Brock 2 Page 5

  A tall muscular man came in an overly tight black t-shirt walked up to him. His hair was cut in a Mohawk style. ‘God look at this fool. I bet he don't make over $30,000.00 a year and wonders why he was stuck in this position. Dead end job for the rest of his life. Humble yourself,’ Bruce heard a voice, knowing it was him conversing with his own voice speaking to him. ‘He may make less than us, but I bet he can protect his home. Look at his arms; the size of my head. No one is running in his house, so humble yourself.’ The voice in his head said.

  “How can I help you?” the man with the Mohawk haircut asked and extended his hand.

  Bruce took his hand shook it. He could feel the guy’s tight grip, squeezing his hand, and his mannerisms told it all. Bruce quickly snatched his hand free. He looked at the name tag on his black tight shirt. ‘Damn, this dude looks like he needs to be taking pictures for someone’s muscle magazine rather than working in a pet store.’ Bruce read the name tag. “Yes David, you can help me. I am looking for three trained guard dogs,” Bruce replied while rubbing his hands.

  “Well, you have come to the right place. Just follow me to the back where the kennels are located. Do you have any idea of the kind of breed you are wanting? We have Pit bulls, Doberman Pinschers, German Shepherds, and Great Danes. Our trained puppies start at $200.00 and the price goes up,” David stated while sending Bruce to the back of the store.

  They walked through double doors into a large room filled with dog cages, three stories high. Bruce twisted up his nose from the smell of the fecal matter and urine. The sound of small dogs barking echoed throughout the room. Bruce took a few steps and looked at a cute Pit bull with blue eyes. “Uhhh, all these are puppies. I need something grown,” Bruce stated.

  “No that is not a good idea. By looking at your wedding band, I can tell that you are a family man. You need dogs that will grow with your family and to get used to them each puppy in here is trained to attack and listen. Watch this,” David said. He yelled and all the dogs sat and got quiet. “Watch this.” He snapped his fingers and all the dogs began to growl and stood up on all fours in an attack mode. “Bruce, one snap of your fingers means to be on guard. Two snaps mean to attack or you can just attack. The safety word to get them to stop the attack is ‘Goodness.’ When David said it, all the dogs got quiet.

  Bruce smiled his pretty white teeth off in amazement. “Very nice…very nice. But I still want three big dogs. How about those two?” Bruce asked, pointing to two reddish colored Doberman Pinschers.

  “Hey, I will sell them to you, but you will have to sign a disclaimer. They are very well trained, but it is always best to have dogs as puppies in order to raise them and incorporate them in your family.”

  “Yea…Yea. What are their names?”

  “The bigger one on the right is Hulk and the one on your left is Strom,” David replied.

  “How much do you want for them?”

  “I want $3,500.00 each,” David replied.

  “Great,” Bruce said and began to turn around back at the sound of the growl. It sent chills through his body. It wasn’t loud enough to draw attention but deep. Something like he never heard before. He walked down the long room and spotted a dog and could not hear the growling, but felt it in his body like a truck blasting loud music with too much base. Bruce pushed open the door and his eyes opened up and he hollered, “Oh my Fucking God!” he screamed as he stared at the biggest dog he had ever seen in his life. Maybe the biggest dog in the world. The dog stood 5’11” and had to have weighed almost 450 pounds. His gray fur looked almost blue and his eyes was a light green mixed with gray. He had a long scar in the center of his chest. The fur seemed to barely grow to cover it. His front paws were the size of three grown men hands put together.

  “What the fuck is that?” Bruce asked loudly.

  “It is a Great Dane mixed with a Boxer breed, kind of a freak of nature,” David replied.

  “I never knew they got so big,” Bruce stated.

  “Yes. I know Great Danes get pretty tall, but I never seen one that big only on the internet,” David stated.

  Bruce stared at the huge dog and smiled, ‘No one would ever dare step foot on my property with him. I got to have him,’ he thought to himself. “How much for him?” he asked.

  “He is not for sale. I was going to just use him for breeding, that’s all,” David replied.

  “Everything has a price. I learned that a long time ago and there isn’t a price I can’t handle,” Bruce replied.

