DISCLAIMER: I do not own PAW Patrol, the characters, or any association of the series.

A/N: HELLO READERS! Well, I never thought I will write something intended for really young kids, but heck, here I am. I honestly like this show, the few children programs that actually made me…laugh? *gasp* All the characters are distinct, even side ones, and well, I like them enough to write fanfiction no? I'll eventually write an actual plot arc or something but not for a long while.

These are backstories of the pups. I'll write a few chapters for each pup, starting with the K-9 member himself. Enjoy guys!

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The day was bright, explicitly so, with clouds shoved away from the sun so all the residents of Adventure Bay received the warm of mother nature at its fullest. Currently, the PAW patrol members were enjoying the comforting time to relax, knowing they could be called on duty any moment. In front of the proud Lookout where the PAW patrol members lived, Fire Rescue pup Marshall and Construction pup Rubble were playing ball joyfully, to which Rubble now bounced the ball with his head to his senior.

"Come on Rubble!" Marshall said anxiously, as he bounced the shiny ball back. "You can throw it farther. I've seen you play with Skye before, and she's much smaller!"

"But-!" Bounce. It suddenly rolled off, with Rubble scrambling to get it. "Skye can reach it. She jumps!"

"And you think I can't?" Marshall laughed. "Come on, hit it far and tall!"

Rubble stuck out his tongue and with a gruff bounced it with great power. For such a small and young pup he had vast strength.

Marshall backtracked racing. "I got it, I got it, I got it, I-whoa whooaaa!" he unknowingly tripped over a toy and tumbled and tumbled like a wheel, then dashing into a ring of some rope near by.

"I'm okay!" Marshall shouted, his head shooting out immediately from the circle. Ironically, the ball was landing where exactly the Dalmatian fell, and the ball slammed up into the air from Marshall's head. Rubble went running to him, checking if he was fine, and when he did, a ball bounced right on his head, making him stumble and blink in confusion.

"Heh heh, I sure bounced back from that!"

Rubble looked to him with a frown. Marshall shrugged. "What? Told ya I could do it." And they both laughed.

Bark! Bark! "Marshall, Rubble!" they recognized the feminine call, turning their heads they saw Skye, their rescue pilot, rushing to them.

Marshall grinned at their incoming friend. "Hey Skye. Wanna play ball?"

"We can play three way now!" Rubble got excited at the thought.

"Oh, hehe, not right now!" she said with her usual cheery self. "I was actually hoping if you pups have seen Chase." She suddenly giggled. "I hope he isn't still down from losing pup pup boogie to me yesterday."

"No idea Skye!" Rubble exclaimed. "I haven't seen him all day."

"Same here!" Marshall yelped, a bit too quickly. "No idea Skye! Not a no idea."

"That didn't make sense Marshall."

"It does to me."

"Huh?" Rubble was the one who looked confused. "But didn't you say earlier that you saw Chase really really early this morning?"

"Oh yeeeaaaahhh…" he drawled out, seeming to inwardly curse at himself as he glanced away. "I did haha. He's uh, off for the day."

"Of course he is Marshall you silly. We all are. But where is he exactly? I want to ask if we could play in the park together."

"No, I mean off, off." Marshall insisted, and he looked extremely nervous. "Doing uh, stuff! That's right. Stuff. In town. Stuff in town!" He liked his answer.

Skye didn't though. "Marshall, what is Chase doing in town?"

"I um, don't know! I really don't! You know Chase, always doing things on his own hehe."

"Marshall…" she pouted. "Why aren't you telling me the truth?"

"I am! It's not like I'm hiding the real reason why Chase wants to be alone today! Not like I'm gonna mention it's something to do with his past haha no way I'm gonna say that!"

The two younger pups looked to Marshall with questioning eyes as he chuckled nervously, and when it died down weakly, he too blinked dumbly.

"I just said something didn't I?"

Rubble nodded. "Yup."

"Heh, Well look at that! Ryder needs me. Gotta run!"

