nA/N: Hey guys!Midyears a-coming, and it's stress overload as I have to get into the best class to take my favourite subjects! But meanwhile, I'll continue to upload these + one one-shot on the weekends. Dig your teeth into this. Enjoy~

The Good Fight

'Well… we're surrounded. What now?' I muttered to Judy, the scheming bunny I've known ever since that fateful day at Jumbeaux's Café. 'We fight. Try not to die, okay?' She whispered to me sweetly as both of us holstered our standard pistols, clipping ammunition packs to our body armour for quick refills.

They began, one by one. Hands steady.

Boom

Boom

Click Click

Boom Boom

Click Click

Four down. Twelve to go. The alpha stood at the back, growling. Suddenly, 6 of them pounced on us at the same time, leaving us with approximately 0.3 milliseconds to react. We didn't take it.

I felt the wind getting knocked out of me. Paws raised. Pushing the lumps of rabid… no… feral Canis Lupus from my body armour. Pistols… did nothing in this situation. Dodging the bites they were trying to take at me, I rolled over towards Judy and took out a standard issue police dagger, stabbing one of the dogs trying to have a Judy sandwich.

The blood split over the rock hard graphite, marking the trail of blood. However, some of those were of animal pain, and some weren't. Stabbing those which tried to make Judy their meal helped to stop the liquid indicator of pain from flowing from Judy's… wait… Judy was bleeding! I brought up the knife, mindful of the trio of canines trying to bite through my body armour, stabbing mercilessly into the being that was attempting to kill my Carrots.

Cheek bleeding, making… scars (why does it almost match my claws…), Judy picked herself up. Three shots were all it took to finish off those gnawing through my body armour.

Now the alpha. It tossed itself at us, drooling non-stop, a bloodthirsty look in its eyes. I got the honour of finishing it off. It was a clean cut with the dagger that did the job.

16 dead bodies. None deserving for what they did, but necessary for survival. 'Let's go.' I nudged her in the shoulder, hinting we should get in the car.

Judy's POV

'Well… Nick. Don't worry about me. I'm… alright.' I caressed my cheek like how my mother did on that fateful day where Gideon Grey, childhood bully, had left scars. This encounter had literally reopened some old scars. Now blood dripped slowly from it like a broken tap.

'Well… Carrots. It's already dusk. Why not we get into this building here 'Nick pointed to the nearest, least wrecked building which was next to us,' and get ourselves some shut-eye, eh? You need to rest that wound always Carrots. And perhaps some antiseptic on that to clean up the wound.' He pulled up the SUV and we unloaded all the material we needed to fortify and barricade up the place from any ferals.

(45 mins later)

'Ah…much better!' We had just boarded up the windows, added laser wire traps, some decoys, the usual stuff. Setting up the inflatable mattress and pillows took a quick two minutes. We cleaned up (at separate corners… for obvious reasons) and polished our body armour before taking it out. Afterwards, we had some chow (baked beans, dried nuts… the usual dry packed food.)

As we laid on the mattress, Nick piped up. 'So… why you do have a scar on your cheek?' He placed his claws on the scar, confirming for himself as a match. 'Was it a fox?' He asked it really not because he didn't know, but he wanted to prompt Judy speak.

'Well… Nick… So when I was a child, there was this one fox… Gideon Gray.' Nick commented, 'Well, never knew there was another fox in the Burrows.' I continued my narrative. 'He had carrot-brown fur, pudgy face… you get the picture, right?' He nodded.

'Well, after I announced on stage in a play that I wanted to be a police officer, he went to steal some of my friends' tickets. I thought that I was being a real cop when I stood up to him for the tickets.' Nick inhaled, knowing how this would probably end. 'I told him off, asked him to return those tickets.' He just snarled and stuffed those tickets in his pocket. Judy tried her best impersonation of Gideon's country accent. 'Come get 'em. But watch out, 'cause I'm a fox. And like you said in your dumb little stage play, us predators used to eat prey.' Nick shuddered at both the country accent and the way he spoke. No wonder Judy brought fox repellent when she first met him.

'He then shoved me to the ground pretty darn hard. But I served him really good, got his face with a solid hit of this foot', pointing my left foot, 'made us equal, you know?' Nick nodded, motioning for me to continue. 'Well… he then slapped me in the face, then clawed my cheek, making it bleed…' She faltered, remembering what happened. 'He told me that I wouldn't be anything more than just a stupid, carrot-farming dumb bunny. But at least I got the tickets back.' Nick softened. 'I'll get him back for ya, Carrots. Just so you know.' Nick muttered softly under his breath. 'No need, he apologised to me after… you know the press conference. He's now working with my parents as a blueberry pie baker. He also kind of contributed to helping me to solve the Night Howlers Case by showing that Night Howlers were actually flowers, not howling wolves.' 'Ah.' He replied. 'Err… that wound of yours much better now?' I nodded. 'Yeah, it stopped dripping blood earlier. I think it's fine now, just a mere cosmetic difference.'

'That's what you think.' A mysterious voice appeared out of nowhere, addressing us both.

A/N: Boom! Who is this mysterious voice? Is this bad? Find out more on the next chapter! Hope you enjoyed this short chapter, will be back with more next week! Going to start work on my one-shot series now. Peace out.