  “Man, you are crazy. I really don’t know the history of that dog. It was at an animal shelter with third degree burns on its whole left side. The shelter was going to put him down. I saved him and nursed him back to health. The story I know was that he was in a house of a psycho serial killer and killed about ten cops,” David stated.

  “I don’t care. I want him. I will give you twenty-thousand dollars for him and ten-thousand for the other two. You will just have made thirty-thousand dollars in less than ten minutes for a day’s work,” Bruce stated.

  “Are you sure? All sales are final. You can’t return the dogs and want your money back after you have them in your possession for 24 hours. I don’t think this dog is trained like the other ones,” David stated.

  “Are you really going to stand there and talk yourself out of a fast thirty-thousand dollars?” Bruce asked David.

  David took a seat before he spoke as his mind played out what he could do with the money. “Okay, I just want to warn you; but since you’re are so desperate to have him, how about you give me $40,000.00 all together and we will both walk away happy,” David bartered with a wicked smile, thinking about the new car he would soon buy.

  “Sounds good to me,” Bruce replied as he pulled out his black unlimited American express card.

  “Yes we do!” David said while grinning from ear to ear, looking like the cat that swallowed the canary.

  Chapter 7

  “AAAAAHHH! Get off me! Not again!” Natalie screamed as she pushed Brock off her and took off running out of her apartment. “AAAh!” she let out a weak scream as she tripped and stumbled. She quickly caught her balance and realized she was naked and looked down at what she had tripped over, a half-eaten torso that was ripped to shreds.

  Grrrr! A deep growl seemed to travel throughout her whole body. She looked back to see Brock’s green-grayish eyes illuminating in the dark, making him look like a huge wolf or some creature of the night.

  Natalie pressed the elevator button and heard a ding sound and was surprised it opened right away. She hesitated before stepping in as she noticed two dead bodies on the ground. One of a beautiful dark skinned woman; her arms and legs had been completely torn off of her body. Blood gushed out of her while she looked as if her body sat up in the corner by itself. In front of her was the body of a middle sized man in a dark blue business suit. He laid flat on his stomach, half his face had been chewed off, and blood and pus oozed out of his half opened face.

  Grrr! The growling sound from behind her told Natalie she was wasting too much time. She leaped into the elevator as Brock came running out of the apartment door at full speed.

  “Ughahaha!” Natalie screamed in panic as Brock ran towards her. She pressed the elevator button, repeatedly, praying the doors would close in time but seemed to close in slow motion. “Hhahhaha!” she hollered as the doors closed and Brock charged into it at full force, making a huge dent in the metal doors. “Oh God…oh God!” Natalie prayed while pressing every button on the panel of the elevator, but the elevator didn’t move to go up or down.

  Brock stood outside of the metal doors, backpedaling a few steps, and then ramming his whole body, head first, into the elevator doors.

  Natalie crawled backwards while still on the cold elevator floor. Her body was covered in blood but none of it belonged to her. It all came from the pints of blood that was pouring out of the guy in the business suit face and the woman that had no limps.

  Boom! Boom! Boom! Every time Brock
threw himself against the door, the more it dented the elevator doors in causing her to flinch in fear.

  “He is coming! He is coming!” Natalie heard a voice say very weakly.

  Natalie turned her head and couldn’t believe her eyes as the dark skinned woman with shoulder length curly hair spoke. ‘How the fuck is she still alive with all that blood loss? Is it the adrenaline keeping her alive or shock?’ Natalie thought to herself.

  Boom! Boom! The sound of the elevator door bending cause Natalie’s heart to jump.

  “Help! Help me!” Natalie heard the woman in one ear crying out for help and Brock growling.

  Natalie found it impossible to concentrate “Ahahahah!” she screamed at the top of her lungs as Brock’s huge head squeezed through the crack of the double steel doors. He pushed his way in. “Ahahah!” Natalie shouted while kicking wildly the souls of her feet, crashing into his huge head as he barked and growled.

