Die Another Day

[Fritz]

Date: 31 Jan, 2007 -- 2 Feb, 2007

Characters:

Rorr, Gordon Setter
Ice, Pitbull

Summary: Rorr meets Ice and gets his tail kicked.

[Fritz]

((Ice only))

All these hours spent doing nothing in the Death Stalker camp was beginning to get in Rorr's nerves. There were not many interesting things to kill in the Dark Forest at this time of year; all that time without hunting was turning him insane, even more insane.

He had to kill something, for his remaining sanity's sake.

Earlier that night he had been chasing a cat, but the feline had escaped his master-level hunting abilities and fled to the garage of a nearby home. Not giving up, the Setter entered the garden as well, determined to kill that annoying animal. But he was greeted by a couple of angry rottweiler.

Luckily, the beasts had chains attached to them. Realizing this, the Setter Gordon stopped to run, in the middle of the street. "What's tha problem? Ya got little shiny chains attached to ye necks? Aw, poor, poor --" He began taunting, but was soon cut off by the growing shadow of a truck looming over him.

He screamed and ran. With his pride hurt, he hid in the depths of the dark alley. There he spent a couple of minutes until he finally overcame the shock, and decided that he still had to kill something before he went insane.

It was late in the night, and he knew that many animals came in this hour to search for food. He saw a couple of rats fighting in an empty container, but ignored them, he wanted a bigger prey. "Yeah, a bigger prey" he thought, and he tried to ignore the fighting rats. Still, the little squeaky noises thy made kept drawing his attention, until he could ignore them no longer.

With the desperation of a week without any successful hunt, Rorr began chasing the rats all around the place. He had... to kill.



Medium sized white socks hit the ground. A blue grey along with white pure blooded female pit bull made her way trough the area. She was seeking something to eat. She started to sniff the air. Something caught her nares. She then saw a guy walking with a burger in his hands. She smiled slightly and ran towards the guy. The guy got startled and the burger fell from his hands. She had never thought that this will go so easy. He just got scared and dropped the food. He tried to kick her and he started cursing as he dropped his burger. Ice of course very fast grabbed the burger in her jaws and corssed teh streets. A car pulled over and hit another car. Well she caused a disaster. She crossed the streets safly and made her way into the dark alley.

There she walked into the shadows. She knew this place like it was her back paw. She smiled slightly and licked her maw. The burger had lots of tastes. She then grabbed the burger in her iron jaws and went into a darker place were not even a light shined. She then laid down and started to eat it. Her jaws chewing it like it was nothing. She then stopped as she had to much in her maw. She chewed everything up and then swallowed. She didn't wanted to get stuck. No that will be a problem and she hated it. Some few bites and she was finished. She licked her maw and then got up on her four pillars.

She then scented something. It was another scent this time of a male. She smiled slightly and knew how to escape them. Some tried to rape her or hurt her. Well she was a pit bull and generations of her bloodline was bred for fighting, killing and killing in a way that nothing will be left on the caracass. So she had it in her blood of fighting. But she doesn't want to get pregnant or hurt. Some other can come and rape her or hurt her. She wasn't stupid. But in this case she got up and walked towards the exit. She then scented something dead. It was a dead rat. She smiled slightly and walked towards it. She knew that the brute was close but what did she care. As hse arrived at the rat she licked it. It was filled with ants. She hated this but she licked the rat clean and then ate it. But she was alert and knew when to fight or run..well she never runs but these days she needs to.



"HEEEY!" A masculine voice barked as loud as it could. Soon after, the head of the owner of the voice appeared, popping out of a junk container, a rotten banana shell sitting in his head. Rorr's expression was an angry one, how come that this lady came in here and stole his trophies like if she did all the work??

The Setter Gordon unburied the rest of his body from the junk where he was swimming in, and acquired a puffed up stance. " That's MY rat, lady, MINE. There are other rats in the alley, so go ahead and find your OWN rat." He yelled, feeling safe because of the advantage of high place where he stood.

