A/N: This is all pre-written. When this comes out, the story is done, and I'm doing something similar to the other stories, but only for about 3 chapters so I don't fall behind.
Special thanks to: ZOMATIC, Not-So-Ultimate Writer, and pressurized for reviewing this story before it came out. Helps alot.
Note: this will be updated every upcoming week, Monday. So every Moday 6-8 o'clock EST (Eastern Standard Time) starting next week.
"Skye, do you have a visual?"
"Yes, Ryder. Marshall's climbing up his ladder now," she responded.
"What about Humdinger? Where is he?"
"He's at the edge of the building with two of the kittens now."
"Okay, me, Chase, and Rocky are on our way, and Zuma and Rubble got the other kittens. Marshall."
"Woah!" Marshall said stumbling on the ladder. He regained his balance. "Yeah, Ryder?"
"Once you're up there, just make sure they don't escape until we get there."
"Rodger, Ryder. I'll do my best," Marshall said ending the call.
Ryder and the team had been called by Mayor Goodway that Humdinger was stealing, bullying, and causing havoc to the people of Adventure Bay. Catching on, Humdinger split his team, the Catastrophe Crew, up around the city to scramble the location. Zuma and Rubble caught two on the bay and beach respectively, with Skye scouting them out. Chase's spy drone found and caught a kitten, and Rocky built a trapping mechanism at Farmer Yumi and Al's farm to catch another. The last two and Humdinger was on the top of a building but were quickly found by Skye. Marshall, using his ladder, was now walking towards the top of the high building to make sure he couldn't escape through the fire exit near the center of the roof.
Putting one paw in front of the other he was now on top of the building. He stared at Humdinger who was cornered on a wall with the kittens on either side of him.
"Humdinger, don't make another move. You're not going anywhere," Marshall said planting his paw firmly on the ground.
"Au contraire, my dalmatian friend. For I am always a step ahead, of the Pesky Patrol. You've met your match mutt," Humdinger said smugly. He stepped to the side of Marshall to try to get past him, but Marshall copied his actions. Stepping to the left, right, then left again, Humdinger couldn't get past him.
"Is this me 'meeting my match'. Stop playing games and wait quietly for Chase and Ryder to get here," Marshall said getting frustrated with the Mayor's antics. The mayor began to sweat, thinking he had met his end. He started to think and came up with an idea.
"Well, why wait for the rest of your team to get here? Why don't you take me down yourself."
Marshall became confused but decided to play along. "What do you mean. I'm only to do, what I was told to do."
"Are you sure it's that. Or is it that your leader doesn't think you're capable of taking down The Great Humdinger by yourself."
"That's a bit egotistical if you ask me."
"Don't change the subject! Your leader doesn't care about you, nor does he think that you're any good." Marshall stayed in silence only rolling his eyes. "Think about it. Out of all the other team members on his team, you're the one he chooses to come after me."
"Doesn't that mean he trust me to handle you," Marshall said back.
"Possibly, or that you were the only option left. Face the facts. If it weren't for me coming up here you'd still be in your base, by yourself, being useless."
That last word shot Marshall, piercing him in his heart. Out of all things Marshall thought about himself useless was one he didn't like to be called. He always thought he was helpful, but sometimes he'd be a hindrance. He really wasn't liked when he was younger and with his clumsiness, everyone thought he was strange. Along with his low self-esteem Marshall took a low blow, and pretty much everything he just said, wasn't far from the truth. He was the last to be chosen for the mission. And if it wasn't for his ladder, He probably still be on the lookout. Just like he said. Shaken up Marshall started talking back.
"W-What do you know. Y-you're just a criminal, and good for nothing Mayor. Ryder saved me from the pound. Of course, he cares about me.
"Are you sure it was that. Or was it that no one else wanted you, and he felt sorry for you? I bet your friends don't even like you that much. Why would they? You're clumsy and worthless. I'm surprised they are still around you, I would have been left," Humdinger laughed to top the icing on the cake. Marshall at this point was all kinds of messed up. He was confused, he felt demoted, but overall he was angry, and Humdinger could feel it. Marshall looked up at Skye, who was still flying and judging whether what Humdinger said was true or not. Seeing this as an opportunity Humdinger tried to sneak past Marshall while he was preoccupied. Marshall noticed almost instantly and dashed in front of him, growling.
Out of desperation Humdinger took both kittens by the neck and tossed them over the edge, . Acting fast Marshall ran to the edge and caught a kitten, using his teeth to bite its uniform. Unfortunately, the second one was out of his reach and he watched it fall out the sky meowing for help.
"NOOOO!" Marshall screamed with a kitten in the mouth. Marshall thought it was all over. Skye couldn't get out and fly in time, and no one else was around to catch it. That is, until...
"Ruff, zip line!" was all Marshall needed to hear to be at ease. What he saw was Chase zipping by, above the sidewalk and caught the kitten right before it hit the ground, with Ryder catching up. Being able to breathe Marshall sat the kitten in his mouth back on the roof. Marshall turned around and saw Humdinger sneaking past trying to go for the fire exit. Using his pent-up anger Marshall ran and tackled him to the roof, and pinned him in place. Marshall was growling and had all teeth showing.
"W-Woah, woah. W-What's with all the anger, mutt," Humdinger said with his voice shaking. Marshall snapped.
