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  “AHAHAH!” Bruce screamed and bucked his body, trying to break free and get up from under Brock, but he weighed less than Brock with his weight being 180 pounds and most of it was muscle. “AHAHAHA! Let me up! Let me up, you stupid dog!” Bruce shouted while squeezing the trigger to the gun uncontrollably, sending bullets slamming into the wall.

  Brock opened his mouth and locked down on to Bruce’s face, taking it all into his mouth. “AHAHAHAH!” he hollered in excruciating pain as Brock’s teeth pierced his skull and the sides of his face. Bruce shot at Brock’s face left and right, knowing it was only a matter of time before he snapped his neck.

  Penelope and her three daughters called for Bruce from upstairs, yelling for help uncontrollably. They tried to call the police, but the storm blocked out all cell phone signals and the house phone didn’t work either. They stood in Penelope’s room holding each other, rocking back and forth crying.

  Brock looked at Bruce’s face to see he wasn’t doing enough damage. He lowered his head, sinking his teeth into his chest and ripping a large piece of flesh away, and then spit it out. Blood sprayed everywhere. You could now see Bruce’s rib cage.

  “AHAHAHAH! Help me! Oh God! AHAHAHAH!” Bruce hollered in agonizing pain. Before he could scream any more, Brock locked down onto his stomach and ripped away his flesh, pulling out his large intestines and sucked them up like a long spaghetti noodle while swallowing inch by inch.

  Chapter 13

  Natalie entered the house through the back patio door, breaking the lock with ease with the handle of her gun. The house was completely dark. She couldn’t see her own hand in front of her face. Her eyes finally adjusted and she could make out a figure shape.

  “AHAHAHA!” The sound of a man screaming his lungs out along with growling. Those sounds let her know she was in the right house. Then the sound of gunshots going off caused her to hunch down with her body and head low while continuing to walk towards the screams of horror. She passed the living room and entered the kitchen. She stopped with her eyes growing wide as she stood there frozen. She couldn’t believe what she was actually seeing.

  Brock pushed his weight to pin the man on the floor and eating him alive, sucking out his long intestines and eating slowly while looking as if he was enjoying every bite.

  “After all this time and pain he has caused me, he’s finally in front of me,” Natalie said as a tears streamed down her cheek while still staring at Brock in a daze as a flashback of Brock killing her husband flashed through her head. She wiped away the tears in her eyes with her left hand and aimed the 410 judge revolver at the center of his skull. She used her thumb to pull back the hammer of the gun. When she did, the gun made a clicking sound. The sound of the gun caught Brock’s attention over Bruce’s screams. He kept his head low while looking up at Natalie. Their eyes locked with each other. Natalie’s hand began to tremble. She used her right hand to hold it steady while still aiming at Brock. Brock spit the rest of Bruce’s intestine out and growled in a low tone, looking as if he was ready to attack at any second.

  “I hate you!” she screamed while squeezing the trigger. The kick back from the 410 judge revolver was so strong, it pushed her backwards and caused her hand to jerk to the left, making the bullet miss its target and blowing a hole the size of a baseball in the wall. “I forgot to plant my feet. How in the world did I forget to plant my feet. I always practiced and trained for this day,” Natalie said while trying to catch her balance. Before she could stand straight, Brock moved swiftly across the room like a large lion about to pounce on his prey. He leaped up in the air and knocked her to the floor. The surprise of his attack completely knocked the air out of her and caused her to lose the grip of her gun. The heavy gun slid on the marble floor into the living room under the couch.

  “AWE! AUSSH! AUSSH!” Natalie grunted and moaned while squirming her body. But she knew it would only do little to the large dog. She stopped squirming around as drool dripped down from Brock’s mouth onto her face. He lowered his head and sniffed her. He froze as he tried to recall the scent, and then he sniffed her some more. His long tail began to wag uncontrollably as he stared in Natalie’s eyes with an evil, sick look on his face. Natalie knew her life was now over as Brock’s jaws opened wide. She turned her head not wanting to see his teeth. A long gunshot rang out WEPPHHAAAH!

