Copper sat in his holding cell staring at the celling not sure how he got there. He was sure that he was just at home catching up on his favorite show and sipping on his tea. He woke up to locked in the holding cell with his breathing labored. He looked around the barred room. All he saw was dirty walls with scratch marks and markings of some past inmates who have left their mark in some sort of way. He was starting to panic now. He didn't know why he was here or what he did to end up here but he wanted answers. He noticed that there was a red spot on his sleeve. His eyes trailed down to the bottom of his shirt. Copper's eyes widened as he struggled not to let out a scream. His shirt and pants were blood spattered. Copper ran over to the bars screaming for a guard. "Help! Guard! Oh please dear god help me!" He cried as he saw the guard who was at a desk at the end of the hall lazily get up and saunter over to him. "What do you want this time?" The guard said not really interested, his mind seemed to be somewhere else. "Wh-what happened to me? Why am I here?" Copper practically shouted at the guard. Copper attempted to grab the rolled up sleeve of the guard. The guard's attention quickly snapped away from whatever was going on in his head and grabbed Copper by the collar of his shirt and slammed him into the bars of his cell. "Listen here you little shit I don't like you or your kind." He snarled and bared his teeth showing Copper he meant buisness. Copper took a deep breath trying to calm his nerves which were seeming to get the best of him. "I just want to know how and why I'm here sir that's all." He said his voice cracking slightly. The cop who's badge said he was officer Strong let his collar go nad shoved him back hard into the cell. "Kid, you're here because you murdered your old man and your friend" He said cooly as if he actually gave a damn. Copper's eyes widened again. No! Not Tod! He couldn't have murdered Tod of all people! "Tell me officer Strong, was it a fox or a dog? Not that it matters." He said his voice now quivering. "It was a dog." Strong said now disinterested in the conversaion and walking back to his desk resuming his original position of leaning his chair as far back as he could and propping his feet up on the desk while closing his eyes. Copper breathed a sigh of relief. It wasn't his best friend after all. He hated his old man and Cheif for one reason or another but for now that didn't matter. What mattered was how he was going to get out of this fucking hell hole the state called a jail. Copper walked back to the hard cot that had been set up and slept in with a pillow that felt hard as a rock and sat down. His eyes felt heavy. What was the point? He didn't bother fighting his sleepyness and eventually gave in. Not bothering to take off his shoes, Copper drifted off to dreamland.