"Freeze! Hands up!" It was a rainy night, and Officer Zangoose was finally face to face with the notorious criminal, Zoroark. Zoroark turned around and smiled. "Officer! You finally found me. It's about time." Zangoose was surprised, and stuttered, "W-what do you mean?" Zoroark held his chin high and replied, "I know you've been on my trail for quite some time. You almost caught me several times. But, I managed to escape your detection." Zoroark took a step toward Officer Zangoose. "And I know you won't say that you saw me tonight." Zangoose was very scared. "D-don't move! I-i'll attack!" Zangoose held up his claws defensively. "Oh, that won't work, officer." Zoroark had an evil grin on his face. "Bye-bye." he said evilly. Then, he lunged at Zangoose, and Zangoose braced himself. Zoroark slashed at Zangoose with lightning speed. With each powerful slash of Zoroark's deadly claws, blood stained Officer Zangoose's fur. Zoroark struck powerfully one more time, then kicked Zangoose in the head, and he crumpled.
Zangoose slowly got up, and coughed up some blood. "Heh heh heh..." Zangoose rasped. "I'm not done yet." Zoroark grinned his evil grin, and said, "Oh, I think you are." Then, he ran at Zangoose, full speed, dug in his claws, and ripped through Zangoose's body. Zangoose's eyes glazed over, and he crumpled on the cold, wet ground. And Zoroark, with Zangoose's blood on his hands, walked away with an honest-to-God smile on his face.