Okay, to set things straigh, I AM a pitbull breed fan, I do like the breed, and the only reason a bad one is in this story is because of It's back story, now carry on reading: 

"A RUNT!" A voise tore though the city in New York. All near pigions flew away, and all stray cats hid in cover. The voise came from the most feared creature in the City. A Blue Merle collie named Vlad. "Teh heh heh....Just your luck, eh Vlad?" A Large Pitbull laughed. He had tons of scars covering his face, one ear nearly ripped clean off, and claws sharp as daggerd. His Tanish brown color matched the city, where he had been a fighting dog for Years, before he ripped his owner's ear off and had been forced to live on the dirty and cold streets.

The Large Collier growled. Every muscel in his body shaked, and in every part of him, he wanted to slaughter the pup right the second he saw it, but the Pitbull stoped him, right before his jaws met the soft skin to kill. "Vlad, look closely, how many pups in that litter do you see....counting the runt....." He said. Vlad looked over the litter. "Seven....what's your point?" He said. Eyeing the runt, wanting to kill it on the spot. "Your last big litter was six, right? You kill him, you have six again, you let him live, you have seven....the biggest litter you've ever had." He said.

"Bronze....You have a point...but haveing a runt?" Vlad said. Bronze, the pitbull smiled. "Nobody said you's have to treat it like it's a real pup, treat it like you sould, like a slave." Bronze snickered. Vlad looked at the runt one last time, then Back at Bronze. "Okay...but listen here, I Will kill him...only in a matter of years....when I have a runtless litter and seven or eight pups." Vlad said. "Oh yes yes, sir, just until then." Bronze said, eyes gleaming.

Bronze And Vlad left the dog and her pups they had been talking over in a large carboard box, and faced a lage pack of dogs. There home was made of a concrete square wich was ment to be a parking lot between three large buildings and an alleyway, but the buliding closed down due to some reason unkown, and they fenced in the parking lot, but thanks to a few broken peices to the fence, this became a large yard of Concret,carboard boxes, scraps of food, and things drug from trash cans and backyards.

"A Litter of Seven!" Bronze shouted to the crowed of ten to twenty dogs. They cheered and had a good time over a large meal brought in by a few who stole from a cook out. "Heh....See Vlad...everyone's haveing a good time...dun worreh about it." Bronze said. His cold teeth opening to let his toung lick his lips.

Alittle over a year later........

 "Worthless peice of-" A dog growled and without even finnishing his sentence, he grabbed a blue and light grey dog and threw him to the ground. "You know there is no food for you until the rest of us eat first!" A rather fat dog rubbled. His great fur shook, and his jaws snapped. The young dog was througn pretty far and hard to whack against the hard ground.

The Dog didn't get up, just stayed leing on the ground. He wasn't in terrible pain, but he needed the dogs that attacked him to think that. He felt somthing wet on his shoulder. Cocking his head over, he saw blood running down his front leg. He licked it to stop the bleeding the best he could. He was used to this kind of wounds. Any slight thing he did wrong...or was wrong to the dog pack rather, he was brutaly attacked, and sometimes attacked, when another dog was bored.

When the dogs left he got up and shook his head.  He got a better look at his shoulder. Not to Bad. Not anything he had'nt delt with before. He looked down at his paws, bloody covered and dirty with mud and sand. He shook off what he could. He stood up, not straigh, never straigt...it almost felt like he couldn't and the only time he did, was when he managed to sneak some food, wich was rare for him against the other dogs. Especialy his brothers and sisters. He limped to the small alleyway and behind a garbage can, where he hid away form all the other dogs. He took a bit to catch his breath, then walked back to the big parking lot. Or by his father the 'territory' wich made Mar sick. He walked into the horrid place.

A female Dalmation walked beside his father. He hated this dalmation, she was the one that nearly killed his mother when he was young and Vlad, his father had taken her over his real mother when she had been badly beaten. Nobody had seen his mother sence that happened. His mother was the only one to treat him like the others. He didn't understand it all at first, but once his mother was gone, all he relized was that his world was to be filled with War, Hate, and fear. Not to mention all the killing.

