The Provider

Disclaimer- This story contains gore, and mild harassment and such.
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The Release
Jonas padded outside, his sister Leah scurrying behind, struggling to catch up. Jonas was an eleven, almost a twelve, and Leah, a seven. These numbers meant their "age" and it was highly important. Jonas heard the door open again, and emerged a small dog, bandana around his neck. "Wait up!" he called, and motioned for them to slow their pace. Jonas stopped, grinning. "C'mon Asher, my parents are waiting." Jonas said. Asher quickened his speed, and eventually caught up with them. Jonas noticed the other two stayed heavily silent, while he was trying to get them to speak. "Is something wrong?" he said, shifting his weight. Leah looked at him, expression clouded, "Tomorrow's the day." Leah whispered. Jonas tried to turn his head, and said, "It'll be alright. My name will only be in there 15 times, this year." Jonas reassured her. Asher frowned, "That's a lot! Mine's in there 5 times!" Jonas silenced him with a flick of his tail, then said, "We won't get picked." Then Leah burst, "Well what if we do!? What if we do! Huh!?" Her expression changed into sadness and guilt, "I don't want to go. I remember what happened to Sam."
Sam was an old member of the community, and was chosen at the reaping. He didn't come back, and neither did the female. "I don't want to get released." her voice was hushed."We won't!" Jonas said, "Quit being a negative thinker." he scolded. "Father is waiting for us. We must leave, Asher." Asher reluctantly turned down the road. The families didn't live too far apart, but no one was allowed to visit on another animal's property. Jonas led Leah along the gravel path, and carefully walked among the rubble that lay in the road. They noticed a dead hare, about a few hours old, sprawled on the ground. The blood had dried, but it looked old and crusty. Jonas warned Leah not to take it. Their family had starved, living off the bare bread they could find on the streets, and the little prey Jonas could catch. His paws clacked on the pavement, echoing off the silent street. They entered the cluttered apartment where Jonas's mother, Fea, was laying, looking as though she hadn't caught a wink. Her offspring, on the otherhand looked ecstatic. Aaren was excited, for the wrong reasons. "Just imagine!" he said, "If Jonas gets picked we get 15 pounds of bread! And-And or meat!" he grinned, trying to raise Fea's spirits. Jonas growled, and Aaren snarled back. Leah went over to her mom, and whispered something in her ear. Fea smiled weakly, and followed Leah to the kitchen. 
A few hours later, a smell came into Jonas's mouth. He inhaled it. It smelled... good.... for a change. He lunged into the kitchen, and saw Leah and Fea together, cooking, liek when Leah was younger.
Category:Dogs
Category:Unfinished Stories