"Marshall!" Skye shouted, blocking him off running. She might be small, the smallest in this group, but that didn't stop her from speaking her mind. "Is Chase fine? Does he need help?" Worry rushed through her.

"Of course he's fine! He's just well," he had a nervous grin, glancing away. "Going through some stuff."

"Like what?" Rubble asked innocently.

Marshall sighed heavily, still rattled as ever. "Okay, but you gotta promise, promise you wont tell Chase what I told you!"

They nodded. And barked. "A pup's promise."

"Cause Chase would kill me if I did. He's scary when he's mad you know?"

"Don't worry Marshall!" Rubble yelped. "Me and Skye won't say ANYTHING."

Skye agreed to that. She wouldn't want Marshall to be in trouble, and Chase's temper...well, it wasn't the prettiest if you upset it. Now to think of - she pouted at the thought - there wasn't a lot she knew about Chase's past. He never mentioned his life before the P.A.W Patrol, only the fact he met Marshall when he was training at the K-9 Academy. No mention of parents either when the pups ever bring up family members into their conversations. However, it didn't mean that she and Chase didn't get along, in fact, the quite opposite! She could argue she was his best friend! (well, after Marshall). And it was evident he held that title as it seemed Marshall knew why Chase wanted to be alone, away from the P.A.W Patrol and the lookout. And she didn't.

That hurt a bit.

Marshall was still hesitant for a brief moment before he glanced around, making sure no other pup was around, and then with a firm nod, indicated he was ready.

"Okay, I never actually, uh, met the dog, but today is the day Chase remembers Archie."

"Archie?"

"And Swift, but not in a good way. Bad stuff he did before, but Swift is another story. Archie wanted to help him."

"Who?"

"Wait, uh, I'm getting confused, who are we talking about?"

"Chase Marshall!" Skye insisted. "Let's start with Chase."

"Oh. Heh, right," he cleared his throat. "It all began when Chase was just a new pup, living on the streets of Detmold City."

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The only sounds on the dark, grim looking streets and alleyways were sirens and humans going about their daily lives. The streets, despite it being the day, seeped with anguish, unknown, the deadly unknown, and eyes enclosed in shadows that would attack you by its simple stares. Suddenly there were the rapid sound of paws slapping against the pavement, some whishing under puddles, others on stone pavement, all leading to some place. Then one howled, then two, and soon all followed, sounding ghostly in the eerily atmosphere of the city. They dogs went under and over, through, or around poles, drains, walls, fences, all speeding to where they needed to be. Finally reaching some abandoned warehouse, they entered through the cracks, and when emerging inside, there were dozens of dogs, all mostly large, barking and growling to one another in a giant rampage sound.

But the entering group didn't pay attention to the group of fighting dogs in the center of the chaos. They zoomed to the left, where a dog stood sternly, and with a nod, he let them pass him, down a vent that lead downstairs, into a long, dingy hallway. They kept running, pass some doors with guarding dogs, then finally, reaching one protected by not one but two gigantic dogs, scars and markings carving their fur. With another nod, they let the moving group in the room, and this room was utterly quiet with a rough atmosphere. There were dogs forming a circle in the center of the room, and at the farthest side of the room, laid some crates, with some dogs sitting on them. The entering group ran to the center of the circle, where the only light was bestowed, and they huffed, tired from running, but ready to speak. One, a Rottweiler, called Dead Eight, spoke out from the group. He was the leading communicator.

"Boss, I got the word that the Growls are planning to move out into Ronder and Hanson street. Me and my boys were able to sniff out seven of the members entering into Little Ceasar Pizza's alley."

"Little Ceasar?" A dog named Cy, who was another Rottweiler, said. He was a spotter. "Damn Growls think cause Humans are stupid, they get extra filling of scraps."

"But we claim that spot!" Rex, a pitbull, yelled out. He was a supplier. "That's one of our spots yo, Khan made sure that stayed that way."

"Khan might of fought and killed for the spot," the Caucasian Shepard T-Bone added. He was the dogkeeper of the gang, keeping records of everything they did. "But dog dipped as soon as he could to flipping Mexico. Broke his legs and ended up in a pound. Died two days later by a Growl."

