Hey everyone! Yeah its me, sorry for the late chapter, I was getting stuck in some other Zootopia Stories on this site, and I'm proud to say that I enjoyed every single one of them. I'm sorry if my post consistency has faltered slightly, but I had to take a break, other wise the quality of the story might have been hit just a little bit. I really appreciate all the support and feedback I've gotten from all of you! It really helps with the progression and my own aims as to what you all wish to see.
Some major suggestions are needed for the next chapter though, of specifically which region of Zootopia you would like to see next, or perhaps if you want a flash back from the PRED main base or training day. There are a few places I could go now, but all of YOU can chose what you'd like to see. I'm not gonna bother starting a poll for this, so the option that gets the most responses will be what happens next.
Love you all!
"Who's the bunny?" Finnick growled, revving the van's engine to keep the SUV's in sight.
"Not now" Nick sighed, turning back to look at Judy.
She appeared shocked. But Nick knew she was just coping. He shouldn't have roped her into any of this. A cop on their side was helpful, especially the ZPD's finest bunny officer, but Nick didn't want to break her. He didn't have the time to pick up the pieces and mend her.
"Go back there and pick up some firepower. We're taking him down, dead or alive" Finnick grumbled.
Nick just clambered over the divider between the seats.
The van swerved left.
"Woah!" Nick yelped, rolling around in the back due to Finnick's reckless driving.
After regaining his feet thanks to the helpful paws of Judy, Nick began rummaging through one of two wooden trunks situated on either side of the room.
There was a massive belt fed machine gun… but no ammo.
Nick sighed.
Next was a… oh.
Oh yes.
That'll do.
"Dead or alive right?" Nick called up to the front of the van.
"Yeah" Finnick snarled, driving behind a large truck carrying a container, using it as cover. Their van had caught up with the SUV's and it seemed that they had more guns in their cars because they had started to use them.
"Perfect"
"Is there… is there anything I can do to help?" Judy asked, flooring nick and his plan temporarily.
"Ummm" Nick looked over to the trunk, before glancing back at Judy.
Quickly snatching an item out of the trunk Nick held it out to her, "I most likely won't need this, but if I do, toss it out the front window onto the roof" Nick pointed up, "I'll take it from there"
"What are you going to do with that?" Judy gestured to the item hanging on his shoulder.
"Loud stuff" the fox grinned, and the bunny just let out an 'oh' before she sat, back, the weapon resting across her lap.
The fox opened the double doors to the back of the Van.
"They're behind the truck" Mitch said to his colleagues, flipping a clip out of his gun and holding his paw out for a new one. The grey vixen handed him one.
"Sir, they're out from behind the truck. There's Wilde!" the fox in the passenger seat of the SUV said, pointing, "and he's got a…" the fox's mouth dropped as Wilde stepped out onto the top of the chasing van, the elongated tube that rested on his shoulder swiveling in their direction.
"FLOOR IT!" Mitchell shouted at the driver.
Nick fired the rocket launcher.
The SUV behind them exploded.
Mitch could see the flaming wreckage of the other vehicle from the rear view mirror, his gaze remaining on it until it was a red dot in the distance.
"Get us along side them" Mitch snarled, leaning forward so he could take off his trench coat, revealing the black tactical vest underneath.
Mitch then kicked the door open, which was broken off its hinges due to another passing truck.
"Get to the FOB, I'll be there soon" when there was no traffic between the SUV and Wilde's van, Mitch jumped.
"NOW JUDY!" Nick called out, quickly reaching over the back and throwing the rocket launcher into the rear of the van before standing up on the roof again.
The last thing Wilde had seen was Brian jumping through the air onto their van.
The wolf stood in front of him, knife drawn.
A blade came flying up from the front of the van, flying end over end before Nick caught it.
Judy had tossed him the machete.
"Those were my men" Brian reached behind his back, unsheathing two knives.
The machete was probably the worst choice in this situation, but Nick would have to make do.
"And those were my men in Alaska and Russia" Nick gave the machete a few experimental swings as the air wished past them, "let's tango asshole"
The wolf surged forward.
Judy looked up at the ceiling of the van, listening to the thumps, snarls and roars of the two animals fighting. Finnick had told her that the wolf they were chasing had jumped over to their van.
He was stalling for time.
"AH!" that was Nick, Judy thought, unconsciously clenching her paws.
"DIE ALREADY!" A deeper voice roared. That was the Wolf.
Judy stood up and shot to the front of the van, "Finnick please, pull over somewhere, we have to help Nick" Judy pleaded with the driving fox.
"That's exactly what the wolf wants" Finnick retorted gruffly, but some of his anger was dissipating. He knew that Mitch was fucking good with those two meat carvers of his, Finnick was on the squad in Russia and he'd heard of Alaska.
Nick wasn't the best blade in the business but he made do with what he had. Mitch was an expert with quick and bloody knife killings.