  Brock instantly makes a whimpering sound as a bullet slammed into his right side. Brock quickly leaped off Natalie to see where the shot had come from. Brock and Natalie were both surprised to see Bruce standing there with nothing on but his boxer briefs and all his flesh from his chest was gone. Brock left finger size holes on both sides of his face and his left hand was pressed firmly on his stomach, holding in what was left of his inner guts. A piece of his intestines fell out on to the floor. He grabbed for it and scooped it up, pushing it back in his stomach. His facial expression was covered in pain. It was a miracle that he was even still alive let alone standing there as his blood seeping from his body on to the floor.

  “Shoot him again! Shoot him in the head!” Natalie screamed as she rolled towards Bruce and off the floor.

  Bruce knew Brock was far from any normal dog to shoot directly at him. Brock would just watch his finger squeeze the trigger and dodge the bullets. Bruce knew he would have to shoot directly at Brock, but where would he shoot next? Bruce squeezed the trigger and quickly jerked the gun left, but Brock dodged right.

  “Fuck! You missed him. Shoot him!” Natalie shouted now standing by Bruce’s side.

  Bruce squeezed the trigger again and nothing happened. “What the fuck?” he shouted, studying the gun.

  The last bullet he shot the shell case got stuck in the chamber, in which it should have come out and hit the floor. “Run! Run!” Bruce shouted and took flight, running towards the staircase.

  “Ouch! Shit!” Natalie said and ran passed him, going up the stairs. She turned around to see Bruce behind her and Brock behind him fast on his trail.

  “AHAHAH!” Bruce let out a high pitched scream just before he could reach the top of the stairs. He felt Brock’s teeth stick into his left leg causing him to stumble and trip up the stairs. “Help me! Help me!”

  Natalie turned around and could hear Bruce’s cries. She saw him reaching out for help as Brock dragged him back down the stairs. Bruce grabbed one of the stair rails to keep Brock from pulling him all the way down. He dropped the gun on the top step and held on to the rail with both hands with all his strength, but he felt his body getting weak as his guts poured back out without his hand pressing against his stomach that held it in.

  Natalie ran to him and grabbed his waist. “I got you!” she shouted.

  Bruce and Natalie both looked down to see how good of a grip Brock had on his leg. Once they saw, it seemed to be unbelievable. Brock didn’t have just a piece of Bruce’s leg in his mouth, but his whole foot, chewing on it as if it was a piece of bubble gum.

  “AHAHAHA! AHAHAHA!” Bruce shouted in extricating pain.

  Natalie heard a door open and close quickly. “Oh my God!” Natalie heard a soft voice scream that was very close to her. Bending next to her was a beautiful blond hair woman in a purple silk robe and a body like a goddess or the best money could buy. She grabbed Bruce’s arm and tried to help pull with Natalie.

  Natalie looked in her eyes and could tell right away this woman was his wife. She had a look that brought back memories. The look of pain and heart ache of watching your own husband getting eaten alive in front of you. “Come on let’s pull together!” Natalie shouted, “On three! 1…2…3!”

  They pulled with all of their might but stopped when they heard cracking noises.

  “AHAHAHA! AHAHAHA!” Bruce started to scream even louder, squirming and twisting from side to side while holding on to the rail of the stairs.

  Natalie and Penelope looked passed Bruce to see what Brock was doing. Bruce moved around as if he was having a seizure. “Oh my God!” Penelope said while placing her hand over her mouth to prevent fr
om vomiting, but couldn’t. She vomited all over the top stairs. Brock’s razor sharp teeth had ripped through the bones of Bruce’s left ankle and was only attached to his leg by a thin piece of flesh. Brock snatched Bruce’s foot completely off and chewed four times and then swallowed it.

  “AHAHAHAHA!” Bruce hollered.

  Natalie was surprised he didn’t bust out from pain. “Oh shit! It’s time to go,” Natalie said while grabbing Penelope by the arm.

  “No! I’m staying with my husband,” Penelope shouted.

  “There is no saving him. He’s lost too much blood.”

  He was foaming at the mouth and his body was shaking and his eyes were rolling to the back of his head. “Come on let’s go, now!” Natalie shouted.

  “I said no!” Penelope shouted, yanking free from Natalie’s grip.