"At least those Growls did something for us."

"Messed up part though," Dead Eight added, his eyes like daggers. "They went and pissed on that damn spot."

It was dead quiet. No dog said a word. Then suddenly, "No damn way!" Rex growled loudly. He looked like he was ready to kill. "Where are those Growls? I'll rip their ears when I-"

Someone snickered. A Boerboel named Rocket. One of the leading runners. "Or what? Your bite might be big but brain ain't."

Rex turned his eyes at Rocket. "How bout I rip you up while I wait?"

"If ya can try tiny eyes."

Immediately the two were ready to pound at each other, fangs out and vicious eyes staring down at on another. The other dogs howled at the sight, ready to watch the fight, but suddenly,

"Hey! Sit ya tails down!" A dog shouted. His name was Butch, Boss' right hand dog – an Argentinian Mastiff. "Really wanna fight in front of the boss? In the damn room?" The two dogs stopped, growling darkly before retuning to their spot.

"So, what are we gonna do about this problem?" Ghost, a Cane Corso breed grumbled. "Kill 'em? I'm bout that. We can set up a group to head there tonight."

A dog chuckled lowly. They all turn silently to that distinctive sound, coming from the one crate completely cloaked with darkness. "Like your thinking Ghost, for real I do," and he emerged from the shadows. This dog was huge, fur blue, white and grey, scars all over. Eyes dark and red. His stature was nothing by intimidating.

"Boss?" T-Bone said incredulously.

The dog known as Boss had a very grim smile, but for his demeanour meant he was content. "But we got that problem over and done with."

All were shock. And Boss sensed that, so he titled his head to Butch. His second in command stood taller, turning his head to the group. "What Boss is trying to say boys is that he took care of it."

The dogs looked puzzled.

"The Growls are some dumb street gang thinking they could run with the big dogs." Butch continued, and his fangs gleamed in pride. "We raided their place. Took supplies. Have their leader upstairs right now."

Some were surprised at the outcome. Some weren't. Others grinned at the joy of their enemy as their prisoner.

"Boss sure is something!" Ghost howled in respect.

"Yeah," Cy said smirking, "Unlike Rocket who can't even get weapons delivered properly."

Rocker turned swiftly to Cy, who was indifferent to the glare. He growled loudly. "I did it perfectly fine!"

"Yeah, your boys had to make sure you tail was safe. You lost almost what? Two boxes of ammo to some random street dogs!"

"It was recovered!" he snarled.

"Yeah, cause Swift had to get them back. While you wanted to fight, he was smart and went after the stealers. Even Chase got a box back, without an injury."

Rocket kept growling, ready to jump a second dog, but a quick glance from Boss silenced him instantly, standing him down.

"And cause of that," Boss said calmly, "Swift has become a new leading runner. Next work he will lead. And he gets to pick his team. But," he paused, and it was terrifying when the other dogs didn't know what he was thinking of, "I want Chase to stay with Swift for the next work."

Swift nodded. "Boss."

The leader glanced slyly to the youngest dog present at the meeting. "You got that Chase?"

The German Shepard's eyes were cold. "Yes Boss."

Rocket still refused to lay it off though. Wanted to rile up some trouble. And he knew who exactly to attack. "Aww, look at the little pup, trying to act all tou-"

He was meet with a dark glare, the smaller pup having nothing but pure coldness in his harden brown eyes. "Say it again Rocket. And I will snap your paw off."

He backed off. Just a bit. Damn mutt just startled me, he thought, that's all. Not actually afraid of the pup.

Swift hid his dark chuckle.

"Alright boys," Boss said, and all sat up at the call, "Meeting's done for now. Besides… "he flashed a quick grin, a terribly frightening grin, "Don't we have a chew toy upstairs to play with?"

The pack howled in union, following their leader upstairs to watch the definite death brawl.

