Yeah its me, sorry if you were expecting someone else.
Some of you might not like this kind of story. But I find violence a very interesting topic in literary form. So thats what this story is about. Violence and a majority of negative feelings. Nick is by no chance a hero or good guy in this story. Try to remember that. The loveable fox that we all appreciate and enjoyed from the film is just the former shell of the monster I created. People will die in this. A lot of people. It will take some time, but eventually some of your favourite characters will bite the dust. And Nick's relationship with Judy in this story will be, what some consider, fucked up, but its my work of fiction. Sorry if you don't like it, thats just the character that I envisioned.
"Here it is Chief" Judy Hopps dropped the file on Chief Bogo's desk. While Bogo grumbled his appreciation Officer Hopps turned and made to exit his office, aiming for the break room where she could get a drink and a carrot before heading out.
"Hopps" Bogo called on her just before she could shut the door.
"Yes Chief?" Judy turned on him, getting a slight sinking feeling in her stomach.
"What do you make of this?" Bogo was looking right at her, but he pushed the now opened file, a manila folder, across his desk towards her.
After a second of apprehension, Judy gathered her wits and strode forward, taking the seat in front of Bogo's desk.
She quickly began scanning the file, reading into the information listed in it. A few images of the crime scene were here and there, and she began to study them.
"Your thoughts?" Bogo wasn't looking at her when he said this but to his right, where a large stack of files rested on the corner of his desk.
"Suicide sir. There was no forced entry to his home. He fell from the top story. No signs of struggle within the apartment. Suicide note was in his handwriting, and there were anti depressants in his system meaning somewhat of a drug overdose when he jumped" Judy backed up the verdict within the file.
"Something is rubbing me the wrong way about this" Bogo told her, before he took the top file from the stack of folders he had, handing it to Judy, "and this is why"
Judy began reading.
"And?" Bogo asked, wanting to know what she thought.
"A clean and obvious suicide" Judy said, noting how very similar both deaths seemed to be. All the evidence that pointed towards suicide, such as a note, no forced entry and no signs of a fight were very obvious in each case.
Bogo handed her the next file.
"Let me guess" Judy opened the file, "the exact same clean crime scene. Obvious suicide" she was sounding skeptical now.
"All thirteen of these deaths have the exact same traits as the previous ones. No fights, a suicide note and no evidence suggesting otherwise. Either all of these animals were absolutely clean and meticulous in killing themselves" Bogo began.
"Or they didn't kill themselves" Judy finished.
Bogo nodded, "I wouldn't know where to begin with this, but Hopps" he paused, "if anyone can do the impossible, it would be-"
"Chief!" Wolford ran into the officer, cutting of his boss, "we've got another suicide Chief. The Officers on the scene say it's a clean and obvious suicide, just like-" he stopped talking.
Bogo turned his attention to Hopps, and nodded at her, "you know what to do Judy. Find whoever is doing this"
"On it Chief" she nodded, her face becoming a mask of determination.
"She's the head of the operation now Wolford, you'll be reporting to her from here on out" Bogo ordered.
The wolf nodded, and followed Judy out the office.
His cellphone buzzed.
A plastic gloved paw drew the phone from his pocket.
"Yes?" the animal spoke into the phone.
Suspended from the floor in front of him, standing by the tips of his paws on a small wooden chair was a fox.
"I just finished a job there" the animal spoke into the phone before pausing.
"Yes. I'm finishing up here. No loose ends."
The fox that hung from the noose around his neck had a gag in his mouth, muffling his cries and calls.
"No, he's still alive" the other animal sighed, "Yes, it'll look clean, just like the rest of them"
Another prolonged silence, which was mildly disturbed by muffled noises.
"Send the flight details to my phone" the animal smiled up at the terrified fox, "I'll wrap up now then"
Dropping his phone back into his pocket the fox looked up at the other fox, removing his gag.
"HOW COULD YOU DO THIS TO ONE OF YOUR OWN- URK!" the hanging fox hung, as the other predator had kicked the chair out from under him.
"You owe my employer money, simple as that" the red fox watched his fellow fox struggle and gag, dying of asphyxiation.
"Owed" the red fox corrected himself, before moving past the apartment space, opening the door and leaving. The body of his target had stopped moving.
The sun would be coming up soon, and Nick Wilde had a plane to catch in four hours.
Nick calmly took the gloves from his hands before placing them in the pockets of his crisp black suit. His shades rested in front of blood red tie, hooked on the white collared shirt underneath.
The elevator dinged and Nick stepped out into the crisp lobby.
