Max wasn't living too much of a good life. Unfortunately, his idea for dealing drugs... didn't last long and now he needed to find work elsewhere. However, is there something more than just that?
Max ran back to the back of the hotel. He peeked around the corner, and yeah, the hound was still there. It was scratching around the area, leaving more marks in the dirt. It became clear that those marks he saw earlier was this thing's claw marks.
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It got him a little wondering if it could be doing what he thought it was doing. Then he saw it raise one of its back legs and... yep, it was marking its territory. He cringed before looking away. This hound had decided to make itself at home at that part of the hotel. Once done marking, it did that animal thing where it circled around in the middle of the marks, then plopped down and curled up, ready for a nap.
The boy shook his head before stepping out, then looked at the wires, seeing the toolboxes there. He slowly tip-toed over to them, making sure not to make any noise before reaching down to pick them up.
While he was there, he looked back at the wires he just fixed, remembering how they looked before then. It started to click that this thing must've been the one who chewed them, causing them to become torn up as they had been. It was the most logical thing he could come up with.
With a shrug, he slowly started to lift one of the boxes up... but then it slipped and fell to the ground, making a noise that caused the hound's eyes to snap open. His face drooped as he looked back at the creature who quickly arose to its feet and started snarling as it started approaching more rapidly.
"Shit, shit, shit!"
In the heat of the moment, he reached into his hood and swung out the first thing he grabbed while squinting his eyes. Suddenly the snarling stopped. He opened his eyes and looked at the hound. It didn't look as angry as it had earlier. It stared at his hand, not in malice, its pupils dilated.
He looked at his hand and... it was the other half of his chicken sandwich when he had meant to grab one of his guns. Sighing to himself, he made his way to his feet as the hound jumped back and started snarling again. Out of anticipation, he wiped open his hood, revealing the tommy gun.
They were in a stare off for a small second before Max started to reach for his gun, only for the hound to wrinkle its snout and snarl more harshly. The boy looked back and forth between the two before pulling the gun out, then extending his arm... then dropping the gun.
The hound seemed to have calm down a little bit before he kicked it away. That seemed to do the trick as it then stopped snarling before sitting down. He let out a big breath before shaking his head again.
He was gonna reach for his toolbox again, but curiosity got the better of him and he looked back at the hound. It seemed... not so hostile anymore. Even more curious, he extended his hand with the food towards the hound. Its eyes darted up to his face, then back at the food before slowly walking forward, causing the boy to tense up in anticipation.
It started to sniff the food, much to his surprise before looking up at him. Another look back and forth and then he thought of something.
"You want the rest?" He asked before holding the food with both hands. "Here you go."
The hound looked up at him again, before back to the sandwich, then let out a huff before opening its mouth. To the boy's surprise, it was all just gum.
"Huh... toothless." He says as he leaned in for a closer look. "Ya know I could've sworn you had-" Then its pearly whites suddenly formed before it violently ripped the food from his hands and shaking its head rapidly as he stepped back. "Teeth."
It then gulped before looking back up at him, seemingly more docile than before.
This is a sneak peek for the next chapter. If anyone has a name for this guy, let me hear it.
