The Coexistence of Wars

Pitbulls & Pull-Aparts (Prologue)

Note: this is one of those stories with a good ending. It may be very, very long.

China, a white bitch with long scars on her sides, was pinned with Barth, a long bodied male with with a long snout and long limbs. Barth was an unusual pit: he looked more like he'd been mixed with a wolf somewhere in his bloodline, but noone could be sure:he fought as well as any dog, with excellent stamina. They were well and ready to let the dogs go. They waited for the signal, the handlers' muscles tense and the dogs taking deep gulps, as if the air here was staler than usual. The blood roared in their ears. They'd discussed this, silently, before the fight began, and little did anyone know, they'd unleashed what everyone called the "big bully", simply because he looked more like a bear with stunted growth than anything else. The gunshot was fired. They were roughly smacked on the hide and released. On the other side of the rusty, tin wall separating the kennels from the ring, Bully flung himself out of the cage, shattering another kennel in the process. This was like a chain reaction: Dogs of all different sizes and shapes flooded out from all directions, ready to take back their freedom and regain their sense of right and wrong. The large mass of bared fangs and snarling breaths advanced under the trees used to hang dogs they deemed "worthless, putrid animals" to execute them. They stormed into the fighting ring from all angles, snarling and biting and tearing and thrashing with all they were worth on the ones who had done the same to them. At this point, no dog cared about hurting the other, and all of them took part in the massacre of the dog-fighters. One dog mauled a man. Two others went for the throat, giving them a quick victory. A brunette colored bitch tore into a wrist but was shot in the leg afterward. Around and around it went, but in the end, the dogs outnumbered their handlers, and it was done. Now was the time they took back what was theirs.