Writing Exercise-Synopsis: Story of a dog that can drive
cars and has to save his wife that is ----?
Trudger Slams – Call for
Murder
Trudger leaped into the car and slammed it into gear as he
sped onto the freeway nearly plowing into a minivan. The red jumble of metal
honked angrily but faded in the rear view mirror as he pressed down on the
accelerator. He was a golden retriever of course, a dog for all occasions and
this particular one called for murder.
It had started a week ago when he and his wife Sissy a four
year old poodle had visited their favorite restaurant ‘Taco Bell’ for some
chicken quesadillas and blue mountain dew. While they were rifling through
their Mexican cheese pizzas four burly men drenched in leather jackets and
pitch black sunglasses marched in and demanded all the money in the register.
Trudger was a cop for ten years, but had recently become a kindergarten teacher
because he loved children more than guns. As the men began to pile the bills
into a laundry bag Trudger grabbed the Glock 9 Uzi with his teeth from between
his legs and began spraying it in their direction. The first few bullets hit
two of the men painting the walls with blood as their vapid bodies fell to the
floor. The other two jumped on the ground taking out 9mm pistol machines and
blasting at Trudger. Sissy jumped on the ground with him for cover and began
barking that bark she always did when he got home late from work, she was
worried.
Trudger nudged her and pointed with his nose at the exit
door. “Bark bark bark!” he screamed as she ran for the door while he shoot back
to give her cover. The leather men fired at Sissy blowing out the glass windows
and leaving holes in every piece of the wall for future customers to see.
Trudger took this opportunity to sneak behind the men and line up his shot. The
first leather man saw something in his peripheral vision but would never find
out what it was as a haze of lead sheared off his face. The next man realizing
his folly began to run but was gunned down a second later, a mist of hazy red
blood his last words.
As the sound of gun fired abruptly stopped Trudger heard the
screams of everyone around him for the first time. He’d been in so many
standoffs like this one he’d blocked out the sound, another distraction from
keeping him get the job done…and he’d got it done alright.
Now a week later, plowing through the I-932 Trudger was
breaking the speed limit for the love of his life. Apparently the leather men
had belonged to a larger group of thugs, and they did not take kindly to having
their brethren taken out by a wild animal. He was out of this game, the grime
and stench of dead men and dirty women haunted his dreams. Trudger had quit in
order to put that life behind him and start a family with Sissy. Their plans
were going so well, why’d the world have to come barking…like a dog.
The brown van that had grabbed Sissy swerved and jostled as
it leaped in between cars in front of Trudger. The kidnapping had been sloppy
and Trudger had been on his way home from work as the van sped out of their
driveway. Sissy jumped up on her hind legs and howled a silent howl that
Trudger only knew could me “Bark bark! Help me!” The chase had started there
and although poorly planned and mushed up from his interference the chase had
gone on longer than Trudger had hoped. The back doors of the van blew open
revealing Sissy tied and gagged on the floor behind the driver’s seat while two
thugs began opening fire at Trudger’s car. He swerved and nearly obliterated a
motorcycling Racoon, the mammal shook his tiny baby fists but slammed to a halt
when it realized the dog was the least of its worries. Trudger nudged his nose
on the dashboard activating a number of 90mm machine guns that popped out of
the head lights. “Bark bark…….bark” he said before wagging his tail and
activating the machine guns. The first few shots were wide and hit the top of
the van. Trudger adjusted his aims by slamming on the brakes just enough to
tilt the hood down and then fired. The
guns blew holes in the men so hard that they didn’t realize they were dead till
their bodies began to roll on the concrete of the freeway. Cars swerved and
horns blared as they tried to avoid the bodies now obstructing their path.
Trudger hit the pedal and blew over the bodies, a sweet double line of red tire
tracks ran from the bodies as traffic halted behind them.
Trudger punch the brakes again and fired, this time hitting
both back tires sending the car into a frenzied spin that made it look like a
rabid beagle. His heart stopped as the van suddenly lurched on its side and
began to roll…over…and over again. Finally the vehicle stopped rolling, a
slumped heap of charred brown metal hissed back at Trudger. He stopped his car
and ran full speed with his Glock 9 Uzi in his mouth. Suddenly a moan came from
the vehicle as the front door popped open and a man with a bloodied face began
to crawl out. Trudger tilted his head and bit on the trigger, the man slumped
down and fell as the hot metal burned in Trudgers mouth. He could taste blood
now, whenever he fired his weapon like this…mouth first as they used to say in
the precinct it would always happen.
His tail hid between his legs as he crawled into the broken
backside of the van, smoke obscured the view and he couldn’t hear anything. His
nose filled with the scent of burnt wire and metal as he nudged and prodded
with his face. Suddenly something soft and furry, it wasn’t breathing but it
had to be Sissy. He dropped the gun and grabbed body with his teeth pulling
back the dead weight with adrenaline coursing through his veins. A flash of
heat suddenly seared his eyes as the engine caught fire and began spreading. His
eyes burning and nose clogged Trudger pushed and pulled with all the force he
could muster. Finally after what seemed like an eternity, he got the body to a
safe distance from the car. A blast rocked him as he fell to the ground. The
van had exploded and was melting in front of his eyes. He blinked and shook off
the acid smell and looked down to find Sissy beneath him. She didn’t have any obvious
cuts or scrapes but something internal could have happened, let alone all the
smoke in the van. “Bark Bark! Bark….bark……bark?!” He cried in agony as Sissy’s
body lay motionless beneath him. He bent down and touched her face with his
nose. The sweet scent of cherry dog treats still clung to her as Trudger fell
to his knees and slouched into her cold body. He whimpered and screamed in his
mind as the tears rolled of his face onto hers. A wet slash on his face made
him wince, then another and another. He opened his eyes and saw Sissy weakly
licking his face “Bark bark…….awooooooooo!” Sissy chuckled to herself and nuzzled
her face into Trudger’s chest “Bark” she muttered. The two fell asleep as the
sound of sirens approached them, they dreamt of endless fields.
