Just recently saw Zootopia... There are no words to describe my feelings for said movie. I know that my writings could never do the greatness of such beauty justice, but I shall try.

Chapter 1:

Time: 00:38

Date: 5/7/2114

Location: Southern Brazilian Rainforest.

Fear, and death... The stench of both overwhelmed the beast's senses. Diamond-hard ceramic plates of a battered vest silently clicked and clacked, like the dry bones of one long-since deceased, their cold protests falling upon deaf ears. Lo, while it could not hear them as mere men would, it could feel their sound, vibrations like mini earthquakes shaking the air around him. Their sound was joyfully ignored however, as the vibrations which held his only interest radiated from what happened to be the only source of heat within miles of the creature's location.

Flesh. Warm flesh, the only living meat around. The beast had seen to that. The other prey was already long-cold by now. This Prey would soon meet its kin.

Leaping through the expansive trees, the predator soon caught up with his quarry: A lone female. Clad in black, wearing boots, a gas mask, and a protective vest, and carrying a rifle. The beast's instincts immediately kicked in, searching out his prey's weaknesses; She was human, so naturally weaker. And female, so smaller as well. Middle of her monthly cycle, so physically unstable, as well as a light gimp in her right leg.

The simplicity of this kill was almost insulting.

The predator leapt down on his prey, flawless aim bringing him straight down upon her head. He was but a foot from her skull before a searing pain in his side threw him off course, and into the trunk of a redwood. Struggling to pull himself up, the creature looked to his ribs to see just what had ruined his kill. What met his gaze was a razor-sharp brown metal ring, a curved grip running through the center, half hurried in his side. The ring was easily a full foot in diameter, and with six full inches between his ribs, the beast realized that it was increasingly difficult to breathe. Lifting his gaze, the female shimmered, before disappearing entirely.

Stalking out of the brush was a different figure, taller and stronger than a human, wearing only dark camouflage pants caked with mud and leaves, and a leather harness across his back. Almost immediately the beast could sense strong pheromones emenating from the new creature, giving the illusion of a female. He could sense this newcomer was his own kind, but his appearance was human.

Ripping the ring-blade from his ribs, the beast screamed in rage before charging the attacker, ignoring the torrent of blood that soaked his side.

He did not progress a yard before a second ring was heaved, cleaving his head from his shoulders.

? POV:

I looked down on the headless corpse of my test-brother, before walking past and retrieving my chakrams. Slipping them into my harness, I raised a finger to my ear and pressed the intercom on my earpiece.

"Den 1, this is NH-X23 checking in." I waited for a moment before a crackled reply came.

"NH-X3, this is Den 1, go ahead." The voice was firm and authoritative, my commanding officer.

I glanced back at the body before reaching over and removing the bloody and banged dogtags from the oozing stump of a neck. "Test subject 'NH-Z5' is deceased, sir."

A grunt was my response, until a few moments of silence later. "Good work X23, clean up and report back to Den 1 for debriefing."

I responded the affirmative before pocketing the tags and removing a phosphorus grenade from my belt and tossing it toward the corpse. I didn't wait to see it detonate, I knew it would do its job. Breaking into a solid run, I began my ten mile trek back to base, it lasted a grand total of one hundred-and-twenty five minutes. But no sooner did I reach the checkpoint, than did the emergency siren sound. Without hesitation I broke into a sprint for the rapidly closing iron doors, easily outrunning the other personnel.

Slipping through at the last moment, I listened as dozens of fists beat against the metal, begging for entrance. I frowned slightly, only a little saddened by the wasting of so many useful lives, but wiped it away quickly as I continued down the corridors before entering an already crammed lift. We descended several stories beneath the surface, thick iron doors closing above us every so often, until finally we reached the safe-zone. Stepping out, I made a bee-line toward the control room, and in the center of said room, my CO.

I stopped behind the middle-aged man and saluted. "NH-X23 reporting, sir."

The man jumped a little before spinning to face me. He was a worn man, dark skinned with short, neat hair. The sides of his trimmed hair grey and already progressing to white. But it was something in his eyes which caught my attention, something that I was more than sure had no place in those hard eyes.

Panic, and fear.

Confused, I pushed for an explanation. "Sir, is there a problem? Why is the siren sounding?" Normally the siren was used for drills, but this struck me as nothing akin to a drill.

"NH-X23, you will report to the storage chamber immediately and await further orders." With nothing more he began to turn away, but not before my temperament got the better of me and I grabbed his shoulder, turning him back to face me.

