Never Let Them Get To You
Hey guys! I was thinking of this idea when I read a story somewhat like mine. The story was in my humble opinion poorly written. This is my version of the "Nick and Judy meet as children AU". I have been reading fan fiction for 3 or 4 years now but have never written. This is my first fanfic so constructive criticism is appreciated. I hope I can do justice to these two amazing characters.
Thanks for reading,
IntheNickoftime
Disclaimer: (I see these everywhere. Not sure what they do but I'll add it just to be safe.) The following story contains characters from Zootopia. I don't own Zootopia. (Do I add anything else?)
Why. The question ran through my head as I ran out of the building. Why? I questioned again as I struggled with the muzzle round my head. WHY? I scream into the night as I pull off the muzzle. Why… I feel moisture on my paws as I sink to the ground. I stare at the muzzle, that… thing in front of me. I wish I could destroy that thing with my eyes. I think back, why. Did I say something wrong? No. Did I act someway wrong? No. WHAT DID I DO WRONG? My anger and sadness run their course together. I feel weak and small. I continue staring at that thing. Suddenly the thing skids to the side, away from me. I look up. It was kicked to the side by an officer. The officer speaks to me but I just stare. He, no wait, she is a bunny. Her voice and expression are laced with concern and laden with comfort. But I don't hear WHAT she says, I listen to HOW she says it. Her eyes are compassionate, her paw held out for comfort. Oh, her paw. I look down at my own. It's wet, I'm still crying. I attempt to stop but only end up creating more tears in the process. I look away. I can't stop crying, I wish I could stop crying so hard. I feel warm fur around me. The officers embrace is warm and soothing while her voice helps calm me down. I take comfort in those arms. I hold onto her as hard as I can. I never want to let go. And then I realize I am speaking. In stops and starts and jumps I am telling her what happened. And suddenly the embrace stops. The safety and comfort disappear. She is holding me by the shoulders, she is looking me in the eye. I stare back, entranced. Her eyes… I am looking at twin pools of amethyst. Firm amethyst. Strong amethyst. In her eyes I see Zeus and Hercules, I see Strength and Power, I see anger. Not the weak draining anger I had. The anger in her eyes is a righteous, undefeatable, powerful, godly anger. The safety and comfort are no longer needed, all I have to do is borrow some of that anger. She lets go of my shoulders and stands up. She marches up the steps to the building I had just fled. I follow her. I hear noises inside the building. I cacophony of banter and camaraderie. Friendship, and spirits are running high within the building. Have they no remorse? Are these not those who minutes ago crushed my dreams? They're talking about the latest video games, the newest movies, I hear someone in the back bragging about how he just got a- BOOM. An enforcer of the law has entered the building. I wonder how the door is still attached to its hinges. She stands in the doorframe looking over the pack of animals. The noises are gone replaced by a dead silence. She holds up the thing. "Well," she says in a voice hard as the steel of determination. "Would any of you like to explain this?" The steel voice has been put through the fires of anger, forged by the hammer of her intense power. It cuts as the finest entire troop stares. Noise has left the world. And then there is a noise near the back. Did that zebra just chuckle? A gazelle near the front laughs. The entire pack is soon howling with ecstasy. I gaze dumbfounded. What, why… I don't understand. And then I do. I look at the officer again and I realize she's so short. She can't be older than me. She's not a real cop. The anger and courage I borrowed disappears. I am left with nothing but embarrassment. I turn to leave. This clearly a mista- SHUTUP! The steel sword of her voice cuts through the crowd. Her voice isn't dripping with anger, it is anger. Every animal in the troop is scared. They run and they hide. She turns around and leaves. I follow. We walk out the door, down the steps, and as we reach the gates she turns around abruptly. She looks me in the eye again and says a few words that would be my creed from that day forward. "Whatever you do. Never let them get to you."
So that's that. Hope you enjoyed it! I have an idea to continue this but don't know if I will. This seems to be ok on its own. Aaanyhow tell me what you think.
IntheNickoftime
