I Know Your Every Move;;

[C R I S P]

I Have The Stuff That You Want

I Am The Thing That You Need

I'll Be The Freak You Can Taunt

" Mum, look! A puppy! "

It wasn't what Blitz wanted to hear upon waking up. He never wanted to hear those words, because that meant an incoming brat was about to pet him. Bad move. His eyes flashed open and he saw the incoming hand, small and fragile. The hand belonged to a pudgy little girl who was tugging on her mother's sleeve with the hand farthest away from him. With a snarl he lunged toward her snapping the air just barely missing her hand on purpose. He stood there for a moment snarling as the human child hid behind her mother and started to cry. The human mother glared at him, and stalked off with her child to a nearby security guard. 'Shit!' He thought, as he saw the human mother pointing to him and the security guard starting to walk over. He dashed away from his grassy spot underneath a tree and into the oncoming traffic of the humans leaving the fair grounds. It was closing to ten o'clock and the fair grounds were closing for the night. He swerved in between humans and dodged hands as he made his way toward the entrance of the fair grounds. He turned his head sharply around to see if he was still being chased, and to his relief the lazy security guard had given up the chase. He sighed and slipped through a wide section of the gate and into the fair grounds.

Once inside he saw that the fair grounds were fairly empty, besides a few humans cleaning the grounds and patrolling the area. He searched the ground nearby for any food that had been left by the humans. And just to his luck, A half-uneaten chicken leg lay on the ground and he stalked over to it, being wary of the humans. He grasped a firm hold on the leg with his teeth and trotted over to one of the tents. He sniffed around the outside, checking for any sign that there was a human in it. Once clear he sneaked in, gazing around at the small sized tent. Posters hung on the wall, with the human language plastered all over it. A table lay in the center of the tent with a crystal ball placed on top of it. He walked over to the table and lay beside it, watching the entrance in case he needed to make a quick escape. Blitz took small bites of the chicken leg, savoring every piece he ate, making sure he enjoyed it. This could be his last meal in a while, for he wouldn't know when his next one would be. Hunting was an option, but then again he wasn't especially good at it. He had always survived on human leftovers and only when necessary did he go hunting for live meals.

He was used to the city, not the country where rabbits and deer roamed free. In the city every corner he crossed he could find a halfway decent meal without any effort. This chicken leg was more than decent though, it was fantastic. It was still warm and the flavors and spices added an extra kick. Lady luck had favored him today, and he would have to repay her somehow. Though he shouldn't have tested his luck with staying in an unoccupied tent. He could be found quickly and he would be cornered and would have to fight his way out. It was a rare time that Blitz wasn't in the mood for a fight. It was late and he was tired, he didn't want to use any more of his energy today. All he wanted to do was find a nice place sleep for the night so he could reek havoc tomorrow. If he survived for tomorrow, for there was always a possibility that he wouldn't last the night. In every stray there was a possibility, but for those who lived for danger it was a greater risk. Soon he had finished the chicken leg and all that was left was a bone that lay at his paws. He was about to gnaw at the bone when he heard something walking outside. He barely made a sound and froze, all he did was listen. The movements were too light to be a human, so it had to be a dog. He wouldn't make an effort to find out.

And I Don't Care What You Say

It's a dangerous world out there Blitz
Let Rumor help you through it
With these 727 words as your witness
Sing this song by Michael Jackson called Dirty Diana