  Natalie looked down the stairs to see Brock growling and making his way up the stairs slowly as if he knew they had nowhere to go. “Not tonight! I will not die tonight and not like this,” Natalie said to herself. She grabbed the gun that Bruce had dropped and took off running. She ran passed large double doors and could hear what sounded like little children crying. She stopped and twisted the doorknob and walked in, slamming the door behind her.

  Chapter 14

  “Mommy!” She heard a little voice shout. Natalie turned around to see three beautiful young girls. One girl was tall with platinum blonde hair that looked like she was twenty two years old, but Natalie could tell she was one of those teenagers that dressed and acted all grown. The other young girls looked to be around sixteen and had jet black hair; and the younger girl who looked nothing like the other two. She was fully African American and had a dark brown skin complexion.

  “You’re not my momma! Who are you? Where is my mommy?” Both of the younger girls asked simultaneously.

  Back in the hallway Penelope was filled with frustration and shock. “Bruce, wake up! Baby, wake up!” she said while crying hysterically. Bruce coughed up a chunk of blood and took his last breath. “Nooo! Noo!” Penelope screamed while still shaking him. When she looked up, she emptied her bowels on herself. She was face to face with Brock. “AHAHAHA!” she hollered as Brock sunk his teeth into her shoulder blade and dragged her down the stairs.

  “That’s my mother, I need to help her!” Chenille shouted.

  “No! You don’t want to go out of this room. It’s not safe. I need to find a way to get you girls out of this house,” Natalie replied.

  “AHAHAHAHA!” Penelope screams could be echoed through the house.

  “Move! Get out of my way!” Chenille said, pushing Natalie away from the door and ran out of the room.

  “Nooo!” Natalie shouted, but Chenille was already gone. Natalie shut the door.

  “Chenille, please come back!” Both of the younger girls said simultaneously.

  Chenille nervously walked down the hallway until she reached the staircase. “Huh!” She covered her mouth to keep her from screaming as she came across her father’s mutilated body and his missing left foot. He laid there flat on his back with his stomach ripped open. His guts were hanging out. Chenille fought back her tears. Just as she was about to cry, the she heard the sound of her mother’s voice.

  “Help me.” In a whispering tone, Penelope whimpers caught her attention.

  Chenille made her way to the voice. When she could hear what sounded like swallowing, she looked down at the white marble floor and could see a trail of smeared blood. She followed the trail through the living room and into the kitchen being careful not to trip over her own foot. She stumbled a little bit while making her way to the drawer by the sink, opening it cautiously trying not to make a sound to remove the black metal flashlight. She went to the next drawer and pulled out a large meat knife out as well.

  “Help me! Help me!” Chenille could hear her mother’s pleas repeatedly; each time her voice sounded weaker.

  Chenille walked towards the door that lead to the garage. She flicked on the flashlight and placed the meat knife between her thighs to free her right hand to open the door. She opened the door and blinked her eyes a few times. The garage was pitch black. Chenille took the knife from between her legs. With the flash light in her left hand, she made her way into the garage. The garage was the size of a small house. It stored five cars, but had extra room to fit four more cars or storage. Bruce liked to keep the rest of the cars in the circle driveway to show off to the neighbors. Chenille continued to walk deeper into the garage, following the moaning sounds of pain. She stopped between the Bentley coupe and Mercedes Benz and shined the light in between both of the cars. “AHAHAHA! AHAHAHA!”

  What she saw caused her to scream in horror. Her mother laid flat on her back the inside of her stomach was ripped open, hanging on the floor. Her left arm was ripped off from above her elbow. She saw the arm under the Bentley and the skin and meat was chewed off of it. Brock stood over her and sunk his razor sharp teeth into her left breast and ripped it off, chewing on it like candy before swallowing. The sound of Chenille’s high pitch scream caused Penelope and Brock to look up. Penelope reached out with her bloody right hand. “RUN! Run baby!” she said in a low tone.

  “AHAHAHAHA!” Chenille tripped over her own feet and looked back at Brock chasing her. She entered the kitchen and threw the dining room table at him while running through the dining room. She could see the backyard glass patio door and the blue light from the pool to guide her way. She drops the flashlight and ran at full speed like a track star. She threw her whole body through the glass door. “Ussshm!” She tripped and fell on the ground and made a grunting sound. The sound of something stepping on glass caused her to turn around to see Brock chasing her with a devilish, hungry look in his eyes. His beautiful blue grayish fur was covered in blood and drool and blood dripped from his mouth.