"Not only you talk me down like a five-year-old who had peed himself, you just attempted to kill your own kittens. Your own pets, your own family. Those kittens actually cared about you and trusted you, yet you'd throw them off only to save yourself. You should feel horrible. You should feel guilty. Have you no remorse, for the few people who ACTUALLY care about you. It's the people like you that make sick."
"Wait, you're mad over that! Those kittens belong to me, and I can do whatever is, please. They don't care. They're just some dumb animals. They need me. I don't need them."
"I'd never do something so selfish. I'd never even lay a paw on a teammate. I could never hurt one of my friends. I care about them, as they do for me."
"Are you sure," Humdinger said with a smug look on his face.
Those three words were the trigger for something that could get ugly. Marshall started to growl, baring his teeth even more. Marshall was about to bite the Mayor. He opened his mouth, as the mayor feared for his own life. The Mayor's big mouth was going to be his end. But before Marshall could bite down
"Ruff, zip line!" Chase barked. The zip line wire wrapped itself around Marshall holding him back. "Thanks for the heads up Skye," he spoke into the pup-tag.
"No problem!" Skye shouted from above watching the whole thing. She flew down to where Ryder was. Chase refocused his attention back to Marshall.
"Marshall what were you doing, you could have hurt him!"
"Yeah, that was kind of the point," Marshall said in a cold voice. Marshall kept his eyes from looking at Chase's, so his eyes stared at the ground next to him.
"Marshall. That could have been your entire career as a member right there. Whether you like it or not you still would have committed a crime. Marshall, I'd hate to see you go."
'If you knew the whole story you'd do the same thing,' Marshall said under his breath. "Yeah I hear you," he said still angry.
"Marshall! Watch you you're talking to. I'm trying to keep you out of trouble. You never think about the consequences. Just know, I still have power over you. Got it!" Marshall shook himself out of the wire. Chase retracted the line and walked back down, using his wall climbers.
"I got you alright," Marshall scoffed.
"See. To you, all you are is a burden that he and the others have to deal with, constantly," Humdinger said still on the ground.
"Give me one good reason I shouldn't end your miserable life right now," Marshall said back nonchalantly.
"It would prove me right. And besides, you don't want to disappoint your 'beloved' friends, do you?" Marshall walked up to Humdinger and rose his paw. Taking one of his claws he drugs it across Humdinger's flesh leaving a decent gash with ripped fabric on his arm.
"Shut up and leave, while you can," Marshall said staring into his soul. "Useless snobby trash," Marshall muttered, but loud enough to be clearly heard. He took his ladder down and drove it to the other side of the building where Chase was talking to Ryder. Still, slightly on edge, Marshall called out at the two.
"Ryder, I'm going back to the lookout, if that's okay."
"Okay, but when we get back into want to talk to you, in private," Ryder yelled back. Marshall sighed annoyed.
"Okay, fine."
Marshall was...somewhat relieved after his somewhat lengthy conference. He was still mad but he felt a little better. Marshall had just taken the elevator down to see what the pups were doing outside. On his way to the door, Marshall heard his name being said in conversation and decided to listen in without being seen.
"That really doesn't seem like him," Rocky said sitting in a circle with the rest.
"It's true, I saw it all. No, I couldn't hear, but I never saw him get that worked up," Skye said.
"Yeah, but it's Marshall. You know he gets overdramatic, all the time," Chase said. Hearing Chase say that, Marshall started to feel some type, of indescribable pain in his chest area as he listened.
"Chase isn't that a bit mean," Zuma said.
"No, it's the truth. Someone yells at him, he cries, someone starts name calling, he gets depressed for the rest of the day. He can't even be professional at work, and let anger control him," Chase said back. Everyone was silent. "See, I'm right." Marshall's chest pain continued to hurt as the conversation continued.
"But it doesn't make it any more right. I thought you two were the best of friends," Skye said.
"We were friends. We are friends. I'm just trying to keep him out of trouble. No offense, but Marshall is the one I care most about on the team. If something happened to him I'd lose it. We grew up together for the most part. It's just he needs to get his act together sometimes."
"And his clumsiness doesn't make it any more tolerable." Everyone nodded expect Skye
"ROCKY!" Skye screamed.
"What, as long as we are being honest, " Rocky shrugged. "89.72634% of the time ever he trips results in a Wet Rocky." As the conversation continued Marshall began to understand his chest pain. It was a feeling, rather than an ailment. A familiar feeling, one he had felt once before. That feeling, was betrayal Marshall started to shed tears.
"Just because he does not here, doesn't mean it's nice to say. You all won't actually say other to his face, so why behind his back," Skye snapped.
"Oh, so you're telling me you're not in the slightest bit annoyed at his very presence around us," Chase countered. Skye tried hard to form words, but she was at a loss. "Exactly."
"Yes, I'm annoyed constantly, but it doesn't mean it's nice."
Silence filled the air. Changing the subject Zuma became concerned.
Mawshall suwe has been in the fow a while. What do you think they'we talking about," Zuma said starting to get worried.
"What if Marshall gets kicked from the team?" Rubble said.
"Who knows," Rocky added. Marshall stood there for a while but made a decision. He wiped the tears flowing down his face. Not wanting to, he did what he'd usually do and hide his feelings. He forced a smile and walked out.
"Hey, guys! Ryder says dinner is done."