A black car pulled up out front of the glass double doors.
Nick Wilde left for the Airport, just as the apartment security camera's stopped playing a loop of the empty lobby.
Death by electric shock.
It had triggered a heart attack and then brain death.
The current of electricity had surged through the water of the filled bathtub, instantly killing the jaguar. He had been found a few days later, when his neighbor reported a smell.
Suicide.
Judy stared at the Jaguar's body as it was lifted from the water.
After the power had been cut to the appliance that had been gently bobbing in the bath.
"His note is impeccable. He's sad that his wife left him, and he was fired from his job…" Wolford trailed off, handing the note to Judy.
"His hand writing?" she looked up at the wolf who nodded solemnly.
"Perfect match" Wolford bit out, "do you think that these cases could just be suicides? The Chief might be grasping at straws here"
"Are you saying that because you actually believe that? Or you just don't want to deal with a potential cereal killer who knows how to perfectly mask his or her crimes?" Judy accused, still reading through the letter
Wolford was silent.
"That's what I thought" Judy quipped. She looked out through the door to where the body had been taken.
"Christopher Slash. Worked as a security guard for the Mayor's office" Wolford informed Judy, "He was fired two weeks ago"
"On what grounds?"
"We don't know"
Judy looked up from the letter, "we're going to be paying the Mayor a visit"
They departed the crime scene, Wolford following obediently behind Judy.
"…And if another one lands on my desk, I swear-"
"Do you ever consider minding what you say around those of us without a silence obligation to the press?" Nick Wilde spoke up from within the Office of the Mayor, as Leodore Lionheart burst into his own office.
"Nicholas" he breathed out, "Bellwether. Cancel the rest of my appointments for today"
"But sir-!" the Sheep spluttered, only to be ignored as Leodore closed the office door, letting silence engulf the room.
"What are you doing here Wilde?"
Nick grinned. Then he slowly moved towards the Mayor's desk, taking a seat in front of it.
"Have a seat Mr. Lionheart"
"I've paid you everything. For each job, you can't just-"
Nick did not raise his voice, nor did he lower it, he simply just became rooted in place as he cut Leodore off with "Sit down, or I will put you down"
The lion complied. Slowly moving to the other side of the desk, and taking a comfortable seat in the chair.
"My employer thinks we have another loose end to tie up"
Nick gently took out a pistol from his side, letting it rest on the table.
"But until you've proven to us that you are still loyal and onboard, we've elected to keeping you on a probation" Nick's emerald eyes locked on the Mayor's, "we will be watching you. Anything below 110%, and you'll be getting a visit from me…" Nick watched the Mayor squirm, "it'd be a shame for you to go and off yourself. But depression can sometimes strike at the most unpredictable of times. I'd hate to have to see you off"
Nick stood from his seat, "a good day to you, Mr. Lionheart"
As the fox turned to leave the office, the door to said office opened.
Purple met Green.
Wolford's paw shot out and grasped Judy's shoulder.
"Ah. Excuse us Mayor Lionheart, we were informed that you were in here alone"
Judy kept her eyes on the immaculately dressed fox, which was staring her down with equal fervor.
"It's no problem officers" the green eyed fox stood, smiling at Judy. It was nowhere near a friendly smile, "I was just about to leave anyway"
This was the smile of a predator, Judy told herself.
"I'll let myself out Leodore" the fox calmly strode out of the room, brushing past the bunny officer he had visually taken in.
"It's good to see you again Wolford. How's the wife and kids?" the fox vanished after that, and Judy noticed how Wolford seemed to lock up with a shiver ghosting up his spine.
'Foxes used to eat rabbits' Stu Hopps, Judy's father, had told her a long time ago, 'It's alright to fear them'
But something about the black suited fox scared Judy more than she could rationally explain.
It wasn't the charming smile, which promised a very sinister under lining meaning, but the emerald eyes that had truly terrified her.
His eyes were cold and empty. Any happiness his mouth tried to convey through facial expression, and feeling or emotion… it would never reach his eyes.
"Don't look at him. Don't watch him leave, or you're a dead Rabbit" Wolford bit out, focusing his gaze on the Mayor, whose face was a grim mask of thought. His paw was still on Judy's shoulder, keeping her body oriented away from the door.
"What? Why? Who was that?" Judy asked, but Wolford ignored her, looking to the Mayor.
"It isn't what you think" the Mayor responded calmly, but Wolford snarled, stopping him from continuing.
