Of Illegal Substances and Old Rivals (ANYONE!)

[DeadBite]

(**WARNING MATURE CONTENT** This post includes reference to drug usage and slight curse words)


Budreaux awoke at the faint sound of a whispering human. He lay there, behind the decrepit couch, and opened one eye. His cropped ears strained forward, and he stared towards the door, the only entrance to the room he occupied.

"This is it. I hear dey' got a pit though, man."

More muffled whispers, and then the door creaked open. The door complained, and the groan echoed through the dark room.
Budreaux opened his other eye.

Two humans entered the room cautiously. Budreaux narrowed his eyes at the intruders, and emmitted a low growl, but did not stand.
The humans, upon hearing his warning, stared wildly around the room, looking for the source of the growl. One headed over to the heavy dresser on the right. The one he was chained to.

The human began frantically opening drawers and throwing their contents behind him. Budreaux twitched as a yellowed wife-beater landed near his head. He silently stood.
Neither human would've noticed his movement if it hadn't been for the huge chain connecting him to that very dresser. It rattled and dragged across the wooden floor noisily as he stood and stared at the intruders.
The human still at the door took notice first. The other had his attention on the discovery he had just made in the dresser.

"No way man! There must be enough weed in here for the entire city!"

Just as he turned towards his partner, with a full ziploc bag in each hand, he spotted Budreaux.

"Oh shit. Its that dog of theirs. DeadBite."

Yes, ol' DeadBite had a reputation in the ring. Smart, agile, and downright aggressive, this dog had won many fights, and had also served as a good drug protector for his owners. At this, Ro let out another growl, only this time, he accompanied the warning with a promise. A promise of teeth and muscle.

The first human turned on his heel and ran out the door. The other now had a choice to make. Fight or flight. Neither looked promising.
In hopes of creating a diversion, the second human threw one of the overstuffed bags away from himself. Budreaux glanced at it, and the human ran.
DeadBite was on him in a flash. The thick chain added to his weight as he slammed into the back of the poor fellow's knees. He fell face first onto the splintering wooden floor. Budreaux knew what to do. As his jaws clamped around the back of the guy's neck, he heard a scream from behind him.

Startled, he turned to see what had made the odd interruption...just in time to catch a metal baseball bat to the face. His world went black.

*pant* "Don't worry. I got 'em man. Lets get the shit and go."

"Naw. I'm taking this bastard for a ride."

The human removed a switchblade from his boot and easily sliced off Budreaux's thick nylon collar. The collar and the thick chain fell to the floor with a thud. As his partner gathered up the "goods", he grabbed the dog by the scruff of its neck, and half carried, half dragged it to the car.

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Budreaux awoke slowly. His world was spinning. He felt sick and confused and tired and alert all at once. He made several attempts to stand, and finally fell to the dirt in a deep sleep.
One very important and potentially deadly detail he did not happen to notice was the street sign outside the alley where he now lay.


...It was rusty and covered in spray paint, and it read "Market Street."

[Squeeji]

All things considered it was quiet in Market Street, sure, there was a the sound of youngsters scrapping long after practice had been done. Posturing for respect, as the young did. As any fighting beast would. But there was no commotion that lead itself to be any different or to any interest to Lolita.

It was irksome.

With a yawn the three legged veteran decided to get herself out on a walk, least she go mad by the thick monotony. After all, if she stuck around too long without doing something...she might find herself picked up to breed. The old female shook her head and seemed to fall into a lull.

It was the sound of a strange vehicle that had perked her attention. A couple of strange men came out. One of them looked plenty pissed, and was bleeding. They seemed to converse with one another, and pulled something out of the trunk.

Her ears perked at that but her pale eyes couldn't pick up just what the thing was, but she'd get her chance to investigate. After all, the men were just leaving it in Market Street territory...and they left in a hurry. The old shar-pei, shook her head, and hobbled over curiously.

It didn't take much time for her to figure out what they had left. Some poor mutt they dumped here to die. Lolita almost felt bad for the guy for a moment. He looked almost dead. But the slight rise and fall of his chest proved that he was only unconscious. "'Ey, ey...ese. Get up. Buenos días perrito." she didn't dare touch him, so she flicked a piece of gravel at the knocked out pit, hoping to rouse him "Get up before someone else finds you."

That was all she could do to warn him. This was no place for someone to lay prone.

[DeadBite]

Deadbite was in his small wire kennel. His master and his (now) ex girlfriend were arguing furiously. He watched with little interest. As they argued about trust, the small, ugly chihuahua that belonged to the woman hobbled in.
Dead's owner snatched it up by the back of its neck. It squealed, and so did the woman.

[glow=red,2,300]"Put Ruffy down, Jamal. PUT HIM DOWN"[/glow]

Her voice rose to a scream as Jamal held the wiggling creature above Dead's kennel.
Deadbite looked up. Aha. Something of interest.

[glow=red,2,300]"You wanna cheat on me Tammy? Was it worth it? Was he good? Good enough to throw my heart away?"[/glow]

A single tear rolled down his cheek as he reached for Dead's kennel lock. The girl looked around frantically.

[glow=red,2,300]"N-now Jamal. You know I love you. Don't make any stupid decisions, and for God's sake, put my baby down!!"[/glow]

*Click* the lock on Deadbite's kennel released.

[glow=red,2,300]"Fuck you, Tam."[/glow]

At that, he carelessly tossed the tiny dog into a now alert Deadbite's kennel. At first Dead stared at it anxiously. He would never do something without his master first commanding it. He learned that lesson early in life...not until-

[glow=red,2,300]"Deadbite! Get 'em."[/glow]

That was it. That was all he needed. Dead did what he did best.

...The chihuahua stared up at him through a torn and bloodied face.

[glow=green,2,300]"Buenos días perrito."[/glow] it said. God, he hated that things accent. Dead stared in confusion at the obviously dead dog that was now speaking to him.
[glow=blue,2,300]"What the fu-"[/glow]

Budreaux blinked lazily through the fog that began to clear from his brain. A dog, one much larger than any chihuahua was standing over him. His eyes popped open. Why was he on the ground? Had he lost a fight to -this- three legged gimp?
He blinked hard and attempted to stand, to get himself out of such a vunerable position, and fell, hard, back to the cracked cement.

He emmitted a moan that sounded something like [glow=blue,2,300]"Where am I?" [/glow]or [glow=blue,2,300]"Who are you?" [/glow]No one could be sure exactly what was said.

[Squeeji]

The old female wasn't nearly threatening, Lolita shook her head and peeked over her shoulder. As though concerned that she might be caught with this rogue. "Are you alright?" She couldn't possibly believe that this bumbling male could be. Especially after cracking his jaw on the pavement like that. Though her statement was that of concern, her expression in face and tone was apathetic.

"Do you need help up?" Lolita took a step forward, but stopped knowing that if she got too close to fast the foolish mutt would probably snap at her. "Because it's probably not the best to be sitting here if the Gang's bosses come 'round...not in the condition you are in ese." the shar-pei glanced behind again, and turned her attention back to the pit.

"You don't need to trust me but I will get you somewhere safe if you'll let me." She was a mother at heart, and though this haggard creature was not hers...she could not abide that a fighter be killed without a fair fight. "I am Lolita...they call me the Mother of Monsters if you must know. And you are in Old Market Street, the fighting gang territory."