"Besides.." He began, thinking that the matter had not being clear enough. "...Do you know with WHO are you messing with, lady?" Rorr said, puffing up even more. "I'm a Death Stalker, lady, a Death stalker. So, unless that you want the whole pack behind you..." He barked, his voice growing more and more dangerous as he spoke.

"Leave my rat alone." He hissed in the most dangerous voice that he could find. Yeah, all of the threats were empty ones, Ice could cut him to ribbons and the Death Stalkers could not care less. But little immature Rorr thought that Ice would believe every /single/ word he told her.

Rorr sure knew how to do big noises out of little things.



The female licked the rat and grabbed it in her maw. She had the most of powerful jaws ever. They were build for getting a good grib. She smiled slightly with her newly found rat. As she heard a sound she raised her head. The rat still in her maw. Then she saw a dog appear out of the trashcan. She watched him carefully. As the brute spoke once more she frowned. A growl almost escaped her throat. 'Who the F... does he think he is!' She thought. The only thing he had was a little of respect telling her Lady. But there are lots of rats that he can find around the place. She then spoke with the rat in her maw. "Well now it's mine." She said as she started to chew it. The crushing noise was to be heard now. She smiled slightly and seated herself down.

If he was to attack she can jump and dodge it. She wasn't afraid of this dog. Her auds perked as she heard his voice. She chuckled slihgtly as she watched him. She then gulped down the rat. She chuckled again thinking of his words. 'I'm messing with a stupid loud brat.' As he spoke that he was of the death stalkers and that the pack can come after her she chuckled once more. She then spoke. Her voice cold and not caring. "So, I don't care if your in the Death Stalkers." She said as she watched him with her careless emotionless face. She then licked her maw and spoke tauntingly. "Well that rat tasted good." She said as she licked her maw once more. The brute was not something she needed to be afraid of. Well that was what she thought. Anywayz she looked around for any other dogs just making sure it was only her and him. She then heard his voice again. "Well it's already down. Watcha gonna do?" She said tauntingly and then got up. She bowed in a playful way and chuckled. Her optics watching him, so emotionless. She then waited for his move.



"Oh yeah? Oh yeah? Oh yeah???" He teased, stuffing in as much air as it fitted in his lungs --trying to appear even bigger and meaner. "SOO, then you won't mind either if I call from my fellow Death Stalkers, to come here and make confetti with you. Would ya?" He said, a dangerous grin appearing in his face, growing wider and wider, until he lifted his head all of a sudden and yelled: "SSSSQUADRON EIGHT! WHE GOT A NUMBER SEVEN, COME ALL HERE, COME, COME, COME!". He tried to appear as professional and menacing as he could, but he failed completely, instead, he sounded like some sort of... uh... chicken.

Realizing this, he quickly thought of something else to say. "Don't ya feel secure because they didnt reply just yet... I can almost hear them coming, hungry, for pitbull blood." Rorr said, his voice darkening considerably, untill it sounded almost as blood-thirsty as that of any other Death Stalker.

There was a brief moment of silence, when all the Setter Gordon did was to stare at the alleay entrance eagerly.

And then, the silence was broken abruptly. "HAH!" He barked triumphantly at the first appearing shadow in the alley's entrance, but his newly achieved triumphant smile was erased when he noticed that the owner of the shadow was no more than... just another rat...

They weren't coming, where they? No, by one moment, Rorr believed his own lie. He was no elite, and no one was coming to help him. "No matter!" He thought, cheering himself up, and hoping that the Pitbull had been distracted because of the noise that he made, he leaped at her with no previous warning.

Aiming to bite her ear.



The femme didn't care what he said. she dind't scent anything. She knew that this is the polace of the Death Stalkers here they come to hang out. But what did she care. She was strong enough to fight them. It was a bit cold as it snowed still. Winter was soon to be over and spring will come. The brute was just a noisy brat and it started to work on her nerves as he spoke. She then growled in a menacing tone. "I don't care how much you are. Your just a noisy brat trying to intimidate me. I am not a wimp like you." She said with her voice rumbling trough the place. She made it clear that she was starting get angry. She would like to see the other Death Stalker members. She then chuckeld slightly. Wait till they hear that she killed a death Stalkers member!

