Freedom? Whats that!? {Open}

Constantly lost, constantly in pain, constantly confused. We didn't understand what had happened. We didn't know what had happened besides a few massive bombshells hitting the run down city that the rebel humans lived. After such attacks our abuse had ended mostly, we were still helpless and maimed from our last beating yet still trapped at the end of the twenty foot tow chains. We hardly had enough energy to keep breathing let alone care, we wish the sick old cook could have brought us one last meal. Yet he was to physically enabled himself.

Alas he had cut a week chain link half a foot from our neck, the remenance still hung heavy on us, clattering and clanging as we hobbled along. We cared not to take it off, it almost just felt like our trade mark to keep where this burden of past bondage. We knew it didn't help us progress in healing from our last cruel attack of attention. Our ribs were finally rethreaded together from a few breaks and cracks, but they were still tender and if hit hard enough easily rebroken. Hearing our of one ear was starting to return, probably never fully though, as for the rest aimless and many merciless wounds we've suffered. All had hindered us, yet we hung on, from some purpose or another, though we almost cherished the pain received as that was the only time we received attention from others.

Odd but pain meant we were thought about enough to be given the time to be a kicking a punching bag, once and awhile be the piñata for a crowbar here and there. Apparently we were important enough for humans to take their frustration out on, at least we were thought of in a sense without being fully forgotten. Perhaps that's why we were lost now, no one paid us with a punch in the muzzle or a kick in the ribs anymore, we just wandered pointlessly to this new town. Grunting in endless pain, our gut growling in hunger, we were not strong enough for the hunt and the scraps we found were measly and worthless.

A few more slurps we took from this dinghy puddle of water, left over from the nights pouring rains and spring thunderstorm. We'd spent the night in a culvert on the side of a road, already a few hours later a rest for our washed up fame sounded amazing. Perhaps these train tracks would lead to something for us to stow away in for awhile, least that was our hope if there was anything to put hope in anymore. We could never understand why the old homeless woman had a smile on her face every day when we had been with her. We never seen a reason for her to be happy without home, love and family back then and still don't today. She has always mentioned hope, we just never got it.

It seemed for an insane amount of hours did our ebonite and rouge bodice trudge along the tracks, lithe long but thick limbs dragging heavy club like paws forward with every step we took. Our broad tiara drooped before us bobbing to our irregular walking rythme, tongue lulling out with no care or effort to retracted it into our muzzle. Tail being tossed back and forth from each heal without any desire of raising to from being treaded on, what was the point we had nothing to show for, no one to impress.

Our spectacles were almost clouded with lifelessness, we were the undesirable and unneeded, there was no more point to us and we cared not to take care of ourselves. It was apparent in every bit of our structure that we cared not anymore, a band of wild street hounds could've ambushed us and we'd have taken the beating till we'd. Be left for dead. We even figured we'd end up purposefully provoking them just so it'd be guaranteed to attack us, god knows it'd be better than this train track we followed for miles.

Our dome rose in slight disbelief, a train station was in view before us, cars and trolleys scattered all over the place. Just wonderful! Perhaps a passenger car had a comfy cushioned seat for as to lay on? We pressed ourselves to pick up pace, wincing and grimacing at the shots of hot pain through our ribs as we did so. Ignoring such annoying hinderances on the body, we were close to a decent looking car we didn't care about the pain. Damn the steps were high as we hobbled up to one, grunting we forced our front pillars to raise and stretch uncomfortably to the step. Sucking in a deep breath we jumped up.

Gasping as one hind leg missed, sending us sprawled across the steps almost helpless, we scrambled with our front paws and jaws to grab ahold of something before dully toppling over. Back on the ground. Yes we were able to grapple ahold on the first vertical bar of the railings with our canines, huffing a few breaths to regain ourselves. Finally we summoned the strength to pull ourselves up to the platform, staggering forth till we leaned against the open doorway of the passenger car. We now debating of jumping in a seat anymore. Instead we mouthed a corner of the nearest cushion and gave a big yank, practically falling again. It ripped right off from the amount of mold a wear it had, we dropped in in the center isle and flopped onto it.

A big sigh of relief as our worn body appreciated the softer bedding, food could wait as we yawned and stretched our throbbing bodice. Rest sounded amazing as our eyelids began to fall heavily and quick. We knew not of other canines in the area or there was any, at this point it didn't matter.