I'm not sure exactly where this idea came from. I've been working on this for a couple of weeks and it's been getting in the way of other projects. I finally finished it and started to think I should wait till Halloween to post it but it's been bugging me since I placed the last period. So I'm going to get it out of my way. WARNING! The following content may be disturbing to some readers. So suck it up and read it anyway! You can blame Combatengineer for the ending.

A/N:

The large metal door groaned against the pressure of being forced open. The room beyond was dark and cold, vacant but for the sole occupant. Reaching for the lights, a grey furred rabbit was halted by the single word she heard muttered from the dark.

"Judy?" Frozen in place as she heard someone take a deep sniff of the air. "Judy! Are you...all…"

'My name? He's never said my name before?' It was the single thought she was able to process before being interrupted.

"Carrots," he all but growled, "what's going on?"

'So much for the moment.'

Judy flipped the light switch on, filling the room with a bright light that had her wincing at the sudden change. The fox sitting on the bare concrete floor, his legs bound together and his arms tied behind his back and around the rusty pole with paint peeling away, didn't notice with the blindfold he was wearing. He did, however, notice when the blindfold was roughly yanked off his head.

She watched as he blinked several times, trying to adjust his new found vision. He scanned the room, no doubt taking stock of his situation. Six rabbits in total were in the room with him, four bucks and two does. When his eyes landed on her she felt the room get colder. His emerald greens shimmered with the fire of hate and betrayal.

She barely noticed the baton as it swung down across the top of his snout. Fortunate for him, they put the muzzle on before he woke up. Now his eyes were on the buck that held the weapon. There wasn't much he could do as the four of them moved around him and held his arms still. The other doe produced a table no higher than his chest, and set it to his side. Judy helped to weigh it down with old dumbbells. She then watched as the bucks pulled one of his arms out of the restraints before tying it to the table. His hand was then strapped to a special piece of wood that forced his fingers to be splayed out.

Judy wasn't sure why they were doing this, expecting they might want blood samples for some reason. Perhaps to show that predators indeed did suffer from some sort of biological degradation that made them go savage. When the other doe pulled out a pair of pliers, Judy instantly knew something was wrong.

"What are you doing?" She asked.

"Declawing him." The other doe flatly stated.

"Why? He's tied up. He can't hurt any of us." She tried to argue. One of the bucks in the room put a paw on her shoulder to try and reassure her.

"We have to, Judy. Foxes are very crafty, we have to make sure he can't hurt anyone else."

"Anyone else? Who has he hurt?" She asked, searching for anything to ease the guilt in her stomach.

"Well, no one that we know of, but he's a predator and a fox on top of everything. We know he's hurt someone before. Think of this as delivering justice." She thought the idea over. Tossing different arguments back and forth in her mind before she was interrupted. "You can leave if you want. I know something like this can be hard to watch for the first time."

"Oh, please stay!" The deceptively cheery voice came from the fox tied to the ground but his gaze showed none of the cheerfulness his voice spoke. "I insist."

The buck who had been talking to her swung his baton again. Catching the muzzle by the tip and bending it into his deep purple nose. By the odd angle it pushed in, Judy was certain his nose was broken. The buck then pressed the tip under his jaw and forced him to look straight up.

"You just keep your mouth shut fox. Or we'll sew it shut for you." She watched as a trail of blood began dripping off the metal wire and onto the dark blue uniform he wore. It was pouring from his nose so profusely that it quickly pooled and spilled over onto the brass badge he wore on his chest. Judy couldn't help but watch as the words pressed into the metal were soon outlined in blood.

It took a moment for Nick to get the stars out of his eyes. Once he did, he snarled at the rabbit holding the baton to his throat.

"Don't worry fox, we'll be pulling those pearly whites out later." The other bucks chuckled at the threat. When Judy looked to the other doe, she was shocked by the smile across her muzzle. The buck then stepped back and Judy watched as the other doe used the pliers to grasp a claw and slowly pull it out. The pain filled gasp and the blood that started dripping from his finger caused her to look away. Her eyes instantly resting on the now red words.

Trust. He wasn't the first predator she had led to the group. All of them had trusted her at some point and she'd betrayed them all.

Integrity. Could she claim to have any when she turned a blind eye to what the group was doing?

Bravery. Would she be brave enough to do what needed to be done?

Several days had passed since she last saw officer Wilde, he was kept in a part of the compound she wasn't permitted in yet. Her visit to see Wilde had been a test to see how she would react to their...methods. Apparently she'd failed. It was only proof to herself that this was all wrong, so she continued her planning in secret till her sensitive ears picked up footsteps outside her door. She quickly closed the notebook and slid it to the back of the drawer at her desk before the door opened.

KNOCK KNOCK

"Come in." She called to which the door opened and in walked Mack, the buck that ran 'interrogations' with something rolled up under one arm. "Hey! What's that?"

"I brought you something. Thought it would help you.." he looked away bashfully while shrugging his shoulders. "I don't know, get used to things around here."

"That's very sweet Mack, what is it?" Judy watched as Mack gave her a big excited grin as he lay the package on the ground before giving it a shove and the material unraveled. The blue fabric had been a cover for what was really inside. It took Judy a moment to recognize what this gift truly was. At her feet lay a rug with cream colored edges. The four corners extending out to dark tips. The whole it covered in a familiar red colored fur. Fur that belonged to...

Judy sat up in her bed screaming at the top of her lungs. When she was finally out of breath she started panting while she tried to blink the sleep from her eyes. Looking around she realized she was in her room and soon felt a paw on her shoulders.

"Judy? Are you ok?" A deep soothing voice asked.

"Y-yeah." She shakily replied. "Just a nightmare." He pulled her back to bed and leaned over to kiss her cheek. The same one with three hidden scars.

"Don't worry, he can't hurt you anymore." The buck cooed as he pulled the fox skin blanket back over their shoulders.

A/N:

So, some bad new for my followers. I recently had to attend a meeting at my kids school. I wasn't really paying attention to what was being said. When the guy asked if anyone wanted a club sandwich I raised my hand. Turns out he actually asked who wanted to be cubmaster. So if anyone asks where I've disappeared to just let them know I'm probably in the woods trying to find where little Johnny ran off to.

J/K I knew what I was volunteering for. I grew up doing cub scouts and then boy scouts. Now my boys get the chance to do the same thing and I want to make sure their experiences will be as fun as mine were. I won't stop writing I just wont' be updating as often.

And, um…I promise to take good care of little Johnny. Next time.