A/N: Here's the next chapter! The beginning will be similar to the movie so the next chapters might be a little short or seem familiar. Anyway, thank you to all that favorited and followed! To the person that reviewed:
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Chapter 1-Should've, Would've, Could've
1923 A.D.
Nicholas 'Nick' Wilde knew he wasn't the smartest fox in the world, but he did like to think he was more cunning than most. Yet, as he stood behind the wall watching the Tuaram (They're actually called Tuaregs in the movie but I called them Tuarams because they're all rams) warriors approach them, weapons at the ready, he wondered how someone so cunning let himself end up in this situation.
"What's the order sir?" A frightened horse asked the colonel. The pig in charge said nothing but Nick could smell the sweat that poured out of him.
"Duke I think we're gonna be on our own for this one." Nick told the weasel next to him. Seconds later the pig squealed and ran away as fast as he could. Nick watched in amazement at the vanishing pig. "Huh, I didn't know they could go that fast."
"That's what you're focusing on!" Duke yelled at Nick. "The Tuarams are known for trampling their enemies! We should be scramming ourselves." Duke said nervously. Nick didn't even spare Duke a glance. Instead he loaded his gun and got into the formation the recently promoted horse ordered.
"I would love to do just that Weselton." Nick smirked at Duke's growl. "But we didn't want our cousins being stretched by Mr. Big. So here we are." Nick huffed as he set his gun on his shoulder.
"Well, if you didn't give him that rug." Duke mumbled.
"One, I didn't know he would send us off to look for a fantasy city with the French army. Two, if you didn't want me to sell him a skunk butt rug, you shouldn't have given it to me." Nick poked at Duke's chest when he finished. Duke just swatted his hand away.
"That's the last time I work with a popsicle hustler." Duke mumbled. Nick would've rolled his eyes but the Tuarams were only about a hundred feet away. He gulped down his fear and glared at Duke.
"No it's not. We got in this mess together, you sure as hell are going to stay in it with me." Nick grabbed Duke's arm. "Got it?" Nick glanced back at the yelling warriors that were now only 50 feet away. The glance allowed Duke to use his bandana to tie Nick's leg to the wall. NIck looked down just as Duke finished. "What?"
"You can pay Mr. Big with your life if you want. I ain't stayin' fox!" Duke yelled as he ran. Nick pulled at the bandana trying to free himself but it was knotted tightly. Nick cursed in fear and anger as he watched the Tuarams close in. He pulled harder when the gunshots went off. It was useless though. So Nick grabbed his gun and joined in the shooting. Nick breathed a little easier with the gun in front of him. He didn't know why, but he was always good at shooting. Once he learned the weapon he could shoot it with accuracy that could rival an expert. The Tuarams weren't prepared for the guns and for a while Nick and the French had the advantage. But the Tuarams had many numbers. Soon the Tuarams were able to breach the wall. Nick got one to cut his restraint and he scrambled away. He was able to fend off any of the Tuarams that attempted to attack him with the revolvers he hid in his coat. Nick ran through the ruins they were surrounded by. He realized as he ran deeper within the ruins that the French battalion he came with were all dead or dying. There was a drop in Tuarams too, but there was enough to corner Nick. He ended up in front of a statue that resembled Anubis with five Tuarams surrounding him. His guns were empty and honestly, as good as he was with a gun, he was just as horrible in hand-to-hand combat. Which these rams seemed to excel at.
"Guys, can't we work something out? I'm not even apart of the French!" Nick offered.
"Look at the dirty fox, begging for his pitiful life." One of them spat in Egyptian. Spit landed on Nick's tail. His fear quickly diminished.
"The predators finally become prey." One of the Tuarams growled in Egyptian. They rest snickered at that and stalked closer to him. Nick clenched his teeth in disgust and anger, but his demeanor became distant and hard. He didn't want them to know that they got to him. Plus, many animals didn't think a fox was smart enough to know the Egyptian language.
"I'll take that as a no then." Nick smirked. One of the Tuarams jumped towards him. Nick stepped back to avoid the ram but instead, the sand moved in a wave and swallowed the ram. Nick looked at the ground and the Tuarams frantically. Then the sand moved again. The Tuarams screamed and began to run away but the sand swallowed each one. Nick stood there frozen in shock. Then he felt a tremor in his body and jumped to the right. A wave of sand overcame the spot he was just at. The sand moved again, now trying to swallow him up. Nick dodged every attempt, tumbling until he was a safe a distance away from the statue, leaning on the ruins of a village house nearby. Nick panted as the sand finally stopped. He swore that he heard a violent roar in the wind. He observed his surroundings making sure that nothing else was going to suddenly attack him. The only thing he saw were black clothed camel riders in the distance. At the head of them he saw a marked water buffalo and a fat cheetah beside him. Nick backed out the ruins slowly, a constant eye on the unmoving riders. He walked away from them, trying to ignore the deja vu he felt as he continued on further into the barren desert.
"You sure we should leave him chief?" The chubby cheetah asked the intimidating buffalo beside him.
"Luck may be on his side, but there are few that can survive the desert. I have yet to see a fox survive and I doubt he'll be the first. Move out." The water buffalo ordered his Medjai. They left, leaving Nick on his own.
