"Puppy love."

Chapter 1

"Bouncy balls are better than humans."

In a city called Arendelle far, far away lived a young high school boy named Hans.

He was viewed by many as the perfect example of how a kid from a well-known rich family was supposed to behave.

His red hair was always combed and clean, his clothes were always bought in the most expensive shops in town, he had the highest grades in class and always acts politely.

That's the side of Hans he let everybody see, grownups often tell their children to behave "more like Hans Isles".

But, hidden from them, was the other side of that rich kid.

The side that was manipulative, cruel, sadistic, cold hearted and double crossing.

The side his dog Kristoff, who is also the true hero of this story (because who would want to read about a kid like that who is also the main focus of the story? I sure as hell wouldn't (no offence to all Hans fans, I just don't like that guy)), knows all too well.

Hans's giant mix between a Siberian husky, some kind of mountain dog and a golden retriever, suffered from it since the day that brat got him as a puppy.

Originally he was supposed to be named after Christopher Columbus who was the, then, ten year old Hans's history hero but his father didn't hear his son pronounce the name correctly and wrote on the birth certificate "Kristoff".

So…the name stuck and at first, Hans really did seem to love his puppy.

They played together, ate at the same time and even shared the same bed!

Both Kristoff and Hans couldn't have a better life.

But, as life like it, a sudden tragedy occurs.

The boy's twelve out of thirteen older brothers decided to turn against him.

At the beginning all they did was mock him when their mother wasn't looking and sometimes stick a "kick me" paper on his back.

It was innocent enough during the first couple of weeks that the parents just dismissed that as children playing some sort of stupid game.

But one day…push came to shove.

The parents weren't at home the whole day.

All the boundaries that kept the brothers at bay were gone.

They cornered Hans and his two moth old puppy in his room, armed in nothing but their fists.

But that was enough.

The house was soon filled with screams of a boy beaten by the same people that were supposed to protect and care for him.

And don't think Kristoff was spared.

He wasn't.

It lasted for about an hour.

After that the oldest brother, that didn't take part in the beating, called the ambulance when he saw what his younger siblings did to Hans and his pet.

The poor boy was in the hospital for about a month.

Although Kristoff would have argued that he never left that place.

The Hans that was beaten up wasn't the same Hans that went through the hospital door.

That's when the young dog met the dark side of his beloved master.

Angered by the fact that the dog didn't save him from his faith, the boy took out all the rage that build up in him during his stay at the hospital on the puppy.

With every kick.

"You. Were. Supposed. To. PROTECT ME!"

With every well placed hit.

"WHY DIDN'T YOU SAVE ME?!"

Their friendship began to brake.

And the puppy didn't know why he received such a brutal "I'm back" sign.

He was to small back then to do anything to change the ending of the sibling fight.

So really…it wasn't his fault.

But that didn't really matter to Hans.

The point was…he was smaller than him.

Weaker than him.

Dependable on him.

Owned by him.

That's why he turned Kristoff into his personal punching bag and locked him up in the basement with a tight collar and a muzzle, so no one can hear him yelp.

Everyday Hans played his little performance.

Be nice in front of parents, friends, girlfriends and teachers during the day.

Take out frustrations on an innocent, confused puppy during the night.

The second thing lasted till the day Hans joined high Scholl.

All this time Kristoff relied on the minimal rations of food Hans left him and occasional rats and mice, to keep himself alive.

Water was almost never fresh and his gold fur was beyond dirty.

But, the day Hans Isles joined the local High school, was also the day he realized how sharp are dog teeth.

It was the day Kristoff became too big and too strong for the teen to handle.

After all these year of abuse the mongrel had enough.

He did something a loyal dog would never do.

He bit his owner's hand.

After that incident Kristoff was transported to the back yard, after Hans's father realized how big he has gotten it was simply no room for him in the basement anymore, chained to a comfy wooden doghouse and a green rubber ball with a reindeer as toy. He also got back much of his lost weight thanks to the children that threw scraps of meat at him every day. And his water was always fresh thanks to the heavy rains.

But the once carefree puppy was gone, replaced by a vicious hound that despised humans.

Stronger than most dogs, because of his genes.

More resistant to pain than most mutts, because of the beating he had to survive.

Bigger than most hounds because of his genes (again).

And more deadly, because of his sharp teeth and claws.

But in all the negative characteristics there was one positive one.

Though he absolutely hates humans with all his heart he won't attack a person that didn't do anything to him. That would be unfair and cruel.

Now all the dog does is lie outside his doghouse and watch the sun come and go while also having imaginary conversations with the rubber ball he nicknamed "Sven".

The yellow colored mutt looked up from the book he pretended to read, smiled and turned to face his partner.

"How's that for an origin story eh?" He nipped the green ball. "If you ask me it's quite a beauty. It's even better when I know it's about me and what I've really been through. Now all we need to do is actually write it, print it and find a numb nut that will actually sell it."

Sven remained silent.

"Come on. No commentary? The least you could do is admit that I am a cool protagonist for kids to copy."

The ball wobbled to the front.

"You really think so?! Why Sven…thank you…I'm simply out of words to say." Kristoff chuckled wiping of and imaginary tear.

Sven wobbled to the right.

"Yeah the weather does look kinda nice today." The dirty mutt turned his head to the sun. The day truly was beautiful.

Sven fell backwards.

Kristoff's brown eyes darkened.

"I know he'll be back soon."

Sven wobbled to the left.

The dog smirked.

"I know he's going to bring his next girlfriend buddy. You don't have to remind me about that."

Sven stood still.

"And yes I am going to scare her of senseless like every other "Hans's girlfriend" before her if you're wondering." Kristoff pushed himself to a sitting position with his front paws. "It's called "revenge" pal and it's something I'm having on ol'Hans."

Sven crooked to the right, exposing the reindeer picture.

"Of course it safe Sven." The mutt covered the ball with his giant paw. "There's nothing Hans can do to me now. Hell he's too scared to even come near me at this point."

The ball wobbled to the back.

Kristoff rolled his eyes.

"How many times do I have to tell you? Hans's father may have a gun but the brat himself is to chicken to even touch it. It also helps that I'm a present from a dead relative. They won't get rid of me that easily."

Sven watched his companion with his, already barely visible, blue eyes worriedly.

The dog's eyes softened.

"Don't worry buddy. I'll be fine." He smiled.

He was happy that Sven worried.

It gave him a sense that someone cared.

Even if that someone was just a rubber ball.

He knew no human was capable of doing that.

They all hated him anyway.

"Anna slow down!" A voice well known to him yelled in the distance.

"Your house is so COOL! And the back yard! Totally awesome!" Answered a high-pitched female voice Kristoff never heard in his life.

The footsteps were getting louder.

"I don't think you should go there Anna!" Hans yelled still quite far.

Ah so she is running right towards me. Kristoff though with a smirk.

"Why? It's so beautiful out here!" A scent of cookies and hot chocolate filled his nostrils.

Soon the girl came into sight.

A nice looking, teenager with strawberry blond hair, dressed in a pink sweater and a pair of jeans.

"Oh! You never said you had a dog!" She squalled upon seeing him.

He smirked harder.

Show time.