A/N: This is a new story of mine and I hope you enjoy it, any criticism on where I can approve is greatly appreciated.
Rain thundered down, covering the city in its dark veil, seeming to reflect the darkness happening in the city. The clouds being lit up by the moon
As the rain trickled down his hat, he stood there, under the unsuccessful protection of the alleyway. Water gathered at the end of the brim, holding on until it collapsed onto the floor
Drip Drip Drip
He stood there waiting, like a viper ready to catch its prey. Across the alleyway stood a tall building, it's lights off and there were no signs of life. He knew better though. In the building stood his prey, he could smell the tobacco drifting from the building
'Dried fruit, Maple.'
It was him.
Propelling himself from the wall he walking towards the building, propping his coats collar up straight, keeping the cold winds out. When he was near the building he dropped down into a crouch, continuing his momentum into a crouched sprint, his grey tail getting soaked in the process.
He lightly pressed himself against the cold concrete of the building, crouching just below a window.
'One advantage-' He thought to himself '-of being short is no one can see you'
Carefully and slowly he rose from his crouch, making sure his eyes were level with the bottom of the dirty window.
Nothing.
Making sure to be quite he lifted open the window, this was the only one without a lock and slipped into the dark abyss.
8 hours later
"ATTEN-HUT!" The hippo officer shouted sharply. Almost instantly all officers in the room stood to attention.
"HOO HOO HOO HOO HOO."
Officers banged their fists in sync and wolves howled as the menacing figure of Police Chief Bogo entered the debrief
"Alright.. ALRIGHT! Everybody sit." The deep voice grumbled as Bogo made his way to the podium. Instantly it all went quiet except for everyone sliding their chairs into place.
"Looking good chief!" I lone voice shouted, causing some officers to chuckle, a bunny elbowing the speaker and Bogo grumbling in what seemed to be an annoyance.
"Thank you, Officer Wilde, for your input-" He muttered "- Now I have a few items on the docket today. First off-"
This went on with Bogo addressing each officer a task to complete.
"- Officer Higgen and Officer Ember, you will be patrolling Happy Town today."
As the called officers left buffalo looked at the two smallest animals that have caused him so many sleepless nights.
"Officers Wilde and Hopps, I need you to patrol Savanna Central and find Weaselton, he's up to no good again and we need him back in here. Is that understood?"
The Fox and Bunny both looked at each other, nodded and walked towards the door.
"Oh and Wilde."
Nick tensed for a second, turned around and gave him the slyest smile he could.
"Yes, Chief?" He asks, his voice smooth, almost trying to convince Bogo.
"Just so you both don't waste time gibbering at the front desk, you are driving today," Bogo said, almost cracking a grin when Wilde pumped his fist in the air and Hopps looked outright defeated. Keyword they almost.
4 hours later Nick was running, panting heavily. They had found Weaselton, but as soon as the damned Weasel saw the blue uniforms he'd booked it. Now Nick was trying to catch him. The ground still wet from last nights storm making Nick trip and stumble. He caught a flash of the mattered tail turning a corner. When Nick turned into the alleyway he kept on running until he was in front of a large building. Looking left and right he couldn't catch a sign of Weselton anywhere. Grumbling he almost turned around but noticed one of the windows of the abandoned building was open. Smiling to himself he unclipped his tranquillizer and entered the dark building. As his feet touched the ground a spike of cold ran up his spine. Nick looked down to see water puddled at the entrance of the window, and water trailing off towards a door on the far side of the room he was in. Nick slowly advanced on the door, tranquillizer held at chest height, a faint smell plagued the air, taking a sniff he could make out fruit and maple?. He was about to enter what looked like a dark hallway, with water going right until his radio buzzed.
"Nick you there?" The static voice of Judy called over the radio.
Nick unclipped his radio, held down the button and responded.
"Come back to the cruiser Nick, Bogo wants us back at the precinct," Judy explained.
The fox was a bit confused. The only time the Chief called was if something urgent was happening, and that was a very rare case after the Nighthowler incident.
"But I think I'm onto Weaselton Carrots I jus ne-" Nick tried to explain until Judy interrupted him
"Nick we really have to go back." She said apologetically
Nick sighed heavily and confirmed he was on his way back to the cruiser. He splashed on the cold water as he hopped out of the window and closed it behind him. Grumbling all the way.
8 hours earlier
Once in the dark room he stood up, shook some water off him as quietly as possible, then slowly made his way to a door on the far side of the room. Once at the door, he quickly surveyed left and right.
Nothing.
The smell of dried fruit and maple stronger now, he could now hear noises coming from below, hard to make out but laughter and screaming could be heard. He quickly manoeuvred around the building, finding a staircase that went down, a soft light emitting from down the stairs. Quietly he stalked down the stairs, the noises becoming louder and more intelligible.
A woman screaming in pain jolted through him, followed by laughter and under that crying and whimpering. Blood boiling he nearly ran into the unknown guns blazing. But he wasn't an ex-agent for nothing. Calming himself he peaked were the wall on the right stopped and the room could be seen.
