Hello, my good readers! I must say, I surpassed even my own expectations at how fast I managed to post this for you all. One thing I will promise is that this is no ordinary "Zootopia" plotline. The characters will be facing twists and turns that I have not seen in ANY other Zootopia Fanfiction. I sadly, don't own Zootopia or any of it's heart-warming characters. I don't even own the air I breathe. Enjoy!

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(Judy POV)

The night had been quiet and eerie.

The slight touch of the warm breeze caused a shiver to go up and down my spine like running electricity. The hairs on the back of my neck sprang up and no matter how hard I tried to relax: I couldn't. My gut told me that there was something different about tonight, but, I refused to acknowledge it. I refused to live up to the "scared bunny" reputation that the world expected of me.

I felt the soft powder-like dirt beneath my feet. It's softness was extremely satisfying to the touch and I found myself reveling in the feeling of the dirt path below me.

I guess being the daughter of a Carrot Farmer caused me to become one with nature.

I laughed slightly at that thought and shook my head as I continued walking up the path. I enjoyed the quiet chirping of the crickets and the gentle trickling sound of water nearby. They helped ease my nerves and I breathed in the scent that only Bunnyburrow could smell of. The smell of fresh soil and faraway baked goods filled my nostrils and I sighed sadly. The sweet smell smelled like my childhood. Sweet and perfect and quiet.

But it didn't smell like home.

This sudden thought that had crept up on me caused me to think back as to why I took midnight walks every night of the year: I was looking for my home. As cruel and as unfitting as it sounded: Bunnyburrow didn't feel like home to me. I knew it was my home, but I could feel that my heart didn't agree with what I knew to be true. My heart was still wondering about looking for the piece that could fill that gap. And I always took these little "midnight missions" with the hope that, maybe, I might find home.

My ears suddenly snapped to attention as I heard something from up ahead. It sounded like someone trying to choke out a name or yell or something similar to those two things. Maybe even both at the same time. I slowed my pawsteps until I eventually stopped and my eyes scanned the area of the dirt path that I knew so well: trying to find the source of whatever that sound was. My eyes wondered from left to right slowly, until they locked on something further up the path.

I couldn't make out the animal: the darkness of the night aided the animal in keeping itself unseen. The only light I had was the silver shine of the moon as it dimly shone in the starry sky. I squinted slightly, trying to get my eyes to adjust to the dark so I could see better but to no avail. No matter how many carrots a bunny ate, out night vision never seemed to improve. I then heard what appeared to be a laugh and a gurgle. What was up with this animal? Was it sick?

I began to approach it slowly - to see if I could somehow help it - but stopped in my tracks when I saw that it was on all fours. And it raised one paw after the other until it began to speed up. I stood frozen in place and watched as two triangular ears stood up in search of any sudden sound and then they flattened against it's head. I couldn't tell what species this animal was: making my current situation much more dangerous. I felt my muscles tense and my legs bend ever-so-slightly: the natural instinct to bolt was fastly building inside me. Then, the animal's eyes found mine and I took in a breath...

They were a piercing emerald green.

They captivated my full attention and didn't allow me to move. Upon a closer look at the gorgeous orbs, I found that they were cloudy and glazed, as if the owner of those magnificent eyes couldn't think straight. But apparently, it could still walk, because it came closer to me. And I finally noticed what species of animal this was...

A fox.

It seemed that the word "fox" was the only thing my brain needed to snap out of the trance-like-spell it's eyes had put me in and react to my natural prey instinct: I turned and bolted away. I was desperately hoping that the fox wouldn't follow me: a hope that was quickly abolished once I heard it's powerful legs colliding with the ground. It was running after me. A fox was running after me on all eyes began to well up with tears that blinded my sight as I thought of one thing...

I was going to die today.

My life would end by being mauled and eaten by a fox. My short 16 years of life stopped here and tonight. Flashbacks began to play in front of my very eyes: my parents, my siblings, my dreams to join the ZPD and make the world a better place, everything flashed before me. And the sudden realization that I would never have that because of this damned fox following me hit me like a ton of bricks as it crashed onto me. I felt myself slowing down and noticed that the sudden weight that I carried on my shoulders was so powerful that it was physically holding me down.

My lungs began to wheeze and tighten as they fought for air and my muscles were screaming at me to stop as they were slowly becoming numb and I was loosing control of them. My body needed rest soon. But the price for that rest would be deadly.

Only one thing was on my mind now: hide.

Hide. Hide. Hide. Hide.

A small red barn stood up ahead and I wasted no time in going towards it. It took great effort, but I opened the door to the red sanctuary and slammed the door shut. I gasped for air as I leaned against the door and took a moment to breathe. But the moment was short lived when I realized how easy the fox could throw the door opened. With that disturbing and painfully truthful thought in mind, I began to frantically look around for something that could hide me. And the first thing my eyes landed on was a stack of golden hay. I leaped into it and buried as much of myself as I possibly could. I forced my heart to slow down and I listened...