"You're working with them again, aren't you? Whats the plan this time? Bogo won't allow a repeat of Pawaii in his city" Wolford growled and at the mention of Pawaii, Judy noticed how the Mayor lurched in his seat, suppressing a heavy gag.
"Officer Hopps, we're leaving. We need to report back to Chief Bogo"
Lionheart just turned away from the two as they left, instead looking out onto the view of Zootopia.
"Who was the fox Wolford?"
The Timber wolf was silent, although his paws tightly gripping the steering wheel belayed another emotion rather than focused or calm.
"Wolford?" Judy asked, studying her partners' body language.
"Nicholas Piberius Wilde" Wolford grit out, his eyes seemingly misting over, "don't call him a fox. That's an insult to all fox's around the world"
"Who is he?" Judy was intrigued now. Her curiosity wanted to take apart the fox, but her instincts told her to run.
"A killer. 20 years ago, six dead mammals were found. All of them were prey" Wolford took a left, "at the scene of the crime was an eight year old muzzled kit, alive, but covered in blood"
Judy felt her stomach turn over.
"Psychiatrists and medic's couldn't get the kid to talk. For a few months the kid could only mumble things about metal teeth and monsters. A month after that he went silent. Couldn't talk to anyone"
"The case was closed. It was deemed that an unknown savage predator had attacked the rest of the mammals, leaving young Nicholas alive due to his small size"
Wolford's claws had come out.
"When Wilde grew up, he vanished for an undetermined amount of time. I'm talking 16 years old and he was off the grid. He resurfaced eventually. But it was only once in Zootopia for a few months. Then he disappeared again"
Wolford looked like he was about to break the steering wheel of the police cruiser, his eyes blazing with fury.
"There were… whispers… from the higher ups" Wolford bit out, and Judy was captivated, "something about some sort of Predator Task Force. The killer elite. The most savage, cunning, brutal and mentally unstable predators that could be put together into a cohesive functioning unit"
Judy was having trouble taking this in. She couldn't believe anything that Wolford was saying.
"No" she firmly denied. It wasn't possible. "Zootopia wouldn't have something like that. This city doesn't have the need for anything like that!"
Wolford chuckled darkly, "Maybe not now, but times have changed Hopps. Things have become better than they used to be. And this killer team… this supposed group of killers… might… might have been the ones responsible for the removal of most major crime families in not just Zootopia, but the world"
Judy's draw dropped.
"How do you know all this? How can you prove any of this?"
Wolford grimaced.
"I knew some people. I had connections in the Mayors office, and I heard the stories from a select few. Try as hard as they might, whoever they are, but they couldn't completely clean up after their clean up crew"
This conspiracy stuff was getting to Judy.
Wolford had no reason to be lying about this.
But it all sounded so crazy.
A team of the worlds greatest yet most psychotic killers? At the beck and call of the worlds governments? Using those that did bad, to do worse, for the sake of the good left in the world felt… wrong.
"So… what does it mean then, if this Nick Wilde is now back in Zootopia?"
Wolford stopped the Police cruiser within the ZPD building. Judy blinked. She hadn't even realized they had arrived yet.
"Something big is going to happen, and soon" Wolford stepped out of the car, and Judy followed him, "we need to tell the Chief. Now"
"Who was the rabbit?"
The other end of the phone exploded in chatter.
"Who. Was. The rabbit?" Nick bit out, sitting perfectly still on the couch within his penthouse, watching the sun set on the city of Zootopia.
There was silence on the other end.
"I'm going to count to three" Nick's voice lacked any emotion as he said this, and almost immediately the other voice on the phone began speaking.
If anyone had worked with Nicholas Wilde and lived for more than a year, one would learn to never let the fox count to three.
Body parts went missing. Or worse.
"No shit she's the first Bunny cop. WHO is she?"
The voice began speaking, and Nick's smile kept growing.
"Single as well"
The voice on the other end began begging. However, the caller wasn't begging for himself or anyone interested in the bunny. No. The caller was begging for the sake of Officer Judith Hopps.
Nick laughed cruelly into the phone before terminating the call.
"You're mine fluff" he said to no one in particular. His smile remained etched on his face as the sun began to edge closer to the horizon.
He had one more appointment to make.
Judy felt her skin crawl.
"You alright Hopps?" Bogo asked, noticing her shiver.
"Its nothing sir, just an idle thought" she ignored the feeling, focusing her attention back to the Chief, who nodded back to Wolford.
He was a solid Bison. A stand up boss and a real friendly mammal once you got under his tough exterior.
