Fly

Ready?

All I could see was my girl becoming smaller as she tried, but failed, to keep up with the man who was carrying me out of the NEC and away from the life I had grown so attached to...

The thought of losing my girl was just unimaginable. There was no way I was going to go back to my old life, I had to get out of his grip. With all the energy I had left in my weak, broken body, I fought back against my captor. He accidentally grabbed my lower jaw in the struggle of my attempted escape, and not one to miss an opportunity, I bit down, hard. Jake cried out in the agony but I continued to clamp his hand in between my teeth. 'This'll teach him not to threaten my girl' I thought silently, a slight smile forming in the corners of my mouth.

When he realised I wasn't going to voluntarily let go of his hand, Jake used his other hand and grabbed the scruff of my neck. I released him, the memory of before tearing deep into my soul once again. He threw me to the floor while I was in my memory induced trance and walked over to my dying body. Blood was steadily trickling out of the gunshot wound in my side and it was then I saw the same gun pointed at my head. I was going to die. His finger slowly eased up the trigger as a single tear rolled down my bruised cheek. Time slowed down and I could see the bullet firing out if the gun's barrel, heading straight towards my head. I closed my eyes for probably the very last time and waited for the flying chunk of metal that was to end my life. In its place an earthquake shook the ground I was lying on. An earthquake that also sent the bullet flying into the murky depths of the abyss that surrounded me. Where did that come from? Seconds later I was falling. Falling into the darkness...

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"Storm? Are you ok buddy? You've had a nightmare boy, can you wake up for me please?"
What? That didn't really happen!? I hurriedly tried to sit up but ended up tripping over my paws in the process. The only thing I needed right now was a hug off my best friend, the one I thought only moments ago I would never see again. I stumbled but managed to finally stand on my own 4 paws. Undoubtedly my girl was sat before me, a look of deep concern plastered all over her face. "Come here bud, you look like you need a hug". And I really did need a hug. I leaned into my girl and reflected on the dream I just had. Was it a message of some sort? Even real perhaps? A glimpse into the future?

We leaned into each other for a few minutes before I suddenly remembered the reason we were here. We had a show to win! I enthusiastically jumped up, hoping I hadn't slept through the class. My girl looked at me, slightly confused by my frantic actions, unable to decipher the message I was trying to convey. I jumped down from my bench, grabbed my lead and put it in my girls hand, encouraging her to follow me.

I lead my girl towards the main arena where we were due to be competing and she finally understood what I was trying to tell her. She knelt down next to me, holding out her palm as she spoke. "Don't worry you silly sausage, you didn't miss the class! Are you sure you still want to compete though, after all that must've been a pretty bad dream considering the state you were in when you woke up. It's not too late to back out now. I won't be mad if you don't want to do do it".

Don't want to do it? Of course I wanted to. This was the best thing that had ever happened to us. Why wouldn't I want to do it!? To show just how willing I was, I lunged forwards, pinning my girl in the floor beneath me, and put in my best cheeky smile. My eyes sparkled with anticipation, a mischievous glint also illuminated them. Then, without hesitation, I gave my girl a thorough face licking.

My class started in 2 hours and we were definitely ready. Ready to take on the show. Ready to take on the world...