Everything was quiet.

Not a sound or a word could be heard and it caused my fear to rise. Until I heard the barn door open. I peered out through the hay and caught a glimpse of the creature that was in my pursuit. The moon hit the animal's face and it's features stood out. It was a male. He lost his balance for a moment before he regained it: as if pushing the door had caused him all of his strength. It's eyes looked around and it growled. My body stiffened at the threatening sound that pierced the silence like a knife cutting a carrot. He appeared to be getting madder and madder by the second and it only made my fear keep rising. I knew that if he was mad, it could cause his aggression to rise. I watched in horror as it pointed his snout upwards and his ears began to turn every which way. His snout pointed at the pile I was in and so did his ears.

He found me.

I watched, unable to move, as he quietly stalked towards me. He stopped in front of the hay with an unimpressed expression on it's face. I couldn't see his features very well, I could only see his dull yet shining eyes as they looked the haystack up and down. He seemed to be about to turn away when his eyes came into contact with mine.

Sweet cheese and crackers...

A startling sound escaped his muzzle and I watched as it leapt onto the haystack and onto me. It was then that all my body released all the chained instinctual reactions of escape and I began to struggle and squirm as I screamed. I kicked and turned this way and that, wanting to desperately get the stupid fox off me. Suddenly, I felt a little bit of it's weight lift from me and I found myself starring into those green eyes. His were clouded and I knew that mine were fearful. We stayed like this for a long time. Starring into the eyes of one another. Predator looking into the eyes of the Prey he was about to devour. Then, out of nowhere, his muzzle inched it's way into the crook of my neck and his warm, slobbery tongue licked my neck. The act confused me and I found myself speaking without knowing what I was saying.

"Stop."

My voice was cracked and dried from the screaming and the fear that clogged my throat, but I knew that the word made it to his ears because he jumped slightly and he looked down at me. At this point, my eyes were full of tears.

What was wrong with him?

What did I do to him? Why was he like this? Hadn't we advanced from being savages? Tears escaped my eyes and they trailed down my cheeks. And the fox's tongue began to lick them. I began to cry even more for the strangest reason: I felt saddened for the fox. Whatever was wrong with him, he still knew that something was wrong, and he licked my tears. I hoped that whatever was wrong with him would be fixed as soon as I left this world. Because, in the long time that I had starred into those glazed eyes, there wasn't a trace of a killer. I began to squirm as they thought hit of death hit me again.

No. I didn't want to die. Please! No!

It pressed it's paws against my sides: halting any further movements, and began licking my neck again. And, I hated myself that instant because I began to get aroused. I knew that he could smell what he was doing to me, because he starred at me with something in his eyes. And then he growled a low husky growl that made something run up and down my spine and I began to squirm once again only to be silenced by yet another growl. So, I just laid there. Unmoving.

He seemed satisfied with the response that his growl got from me, because he began to lap at my neck again. And I involuntarily let out a moan. And yet he continued licking me, until his eyes found mine and he froze. Instinctively, I took this moment pull my legs out from under his weight and kick him in the face like I had done to Gideon Grey 6 years ago: sending him tumbling back as I sprinted out.

I heard a growl of anger behind me and turned around to see the fox jump onto the haystack once more. I turned away just as quickly and slammed the barn to the door shut as I ran away from the barn. I felt more alive than I had ever, knowing that my life now depended on how fast I ran. I passed many things, none of which I paid attention too. It was only when I made it to the front door of my house that I turned to see if the canival fox had followed me.

He hadn't.

Tears of joy spilled from my eyes and I ran inside the house and into my room. I threw myself onto my bed and started bawling in joy. I was alive. I was alive! I looked at my hands. My hands! And moved them. I grabbed a nearby pillow and grabbed it - though it could've been one of my 275 siblings for all I cared - I was alive!

My mind drifted to that fox and how easily it could've killed me. Fury and determination filled every fiber of me.

I was going to join the ZPD. And I was going to train until I could take on anything from a stupid fox to a fearsome lion. In a way, I thanked the fox, because it had installed determination within me. Yet, it came with a traumatizing experience. I fell to my bed and curled around the pillow as I clung to it.

And I dreamed of emerald eyes...

This is Judy's POV of Nick's alcohol-infused attack. Yet, the attack did Judy and Nick both good and bad. You shall see why in the next chapter to see how it affected Nick. As for Judy, in her mind the attack was much worst. Over time, her mind begins to fill in the gaps and she begins to believe that things happened that night, that they didn't. She begins to hate the fox, and swears that she will make him pay. Yet, they meet again in the future. ;)

Also, the characters will advance and mature with every chapter. As well as the descriptions and the length of the chapters. :)

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