"If we stop following that Van, I'm not gonna be able to find out who just tried to set up a hit in my restaurant"
Judy put a paw on his shoulder, "is that more important than Nick's life?"
Finnick grimaced.
Nick was bleeding and groaning when the van started to turn.
Mitch hadn't let his cutting practice stop apparently.
"I've still got the nickname 'Butcher' you know?" Mitch grinned, having stepped away from Nick. He had a few cuts and bruises, but no where near as many as Wilde. There was a particularly large one across his chest, but Nick had lost the function of his right arm to trade that.
So when the van suddenly changed from a small turn to a sharp turn, both Animals were thrown off their feet.
Blades were imbedded into the metal of the van to keep their owners from falling onto the highway.
"Finnick what the FUCK are you doing?!" Nick roared to the front of the van, looking to his left to see Mitchel hanging on for dear life.
"Getting you out alive!" the smaller fox called back.
"What about the SUV?" Nick yelled out, letting his injured arm hang.
"We've got the wolf"
At this, Mitch and Nick eyes met.
'That' look swept across Mitchell's face.
He knew that he was the only source of information as to where the SUV went, and therefore who had hired them.
"Fuck" Mitchell looked at Wilde, grinning, "well if it's any consolation, you were a great captain" Mitch let go of his blades.
For Nick, time slowed down. His mind was already running through the possible opportunities as to how he was going to save Mitch.
There were only a few things he could do.
Only one made it possible for him and Mitch to make it out alive. But it would hurt.
Nick let go of his blade a millisecond after Mitch did, and with an added push off of the van, he leapt in Mitch's direction, grabbing ahold of one of his daggers.
Mitch had closed his eyes, so he seriously didn't expect to feel claws dig into his shoulder.
"PULL THE VAN OVER FINNICK!" Nick roared, keeping himself from screaming.
Brian opened his eyes, seeing that Nick was holding onto him with the arm that he had shived, and had his face gritted in pain.
The wolf punched Nick's arm, and the fox howled in pain.
A kick to the face from Nick, and Mitch was unconscious, dangling from the side of the van.
"FUCKING PULL THE VAN OVER!" Wilde snarled, the lance of fire known as pain sweeping up his arm and frothing from where the blade had sliced at his bone.
The van took an off ramp, taking them so another side of the city.
They were headed to the docks.
Cassandra was waiting for them. Finnick had called ahead it seemed.
Judy didn't miss the look of fire between the two of them, but chose to ignore it, instead hopping out of the van and running around the side of it.
The unconscious form of the wolf, Brian Mitchell, fell to the earth, and Judy semi caught the tired form of Nick.
"Here" Cassandra swarmed forward, lifting Nick up from one side, as Judy helped Nick cradle his injured arm.
"He's got about" Judy looked over Nick's form, "three severe cuts, two of which need to be closed immediately"
"And here I was thinking that It'd be more than a knife that would kill me" Nick groaned, as he limped towards a small office within the warehouse they had arrived in.
Judy and Cassandra were on his sides, keeping him up.
"You'll live" Judy whispered, but the uncertain gaze from Cassandra gave her doubt. Nick was covered in a lot of blood, and it seemed to be mostly his.
"Up" Cassandra lifted Nick onto the metal table, letting him rest back.
"Judy" Cassandra still kept her gaze on Nick, who was staring right back at her, "go to my car, open the boot, and I want you to get the blowtorch and the metal pole that's in there"
"Heat treatment?" Nick wheezed, his eyes slowly fading, "are you serious?"
"Hurry Judy" Cassandra kept her paws on Nick's injuries, pathetically trying to keep the blood from escaping.
"Take your time carrots" Nick grinned, "not like I'm dying here or anything" Nick closed his eyes, his breathing was short.
"HURRY!" Cassandra almost screamed, but before she could turn to the shell shocked Judy and yell more, Finnick stepped into the office, a heated metal pole being held in one hand with the end of it glowing an angry yellow.
"Move Cass" Finnick ordered calmly, and Cassandra stepped away from Nick.
The metal made contact with the cut area and Wilde screamed.
He screamed two more times before passing out.
"So what do we do with him?" Cassandra was resting against a metal support pillar with her arms crossed, Finnick to her right, hands in his pockets.
They were both watching the unconscious form of Brian Mitchell, who had his arms tied behind the opposing pilar he was resting against.
"Wait for Nick" Finnick grumbled.
"But what if Nick-"
"We wait. For. Nick." Finnick was firm with his words, not bothering to look back towards the small office building where Nick lay.
It would be close. Finnick had practically cooked each of Nick's cuts, especially the deep one in his shoulder, and that might keep him alive.
He would have burnt patches of fur, but it was better than him dying.
"You can't know if he's going to make it" Cassandra muttered.
"He has to" the small fox had a distant look but Cassandra knew what he was thinking about.