  “Oh shit! Oh shit!” Chenille said and inched closer to the pool.

  Brock stopped moving and froze in his tracks. A confused expression came over Chenille’s face. “I wondering why he isn’t attacking me?” she said out to herself.

  She could see that Brock was no longer looking at her, but the water in the pool that lit up blue from the light. She moved even closer to the pool water, cupping her hands together to get a scoop of water and tossed it at him.

  Hwmmmm! Brock made a whimpering sound and backpedaled.

  “You scared of water?” Chenille said out loud as her mind quickly raced. She saw a blue toy bucket that Paula used when she played in the pool. Chenille slowly made her way over to the blue bucket and scooped up water until the bucket was completely full. She stared at Brock waiting for him to react or make any kind of movement, but he just stood there looking at the pool with a blank look in his eyes as if he was stuck in a daze.

  Brock stared at the water and flashed back in his mind to when Natalie pulled him into the pool, placing him in a head lock drowning him. He didn’t even notice Chenille swiftly creeping off across the property on to the grass towards the Iron Gate. She was hesitant to touch it as she remembered that it was an electric gate. She put down the knife and picked up a lock and tossed it at the gate. “No spark, thank God!” she said. The power was still out from the storm. She grabbed the gate and started to climb it.

  “USSAH!” she shouted in pain from falling back down on to the sharp pointed gate because the Iron Gate was still wet from the rain earlier. She eased off the ground to see that Brock was no longer standing there. “Ah! The patio door by the pool. Oh God! Oh God!” Chenille said while scanning around the backyard but couldn’t see anything. She panicked and quickly began to climb the fence again. “I got to get the hell out of here!” she said. She felt a sharp pain in her calf muscle. “AHAHAHAA!” she hollered as Brock chomped into her flesh and pulled her backwards. She held on to the gate with all her might. “Noo! Noo! Nooo! Help me! Someone, please help me!” she cried uncontrollably. Feeling her fingers slipping, she lost her grip from the gate. Brock yanked her back hard and pulled her to the ground. She reached ou
t for the bucket of water, but it tilted over. She grabbed it and tossed the water. The bucket had hit him in the head. Brock had stopped and looked at her as if she were stupid. He bit down even harder.

  “AHAHAHA! No! Nooo!” Chenille shouted. Her eyes opened up wide when she realized the meat knife she had dropped wasn’t too far from her fingertips. She stretched her arm out and grabbed it and twisted back around on to her back while Brock was still pulling her. She swung the blade with all her might. The tip of the sliced Brock across his chest, tearing it open. Brock howled in pain and released his grip off her leg. Chenille yelled, “STAY AWAY! STAY AWAY!” She yelled swinging the knife from side to side.

  Grrr! Grrr! Brock became frustrated. Before Chenille could register what had happened, Brock had locked down on her forearm that had the knife in it. He twisted her forearm from side to side as his jaws tightened down. His razor sharp teeth ripped through her flesh and broke through the bone.

  “AHAHAHA! Lord Noo!” Chenille hollered in excruciating pain as she watched Brock slowly rip her arm off, spitting it back out on the ground.

  Grrrr! Brock began to bark and growl really loud and proceed to attack her face. She put up her left arm to protect her face. Brock devoured her face, ripping the skin off her cheeks and nose, and then completely tearing off the right side of her face. Chenille’s body went into hypovolemic shock. “Help me! Help!” She said repeatedly while feeling her body being dragged back into the house and could feel the cold concrete of the garage floor on her back. Her left eyeball was dug out of her socket, only connected by a thin piece of skin. She felt her body stop moving and realized she was lying next to her mother, who was barely alive. She tried to touch her mother to console her, but had no control over the broken lifeless arm. She felt a sharp pain travel through her body as Brock finished the job on her left arm, and then stood over her. The last thing that she saw was razor sharp teeth before they came down on her, crushing every bone in her skull until her brain oozed out of her mouth.