Chief Bogo would always be on the lookout for his officers, physically and mentally, he had their backs.
So when Officer Wolford had stepped into his office, claiming that Nicholas Piberius Wilde was back in Zootopia.
He had called for an immediate meeting with the two officers who had seen him.
"He's still got the scar above his eye. That was how I recognized him so quickly… that, and his bloody smile" Wolford grumbled the last part.
"Did you manage to catch anything between him and the Mayor?" Bogo asked, standing up from his desk and moving to a nearby filing cabinet.
"Nothing sir. As soon as we walked into the office to question the mayor about the dead jaguar, he left"
"Actually, I managed to hear something" Judy spoke up, and Wolford turned to her, Bogo glancing over as well as he sifted through different files.
"He was talking about how much of a shame it would be for the mayor to go and kill himself"
Bogo and Wolford looked to one another, each mirroring a grim expression.
"I'm sorry Chief, but could someone here please explain to me who Nicholas Wilde is? Maybe then I'd be able to know what we're up against" she was impatient and grumpy. And the entire time all she was told was essentially how evil this fox was, with no real evidence at all. Not to mention the top secret killer hit squad that only one Officer on the ZPD had even heard of.
There was nothing. No information backed anything that Judy had seen today. All she knew was a bunch of animals were committing the cleanest and most perfect suicides in the history of Zootopia. Or, there was a very good serial killer who knew how to clean up his crimes.
She knew nothing about this 'Nicholas Wilde'.
There was only Wolford's unexplained anger.
"How much have you told her?" Bogo raised an eyebrow at Wolford, the Timber wolf pinching the bridge of his snout in some frustration.
"Just show her the damn file Chief"
Bogo fished out a somewhat worn file. It was a little old, but it was thick. Filled to the brim with information and reports no doubt.
"Take a seat Hopps and read" just like in the morning, Bogo pushed the file across his desk, and Judy opened it to begin reading.
The deaths of the six mammals were all here. Each and every report about the murders of each innocent animal, and how a young Nicholas Wilde was a sole survivor.
But as Judy began to turn more and more pages, she noticed that gaps were missing. In certain criminal reports regarding the fox, the information was blacked out by pen, or the entire page was missing.
'Censored' and 'Redacted' were common words. Eventually only dates and places were left in the reports, the rest of the information and words having been removed by black pen.
"The rest of the files about Wilde are classified under top secret, and in the ZPD only the chief of police can access them" Bogo watched intently as Judy processed the lack of information, "even then, the files are just as detailed as these ones. Less so"
"So what exactly does this prove?" Judy closed the file, having reached the point where every word was blacked over.
"Someone, or a group of someone's in a very high up place is covering Wilde and whatever he is up to" Wolford picked up the file and pulled up some of the more recent ones. Pointing at the dates and times that Judy could see, he asked, "seem familiar?"
Each day coincided with 8 of the 13 'suicides'. The other 5 were within the same week.
'What the hell did I just stumble upon' Judy rubbed her head in frustration and finally mumbled, "its not incriminating evidence, but I can see the image that's being painted here"
"Whats the connection between the 13 dead animals and Wilde. Whatever he, or his boss, is planning…" Bogo took the files and began to put them away again, "… its huge. Whatever it is, Wilde was willing to step back into our sight just to put those mammals in the dirt. I know the fox. If he didn't want to be seen, he wouldn't have been. What we are currently dealing with goes way above our pay grade but we all swore an oath to keep Zootopia safe. Wilde, and anyone who associates themselves with him, threatens that safety"
Judy stared at her paws. She was just thinking. Trying to get her mind around everything that had happened today.
She had gone from her simple daily routine and case by case work, to the greatest potential threat she'd ever heard of. And she was being asked to deal with it.
"Chief" the intercom buzzed in the silence of Bogo's office. Clawhauser was worried, you could hear it clearly in his voice "we've got a big one".
The sun was just beginning to set.
"What is it Clawhauser?" Bogo impatiently asked, worry shimmying into his voice. You'd need to have been around the Chief long enough to even have a chance at noticing it, but Judy and Wolford could both tell he was scared of the news.
"Officers Delgato and McHorn are already on the scene chief… but… they were investigating a report of a shooting… Chief they said there's a lot of bodies"
Clawhauser sounded ill.
"We're on the way" the cape buffalo almost snarled, before he almost dashed out of his chair, "Let's move!" he called at Hopps and Wolford, who immediately rushed after him, shaken out of their stupor.
"Shhh" Nick shoved the knife in a little deeper, and the polar bear collapsed.
