Caged violence

~*~*~*~*Chapter 0.5~*~*~*~*

The crowd cheered, clapping and stomping was heard in the in the large arena, seats surrounded the small ring, about five foot by five foot, walls reaching about three feet high, covered in stains of blood and clumps of fur, the sick men and women in the crowds began to place their bets, betting on who the winner of the match would be, and who the failure would be, the bets were collected by two short stumpy men, this fight only happened once a week, the dogs were lead one by one around ring showing off their looks before they were placed into the ring, to kill each other, each fight lasted nearly an hour before one of the two ‘worriers’ fell to his or her death, each dog that won was treated to a cold bath in mucky water, food, water, and medical treatment, but they were not as important as the two dogs in the last fight, the two dogs that were to only be seen in the fight, a new and uprising ‘killer’ tank, bred from a prize fighting bitch, and the king of fighting sire, the pup was a bon killer, known only as the devil’s fang, his master did sharpen the pups fang before every fight, and people suspected the pup was given drugs to encourage the rage.

And Then there was the silver killer, he went by his name well, he was un beat in the ring, and never left his opponents alive, he was not born of fighting blood, he was a stray puppy, beaten until the hatred for everything consumed him, his own handler couldn’t touch him, no one could.

The lights dimmed, and the cheering edged on, all bets were placed before the stumpy men ran back to their seats to watch the fight, two handlers jumped into the rings and shook each other’s hand, in a manner of good sportsman ship, the men turned to their dog’s kennels, and both men held the handles, the whistle blew, the dogs swung open, the brown pup was the first out, his eyes wild with rage, and blood lust, he would make his master proud and kill the other dog, he would be praised and wait for next week’s fight, he would do it happily, the brown’s eyes went wide, compared to him, the silver was nothing! A scrawny lazy weak looking slack of slob! Here he had muscles on muscles, he was twice the silver’s size, he was Tibetan mastiff pit-bull, and this un beatable silver, was the size of a small lab, medium length silver and white fur, the only thing that looked odd was the dogs mismatched eyes, sky blue like a husky, and the other, blood red like the devil, Tank let out a snarl running to the silver, the fight began, teeth snapped at each other, skin ripped under the force of the claws and teeth, blood spattered the walls, the cheering continued, then sirens, the cheering stopped, blue and red lights flashed outside the abandoned warehouse, people began to scramble, forgetting the fight at hand, the two handlers cursed loudly prying the dogs away from each other, Tank was shoved back into his crate, as two men carried the crate off towards a truck and drove away, the silver laid on the ground in a pool of blood, his body shaking, the man over him sighed picking the dog up and throwing him in the crate, the silver felt the crate lifted and carried to the truck, he closed his eyes and sighed his body shaking.

Everything became a blur, the silver watched his handler be dragged off his hands behind his back, then blue eyes met mismatched eyes, the silver began to snarl his eyes going wide, his fangs bare, the door opened a hand slipped in, the silver snapped biting the hand, but it wasn’t pulled back, the hand rested on his head, and for the first time in his miserable existence, the silver felt love, comfort, and at ease

“Dope! What are you doing?! That dogs fucking crazy! Get your hand out of there!”

“Its fine bastard! He’s just scared… and it’s not dog, the crate says ‘Kakashi’”

 

Author notes: I do not approve of dog fighting, in fact I hate it, but I think it’s a good story line for this fic hope you like my story