At home Wayne Bruzinski watched the evening news, taking special note of a story about underground dog fighting rings that had been popping up in Waynesville and Orgonia. He listened as the reporter confirmed police were still looking for the individuals involved.
'Man, I gotta look into that shit.' Wayne thought as he went out to his car. He climbed in, throwing his gym bag in the back seat among the half eaten boxes of crackers, empty spray cheese cans and 64 ounce soda cups. Wayne was friends with a guy whose uncle had spent time in prison for dog fights. His name was Kenny and Bruzinski spent no time going to his house.
Upon arrival Wayne knocked on the door and told Kenny about how he was doing a report on ex-cons. He asked about Kenny's uncle and he got an address for the man. The Manbat went back to his LTD and grabbed his phone to use the GPS. After fighting with the damn thing for a few minutes he got the route and took off. He had to drive out to Corwin to find Kenny's uncle Bob at a small run down shack on the out skirts of town.
Wayne parked a few blocks away from the house and donned his Manbat suit before stealthily making his way to his target. He approached the house from behind and went to an open window ready to kick the screen out to gain entrance. Before he entered a truck pulled up out front and blasted the horn. He heard a man's voice yell from the front, something about being ready in a few minutes.
Our hero ran back to his car and pulled around to the street in time to see Kenny's uncle climb in the truck. The vehicle pulled away and Wayne followed it a little way until it parked at an old farmhouse. Wayne passed by the truck as the two men got out. He parked some ways away and doubled back on foot to the house. The lights were on inside and many voices could be heard from the street, sounded like quite a few people had drawn together.
The Manbat stalked around the house looking for any clues of dog fights when he noticed the large barn out back. 'That warrants a peek." He mused. Wayne stole his way to the barn and looked through one of the windows. Inside he could see dogs upon dogs upon dogs. "This has got to be it," He said. "Let's see how they like it when I let there little profits run free."
Bruzinski Walked to the large double doors of the barn and lifted the wooden cross beam. Before he jerked the door open he pulled a pack of fire crackers he kept in his belt, lit them and threw them on the back porch of the house. The heroic Manbat pulled the doors open as the explosives went off. People rushed from the back door into the yard to investigate the noise.
Behind the door of the barn Wayne yelled, "Dinner time mother fuckers, assholes on the menu!" The dogs poured from the barn running for the crowd on the back porch. Wayne heard screaming mixed with growls and barking. It was chaos and the Manbat stepped out from behind the door to view his handy work. To his surprise and horror, he realized the crowd was made up of not just men, but women and elderly as well. The dogs tore into the throng, ripping people apart. Wayne didn't know what to do so he went in the barn and pulled the door shut behind him. He sat crying as he listened to the massacre outside. Suddenly gunshots ripped through the air followed by police sirens. Wayne fell to his knees sobbing.
When the police finally showed up three people had been killed, many more wounded. At the house was a birthday party for a local sheriff, the officer was one of the men killed. The police found Wayne hiding in the barn and he was arrested for three counts manslaughter, as well as trespassing and theft from a local business. The man who owned the house had made a living retraining dogs taken from fighting rings. The dogs in his barn had just been rounded up and he hadn't started training them yet. Ten dogs were put down that night. Five more had escaped to terrorize the surrounding community before being captured and euthanized. Wayne was tried for murder and found guilty of killing a police officer. His death sentence was pushed through faster then any on record.
It's worth noting that Wayne had not even found or followed Kenny's uncle. He put in the wrong street name when using his GPS. The man he followed was a minister, who lost three fingers during the attack. His brother was the judge.
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