My name is Ray. I was born in a 100 year war. My life goal is to win this war. There are two sides to this war. I am on neither side. Feet pounding, Heart racing, I run. Screams light the night air. Gun shots. Bullets fly across the sky. I reach an alley. My hands shake. Tears fell from my eyes. "You are more powerful than you know." my mothers words come back to me. "Harder! Stronger!" Father pushed me until I got it perfect. "Alright" I whisper to myself in this bloody 100 year battle. "You are strong. You are powerful. You got this." I wait until I hear someone walk past the alley. I sneak up on them. SNAP! I snap their neck easily. I smile to myself, and grab this man's gun, and knife. I dash away from the sound of battle. If I can make it to my fathers breeders, or even the stable, I have a good chance to live. Only if...... I don't let my mind finish that thought. Bell WILL be alive. she has to be. her pups can win this everlasting War.