As he said Hah she frowned at him. She didn't scent anything. Rule number one. Never leave your opponent alone. Always look at him. Well that she knew cause this wasn't a game, fighting, it was life or death. That is how she lived it. As the brute then aimed to bite her she was quick to react. As always in a fight. She had been fighting all her life long. She smiled slightly and spoke. "Come one wimpy. You know youl put the pack's face down. Wait till all the dogs hear that a street dog killed a Death Stalker." She chuckled slightly and licked her maw once more. She was starting to play with the brute. Her personaliy was mixed right now and it can make another confused. Before she was getting angry and now she is playing? Well this was just a confusing girl. The femme waited for his next move.



The pitbull dodged Rorr’s cumbersome attack, and the setter dived nose first into the ground. He landed into a muddy mixture of snow and junk, and slid a couple feet away. But of course, smacking his head against the hard concrete wasn’t enough dissuasion for this Death Stalker. This lady had just stolen HIS rat.

He quickly got up with a jump, facing the pitbull with his head held low. ”Oh, you think, lady? Well… I am going to say just one more thing…” He said, beginning to puff all the way up again.

”I guess I’ll die another day! Another day, another day, another day. Ta ta ta, ta ta” Rorr sang.

Ha, it was sure that she wasn’t expecting that, so who was the weird one now? Ice could have been strange, but Rorr got the prize. Smiling triumphant, the Setter Gordon, intended to charge at Ice. But standing in the muddy puddle where he was, he ended up slipping, and tripping over his own feet.

He was known for never giving up though, so he got up in a blink, and leaped at Ice --aiming, at her ear, again.


The female watched the brute. She chuckled slightly as he landed down in the cold snow and slipped towards the wall. She smiled slightly and watched him try to get up. As he spoke she then replied. "Well youl die another day indeed." She said as she watched him. She started to get bored of this dumb dog and she watched him as he got up again. She frowned slightly. As he came towards her he slipped again and kept on falling down. She took a deep breath and then out. As he aimed at leaping at her she quickly jumped backwards. She was fast and was a perfect timer. But that didn't always happen. But this time she timed it right and she then spoke again. "Or maybe this is the day you will die." She said as she smiled evily. She saw the opportunity to take him. She then with all her power in the flick of an eye she jumped aiming at his mouth.

She knew that she might hit him. On the ice it will be hard for him to dodge and worse, it will be hard for him to live or survive this fight. The pit bull was just a master at fighting. She knew what to do in situations like this. Actually she could have gone for the neck, his uper neck but that will give him a chance to get her neck easily. And she didn't like these things. The only thing that she can aim right now is her maw. She hoped she got something at least his lower jaw or something. She knew that this will get though and serious now.



Missed. The inexpert Gordon kept sliding in the ice, and there was a loud crashing sound when he collided against those trashcans that were piled behind the pitbull. "Uh... I'm alright" His voice could be heard from behind the trashcans.

Still the pitbull wanted to bite him now, and Rorr saw her coming from between the trashcans, and saw there his chance. "And I repeat, you don't know who you're messing with, lady!" He taunted as the kicked the nearest trashcan, hoping that it would fall on the pitbull, and give him enough time to get on an advantaging position.

You can't just stay there and watch an angry pitbull coming to kill you though, and Rorr wasn't that stupid. Realizing that his legs might be there for a reason, the setter ran from behind the trashcans, trying to go around them, and attack the pitbull from behind.

He was fast enough to suceed in his plan, but that would only work if the falling trashcan did hit her, thing that was unlikely.



The female hoped to get something. She would like to feel the crimson liquid called blood again. It has been 3 days without killing a dog. She hoped to get a thing. she would tare it apart. She couln't hold it no more and her instics were starting to drive her crazy. Her icey pupils turned small. They were focussing on the brute. She didn't care what he spoke. He talks to much and she hated that. But then she heard something. The trashcans. She was quick to react and slid forward cause of the speed she was comming to hit him. She growled slightly as it went to fast and this time she slipped and landed down on the ice. The trashcan landed on her tail. She snarled painfuly. That hurted her poor tail. She growled slightly and wagged it so the pain could get out.