One sentry stood there, a pig wearing a leather jacket, white singlet and had an AK on him. Well he said stood but the big was more leaning on a wall asleep. Slowly and carefully he sneaked down the stairs until his feet touched the cold concrete floor. With slow speed he slipped a knife out of its sheath, a soft hiss coming from it. As he got closer to the pig, he couldn't help wrinkling his nose in disgust. The sentry in front of him smelt of such strong body odour it could make a tiger pass out. And not to mention the food and unknown stains on his jacket, singlet and skin. When he was a couple of meters away the pig snorted itself awake, spotting the dark figure in front of it. Before the pig could squeal in shock and distress, a flash of silver was caught and red hot pain went through the pig's body, blood spurting from its fat throat. When the pig collapsed on the floor, blood still sputtering from it's through, he jabbed the knife in its head. Making the once jolting pig become tense, then relax. Resheathing the knife he placed his paw on the pig. Closing his eyes he felt a sudden unpleasant jolt in him. When he stood up he looked in a nearby dirty mirror, to see not him but the pig looking at him. The pig was more hideous than he thought. Another scream interrupted him as he picked up the rifle and made his way to the next room, the smell of dried fruit and maple stronger than ever.
He wished he hadn't
The sight before his was not one you always wanted to see. A group of other pigs in similar outfits were crowded around something in the middle of the room, laughing and cheering.
In the middle of the room was a tigress, hands tied above here and attached to chains that hung from the ceiling. She hung there, head down sobbing while blood oozed from multiple wounds. Next to here stood pig, uglier than the rest, holding a whip that had a sharp end and a knife, blood was dripping from both of those weapons.
As soon as he had entered the room all attention set on him. Especially a fatter uglier pig than all the rest, he wasn't wearing a leather jacket or singlet, he was wearing an expensive looking suit with a gold tie, a fedora on his head that had a white feather blotted with blood sputtering from the hat, and a cigarette hanging from his mouth. Not knowing what to say he just improvised
"Uhh, my shift is over." He said, in a voice that wasn't his.
Silence.
Until a pig walked from out the circle of pigs, the one with the whip and knife. He looked down at a watch that didn't fit him and snorted.
"So it is, Johnny, take Mikes place will ya?" The pig snorted. Johnny huffed in annoyance and went out of the room.
"So Mike… You haven't been here for most of this party and I think you've worked hard enough. Come here." The pig basically shouted those last words. I trotted to him, which the pig then slapped it's its arm around him. I'll let you do the special honour of doing the finale, how does that sound?"
He didn't know how to respond. The smell of blood almost making him throw up.
"Sure am!" He responding, trying to sound convincing. Seemed to of worked as finally he was in the centre of the circle, the poor tigress hanging there, still sobbing.
"I want you to kill her." The pig said suddenly. He tried to not look surprised and instead nodded. He lifted the AK and pointed it at the tigress' head.
She weakly lifted her head, fear entering her eyes
"P-please d-don't." She said weakly, her eyes trying to plead.
The pigs around him were screaming, cheering for him to pull the trigger. He pulled the trigger, but not pointing at the tigress, instead of at the pig who escorting him into the inner circle. The pig dropped instantly, it's brains shooting out of its head and onto a couple of other pigs.
Silence.
Then he opened fire at the rest, all before they could react and start shooting, squealing filling the room as more and more fat bodies hit the floor in satisfying splats. The AK ran out of ammo so he threw the gun at a pig, making it tumble from almost grabbing a Mac 10. He then crouched down and quickly snapped the neck, a squeal followed by a snap of bone. He then felt the jolt again and felt himself shrink. He was back as himself again. Pulling out his pistol he quickly made do with more pigs, more and more hitting the ground. Some were able to fire shots at him, not before they also fell. Soon all the pigs were dead, except one. The one in the suit tried reaching for an old looking pistol on a table, but a spike of pain shot through the pig's hand, it looked down to see a knife embedding itself into its fat hand and stuck into the table. The pig squealed in pain.
"H-how'd you d-do that? Who are you?" The pig demanded, writhing in pain, still trying to keep a strong facade.
"You, Piggelston Augustus are responsible for the murder of 23 female animals, drug trafficking, sex trafficking, part of the Savage Plan and rape of 10 females including my client's daughter, how do you plead?" He spoke, softly but with so much force is made the pig almost whimper.
"Q-quilty! Please just don't kill me! Take me to court please just don't hurt me!" At this point, the pig was screaming, trying to bargain.
"I'm afraid it's a little bit too late for that." He replied
And with that, he blasted a shot into the pigs head, brains splattering against a wall and blood splattering on him.
Taking the knife back he stepped over the dead bodies of the pigs, the floor covered in blood and untied the tigress, who was whimpering thanks the whole time he dragged her out.
Another target down.
A/N Please leave any reviews were I can improve, or if you liked the story. I will try to upload as soon as I can but knowing my reputation I'd be patient