The much larger mammal had entered through the side of the building while Nick had been taking down the pathetic security system that had been hastily installed; the hired security guard lay dead before Nick.
Nick hadn't even looked up from the desk; he just picked up his silenced pistol and lazily shot the polar bear in the throat before he could shout.
Blood had begun to spew from its throat, and instead of letting the unlucky mammal bleed out slowly, Nick had decided to end the bear's suffering.
The fox pulled the blade from the polar bears head, where he had plunged it into the skull, before cleaning it on the large mammals clothing.
"Show time" Nick murmured, closing the door that had been opened before dragging the large body to the side with one hand. He pushed it between two crates of the large amount of product, which was stored in the warehouse.
Taking a second glance around the space, Nick made sure that each of the guard's bodies had been hidden well enough to give him a minute or two before someone found them.
'Step two' Nick thought to himself, and ran back to the small room which held the now destroyed security system.
He procured three different items from the duffel bag which was resting on the table. A fully automatic silenced rifle, a second pistol with a matching silencer and a high powered Taser.
The pistol slid into its holster on the front of his waist, the second pistol dropped into the holster on his right. Checking the magazine for the rifle after placing the Taser in his back pocket, Nick grinned.
Tonight was going to be fun.
The sound of engines drifted into the fox's augmented hearing range.
Quickly slinging the rifle onto his back, the fox ran to the nearest wall and began scaling it.
Once in the rafters, 20 feet above the ground, Nick began assessing the ground level.
In the center of the warehouse space was a lack of boxes, crates and large shipping containers. That was where the deal was going down.
So the fox had disabled about half the lights in the surrounding area, creating the central zone of the warehouse as a safe zone. That would force any mammals out of the blackout areas.
And once the bullets started flying, it would be complete chaos.
The leopard had to survive though. She had all the information Nick needed on the client.
With a loud clang, the largest door to the warehouse unlocked and began to rattle open, revealing three identical black cars, each of them with fresh plates from the DMV.
The product had arrived.
On the other side, multiple doors began to open, and a large number of weasels, lead by a very familiar face stepped into the bright meeting area.
'Duke' Nick grinned from up in the rafters, freezing up in the shadows as he drew out his rifle, switching the settings of the scope to thermal.
'There she is' Nick observed the snow leopard, Cassandra Klaw, as she emerged from the middle black car, two polar bears by her side. Her fur was pure white, which stood out from her choice of black overalls with an almost sweeping black trench coat.
"Weaselton!" Cassandra stepped into the center, her Polar bear bodyguards by her sides, scanning the room.
"Lets make this quick. Show the money, and you can take the container with the product" Duke emerged from his armed posse of weasels, each of them lazing around the open space.
Some had weapons out in the open, sitting on boxes or leaning against crates or pallets.
With his scope still aimed at the back line of guards on Cassandra's side, Nick pawed the detonator attached to his waist.
A few hundred meters away by the docks, a small fishing vessel exploded in a haze of steel chunks and fire.
Those that didn't have a weapon out were immediately on guard, each of them pointing a gun at the other side.
Animals started shouting, so nick put high velocity round into the skulls of the eight polar bears guarding the vans.
Someone noticed the larger mammals fall to the ground dead and shouted out accordingly. So Nick pressed the second button, next to the explosive distraction.
The lights in the rest of the space all shut off, and Nick Wilde watched as both of the groups turned on each other, thinking the other side was betraying them.
He would just have to make sure Cassandra and Duke survived.
There were only short spats of gunfire. Most of the mammals in the warehouse lay in pools of their own blood.
A seriously wounded polar bear stood still beside Cassandra, making sure their left and right was safe. They were the last two from the buyer's side.
Duke and his remaining six weasels were closing in on their container, the sellers of the trade thinking that they finally had the upper hand.
"How many bullets do you have left?" Cassandra whispered to her bodyguard, checking the magazine in her hand gun.
"Charlie?" she asked him, expecting a response.
Charlie's body slumped to the side, a bleeding hole now present in his head.
The lights came back on, and Cassandra could hear Duke's voice, followed by six soft puffs of air.
"YOU'RE DEAD! EVERYONE SAID YOU WERE DEAD!"
Followed by an airborne weasel that was thrown just in front of Cassandra.
Before the snow leopard could gut the treacherous weasel with her now extended claws, the barrel of a gun made itself intimate with the side of her skull.
"Ah ah ah" a calm and cocky voice said to her, "leave the poor weasel alone baby"
She knew that voice.
