A Cry For Help

[sendmyluv2killer]

Alright, this story is mainly centered around Killer and Carface. Most of the characters belong yo MGM, but I had to make up a few. I'll try to keep up with the story, but I'm currently typing a different, very long story on Microsoft, or I could be very busy with other things, so hang with me!
Carface slowly walked through a dark alley, smoking a cigar. The night was cold and a breeze blew lightly, tossing leaves about. To Carface, having just come back form the dead, again, it felt perfect.
He looked around, eyes narrowed. Where is he?, he thought bitterly.
Suddenly, something stirred down a different alleyway. A few old cans rolled out with a crash. Carface padded forward to investigate.
Looking up, he saw just who he was looking for, digging through a dumpster.
"Killer!!" he called.
The old dog's ears perked up and he looked down at Carface. Upon seeing his old boss, his eyes widened with shock. "AAAAAGGGHHH!" Killer leaped off the dumpster and spun around to face Carface, backing away slowly. "You... you're... you're s'possed to be.. be.. dead!" he stuttered. "G-GET AWAY!"
Carface grabbed Killer's muzzle. "Shut up! No, I ain't supposed to be dead! I'm back."
"Mmdidnnowyuculbdodat." Killer mumbled frantically.
Carface let go of Killer. "Listen Killer, I need you back working for me."
"Oh Boss, I thought I was done!!" Killer shook his head. "I-I can't go, I gotta kid to take care of!"
Carface bared his teeth. "Killer, what was the original agreement that you work for me?"
"Uh, you said you and your gang would leave my family and my place alone, Boss."
"That's right." Carface growled. "Now you come back with me, or your kid gets it!"
Killer bit his lip, his ears flicking nervously. "What do you want done now, Boss?" He asked.
"Charlie's back." Carface snarled. "His gonna mess everything up again for me! I need him taken care of for good! I need something that'll make him never want to come back."
"H-he can come back t-to??" Killer wondered. "Oh, Boss, why can't you just give it up with Charlie? You can't seem to get rid of him, the plans always fail, he's always got some sort of trick, he's-"
"Killer! Shut up!" Carface shouted. "And no, YOUR plans always fail!"
"Then Boss, why do you want me back??" Killer sat down. "Can't you just leave things be?"
"Killer this is war! It's angles versus demons now, and I ain't gonna loose again! Now COME ON!!" Carface turned and started walking away with Killer on his heels. "We gotta think of something good, something special."
"You still got those piranhas?" Killer asked after a short pause.
"Why?" Carface grunted.
"Well, I was thinkin' Boss, we could put em' somewhere in water near Charlie, then push him in or soemthin'." Killer said, trying hard to sound useful.
"Killer, that's an idiotic idea." Carface growled, turning around and blowing smoke in Killer's face, causing him to cough. "And no, I don't have them anymore."
Killer shook his head, trying to clear the smoke away. "Just an idea, Boss. There's always the pliers." he said, following Carface out of the alley, into the dark and out of sight.

[Sean]

It's good.I like it...so far...rofl.Keep it up!

[sendmyluv2killer]

Thx Sean, I read some of one of yours too, LOVE IT, forgot what it was called, I'll have to look it up again.

[Sean]

You should read them in order.Start with New Friends,Old Plots,And A Weird Outlook.

[sendmyluv2killer]