  Each blow frustrated him more than it hurt. Until Natalie pulled her right leg back all the way until it touched her breast and released, kicking Brock straight in his snout with all her might. Arrrrhaaaar! Brock cried in a whimper from the pain while his eyes watered up. Natalie smiled as she crawled backwards until her back was up against the elevator wall. Brock stopped whimpering and made eye contact with Natalie. He just stood there staring at her. He started snarling as his top lip raised up, showing off his razor sharp teeth. Brrrrrrrrr! He barked and squeezed his head all the way in between the steel doors. Anger possessed him as he got more of his body through the tightly squeezed door.

  “Aahahah!” Natalie shouted, realizing she had nowhere to run. She stood up and got closer to the elevator wall.

  “Help me!” She could hear the woman say in a now low tone repeatedly.

  Natalie wondered if the woman was still alive. Natalie looked up and could see a small door on the ceiling of the elevator. “Help me!” Natalie heard the woman say once again in a weaker tone.

  She stared closely at the woman and everything about her reminded her of the woman that her husband Trevor had an affair with. Natalie’s facial expression twisted up in anger as she grabbed the woman by the hair and used all her might to toss her body towards the door. Natalie smiled and quickly ran to the corner of the elevator and with her bare feet stepped on the cold metal rails to boost herself up. She looked back to see the woman with no legs and no arms lying flat on her stomach, squirming around and blood leaked out where her arm and legs should be.

  The woman raised her head to see that she was face to face with Brock. The smell of his hot, stinky breath caused her nostrils to flare up as tears poured down the side of her cheeks. “Noo! God…Noo!” she hollered as Brock opened his big mouth. All she could see was his pink tongue and razor sharp teeth. “AhAhAha!” Her screams were quickly silenced by Brock’s jaws, locking down on her head. With one mighty bite, he ripped her head away from her body. A horrible sound of bones cracking and creaking sent chills through Natalie’s body as she turned around and could see what was left of the now dead woman’s body, bucking and flopping like a fish out of water. Natalie’s eyes traveled up as she stared Brock in his deep, cold eyes. Blood was dripping down his gray fur and out of his mouth. Brock looked as if he was smiling, staring right into Natalie’s eyes. She started climbing the corner of the elevator naked like a spider, but she looked more like a trapped mouse with nowhere to run. Natalie pounded on her chest as she realized she was out of time. She, inch by inch, went high up on the wall and felt around until she found the panel on the ceiling and pushed it up with all her might. A glance of hope caused a smile to spread across her face as she strained to pull herself up through the hole. ‘That mother fucker won’t be able to get me on top the elevator,’ Natalie thought to herself as she could hear Brock rumbling around in the elevator. “Once I get my legs up, I am free,” she said out loud.

  “AhHAhaah!” Natalie hollered as the sensation of a new found pain traveled through her body. She could feel razor sharp teeth piercing her thighs. Brock locked on to her left leg and tugged away at it as if it was a chew toy or a piece of rope. “Ahahahh! Oh God! No! No!” Natalie hollered while trying to pull herself up in hopes of breaking his grip. But it went in vain as Brock yanked her backwards, attempting to pull her down from the elevator roof.

  Natalie felt her fingers slipping, becoming sweaty while holding on for dear life. “Noooo!” she hollered as Brock snaked his teeth deeper in her flesh and yanked with incredible strength, pulling her all the way back in to the elevator. Natalie bumped her head and her world went black until she felt Brock sink his teeth into the left side of her stomach. “Noooo! Nooo!” she hollered in pain as she couldn’t believe what happened next!

  “Ms….Ms. Get up! Get up!” the nurse said while repeatedly shaking Natalie on the shoulders.

  “Noooo! Nooo! Brock Nooo!” Natalie screamed while tears seeped out of her closed eyes.

  “Miss, please get up,” the young chubby nurse said and moved back just in time as Natalie swung at her.

  Natalie looked around with panic written all over her face. The nurse could tell that she was trying to figure out where she was.

  “Miss, you are in the hospital. You had a real bad head injury and was screaming like mad woman from the nightmare you were just having,” the nurse stated.