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"Ahhhh," Swift sighed contently long, stretching his paws and then resting his head under them. His ears lowered, completely at ease. "So tired." He glanced idly to the pup with him, his one eye peaking up. "How come you're not?"

Chase said nothing, gazing at the distant sunset that was falling under the city view of Detmold. Him and Swift were on a rooftop of an old abandoned building. There was some bones and leftover food near them, dashed messily on the rooftop gravel.

When Swift got no answer, he groaned and rolled on his back. "Seriously little bro, you need to chill once in awhile. Just cause you're lookout doesn't mean you're on alert 24/7."

Chase frowned. "It's my job though. Like you being runner."

"Lead runner." He corrected with a lazy paw in the air. He was a German Shepard, just like Chase, but Swift had darker fur, a scar on his stomach. It was also customary in their gang for every dog to have a red bandana, and darker the shade (closer to black), the higher the power you had in the pack. Chase has a bright red one around his neck. Swift had a light burgundy.

"But isn't it great Chase?" he said with something of a smile. "I'm finally a lead runner. Eventually I'll move up and become Boss' personal bodyguards, and then, right-hand dog. And look at you, rising up pretty well for a pup."

"For a pup?" Chase said deadpanned.

"Yup. You know the rule. No one calls you pup 'cept me. I have the right. I am your older brother."

"You're my only brother." Chase said with a roll of his eyes.

"Exactly." Swift shifted his position, now on his stomach again. "But why did you leave the brawl at the warehouse? They're were just getting to the good parts of the kill."

Chase opted to say nothing, shrugging instead.

Swift frowned. "You're boring."

"Not. Just, dunno…" he sighed. "Just didn't wanna see it."

"Getting soft Chase?" he looked curiously, yet there was darkness at the edge of his words.

He scoffed. "As if. With you as my brother, doubt that."

Swift suddenly laughed as he sat up, sitting beside the younger German Shepard. "True. And oh," he nudged the pup, "And good threatening at the meeting. Rocket's always in everyone's tail. How bad I want to rip his stupid muzzle out. All talk and no bite."

"You could if you want to," Chase commented dryly.

"Yeah, I could, easily, but I hate easy targets. They're no fun to mess around with. He's gonna die off anyway, eventually. Or killed. Either way I don't care."

"Aren't you nice?"

"Yup. Aren't I a damn dog?" and he snickered. "And then I'll be the only top runner. Heeey, maybe you too one day, when you get older."

Chase looked to his brother. "Yeah…a runner." He then crooked an eyebrow. "You're gonna pick me for your team right?"

"Maybe. Maybe not."

"Swift…"

"Haha, just kidding! Course I'll pick you! Besides, Boss made you stick with my team." nudging him again. "Next work is coming up soon, I can feel it in my bones. So ya better be ready to fight and kill."

"When I need to Swift."

"Which reminds me, I've seen ya bro - you fight pretty good. You could easily mess up anything to the core, you could kill if ya wanna, but heck, you just do serious damage and leave them hanging. What are you? A ninja?"

"Funny."

"Just saying!"

"At least I'm clean with my attacks Swift. You leave a mess."

"Never said that was a problem."

"Can be when we have to escape the cops." The younger pup frowned.

"Hey, that's why my name is Swift bro! And you're Chase. Impossible to catch. Irony isn't it? That's why Boss let us in when they found us." He patted Chase's head. "Sooner or later bro you gotta get your paws real bloody to rise up!"

"Like you?"

Something flashed in Swift's eyes. But as quick it came it was gone and he smiled. "Maybe."

Now it was Chase's turn to nudge his brother with his paw. "You make more noise than the human car sirens at night."

Swift laughed cockily. "Cause I'm awesome." And again Chase rolled his eyes.

The older dog then stretched one more time and stood on his legs. He was older than Chase, a good six-year difference in dog years, and at three and a half years old in human terms, Swift was at the rebellious age of a teenager. Chase was just grazing one, practically a very young pup.

"C'mon. We're gonna watch some fights downstairs. Bet Rocket and Rex are gonna brawl. And don't say you need to stay up here and watch. I'll get some other dogs to do it."