"This is your place, Boss?" Killer looked down curiously at an old shack that looked as if it had been barfed up by a junk yard. He tried not to smile in amusement. "Looks kinda.... dusty."
The shack was down on the shore line, leaning over and falling apart.
"Shut up." Carface muttered, leading the way into the shack. "It's all I got till I find a different set-up. That's step one. We start looking tomorrow. Once we're in a better place, we go after Charlie, that is, once you find the rest of the mob."
"What??" Killer thingyed his head. "You mean you want ME to find them, Boss??"
"That's the idea Killer." Carface muttered.
"Oh Boss, do I have to? I don't even know where to look!"
Carface grabbed Killer's collar and pulled him over. "Well then I guess you ought to get started NOW!"
Killer knew not to object and took off back out the door. As he thought hard on where to find Carface's thugs, he saw the sun beginning to rise. With a sickening feeling, he realized he wasn't going to get any sleep. Prancing off to the skyscrapers in the distance, he muttered about how they just should have used pliers in the first place.
The sun had fully risen by the time Killer had picked up a familiar scent. It was Bones, a huge mastiff with a BAD reputation. Finding him however, seemed impossible to Killer and he trotted tiredly through the streets. He'd backtracked, front tracked, and even sidetracked Bones's trail, but he always came to a dead end.
Killer would have much rather been with Carface, looking for a new hide-out, but he knew better than to argue with his Boss.
A yawn broke his thoughts and he slipped in a puddle on the sidewalk. His glasses rolled off and into the grass. Shaking his head angrily, he searched the ground for them.
Suddenly, his nose bumped into what felt like a small paw. Looking up, he saw what appeared to be the blurry image of a cat. Even though his sight was distorted, he could tell who it was.
Freena.
Freena was a small gray cat with several missing patches of fur. She was old and had a nasty temper. Freena used to run messages back and forth for Carface and his thugs until she got to old to run. From being around dogs so much, she understood a bit of what they said, and could speak a few scratchy Fraises herself.
Killer figured he'd give it a try and ask her about the gang.
"Hi Freena. Have you seen Bones anywhere? And more importantly, have you seen my glasses?" he asked, pointing to his eyes.
Freena meowed and walked around Killer, returning with his glasses.
"Thanks Freena." Killer said, slipping them back on. "But have you seen Bones around here?"
Freena gave Killer a confused look, then with an effort, coughed up an old fish bone. She held it up in front of the old dog's face.
"No, no, the dog, Bones." Killer shook his head. "My Boss's thugs. Carface's gang."
Freena narrowed her eyes, then shook her head. "Follow." she said roughly in dog.
Killer sighed and got up off the ground, faltering after Freena. Thankfully, she moved at a slow pace, so Killer could easily keep up with her. She led Killer to a hole in the side of an old skyscraper, then vanished into it. Killer hesitated to follow. The hole seemed awfully small. Taking a hopeful breath, Killer tried to squeeze through. Unfortunately, he got stuck. Freena bounded up to him, grabbed his nose and yanked hard. Killer flew out and landed on top of the cat.
Freena hissed and yowled as Killer stumbled off of her.
"Sorry Freena. I'll say, you're awfully strong for a cat." he said, rubbing his sore nose.
Freena meowed and started walking again. Killer twitched his ears and went after her, tripping over a piece of wood. Inside the skyscraper, it was dusty and moldy, with broken parts laying all about.
Freena zig-zagged around until Killer thought he'd never be able to find his way out. The old cat disapeared through a doorway.
Killer picked up the scent of dogs as he grew closer. His spirits lifted. He knew some of the scents!
(Okay, I was going to go a lot farther, but I'm getting tired, ((as tired as Killer)) so I'm going to leave it here and pick up when I can think more clearly. Bad place to stop, but I have to.)

[sendmyluv2killer]

Sean, good, that's the one I was talking about!

[Sean]

Rofl.Cool.

[sendmyluv2killer]