"Sir, what is happening? Why did you issue the Code Red?" His fear multiplied with a speed that would make rabbits jealous.

"Nuclear strike. In four minutes."

I could only stand in shock. Only a handful of people had nukes nowadays. Most just relyed on bio or chem bombs. My blood chilled in my veins.

Someone must want us gone, permanently.

As I snapped a salute, I knew what he wanted.

"Honor serving with you sir."

The salute was returned with a sad smile. "At ease, X23. Now please, report to the storage chamber."

With one more salute, I turned on my heel and marched out the door. Making my way through the corridors gave me precious time to think. They wanted me to stay in the storage chamber, a thickly insulated, super-cooled container. Lined with ten feet of lead and another ten of a specially made composite insulation, anything inside would be protected and preserved from the blast.

Clattering from ahead drew my attention. A large vault door was rolled aside as dozens of men and women formed a conveyer line, loading hundreds of cases into the room, light fog rolling into the hall out of the opening. Every now and again a clear green-house container would pass hands to end up in the chamber, each holding a dozen blue flowers. As I approached the line, the last of the containers were loaded. One of the chief scientists approached me, the same type of blue flower decorating his lapel.

"Chase," I frowned at the name. "How're you feeling?"

I glanced around for a minute before shrugging.

"Heh, I understand. Listen, you keep an eye on these, alright?" He rested his hand on my shoulder, looking solemnly into my eyes. "You know what can happen when Night Howlers get into the wrong hands."

With a nod I brushed past him and into the vault, turning to look back out the doorway. Scientists and soldiers alike turned and saluted as the door shut and sealed.

Releasing a breath, I crossed my legs and sat, leaning against a wall of containers. Already I could see the heavy fog float from my mouth. It was not unexpected really, as the temperature steadily dropped. Within an hour, the room would be a couple hundred negative degrees Celsius. Any normal human wouldn't even dream of surviving it, but thankfully, the NH series super soldier serum had some peculiar effects. Along with speed, strength, heightened and added senses, there was also the regeneration factor.

As I lost feeling in my limbs, I couldn't help but smirk. Who'da thought that if a plant that causes psycosis and homicidal tendencies, was mixed with certain animal DNA, it could produce something as efficient as the Night Howler Super Soldier.

As my vision dimmed, and my thoughts slowed, I let out a struggled chuckle.

Who'da thunk it?

Time: 6:30 am

Date: 2016

Location: Zootopia

Judy POV:

bzz-bzz-bzz-!

My paw slammed down on the alarm clock, silencing the annoying buzz, as I hopped out of bed and donned my uniform. Grabbing a carrot from the fridge I was almost out the door before stopping mid-stride, turning on my heel and returning to the bedroom. Standing next to the bed, I gazed down at the still lump under the comforter, smiling as I stroked it lightly.

Nick.

A content sigh escaped my lips as I slipped a paw under the fabric, and tucked my ears back as I pressed the button on top of the Fox Repellent can.

Faster than any rabbit, an orange blur shot out of the bed and stuck to the ceiling as the horn blared. Taking a moment to gaze at the nude fox shaking on the ceiling, I felt my cheeks warm with my smile.

"Morning Nick." I greeted with a chipper tone.

A single green eye turned to glare at me over his shoulder. "Carrots..."

Slowly, he retracted his claws from the drywall and dropped legs-first onto the bed. The fire in his eyes was enough to make me attempt to hide the can behind my back. Even as he climbed off the bed I couldn't help but take a step back, and another as he stepped toward me.

The look in his eyes was hungry, predatory, and it was a look I had seen before. "N-Nick.. P-please, no!" I stuttered as he stalked toward me before lunging, paws outstretched. Dropping the can, I dove to the side and rolled, sprinting as quickly as I could.

He chased me throughout the room, slowly gaining on me, forcing me to turn whenever I tried to aim toward the door. In a last attempt, I ran directly toward the bed hoping to jump over it and make a dash for the window, but unfortunately I had failed to notice the can.

Even as I stepped on the metal cylinder I still attempted to jump, but rather than soar over the bed, I only managed to flop directly into the center of it. Nick was on me in under a second, mouth and claws finding their marks immediately.

His teeth on my throat could not stop the air rushing from my lungs, only to erupt from my lips in a loud moan.

Even as he stroked my ears with one paw, slipped the other down my pants, and suckled my neck, I still managed to have the presence of mind to mumble.

"N-Nick. We're gon- ah- gonna be late f- ooh!- for work!"

A mumble into my neck was my only responce as he started to work my shirt off. Something along the lines of: "Nice uniform. Like it."