A bold little rabbit, a bold one indeed.

He had to admit, for being a prey animal she had guts (and seemingly half a brain) if she made it this far and brutally took down two of his mammals. The little bunny was scared now, surrounded by at least a dozen of his soldiers, strong veterans of the 19th Vulpesgrenadiers Division, now hungry for retribution after two of their brothers had been slain.

Foxes encircled the small creature, inching closer with their bayoneted Kat-98k rifles ready to spill blood. The sight of their Captain walking calmly towards the bunny with her back turned, however, stopped them. They knew better than to interfere with him. Nicholas Wilde was not a fox to be reckoned with, oh no. He wore a nonchalant look on his muzzle, drawing his Luger P08, raising it up over his head, and before the bunny could comprehend it brought the grip down hard against her skull.

She went limp, body dropping face-first to the earth, dead leaves barely providing a cushion as her small body impacted the hard ground. "That will be quite enough, gentlemammals. Back to your posts!" He ordered, foxes shambling back to their fighting holes as the Captain made a crisp turn. "Sergeant Finnick!"

"Y-yes Captain!" The small fennec, his adjutant, answered, saluting, never far behind his charge.

Nicholas silently appreciated the small predator's attentiveness, "Take our new guest" he turned his head, spitting on her unconscious form, "to camp. Have her set under guard, tied, and gagged. No one is to touch her until either I order it, or she is of no use to me."

Nodding, large ears bobbing, "It will be done, sir!" With another quick salute his Sergeant wordlessly dragged their new prisoner off and away from the frontline.

*LB*

He had always hated the dull points of command. Nicholas knew there were more important tasks to be done than supervising his soldiers as they further fortified their position, but who else was going to do it? The 19th had been fighting for far too long, too many casualties were sustained, and despite plenty of recruits for the line, not many Predator Empire officers are to be found that could step up to the plate. Not in an all Fox unit, not on this frontline. So, here he was, walking the line, mindlessly watching his mammals toil away. After the Colonel had been killed, it fell to him to take charge of the Division, which meant taking charge of all Lieutenants for the 3 Regiments under him. It didn't help that some of them, too, had fallen under the constant waves of Prey soldiers. He was stuck in a war of attrition. Sure, he was killing hundreds of them, and had superior equipment, but the prey simply outnumbered him.

It was time for a break. He needed as much. And what better way to take a break, he thought, than an interrogation? It had been so long (most prey getting slaughtered in no-mammal's land) since there had been a prisoner, and this was an opportunity he would not pass up. He was a very sly fox, he knew this, and it served him well to put his skills to use as best he could.

The walk back to his "headquarters" was uneventful, the ever-present sound of rifles firing sporadically mixed in with the sounds of nature on a cool fall night. It seemed that the rest of the world was content to sit back and watch the brawl. He noted his camouflaged command tent along the path, and quickly made towards it, intent on getting out of his own head and work on opening that of another.

Radio chatter could be heard, no doubt status updates from along the front. He did not have to hear them to guess their contents, stalemate. That's what it had been for months, nothing was soon to change. He passed by his HQ and instead found his smaller, personal living space, knowing Finnick would have left his prisoner here. He dismissed the guard stationed inside to wait by the small entrance as he walked into the canvas room. It was sparse, as expected on the battlefield, with a cot, small stove, desk, and chair. At the center was the pole holding up the thick fabric and tied to it was the still-unconscious bunny.

With a groan of frustration, he knelt and crisply slapped her across her cheek. "Wake up, you carrot-munching bitch! I don't have much time to waste, you know…" He rubbed his palm, slightly sore from the impact, seeing her stirring from her blackout. Firmly grabbing her by the chin, holding her so she was looking at him eye to eye, "'Atta girl, come to now, I need to ask you some fun questions!"

If she was groggy a moment ago, the look of vicious intent woke her up fully. She gasped in a breath, struggling against the ropes and gag she had been placed in. Another firm smack quickly set her straight. "Are you going to behave, Carrots? As much fun as it is I need you in decent shape to answer me…"

She narrowed her eyes before mumbling against the gag. "Oh, what was that?" the Captain asked with a smirk, taking the gag from her maw so she could speak.

"I said… eat dirt and screw off, pred scum!" Her little act of defiance caused her to grin, she had told off the big, scary fox. Nick told himself that she was just seeing the beginning of his little act. He'd break her soon enough. He smiled right back at her.

"Oh, pred scum, hmm?" He voiced sarcastically. Without warning, the Captain grabbed hold of one of her ears with his claws bared, drawing blood as he pulled up, stretching it painfully toward the ceiling but keeping it from tearing. "You think that's really funny, don't you? Come into my home" He gestures around, "and act like an ignorant little kit? No! You're mine, a tool for me, now. Your only purpose is to give me information that my mammals and I will need to help us survive." He twists his paw, digging the claws deeper, drawing a whimper and streams of hot tears from the bunny. "Drill this into your consciousness, and get it through your empty head, that I. Don't. Need. You! I can survive well enough without you here! So, if you even think of being a disobedient bitch again, I will end you! And no, not quickly, but painfully, since you'll have lost any hope for mercy…" He snarled, teeth bared inches from her face.

The bunny was now bawling, pleading for respite from the pain that used to be her left ear and for mercy from the instinctual fear that was now milliseconds from possibly ending her life. She begged for everything to stop, promised that she would share everything and anything, whatever she could get to stop this.

Nick heard what he wanted to hear, and let his act drop. He took his claws from her now slashed and bleeding ear, sitting back and letting his usual smirk occupy his face. Bunnies and their over-sensitive ears. Never fails. "Fine. Stop your blabbering! You're giving me a migraine." His first step was complete, she was broken. "Now… simply tell me your name, prisoner."

She whimpers some more, before looking up, eyes opening, orbs of bright violet meeting deep emerald for the first time as she begins to speak, "J-Judy Hopps"

*LB*

AN:

Well, the official chapter one! I hope you all enjoyed! If the response to the prologue was any indication, I think we're off to an amazing start! I'd love to hear from everyone, so please review! And of course, follow and favorite to keep up to date! Please leave feedback if you like! And remember, it is early in the story so don't get mad at Nick! All will be explained.

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