AN: Well, people have begged, pleaded, and demanded for it, so we're finally going to do it. Here at last is From Fear To Courage, these are six one shots focusing on specific characters in the time between Zuma's Fear and the upcoming sequel Zuma's Courage. These series of one shots are to show case how the various characters are doing in the time between both fics. For those of you who have never read Zuma's Fear before, it is a requirement for you to read first so please go to my profile and look it up on my list of stories.

As for what characters I'll be focusing on, we'll be doing the following in order: Damian Stone, Rocky, Ryder, Zuma, Detective Shaw, and Chase. I'm doing Stone first because he was the easiest to come up with an idea for and I've gone through the process so many times in my head I can remember it in my sleep. That an I think people want to see Damian Stone and I based this on a scene from an existing movie that I love.

After I finish From Fear To Courage, I'll take a month break to prepare for Zuma's Courage where the story will finally end. Well, at least from me because then we'll zip forward to Everest's story in this series but it will be done by a different author then me.

Anyway, let's begin. Warning,

Disclaimer: I do not own Paw Patrol.

Costal City may have been a big tourist sight for beach fun, good weather, and tons of excitment, but there was a large darker side to it as well. Many people sometimes compared it to LA's crime rate, only less chaotic, but there was a big gang society that lived in the darker underbelly of well loved city. While gangs were a big thing, most of them followed a strict set of order and rules to keep things from going too far or into all-out war. However, for a time there was an exception to this and one group did anything without any care from murder and rape to drugs and weapons. This was the gang formerly run by Damian Stone.

Anybody who tried to take down Damian Stone in the past died horribly, painfully, and with utter regret they even tried to take him down. The worst thing about a psychopath was when he was both intelligent and cunning at the same time. In the end, the other gangs realized that it was better to work with him, or avoid him, rather than go up against him. Thankfully, his reign ended when he was arrested and sentenced to jail two years and two months ago. Since then, others had risen, taking his old territory, gang members, and "merchandise".

That was until word spread that Damian Stone had escaped. Many who had taken his stuff were fearful of their lives while some tried to point out that Damian had nothing to work with if he wanted vengence. However, after hearing what had happened in Adventure Bay and the destruction he caused, everyone was soon afraid once more.

Not two months after Damian left Adventure Bay, rumored to have driven the dog who got him arrested into killing himself, the top seven gang leaders were called into a meeting by an abandoned factory at the docks. The seven, arriving with their bodyguards, all sat down on a round table with chairs set up for them. Each of them was involved in something illegal: drugs, prostitution, arms dealing, extortion, blackmail, etc. You name it, and they did it.

"So who called this meeting in? Did you, Andre?" asked a ruff looking Caucasian with a green bandana as he addressed an African American with a white business suit, bald head, and glasses.

"I thought you did?" asked Andres in surprise. He turned to the only female of the seven, a Chinese girl in a robe, and asked, "Yin? You set this up?"

"Does it look like I'd rather waste my time with you losers then working on getting more money?"

Everyone was quiet for a bit until another gang member, a Hispanic looking muscled dude got up and spat on the ground. "Man, forget this. I'm out of he-"

He didn't even get a chance to finish talking as automatic gunfire made contact with the table and quickly sent everyone down for cover while their bodyguards took out their pistols and aimed around the factory. However, a few were shot down in the ensuing chaos from gunfire everywhere from above. Either by intention or bad aim, the bullets managed to hit the downed bodyguards in non-lethal areas, but that didn't stop them from cursing their mouths off from the pain before blacking out.

The bosses and their men looked ready to run for their lives when just as quick as the guns fired, they suddenly stopped.

"I started the meeting actually," said a voice from a railing up above as he made his presence known with two others beside him. "Glad you could all make it. I hope you enjoyed the opening entertainment. Now it's time for the main event."

The bosses and bodyguards looked up, only to gasp. "Oh, shit… Stone…" whispered the Hispanic.

Damian Stone, smirking with his gold tooth shining and crazed blond and light green dyed hair shining in the pale moonlight from a nearby window, appeared before the group holding an AK-47 while two of his gang members stood side by side with him also armed. "Hello, Rodriguez, how's your mother doing?"

"She died last year," muttered the Hispanic.