So that's how Mar lived, in Hate and showed it to everyone. As his father and the dalmation (her name was Duchess, but he called he the dalmation) passed by, He stood up. "Marsh! Get Over her now!" Vlad, his father barked. Marsh was his real name, but he only went by Mar, because Marsh was a horrid name. He came to his father. "Yes, Sir?" He said. His father didn't allow him to call him father or Vlad. Only Sir. "Hmp, Quicker next time to respond, or you'll loose an eye...or ear." Vlad said with a smirk. "Now, Go find my and my queen a nice, plump duck....oh, and carry it back gentle, make sure you don't get a drip of the rich blood on your tounge." He said. But It was the middle of winer, where would there be a place to find a duck? Mar quickly said yes to his father and Ran off.

The first place he got to was the park. Sniffing around, he found no trail of a duck. He sniffed the air. Nothing. He clawed up a tree. "GAH! I HATE THIS STUPID WORLD!" He snarled. Anything made him mad, he was always mad. At everything. He went back into town. A man was walking with a large odd looking thing, with boxes stacked onto of eachother. He sniffed the air. That was it! DUCK! His eyes wandered from box to box. Ohhh....The sweet smell. He lied down on the sidewalk, eventhough there was no grass to hide him.

He crouched closer and closer, until finaly the boxes passed right infront of him. Then, he pounced. All the boxes went flying. He ripped up the closest one. No Duck. Another. No duck. This Inragged him. One last box, but before he could get it, the man took the belt he had on, and lashed right square between his shoulders. It hurt, but not as much as some of the other things that had happened to him.

He grabbed the belt and tore it as much as he could, but while he wasted time with the belt, the man had gotten up the boxes and gotten away. He looked up. The sun was slowly setting. "NO!" He barked. If he got there anylater after the sun set, he'd be killed...or worse...

But there was no time. He started running back to the alley. There was another dog pack out there, and who knows what they would do if they found him all alone under the cover of nightfall. He almost thought of staying and letting the other dogs finnish him off, but then he relized somthing...they wouldn't kill theyre only slave, and besides, that might be his fate with the other dogs too. He shook he idea out of his head, and truged home. He slunk under the large garbage dumpster and slid behind the trashcan. He didn't relize how tierd he was, and fell asleep.

He woke up staring straight into the eyes of his father. He quickly got up, and looked around. he had to be about five o'clock in the morning, and still dark. He looked bacl at his unforgiving father. "Well now Marsh...I was awoken by my stomach growling...and I remebered....where oh were is my Duck?" He said. "Then it hit me....It should have been there HOURS ago...so I take it out on the waiter...." He said.

Mar shook from his nose to tail. He felt cold and alarmed. His father normaly just made it quick and snappy, then left him, but what was he doing now? Playing with his mind? In his mind Mar growled but on the outside, his face was full of fear. "Look, let's get down to the point, It's been a few weeks now and Duchess, my queen....Her pups...Our pups will be here soon..and In a few days, if there are seven or more...your dead, so live while you can...I have high hopes for this litter." He smirked. As his father and other dogs walked off and went to mind there own buisness, he still stood there. Shocked. The Pups? D***.

I never even thought about that... The voise in his mind said. He just growled. This was serious.....what if there ARE seven? He thought and wispered to hiself, before letting his tierd legs get to him, and he fell onto the hard ground.

The next few days, not much had gone on with him. Nobody hurt him, nor talked to him. Just ignored him. He walked around. He snatched abit of food from the pack. Nobody said anything. He growled. It was so...so...strange to him...ad you a minute, he actauly thought to himself... mabey it was better when he was pucshed around, but suddenly he heard a long howl and bark.  All the dogs rushed around. "HAHAH!" Some laughted and taunted Mar. "Your dieing day!" They smiled. At first he was confused. But then he relized. No.....NO NO! The female's had her pups!"

Then, of all the dogs in the territory, Bronze stood up on a trashcan. Mar hated Bronze. If it wasn't for him, he could have died a fast death by his father's Jaws. But Bronze...Bronze called up the suffering. So he hated him. "Shut up! You idiots! Do you want to hear the news?"  He barked. He crowed grew silent. "Now then, Yes the pups have come." Bronze said. He caught on trieng to sneek a peek at them....mabey wanted to know first. He attacked him. "Stupid move!" He said. He dog ran into the back of the crowd. "Now...just