"Nick?" she gasped, taking a deep breath, before slowly turning to face the red fox in black overalls.
"In the flesh your majesty"
Her eyes went wide.
He was dead.
He is dead.
Yet, here he stood, gun in hand, and smile stuck to his handsome features. Seeing a ghost had never been this scary.
A second pistol appeared in his other hand, two rounds being instantly unloaded into Duke's legs. Keeping the weasel from getting away.
Well… keeping him from crawling away at least.
Cassandra suddenly realised that neither side had attacked the other.
Fucking Nick.
"FUCK! YOU!" Duke screamed in between breaths, clutching his legs in agony, "you fucking sick mother fucker!"
"I'm here for information" Nick walked up to the squirming weasel, one of his guns still pointed at Cassandra, "and the both of you… have this information"
Nick holstered the pistol he had shot Duke with, pulling out a knife in its place.
"Now we can do this the easy way" he spun the knife a bit, before kicking Weaselton onto his back, "or the hard way"
The sun had been down for a good hour, and Judy Hopps felt sick as she walked through the crime scene.
'This was a massive drug deal' she thought, looking to the bodies of the Weaselton gang, and the polar bears that worked under any of the tundra gangs or crime families.
Possibly Mr. Big was the one who was in on this trade but he didn't deal in drugs.
"Any signs on the money?" Judy called out, stepping near one of the yellow numbered cards that had been placed next to a particularly large pool of blood.
"None" Wolford called out from behind a large container. He was retracing something.
'Either this was a really big mammal, or…' Judy looked at the pool of blood, thinking of what kind of animal could have made it.
"Looks like someone was gutted here" Bogo grumbled out, approaching Judy.
The forensics team was checking out the other side of the building, leaving the already cleared space for the officers to investigate.
The detectives had already cleared through this area, so Judy and Wolford were looking for evidence that could relate this trade to Wilde.
A few metal thumps resounded to Judy's left, and she spun around to see Wolford had climbed atop a shipping container.
"Catch" the wolf called to her, tossing a small object at her. Judy caught it, before opening her paw to exam it.
A shell casing.
"And?" Judy asked, not seeing where her colleague was going with this.
Wolford gestured to the ground then to the 2 and a half meter tall container.
"Whats a bullet shell doing all the way up here?"
Judy looked at the ground, then at the container Wolford was standing on.
Oh.
Her eyes snapped up, and she looked up at the roof of the building.
"Wolford" she pointed up, and the wolf spun, looking up at the ceiling.
The rafters.
Large support beams crisscrossed just beneath the ceiling, large enough for some small mammals to traverse.
A fox especially would find it very easy.
"Who ever runs these docks wouldn't pay for the ceiling to be cleaned, so check for dust!" Judy called as Wolford began to scale the side of the building, Bogo watching on with a grin on his face, despite the situation.
"You'd make a good detective Hopps," he said, watching Wolford climb.
"Thanks chief" she smiled at him, before turning up to watch her colleague reach the rafters.
"See anything!" Judy called up, cupping her hands to shout the full way up.
"No dust! And paw prints!" Wolford called back down, standing up on one of the rafters.
Nick watched as Cassandra slept on his couch.
Both had been given product and delivery locations through middle men. Mr. Big was the one selling to an unknown buying on Cassandra's side. It was some hotshot ram chemist that was producing for Weaselton's side.
"Hmmm… nick?" the Snow Leopard said sleepily, her blue eyes opening up slowly.
"Sleep snowy" Nick mumbled, taking a sip from his glass of scotch on the opposing couch.
"You didn't answer my questions" she was able to say before yawning.
Nick had treated her wounds, and the entire time, she had pestered him with details of where he had been, what had happened, and where was Jess.
Jessica Stride.
As soon as he had mentioned her name, Nick had locked up.
"…did you really have to kill the weasel…" she murmured, having been there for the death of Duke.
"No" Nick finished his drink.
"She's dead. Isn't she?" Nick looked into her blue gaze, feeling liquid beginning to build up in his eyes.
"Just sleep snowy. We can talk in the morning"
Cassandra didn't have to talk to him in the morning. She had her answer.
"Nick, I'm so-"
"Don't" he raised a hand.
"What happened happened. There's nothing I can do to change it"
He stood from his couch, taking the glass with him as he followed the path to his bedroom. Cassandra remained on the couch, her eyes tracking his sluggish form.
She closed her eyes, ignoring how he had started to cry.
Just setting the basis for the story. Tell me what you guys think, and what you'd like to see!