"'Is there anything in your life that you have done actually mattered?', The darkly figured rabbit snickered as he held a gun to a young police officer's head. 'If I put a bullet in your brain right now, do you think the world will stop for you?' The rabbit pressed his gun harder into the side of Judy's head. Judy felt herself shake at the cold metal of his weapon. ' You'll never get away with this, you can kill me, but you'll be sent down before you know it!' Judy spat as she leaned forward in attempt to untie her restraints. The sharply dressed abductor lowered his gun and dragged a wooden chair from the opposite end of the dimly lit, claustrophobic room. 'Your Cute, I'd give you that much, people will miss that cute face ... it's a shame it won't be there for much longer' the rabbit coldly remarks as he strokes his gun against Judy's check.
"The hostile rabbit sighs as he leans back into his chair with the two front legs slightly suspended in the air. He sits within two feet of Judy and leans forward to stare into her eyes. 'You maybe wondering why I brought you here... So let's have a one on one' The bunny then takes a piece of duck tape and covers Judy's mouth. 'For this to work, I'm going to need you to shut your fucking mouth.' A blow which infuriated Judy, the black and white clad rabbit grinned slightly as he saw the fury in Hopps eyes. ' You know I'd never thought that they would hire a rabbit as a cop. Like you I was underestimated of my abilities, When I wanted to join the army I was seen as a complete joke. Everyone in my platoon hated me because they thought I was only allowed to join because it make Zootopia look like an progressive place.' Judy starred down towards the tiled floor. 'Do you know what I like about war miss Hopps? Everybody's equal, everyone is a killer. If somebody is firing at you, it's either you or them, you either kill or you die trying.' The rabbit opens the buttons of his shirt to reveal a dog-tag which reads 'JACK SAVAGE'.
"Jack slowly twirled his dog tag 'However justice is only a fantasy which we tell ourselves' a large scar was patterned on his chest. 'This is not a scar of war, this is the mark of hatred and fear. I was regularly abused by a group of predators for my size and inabilities, this happened every single day. Until one night where I was tied to a chair like you, but unlike you, I did not have the privilege of having my clothes on.' While they were forcing themselves on me, one of the shit heads left there guns on the floor, another crucial mistake for them was that they had underestimated me, I may not be good at obstacle courses and marches, but I am a damn good shooter. A lesson which they quickly learned. Four of them got away. They have cheated me out of revenge, and believe me I will be get my brutal and bloody satisfaction. That night you saw me in the bar I was looking for John Kipp, one of the four on my hit list. I thought about just leaving but then you followed me and tried to arrest me. Brave, but stupid of you to think I would come down quietly. I was going to shoot you just there and then, but then I saw just how fierce you really were in the eyes of danger. So I just sent you to sleep. To tell you the truth I was very impressed with all the evidence you have collected over these past few weeks'. Jack lies back as he pours himself a glass of whiskey. 'Very impressive indeed' he remarked.
Author's Note: This is just a quick story to write while I am bored, if you would like to read the rest of the story then please review to show your interest. Thank You.