"Always annoying me, aren't you?" Chase walked over to his brother, a playful tone in his voice.

Swift grinned. "It's what I'm born to do."

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Apparently, Swift was right. Later that evening, the older German Shepard was called to lead a rob-on-two, meaning a robbery on humans. Supplies were running short and often when the pack needed something instantly, Boss called these ones. They were planning to ambush a small outdoor supermarket owned by some middle-aged man. And in the early morning, when he was opening the store, he had no idea he was being watched by a group of menacing eyes.

"Oh my, a dog?" The old man blinked in confusion at the German Shepard in front of him, wandering around and seeming to glance at him. The man presumed since it was the early morning street dogs might still be roaming, and from the size of this dog, must be a pup. A very young pup.

"I'll call the pound and see if they'll get you." He then ushered himself inside, as the puppy was in the back alley of his store. He opened the back door that had a crate to keep it from being locked, and went inside, where most of his newly shipped chicken and meat was still in boxes. As he reached to find the phone and begin dialling, he heard snarling, and before he realized it, he was shoved to the ground by rampaging, violent dogs, pounding at him to remain on the floor. He was truly helpless, screaming in fear, and his saving grace of calling help was ripped away from him. While in the fits of his terror, more dogs entered through the back door, and quickly, began tearing the boxes open and shoving the meat packages into their mouths. In a chaotic yet organized fashion dogs were entering and leaving the store, food with them in anyway possible.

"Hurry up guys!" Swift shouted over the mess of dogs. "This needs to be done quick!"

No one said anything, but their actions explained enough. Everyone was doing something, while three dogs were restraining the poor old man, who definitely had bleeding injures all over his arms. He wasn't struggling as much, but now silently praying with tears for the nightmare to be over.

And then there was a bark.

That peaked their ears up, especially Chase's. It wasn't familiar, not a call from their allies from the gang, but a stern, authoritative bark that demanded attention.

Swift growled. Dammit.

"Retreat guys!" He yelped over the calamity, and the barking got louder, and in multiple echoes. "It's the fuzz!"

That sure got the dogs moving quick. Some ran with food packages in their teeth, scrambling out through the back door and into the alleyways. The three dogs holding the old man immediately released him, which the man whimpered and rolled on the ground, crying in pain. The street dogs were dashing through the back streets, bags of food wedged in the jaws, while others even had packages shoved in their mouths.

"Dammit." Swift muttered, running with the group and his brother. "Human Neighbour must'a heard us and called." He inwardly swore again, but he didn't stop moving. They had to get the heck out of here.

And when they turned a corner, they were suddenly met with the flipping K-9 unit.

His eyes blazed with annoyance. He knew he could easily escape, Chase too, but they were carrying heavy bags of food.

This was a problem.

"Turn over boys!" Swift yelled, and they followed, with members of the K-9 unit racing after them. The gang began splitting up, as usual times like these when confronted by the cops, it is an absolute rule to not lead them back to the hideout. And with the dogs splitting up, it could make it harder for the police dogs to sniff out the ringleader or even focus who to follow.

All of them went in different directions, some in holes, over fences, dashing across streets, as if a string was pulled and all the threads came apart.

Chase was able to easily dodge the following dogs, even with the bag in his teeth, and soon he lost the hunting party entirely, ending up alone. He was taking higher routes, using the close distance of buildings as leverage, and he got to a high ledge, knowing going deeper into the alleyway would reach back to the warehouse.

But something caught his eye. He noticed a larger dog, Black Bee, was stuck between a hole in a wall on the ground, struggling to fit through. It wouldn't do him any good though, he was just too big, and fairly slow Chase remembered. And - he huffed - no wonder. He had a huge huge bag of food with him, trying to squeeze himself and the food through the hole at the same time. He could try another way to escape, but ledges were way too high for the big dog to jump and reach the low rooftops.

He heard barking in the fair distance.

