looked like hell. Sighing, he sat down, leaning his head against the coolness of the metal wall and his headache began to slow in its throbbing. It would take him a while to recover from that one.
Judgement day.
Footsteps on the stone alerted him, and he raised his head, cropped ears perking forward as a hand opened the kennel and reached in, hooking a finger in the loop of his choke collar and dragging him from his place. He cried, he braked, he growled, he yelped; nothing was going to save him now. He jerked up, his already huge, eight-month-old body nearly matching the weight of the human that dragged him, and bit his hand again. It was the same one, he could recognize the taste of this one's blood.
It didn't stop him. He must be used to it by now.
The scent of death grew stronger and stronger as he neared the door, and the human kicked it open with such force that it swung back and left a hole in the wall behind it. More hands flew in to grab at him, lifting him onto the table as he tried to struggle against his captors, the chain around his neck nearly crushing his windpipe.
That's when he saw it, the needle. He had seen them throwing them away before. He knew what it was for.
The sharp, metal thing was closing in...
That's when he saw the open delivery door.
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Alonzo woke with a start, his head lying on soft cotton pillows, distorted music coming from a broken record player bringing him back to reality. He was panting, his chest rising and falling with every new breath he took, his eyes wild as they darted around the dark room.
"You alright?" A voice said from next to him, "Alonzo?"
He looked over, squinting a bit to see the outline of a female dog beside him. She was looking at him with curious eyes, and he realized he didn't recognize her.
"Ah, hell." He muttered.
"You were panting really hard, are you-"
"Out, please." He said, gesturing at the door but not looking at her. She started to say something, but he sent her a glare and she scurried for the door, kicking it closed with a loud slam on her way out.
That was the fifth time this week he had that dream, and his skin still bore gooseflesh from thinking about it. He stood, making sure the woman's footsteps had faded out before he exited the room. The brightly lit hallway blinded him for a moment, and he took a second to adjust before stepping forward again, heading for the nearest drink of water. A few dogs must have heard the commotion the girl caused when she left, and they had their heads stuck out watching Al head down the hallway.
He found a bucket of water and took a long, much-needed drink as he eyed himself over in a piece of broken glass. He looked like hell. Sighing, he sat down, leaning his head against the coolness of the metal wall and his headache began to slow in its throbbing. It would take him a while to recover from that one.