Pawaii.
There was a tense silence.
"That's Judy Hopps, isn't it?"
Cassandra was quiet. That was all Finnick needed to know.
"When she stepped into the restaurant I thought it was Jess" Finnick admitted honestly, shrugging his shoulders, "but I know what happened to Stride"
"We saved her from a burning car, she had a broken leg and was basically on the verge of sleep. She would have been cooked alive if we had left her" Cassandra informed him.
Finnick turned to gaze up at her, "so that was both of you who drove those cars into a building?"
Cassandra nodded.
"So why is she still here?"
"I'm here because I'm going to help Nick catch Harold" Judy walked up to them, "and then Nick is going to jail"
She sounded so sure of herself.
Finnick barked out a laugh, smiling at Judy as he wiped away an imaginary tear, "you think captain Wilde is just going to go peacefully off into some cell after he guts that rabbit fuck?" Finnick then adopted a cruel smirk, "you got another thing coming bunny"
Judy just frowned and narrowed her eyes. She wasn't about to have an argument with a PRED assassin.
"What do we do with him?" Judy changed the subject.
"Wait on Nick's orders, he'll know what to do" Finnick responded automatically, all of them now facing the black wolf.
Nick had got him with a really good kick.
Wilde had been here before. This was his least favorite memory. Contrary to popular scientific belief, when an animal goes savage, it's not a blank memory that takes up the period of time which the animal went savage, one actually remembers every detail.
"Nick!" purple eyes pleaded just like the bunny they belonged to.
Jessica was injured, bruised and wounded, yet she still managed to stand. She was always a fighter. Jessica was one of the strongest PRED operatives.
"Nick please" it was pointless. The fox slowly padded forward from the other side of the room. The metal doors were locked shut on both sides of the observatory, just how Harold had planned it. Wilde had stepped in, seen Jessica, and was instantly darted.
All Nick's body could do was growl. Jessica was his prey.
He was the predator.
Realising that there was no way out of this situation, especially with the blood thirsty fox in front of her, Jessica did the only thing she could do.
Standing up straight, the bunny took a deep breath, taking in everything she could, before opening both eyes and mentally taking in her approaching death.
"Nicholas Piberius Wilde" she smiled now, even as a few tears began to streak from her eyes, "You have always been by my side… since the beginning of all this, and it's you who I chose. I love you"
Jessica closed her eyes.
The fox pounced.
She did not scream, she didn't make a noise.
Nick bit down on her neck before he started with the rest of her body, focusing on killing his prey before consuming it.
When Wilde would come to his senses in a cell later, he would remember what he did, and instantly throw up.
He would be rescued from his cell by two PRED members, each who would die in the Pawaii riots a few minutes later.
Nicholas Wilde woke up.
The light stung, even if he'd been asleep for only a few hours.
"Welcome back to the land of the living" that was Judy who said that.
"It's great to be back" Nick said dryly, sitting up slowly. He had been lying on the cold metal table for a few hours, and his body was now stiff and sore. His wounds ached.
"You used the fucking pole" Nick grumbled, looking at his singed shoulder wound, as well as his chest and bicep.
"I didn't" Judy was quiet, standing by the side of the table and watching as Nick pulled his shirt back on, "Finnick did"
"You didn't stop him," Nick complained.
"I didn't exactly want to see you die" Judy grumbled, wanting nothing more that to punch him in the arm, but didn't because he was still wounded.
"So you do care!" Nick exclaimed, forcing himself off the table and onto his two, very shaky, legs.
"You're unbearable" Judy pawed her face, frowning as Nick just grinned at her.
"I'll take that as a compliment" Nick jested, and made to step out of the small office room.
"Nick!" Judy called quickly before he stepped out, getting the fox to turn around, one of his eyebrows raised in query.
"Our deal" she noticed how he twitched, very slightly, "are you still going to go through with it?"
Nick sighed, deciding to rest against the door instead of remain standing. He was still very tired.
"In all honesty, I'm not sure anymore" he raised his hands in a defensive gesture before she could respond, despite the pain in his right arm for doing so, "but wait, it doesn't have to do with me being afraid of the slammer. It has to do with Harold"
Judy was silent, so Nick took that as a queue to continue.
"He's working for someone. That's all I know, but whoever he is working for, is something bigger than all of us, maybe even PRED" Nick kept his eyes locked with Judy, "whatever this organisation... this PRAI, is up to... it's something big. Bigger than Pawaii, and even bigger than Zootopia" Nick rubbed at his eyes with one paw, "Harold is just a small player on a much bigger board, and if I were to give myself up after dealing with him, I'd be powerless to stop the rest of them when I'm behind bars"
Judy looked to the ground, absorbed in her own thoughts.
"We might have to rehash our deal fluff…" Nick opened the door now, stepping out, "but until then, I'm going to ask our friend Mitch a few questions"
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