He wanted to run. Really he did. Not deal with the problem of a pack member getting caught. Swift always said those who were weak weren't meant to survive. But somehow Chase couldn't make a dash. He needed to do something. The food. They needed a lot of food. And this was Swift's first mission. His brother's first time as lead runner. And what he recalled, Black Bee was okay for an older dog. Never bothered him like Rocket did.

Dammit…

Chase barked. He leaped down rapidly, rushing to the Boerboel and began using his body to push him inside. Black Bee staggered a bit and began thrashing his legs out, probably thinking a K-9 dog got him.

"Whoa, hold it! Black Bee!" Chase yelped. "It's me, Chase. Now try backing out slowly."

The black Boerboel calmed a bit and tried wiggling himself out.

"It's not working! I'm stuck!" Chase could practically hear the panic and absolute fear in his voice.

"Try again!"

The dog growled and with al his strength pulled half his body out. Chase had already grabbed his back with his teeth, ditching the bag he had in his teeth previously, and yanked hard. Chase was biting pretty deeply, because there was blood marks coming out, but Black Bee was too warped up in his distress to complain about the pain.

Finally, after one more pull, rough bricks grazed Black Bee's head as he plunged out, panting frantically at almost being stuck or, oh god, dying by suffocation. He wanted to thank the young pup for helping him, but there was no time. They both knew that.

Quickly Chase grabbed his food and dashed it into the hole, with Black Bee doing the same with his. The size of if though made it a bit of a struggle to shove it through, and the Boerboel had to push his in after a few shoves.

The barking got louder.

"Get in!" Chase yelled.

"How? I can't fit!"

"Cause you tried shoving yourself and the food at the same time. It should work this time." He honestly didn't believe his words, but he wanted to prove that he was right.

Chase looked to him firmly. "I'll push you through."

Black Bee still had a look of disbelief. From what though? A pup helping him? Almost dying in the hole? The idea of escaping the cops?

All thoughts of doubts though vanished as he seemed to believe Chase's words, and with a quick nod, he attempted to crawl through. As expected, he got stuck halfway through.

Chase immediately shoved his body on the back of Black Bee, using whatever strength he had to push the large dog in. His paws were slipping from the struggle, and unexpectedly, Chase fell down. It seemed he was getting nowhere.

Chase growled in frustration, hearing the barking so close he could feel the vibrations of their feet pounding on the sidewalk.

With another growl, the pup tried one more time, using whatever he could do to shove Black Bee. He yelped, he growled, sweat beating in his fur, but Chase kept going, forcing the dog to fit through the hole.

And it worked.

As if gel was smeared on Black Bee's fur, he slipped right in, crawling to fit the rest of his body in. Yet there was no time for Chase to be relieved by that. For all of a sudden Chase sensed it. He turned and with pointed ears knew what he was going to see.

There were about four police dogs, all doused in blue uniforms, looking sternly at the young pup. Most seemed a bit taken back by Chase, probably by his age.

Chase felt his heart leap from his chest for a moment. He often escaped police dogs easily, due to his speed and his skill of climbing so well, but four dogs? Four, fully grown trained dogs right in front of him?

Piece of cake.

With a swirl Chase spun around, dashing down the alleyway, and they were hot on his tail. He knew the ledges at the end would be too small for the dogs to follow him, so he jumped on some stacked crates, climbing to the top, and the police dogs jumped too, copying the pup's tracks. When Chase reached the top he leaped over to a huge ledge and scrambled up, trying to reach the next one, the one he knew they couldn't reach him. And with another leap the pup flew threw the air, the gap so wide between the two ledges it seemed impossible for such a young dog to reach it.

He did it with ease.

Chase was panting a bit from the running no doubt (as they were so close behind him Chase kinda had to run at max speed so quickly), and he turned back to look at his pursuers, silently proud they couldn't get him. As he was about to run off, he heard a huge bark and to his shock, he saw one police dog (wearing black sunglasses?) trying to jump on a ledge across from him that even Chase with his skills couldn't reach. It was way too high, impossibly high, even for the police dogs. They had to be a horse or something to be able to do that.

But oh boy wasn't Chase wrong.

