The dog ran down the alley. He felt blood matted to his fur and it was starting to run into his eye. The blood was making it hard to see out of that eye. He could hear the boys' footsteps coming after him. His tongue flapped up and down as he ran as fast as he could.

The two boys where right behind him. One boy was in blue jeans and a sweater which had blue and white stripes going across it. He had a look of hate in his eyes. His eyes, black, where almost completely covered by his black baseball cap.

The other boy had on tan cargo pants and a black sweatshirt. His long curly hair flew behind him as he ran down the alley. He was a few steps behind the other boy.

They ran past an old bearded man carrying a garbage bag of soda cans. The man watched as the small, furry, gray, black and brown patched dog was chased by the two boys. He saw a small trail of blood drops on the alley where the dog had passed.

The boy in blue jeans reached into his pocket and pulled out a large marble. He stropped abruptly and the other boy bumped into him making him drop the marble. The boy in blue jeans picked up the marble and threw it full force at the dog.

The marble flew thru the air and hit the small dog on its back left thigh. It yelped and fell on its side. The green marble rolled away and stopped on the wheel of a trash dumpster. The dog got up and started to limp away as the boys caught up to it.

The boy in blue jeans shot his foot out and kicked the dog up in the air. A light crunching sound and another yelp could be heard when the boy's foot made contact with the dog's body. The dog flew up in the air and away from the boy, and further down the alley.

It landed on the ground on its side, facing the boys. The boy in cargo pants looked in the dumpster and reached in, pulling out the lower half of a broken mop stick. He held it from the mop end and wielded it like a sword, menacingly pointing the jagged sharp end of the broken mop stick at the dog.

The dog was whimpering from fear and pain. It tried to get up again as the boys approached. It hurt so bad to get up. It turned away from the boys to walk away when it felt a sharp pain in its back. It turned to see the boy in cargo pants poking at it with the stick. The boy in jeans laughed as the dog yelped from the pain.

The dog turned around and growled at the boys. It was getting hard to stand now. The dog staggered as it stood as firm as it could.

The boys looked at the dog for a few seconds then the boy in jeans whispered something to the boy in cargo pants. The boy in cargo pants handed the mop handle to the boy in jeans. The boy in jeans grabbed it by the broken end. He swung it up and started to bring it down towards the dog when he felt it slip out of his hand, splinters of the broken end digging into his hand.

The boy in jeans turned around to see the old bearded man holding the broken mop handle in his hand. The boy in cargo pants also turned around to see the old man look menacingly at both of them. The man growled at them baring his few brown, decaying teeth.

Both boys ran away from the old man as he looked down at the dog. The dog was still growling with as much strength as it could muster. The old man reached into his pocked and pulled out a sandwich bag. He squatted down and opened the bag.

The dog could smell something good coming from the sandwich bag. The old man held his hand out which had a few small pieces of bacon it. The dog stopped growling and sniffed the air in front of the old man's hand. He limped forward and sniffed his hand. The dog took a piece of the bacon and ate it.

The dog ate a few pieces out of his hand as the old man lightly patted his head. When the dog finished eating the bacon, the old man lightly picked him up.

"No te preocupes perrito, yo te cuidare." The old man said as he picked up his bag of cans with his other hand and continued walking down the alley.