Nicholas Wilde was going to die.
His partner, as much as she hoped, knew it.
He knew it.
Everyone in the dirty room, in the unfinished constructionsite, knew it.
He wasn't going to die from some incurable disease, nor was he going to die from old age, or a heart attack, or something normal like that.
Nope, a he was going to die from a thug, a wolf, who had his paws on the vulpine's small neck, violently choking him to a breathless sleep.
But before the whole "breathless-sleep" part, time seemed to slow for the fox, and he seemed to see every small detail on everything in the room. Although it wasn't very hard, considering how damn small the room was.
He could see the angry expressions of the hired-thugs faces, and broken bottles littered around the concrete floor.
He could see the sun coming through the tips of the trees outside, that were some random species, probably grown at least 20 years ago.
He could see his sweat on his muzzle, which had-unsurprisingly-accumulated in the past hour, which had been quite eventful.
So this is it. This is how the adventures of old Nick end. He thought to himself, his vision becoming darker by the second. Huh, who would've guessed that you can see the blurriest things so clearly in your last moments?
He kept on thinking, not even bothering to struggle in the wolf's iron chokehold.
But, alas, all good things must come to an end, and his rather bleak final thoughts were cut short by Judy, his partner's, face.
Her lips were moving, probably pleading for the thugs not to kill him. Of course, her pleads fell on deaf ears. He could seethe mix of fear, anger, and panic in her eyes. He could see her small arms and legs struggling to break away from another
thug, aFox's, hold (isn't that ironic?).
He stared into her purple eyes, eventually becoming the only thing in his vision other than inky black. She stared into his now-dull, emerald green eyes.
And the last thing he'd ever remember seeing would be those beautiful purple eyes.
Author's Note:Holy Jesus, that was an interesting first chapter. In all seriousness, I've written this all in about an hour, in a hotel bed, at 1 AM because I've had this idea floating around forever.
There'll probably be a second chapter, because seriously, I'm a crappy writer, not an asshole.
Little Edit: Holy shit, this first chapter looked like a mess, hopefully it doesn't now.