The Run

Prologue

There are things you get away with and there are things you are blamed for.

It's those things that shape your life, for better or for worse.

Electric Fox

I had a content life. I had a stable job, house and a wife and family. I graduated from university with a degree in architecture. I married the woman of my life and best of all, the fox stereotype was changing, and everything was on the up.

Was. Life is like a coin. You have two sides, one positive, the other negative yet only one can be shown at a time. I came from a poor and trouble background, an abusive father, no money, having to go without food just so we could pay for heating and then my father leaves me.

On the other hand, I pulled through. The coin was flipped. I graduated, I married, I became a father. So how on earth could the coin possibly be flipped from that. Well life is a funny thing. This is how it started.

Flashback

I arrived home from work. A long day negotiating a new building contract to build a new school in the burrows. Over the last year demand has been growing and we were the number 1 architectural firm in Zootopia. On the way back I decided to stop and get a coffee because I needed to file out my bills. Oh the joys of adulthood.

"Honey, I'm home! Darling? Sarah?" I walk through my house hoping to at least find a note or something. "Is that blood?" I look down the hallway and see the trail. "Oh please no." I enter the kitchen and the sight is truly horrific. I see my wife with multiple stab wounds and my 2 year old son with no arms or legs both cold, still and freshly deceased.

I froze, horrified, I couldn't move even if I was being towed by a truck. "Okay, it's just a bad dream. Sarah, Matt … wake up, please." I say tearfully as I start crying. Unable to contain myself as the realisation of the situation has just set in.

I called the cops, just to see if they could do anything. They arrived within minutes. Knock, Knock. "Hello." I say weakly. "Hello, its officers Judy Hopps and Nick Wilde. We are here to investigate and to ask any questions." "O-o-okay."

After 10 minutes of investigating they come back into the lounge to ask me some questions. "Where were you when this incident occurred?" "I was at work." "Did you do anything different than a normal day?" "Well, I bought a coffee on the way home." "When did you first see your family?" "When I arrive home." "Okay, we will need to quarantine your house. We suggest moving into the nearest hotel for the meantime goodbye."

2 Days Later

I was flicking through the channels and caught a ZNN report. "A new report on the murder of Josh Forster's family has shed new light and we have reached a potential breakthrough in the case. With Josh Forster as the main suspect the police are moving in to detain him." It broadcast to a wide shot of the hotel with the police surrounding it.

"I need to get out of here." Luckily for me, I designed this building. I know that there a secret tunnels and hatches in each room in case of a fire. "Here goes nothing" As I plunge down the shaft into the darkness of the tunnel. I activate my phones flash light and I exit the tunnel already to miles away from the hotel.

I had to escape the eyes of the law whilst also gaining my proof and evidence for an eventual court case.

Thanks for the view. Electric Fox.