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Run and Hide -Ch.1-
Run & Hide
"We got two more!" A man called out. He walked into a lit room, holding two metal cages."It's two wolf pups." He finished.
"Ah! Good! Let me look." A man in a white lab coat said. He looked in both the cages. The first one contained a small male pup, with black fur, and dark green eyes. The second cage contained a small female pup, with snow white fur, and beautiful violet eyes.
The man took the black pups cage. "We will use this one first." He annoced. Then he hurried out of the room calling over his sholder, "Put the white one in a kennel for now." He took the black pup into a very bright room. The pup felt a sharp pain, and then everything went black.
When he awoke, he could hear people talking around him. "Yes, the black pup was a failure."
"A failed project?"
"Yes, we had such high e
Run and Hide -Prologue-Run and Hide
"Come out, come out where-ever you are!" Axel howled to the sky. "I know your hiding someone, but I can find, and I promise I will!" He then turned around, and padded back through the city streets. He had been chaseing a dog, that made him made, but thats all he could remember.
He then relized that he had just gone trough one of his 'special' moments. " Dang it. Why does I happen?" he thought himself. he closed his bright red eyes, and when he opened them, they had returned to their normal bright green.
"Ugh, why do I get like that? Is it a curse? I JUST DON'T UNDERSTAND!" Axel shouted. A couple of other dogs looked at Axel strangely, but he would look at them, and they would quickly look away. Axel looked down at the ground and sighed, "Why am I so different?"
Axel heard something walked up behind him, and it whispered in his
I Belong To You I hate rain. Not really, I love it. Just not when the most beautiful, perfect, wonderful, perfect, comfortable, waterproof, perfect coat in existence has been savagely butchered by my so-called friend’s Dalmatian. Every slap of rain on my naked arms is a stinging reminder of the irreparable hole in my wardrobe.
Some people might try to fill the void with lesser coats but I can’t bring myself to betray Valentino, even after her death. Instead my slippery arms grapple with each other in wet shock as I stumble to the op shop, clinging to one last thread of hope. I know in my deadened heart that I’ll never have another coat like her. Yet here I am, blundering through the elements in my vain search for the acceptance and warmth I found wrapped in Valentino’s woollen sleeves.
Thud. My body slams into the door, making the ‘open’ sign quiver and the bells tinkle in offense. I fight for entry, the door’s assault doubled by the stale funk of
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