Killer cautiously followed Freena into the dark room. In the dim light, he could just make out a group of dogs, enough dogs to equal to Carface's gang. He gave the cat a grateful look and padded forward.
A large gray dog looked up. "Killer?!" All the other dogs looked up, following his gaze. "What are you doing here?" he growled.
"Smoke! I, uh, The Boss wants us all to meet up. Something about gettin' rid of Charlie."
"Oh not that again!" A white greyhound rolled her eyes.
"Quiet Viper!" Smoke snapped. "The Boss wants us to take care of Charlie, take care of Charlie we shall."
A small brown dog jumped forward. "What's this all about Killer?! Carface is dead! So is Charlie! What kind of trick are you trying to pull?" he said.
All of the dogs gave Killer a questioning glare.
"I don't know!" Killer shrugged. "I don't know nothing about dyin' and coming back and all that!"
Smoke bared his teeth and took a step toward Killer, but someone from the back of the group piped up.
"Wait a moment!" she yapped. "I saw Charlie walking around with that short dog a few days ago. Perhaps Killer is telling the truth!"
Smoke snorted. "Charlie could have escaped. (No one knew about the watch) But The Boss was eaten by a gator. He's dead!"
"Are you sure?" A black dog that looked more like a wolf thingyed his head. "I saw Carface in the bar say about... 5 weeks ago."
The mastiff known as Bones stepped forward. "You're as blind as a bat Johnny! You probably mistook him for another dog!"
Killer's mouth twisted downward as he watched the dogs argue about Carface and Charlie. Was he ever going to get a break?
All of the sudden, Viper charged him, knocking him to the ground. "Well Killer, what do you have to say about all this?!" she snarled.
The old dog shook his head. "L-listen! I a-already told you!! I d-don't know what's going on with the Boss, all I know is that he's back and he wants Charlie gone!!"
Smoke pushed Viper away forcefully. "Well you heard him! He says The Boss is alive! Well lets follow him to where ever he wants us to go, and if The boss ain't there, we teach Killer not to pull pranks on us! How's that sound??"
The dogs in the room howled in agreement.
Smoke leaned down in Killer's face. "You still want to go through on this, rat?" he snarled.
Killer nodded his head quickly, his glasses bumping up and down.
Smoke backed away, letting Killer up. "Lead the way."
Killer jumped up and gulped. He was now depending on his Boss to be at the shack. Not something he wanted to depend on. Nervously, he let Freena lead him back to the hole in the wall. Once there, Bones ripped it open wider so that the bigger dogs could fit through.
Killer forced himself to a brisk trot as he lead Carface's thugs through the streets. The group consisted of about 11 dogs and none of them liked to be out in the open for to long.
Freena pranced along side Killer, purring loudly but hissing every time one of the dogs got to close to her tail.
Unfortunately, the sun was already beginning to sink in the sky by the time Killer found his way back to his Boss's makeshift hide-out.
"Hey Boss!" Killer called as he slunk through the broken door. He saw Carface leaning over some papers and sighed in relief.
"Killer!" Carface growled as he turned to see his henchman with a large group of dogs behind him and a....cat. "It's high time you got back!"
"But Boss, I've been out all night and all day, I thought I was s'possed to start in the morning, and I havn-"
"Shut up!" Carface interrupted. "Smoke!" Good to see that you've kept the gang together!"
"We thought you were dead, Boss." Viper said
"Well, not anymore." Carface growled. "I guess Killer has told you exactly why I've called you all back?"
"Something about Charlie?" Bones asked.
"Yes, something about Charlie. I'm bringing the business back boys... and girls... But first I need Charlie out of the way. Speaking of which, KILLER!"
Killer broke out of the sleep he had just entered. "Uh, uh-huh?"
"Three hours, I need you to find out where Charlie is. Give us an idea of where he's hanging out. I've got a good place for us to set up. Now we're on to part 2."
"Oh Boss, do I have to? In the middle of the night?"
"Night is the best time Killer." Carface growled. "First we all move to the new place, then you go find Charlie."
Killer sighed. At least he'd have time to catch some sleep before he set out on his next escapade.

[Sean]

Good job so far...Keep it up!And you should try Rping...!You seem creative enough...

[sendmyluv2killer]

HOLY COW! I HAVN'T BEEN ON IN SO LONG!! Right now, a lot of stuff is going on, which dosn't give me a lot of time on the computer. And when i'm on, I'm usually trying to get past my wirter's block on this other story I'm working on. when i have writer's block on one thing, it gives me a block on everything else. i had a good idea for this, but I lost it and i'm trying to get it back.
I'm also having trouble on a different website. A friend and I are putting a RP together, an All Dogs Go 2 Heaven RP, but even after a month, no one has joined in. We can't start because I'm Killer and my friend is CarFace.... thats 2 people and no good guys.
I'll add on to this as soon as I get my good plot back, For now I will draw Killer as I think up words in my overloaded brain which needs the junk to be cleaned OUT so I can put new and fresh ideas IN!!

[Sean]

Rofl.Well,good luck!