"We've already been here. See that tree? I remember that tree. There ain't no city around here"
"Can you shut up already" I exclaim, not bothering to turn my head
"I liked Grand City, it was nice" The voice behind me continues complaining
Everything is so foggy I can't even see what's in front of me, and that annoying voice that has been complaining since the beginning of our trip is making my head hurt
"Do you really have to fuck things up every time we get to a city? We could have just stayed with K-"
"Shush" I reply, quickly squinting my eyes as I start slowing my pace
"Hey! You cannot shush me. I will continue talking if I want-"
"Look" I announce as the figure of a big sign starts appearing in the distance
As we start getting closer, the sign starts getting bigger and bigger, but what I expected to be the city or town's sign was just rusty aluminium, with little paper straps here and there as if the sign was ripped off
And the sound of dogs growling and barking starts quickly filling the ambience
That unpleasant sound started getting even more detailed and louder as I continued walking down the road until I finally see them
One, bleeding from his eyebrow and mouth, is trying to keep himself up, but the blood is covering his face, and he seems very tired. The other ones, on the other hand, seemed to want more.
The most injured dog kept begging to stop, shaking his paws in the air, trying to cover his head, but the other ones laughed. It makes me feel angry
But . . . It is not my business
"You should help him" The voice in my head suggests, making me flinch
I shake my head, slowly walking by the canines
"Look at him. Tired, scared, help him"
That voice is giving me a headache already. It's making my ear ring
And one of the dogs in the group pushes the bleeding dog to the ground, laughing out loud as he grabs a rock from the ground "I told you," He tosses the rock up in the air and back to his paw "you should have stayed away from her"
"Please-" The dog on the ground begs
"It's too late now, but don't worry. I'll make sure you are buried with a Paw Patrol tombstone, Zuma"
I stop
The dog raises the rock in the air, the grin on his face getting wider and his eyes opening like a real maniac, and he grabs the brown dog by the head, ready to commit something that scars your soul from the inside. A burden that haunts you just like that voice haunts me every. Single. Day.
"Drop it" I order, turning to the group of dogs who instantly turn their head to me
Everything stays in tense silence for a couple of seconds, and then they all laugh. "Just walk away, sack of bones. Don't try to be a hero"
"I said drop it" I give a step forward
And they all turn to me, "Alright then. You asked for it"
One of the dogs, with a confident face, quickly approaches me and, with no hesitation, throws the first punch.
I manage to dodge it and get a hold of him, before quickly shoving him to the floor as the dog whimpers loudly
The grin on the faces of the other dogs quickly disappear
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A Paw Patrol Story
FanfictionA pup tells us a story about his life. He passes through a lot of things that hurt him, making him escape from his home. Years later, he comes back to the place he once belonged to repair all the damages between his old friends accompanied by his lo...