The dog with a huff jumped high, so incredibly high Chase just stood there in dumbfounded awestruck. He...He couldn't believe it. The dog was as high as a horse! How could a dog do that?

When the dog reached the ledge he was hanging over, but it was clear he could pull himself up and continue. Continue? When that reached Chase's mind his paws that were glued from shock immediately blitzed off, heading to the rooftop. The one dog was still following him.

Chase was dashing on top of the low buildings, trying to find some place to ditch off and hide his scent (preferably a dumpster), but the K-9 member probably knew his scent enough to not lose him. When Chase turned, he jumped onto another building's roof, and he saw the building beside him there were large pipes sticking out on the walls that levelled down to the ground. He jumped on one instantly, yet his lost his footing (or pawing) and was hanging on one with his front legs. He growled and pushed himself up with his back legs, scraping the metal with his claws, and when he had good grip, he leaped down, trying to be careful as possible to land safely. The last pipe that was the closest to the ground he tripped and he fell on his side, and it did hurt, but he shrugged it off and kept running. Apparently, the police dog decided to run down and take a long way, and Chase thought it would have taken longer for him to do so, but nope. By the time Chase was cutting corners and running through alleyways, the same damn dog was there, a bit tired, but still as vigilant. Chase was trying to be quick enough so he could possibly hide in a crack in a wall or something. To his damn luck he couldn't find an opening anywhere.

The police dog kept barking after him, and Chase honestly wanted to get away now. He then thought of running through humans to use as a cover, but he wasn't anywhere near a street. He began looking for one, hoping the next corner of alleyway lead to the roads.

It seemed that plan wasn't working out either.

Chase knew it was dangerous to try, but he had to go back on the rooftop and find a street from there. He then climbed up some fire escape stairs that were conveniently there, and the police dog following right behind. Chase dashed as fast as he could to see a street and he did, his heart pounding at the relief he might be safe. And thankfully, the alleyway that lead to the street had a dumpster.

It was crazy. There was no time to look for a safe way down. Not with this police dog (how does he still have this much energy left?) still chasing him. So Chase took that chance. With a gasp and a swallow, he jumped down from the rooftop and fell into the dumpster with a giant thud.

It hurt. A lot. Even though there were bags to supress the fall, didn't mean the items in there were soft and gentle. Something hard like metal jabbed against the side of his body (the same damn side), and he felt extremely dizzy - surely something must have hit his head. He was also pretty sure he was bleeding, as he felt stinging on the fallen spot. His body felt like giving up, to let the dogs take him and do whatever. But he couldn't. Chase struggled to jump out of the dumpster and he staggered, all strength leaking out like a waterfall. There was a wired fence between him and the street, and he wobbled, trying to reach it and climb. He didn't realize that the dog pursing him was already behind him, but the K-9 didn't do anything, simply staring in shock at the determination of the pup. Other dogs came with a howl and were on the other side of the fence, ready to block off the runner, yet Chase didn't pay attention. All he knew he had to get over the fence.

"Pup..." some dog said very calmly, sounding if he was concerned a bit. As the sound came behind Chase it must had been that pursuing sunglass wearing dog. "C'mon, let's stop this."

"I gotta…climb…" Chase struggled so helplessly as his paws waddled around like a penguin, "the fence…the-" He raised one paw on the wire. "fence. I gotta. I gotta…" Then he saw the other dogs on the other side, all watching him.

His eyes widened. No way. He was going to get…caught? Chase never got caught. That's why he was named Chase. He was a chase for authorities. Never to reach him. No matter how hard it got, he always escaped.

He wanted to bark and bite and growl out his anger and desperation, but he was too tired to do so. The weight of exhaustion poured on his body, and then, darkness filled his eyes and he stumbled to the ground, distantly remembering the sounds of dogs barking and the colour of dark blue rushing towards him.

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A/N: Ha, I love being dramatic. And what did ya think of Swift? Tell me bout it haha.

Edit on Aug/7/2017: To clear up some terms, "Work" is a slang for gangs to say mission.

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