"I'll be sure to send flowers," said Stone, shrugging. "It's been awhile guys. Missed me?"

"You know you could have just told us it was you! Son of a bitch!" shouted the Caucasian with a Bandana.

"Aww, but where would the fun in that be Jackson? You know how I love to make an entrance. I mean it's been around two years since we all last saw each other. You've all done well for yourself." Damian started pacing up and down the catwalk. "I mean in the past two years your territory, gang members, and even infamy has really increase since I got behind bars. One has to wonder if you… maybe stolen it from somebody…" He aimed his AK at them which made the bosses all gulp.

"H-H-Hey! You got caught!" shouted Andre, pointing at Stone. "You know how it works, Stone! You get caught or end up dead, your territory is up for the taking and all with it."

Stone directed his glare at Andre which made the man nearly step back with fright. However, Damian closed his eyes, lowered his gun and smiled. "Of course I know that. I've done it myself. I may be a criminal who's willing to shoot you all dead, piss on your corpses, and grind them in a meat grinder to make roast beef out of you so that I can feed some starving hobos… but I'm not a hypocrite. Besides, that's not while I'm here."

Everyone below sighed as Yin asked, "Then why are you here?"

"Well, each of you owes me," answered Damian as he tapped his chin. "I seem to recall a lot of debts that you guys have due to a few services I did for you. Now that I'm back and want to get back in the game, I want to cash those debts in now." He lowered his voice. "And there are no take backs."

"Really?" asked a Jamaican sounding man in dreadlocks and a green suit. "How do we even know if you still got it, Stone? You've been gone for a long time, and the first thing you did when you got out was go after some stupid pup in a backwater town."

"That stupid pup needed to die because I needed to send a message," said Damian, growling. "Don't. Fuck. With. Me. A lesson some of you are forgetting at this moment."

"Well, you didn't really kill him, he's just missing," said Andre.

"Oh. he's dead. After what I put him through, anybody would break and kill themselves. Maybe he dived in front of a truck, drowned himself, put a knife to his neck... ohhh I just get tingly whenever I think of it," whispered Stone, shivering with excitement.

"The point is; what proof do we have of you being you still?" asked the Jamaican.

The answer he got was a large gym bag that was wet and sticky at the bottom that was thrown by Stone at the table. The bosses all looked at the bag, then each other, then the bag again. Nobody wanted to touch it, but it was clear that they had to. Finally, taking a deep breath, Rodriguez ordered one of his body guard to unzip it. When they saw what was inside, everybody turned green. Some even lost their lunch at both the sight of what lay inside and the horrible stench that slowly became too much for them.

"Damn…" muttered Andre, turning away in disgust.

"Those are the heads of all your top lieutenants," answered Stone as he pulled out his infamous blade, Shiva, out and licked the still bloody edge. "Me and Shiva did all that in less than two hours. Do you want to see what we can do in a whole night?"

"W-whatever you need, Stone, you got it!" shouted the Jamaican.

"Ditto!"

"Whatever it is man, I'll give it."

"I am not ending up like that. I'll pay."

"Goddmanit… fine I'll pay up."

"Same here!"

"Man, to hell with this!" shouted Jackson, who looked at his fellow bosses in disgust. "You guys are a bunch of cowards! He's just one guy! I ain't paying for shit!"

"Oh, Jackson, Jackson, Jackson," muttered Stone, shaking his head. "I told Williams that having you as his second-in-command would be bad for his gang. Then he gets in a car accident, you become top dog, and suddenly your waving your dick around like your Donald Trump winning the Republican Party Nominee."

"Hey, whatever debts you had with Williams are not my problem. I'm out of here. Come on boys," said Jackson to his men who didn't move a muscle. "I said let's go!"

"You know Jackson, out of everyone here I figured you would be the most troublesome," said Damian, putting his gun down and smirked. "That's why I figured I'd go to Stephen and offer him the same deal. He was a lot smarter then you."

Jackson's eyes widened as his men pulled their guns out and aimed at him. "Oh, son of a bi-"

A few shots in the chest later and he was down for good. Stone smiled in satisfaction. "Any other objections?" The rest of the bosses shook their head. "Great. I'll be sending you my requests soon. For now, have those heads as a gift. They are yours technically after all."

He laughed before sighing and said, "It's good to be back."