Dead Man Walking- A Zootopia FanFiction Series

Part 9: Problem

*3rd Person P.O.V*

Turning down the gravel drive, Patrick gently pressed the accelerator down, hearing the low growl of the V8 over the crunching of the stones. Turning right to come adjacent with the front of the house, he shifted into first and gently applied the brake, bringing the GTS to a halt with a gentle jerk as he firmly pressed the brake to bring the car to a complete stop. Shifting into neutral, he pulled the handbrake on and turned off the ignition, withdrawing the keys and sitting back in the seat, taking the quiet moment as it came, turning the day's events over in his mind. Exhaling sharply, he finally ditched his seatbelt, pulling the door latch to open the door, the car rising underneath him as he stepped out. Turning to look at Emmitt as he pulled himself out of the vehicle, he raised his eyebrows and jerked his head towards the house as if to say 'Let's go.'

As Pat approached the door, his hand dipped into his jacket, brushing the butt of his P226 as he reached for the door handle. Putting his ear up to the door, he heard the sounds of the T.V and the clinking of glass bottles. Pat was moving his hand to open the door when it suddenly swung open, startling him enough to pull the pistol half-way out of it's holster, before he was confronted with the drunken face of his mate Riley with a beer in hand. "You know, a-any time nowwww..." He said, slurring the words something horrible as he took a swig of the Corona. Flipping him off with one hand and beckoning Emmitt with the other, Pat stepped inside, accepting a bottle from Riley as he did. Using the hidden blade to pop the cap off, he took a deep swig, welcoming the bitter taste of the alcohol in his throat. Walking into the kitchen, he leant against the sink and gazed out the window, his mind beginning to drift with his eyes. "The last time you looked like that, we took .50 caliber sniper fire." Luke said, seemingly materializing out of nowhere and scaring the crap out of Pat, who almost jumped out of his skin. "I think I need a change of pants now you dickhead." Pat said, trying not to laugh as he did so. Glancing around to behind him, he couldn't find Judy so he asked Luke, "Where's my bunny?" He said, grinning at the uncomfortable look on Luke's face. "I think she was in your room. I think something serious's happened, she seemed pretty upset when I passed her in the hall." Upon hearing this, Pat's face instantly hardened, his brow furrowing and jaw becoming set. Telling Luke to "Grab a beer.", he walked off down the hall towards his room. Easing the door open, he physically flinched when he saw Judy's ears curl protectively around herself as she tried not to shake. Taking slow, gentle steps into the bedroom, his heart turned to acid when he heard a muffled voice whimper "Go Away!"

Struggling to talk through the lump that had formed in his throat, he eventually got out "I'm not going to hurt you darling." At which point his heart broke to see how her face looked as she turned around.

Eyes bloodshot, the flesh around the right eye toned black and purple. He'd never seen a mouth more downturned than hers. Worst of all was the sheer sadness and relief in her eyes when they fell upon him.

*Pat's P.O.V*

As soon as I heard Luke say that she looked upset my heart sank, but I had no idea that this could ever have happened. Her face... Her poor face was bruised almost beyond recognition. Her eye was so puffed up it was almost shut. I didn't have any ice on hand, so I told her, "This is going to hurt." as I pressed the cold bottle against her bruise. My hands shook as she winced. Feeling her fragile frame shake against mine and seeing the tears almost immediately spring to her eyes was one of the most saddening experiences I've ever experienced in my life. As I wrapped my arms around her, forming a cage of bone and flesh around her, I made two decisions in my mind. The first being that nothing like this could ever happen again, and the second being that I was going to murder whoever had done this.

"Who did this to you?" I asked, beginning to tear up myself at how damn ruined she looked by this. "Let's not talk about that now..." She said, her voice choked and raw from sobbing. She reached up and held my cheek, pulling me into a deep kiss that I returned not out of want, but out of need. Breaking away to catch her breath, she picked up the bottle and brought it up to her mouth and took a deep pull. Recovering from my momentary shock, I grabbed the bottle and put it on the bedside table beside me. "There'll be time for that later, okay?" I said, taking a drink myself before kissing her forehead and whispering in her ear, "I'll be back in a minute, alright?" Getting up, I looked back at Judy and saw she'd already curled back up in the fetal position and felt my heart melt. Wiping my eyes, I straightened my back and walked out, taking the beer with me.

Walking down the length of the hall was all it took for my blood to boil and my fists to clench so hard that I felt my nails break the skin and my knuckles begin to crack one after the other. Reaching the end of the hall, I felt rather than heard Luke move up next to me. "Is she alright?" He asked, recoiling when I looked at him, my eyes spitting flame. "She looks like she's been molested then assaulted and that's because she probably has. How could this happen Luke?" I said, the defiance in my voice shattering and my eyes starting to swim again at the last sentence. "I really don't know how it could have happened." He said, his eyes conveying the sympathy he felt for me and Judy. "Do you know who though?" I asked, desperate for an answer. Sighing, Luke looked around before lowering his voice to gently say in my ear "I suspect Riley. I mean, he's the only one that's been around her since we got back." Upon hearing this, my hands re-curled into fists as I prepared to go and smash Riley's head in, but then Luke indicated to behind me. I turned around and saw Judy standing there, tear-stained fur and all. Leading me by the hand back into our room, I spun her by the shoulder and said, "You could have gotten dressed before you came down you know?" I said, my eyes travelling up and down her naked body, hungry for her lust. Almost losing control, I subdued myself at the last second, barely stopping myself from leaping on her bare body and ruting her then and there. Looking at me with sadness and hunger in her eyes, she pulled me into bed, frantically pulling at my clothes while rubbing the bulge in my pants...

TBC...

A.N: Hi Everyone,

Daddy Drooks here.

Just letting everyone know that the reason all these chapters got uploaded today was because I'd already written them and only just got around to uploading today.

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