  Natalie continued to look around with confusion in her eyes. She had heard everything the nurse had said, but it took some time to register in her brain that she just had a nightmare. “But, Brock is real. I don’t know why no one believes me. He is coming for me,” Natalie said sounding like an insane woman. She tried to move her right hand and realized it was cuffed to the rail of the hospital bed. “Why am I handcuffed?” Natalie asked the nurse.

  She hesitated to move closer to her. “I will tell you what I heard. I just started my shift. Let me check your IV and blood pressure first, please,” the nurse stated as she stood there dressed in pink scrubs, waiting for a response. Natalie shook her head yes as she calmed down and tried to replay the last thing she could remember, but had a problem from telling reality from a dream. ‘Was the nightmare just a dream or is this a dream?’ she thought to herself.

  The nurse’s clammy cold fingers snapped her out of her train of thought. “Okay. Your blood pressure is good and everything else seems fine with you, besides you waking up screaming as if someone was trying to kill you,” the nursed stated.

  “Not someone, something,” Natalie replied coldly.

  “What do you mean something?” the nurse asked.

  “A dog was trying to kill me, but it is no ordinary dog. This dog came straight from hell and does worse than just take your life. He takes your body,” Natalie said as her body trembled and she held back her tears.

  “Okay sure,” the nurse replied, “Now it is coming to me. You’re the woman who went off on an elderly couple’s property and killed their dog and got hit with a shovel. You have been here for three days. A police officer has stayed outside your room door, waiting for you to get up; but between you and me, he spends more time in the hospital cafeteria eating and flirting with all the older women down there,” the nurse said.

  “What? I have been in her for three days?” Natalie asked in belief.

  “Yep. I’ll go tell the police officer you are up,” the chubby nurse said while leaving the room.

  Chapter 8

  Twenty minutes later, a tall slim Caucasian police officer stepped into the room dressed in a blue uniform with a newspaper in his right hand and in his left he gripped an apple, taking bites out of it as he walked closer to Natalie. “Good to see you finally are up, dog lady. I am Officer Ryan,” he stated. `

  “What do you mean, dog lady?” Natalie asked, trying to hold back her rage.

  The shame she felt from being the only woman to be trap in her house by a dog but was just as worse knowing your husband was leaving you for the next woman he knocked up.

  “I mean, that you’re the famous dog lady. That got trap in the
house by her psychopath dog a year ago and you have been killing and shooting poor people’s dogs ever since. This is the second time you’ve shot and killed someone’s innocent dogs, thinking it was your old dog that attacked you. Honestly, I don’t know how the hell they continue to let you keep a gun license. There is no telling how many dogs you really killed, but you crossed the line this time. That old lady’s house you went into was the Mayors mother’s house, so guess what? You are going down for this one as soon as the doctor says you are okay to travel. You are going straight to the court house. With the Mayor involved on this one, you are looking at one to three years in jail for this. I feel bad for you,” Officer Ryan said and burst out laughing, “I would have loved to see a beautiful woman like yourself getting dicked down by a damn dog. Hahahahah!” Officer Ryan said and once more began laughing.

  “Fuck you pig! You fucking asshole!” Natalie spit back.

  “Hahaha! You wish you could fuck a man like me Bitch, !” Officer Ryan said as he exited the room, biting his apple.

  Tears streamed down Natalie’s face. “Damn, what am I going to do? I can’t go to jail, not before I find Brock. I have to stop him. He must pay for what he has done to me, destroying my life. I promise he will,” Natalie said while crying.

  The nurse entered the room. “I see you met Officer Ryan. He is such a sweetheart, huh? I mean that sarcastically. He is an asshole. I am to check your blood pressure again. The doctor will see you tomorrow and from there he will discharge you. I feel so bad for you,” the nurse said.

  “Then help me, please. If you feel bad for me, I need your help,” Natalie said.

  “I…I can’t. I will lose my job. I have a child to support. I am so sorry for all that is happening to you, but I just can’t risk my income. I will pray for you and I’m sure God will work everything out, sweetie. Here is a newspaper. It is old, but it should help take your mind off of some things for now. The nursing assistant will bring you something to eat; and after that, I will give something to help you sleep,” the chubby nurse said as she left the room.