She turned towards him and chuckled. She then spoke. "Your lucky you brat." She said as she watched him. She stood there waiting for his next move. But as he went behind the trashcan she then got an idea. It was like a fast e-mail that was send towards her. She ten noticed the situation better. The area was sealed with walls. And the only way to go was by these alleys. she smiled slightly and when the trashcan fell on her tail she felt how full it was and she knew that if she pushed it on him it might roll him flat. But he can jump on it. So she had another idea. She quickly in a second she darted behind the trashcan. Pulling it with all her strenght. IN a matter of seconds the trashcan was rolling very fast and dodging it was really hard. Your timing needs to be good. She was running behind it. If he tries to jump it over she will be just down there to leap and get his neck. And when she bites she doesn't let go. She kills. That was her, killing was her middle name.


"Yikes!" Rorr was surprised by a rolling trashcan. Luckily, some of the junk inside the trash container had rolled off due to the extense movement, and the trascan didn't roll over him and past him, but it stood there as a wall between him and Ice. Lucky boy.

"Ouch." The setter moaned while rubbing his sore head with a paw. Too sore to get up just yet, he watched with widened eyes as his doom, in the shape of a blue pit-bull approached.

"Say, can't we discuss this....?" He said from behind the trashcan, trying to gain time to flee like if he had seen a ghost.



The female walked slightly as the trashcan hit him. Pad after pad she made her way towards him. She knew that he was getting a bit aunctios. Maybe to escape or attack her back or afraid. She chuckled evily. Her glassy optics glowed slightly. She licked her maw and then heard his voice. Discuss this? Now he wanted to discuss this? She growled slightly and then came to a halt before him. She held herself a bit low showing almost no part of her body that will be exposed to him. She lowered her neck slightly so he can't even get a move t oget her neck. She looked smiled slightly and snapped at his nose but missed purposly.

She then spoke. "Discuss this? Were is your pack members? I think you need to explain soemthing to me first." She snapped once more. Her jaws touching eachother making the sound of a crockodile closing it's trap. The saliva dripped from her maw. She then spoke once more. "Are you really in the Death Calls? If you are then tell me what they are up to. If you don't then you will see. I will kill you." She said as she watched him. She will attack him when he speaks. She will kill him and leave his body to rot here. OR she might drag it towards the Death Calls territory. That would be splendid idea. She thought. But she waited for him to say something next. He needed to answer her answers.


"Uh-huh." He said answering her first question, just buying time as he gathered all his explosive energy on his legs. "(singing) Somewheeeeree, out there." Answering to her second question.

The setter gordon made a subtle grimace face at the drool dripping from the pitbull's jaws. "Ah-ha, as I said before" Rorr answered to her third question.

But as any good genie from a lamp, three was the number. "YAAA-HOO!!" He yelled, as he got up with a jump and dashed away from Ice, and towards the exit of the alley, with the speed of an hyperactive lightning.

"I'll leave ya with the doubt, lady" He said to her, leaving her final question unanswered.

The Setter Gordon then made a wise decision, and disappeared in the shadows.

--Rorr has left the area



The female would really like to get to know what the Death Stalkers were up o. She smiled slightly as he said the first. So he was in the Death Stalkers. But she didn't know that they accepted wimps in DC. She sighted and licked her lips from the saliva that was falling down. She could see that the brute was planning something. Cause no one would stay like that and not think of something. So he was planning something. As he spoke once more she then growled slightly and this time snapped at him. But he darted away and he went really quick. She snarled and then spoke loudly for him to hear her. "Run away, wimp!" She said screamming for every single dog to hear. She hoped a Death Stalker heard it. She loved the idea of killing him. But the brat escaped. She didn't boter to chase him. It would be a waste of energy. If she finds him again she will make sure to kill him.