Guest- Don't worry- there are naturally going to be some unrealistic things- especially in a story like this. Talking animals? What in the heavens!?

JGgirl- Oh so true.

SomeRandomGuy72- Child with special abilities forcibly given by experimentation? I can only hope I don't get sued... (glances out window nervously)

Smile456- Pokemon! Don't you think we're getting a little ahead of ourselves? nervous chuckle*. But on a serious note, a crossover story is something I'd totally do in the future. And don't worry... there's still romance that has yet to come.

Guest- Relatable? Realistic? Psychotic foxes, middle school relationships that actually work out? Lack of military intervention?! Wait, I need to stop before I completely roast my own story at the stake. But anyways- some things won't line up with reality. It's just how fiction storytelling is most times.

Ethan the Yoshi- Perhaps it's chilly? ;D

Junick is awesome- I can't confirm or deny any of that except that I can't put an OC due to the story already being written. I already have the plot mapped out, so putting a new character in that I don't already have planned would complicate things to an extreme amount. Interesting sounding character, though! And also, thank you!

Author's Comment: School is a harrowing time, I must say. I miss the summer, when I had all the time in the world to write to my hearts content. Oh, how I long for the freedom...

Anyways, this chapter gets pretty dark at some points, so if you're squeamish, skip the Vince section. Vince's dark mannerism and his brutal character development is completely necessary, I swear. Just trust me on this.

And what about Jasper? What a strange little twerp he is. Anyways, don't let me keep you waiting... as always, enjoy chapter (insert number here)!

Kygo POV

"Okay, okay Jasper" I begin, "let's not kill anyone. Is that okay?"

He breathes as he shakes his head, silently implying that I'm the one at a loss of knowledge. However, I know Vince would go to any extreme to kill his former relatives. Even inhumane experimentation. This is no robot. This is a child who looks to be a mere thirteen or fourteen year old, that had been turned into a monster.

"You don't understand" he sighs, "it's not like I have a choice".

He attempts to move past me, but I scoot in front of him once again.

"Jasper, please" I speak once more, "there's another way..."

"No, you really don't get it! I don't have a choice!" he spits, knocking me to the pavement, "There's no other way besides suicide".

I squint my eyes, taking in the words I've told myself quite often.

"You want to... kill yourself?"

He rolls his eyes with an audible sigh.

"No, I don't. I don't want to die. But to opt out... it's suicide. He'll kill me" he cries, "he'll kill me!"

I can see the tears running down his face as I crawl backwards, still on my back. My eyes grow wide as he breathes through his nose, scrunching up his fists in frustration.

"I'll help you" I say desperately as he passes me, "you don't have to face him alone!"

Jasper looks back at me one more time with watery eyes, biting his lip. I can tell that he isn't evil; he's simply doing what he feels is the only way. He doesn't want to kill, but he's been turned into a killing machine.

"If I face him" he speaks, "that's suicide too. I can't live without him. I'm just a machine..." he trails off.

I stare in wonder, not quite catching his gist.

"And I need fuel" he continues, "and Vince... he's the only one who can keep me alive. I'm not... I'm not alive anymore. I don't know what I am".

And with that, he sprinted away down the street, heading for the library that I know the others are seeking refuge in.

I lift my paw in attempt to intervene, but know the action is futile. There's no way this time.

However, just as I seem to give up, someone taps me on the shoulder. I turn to face a former ally of mine, Officer Riley, a huge rhinoceros with eyes that appear dire.

"Where the hell did he go!?" he asks me, obviously referring to Jasper, the experiment.

"Library" I mutter, getting to my feet, "he went to the library".

"So, let's go!" he ordered, grabbing me by the arm, forgetting the fact that I earlier practically shot someone's face off. However, as we begin to run, I find a bright spot in the middle of the darkness:

At least you're not alone.


Vince POV

"And who is this?" I ask as I enter the back room, my hands on my hips as I observe our newest prisoner. Although I'm curious to hear any news regarding the success of my experiment, a little fun to pass the time is never a bad thing.

"This" Trevon begins, "is Officer Stanley!" he continues tauntingly, gesturing to the forlorn chimpanzee. I observe a few of my henchman holding his arms behind him as he sinks down on his knees, trying his best to ignore the unmistakable scent of irony blood from my earlier executions.

"Oh, an Officer!" I speak with a sadistic smile, moving in close to look him in the eye, "boy, am I grateful for your service!"

"Caught him sneaking around outside, investigatin' or something. Well, he got a little bit more than he bargained for, ain't that right, boss?" Harvey, my newest hire speaks. Harvey is a gigantic gorilla with a face of coldness; his demeanor reminding me of a brutal killer. I'm considering placing him as my third in command, under myself and Trevon, my most trusty acquaintance.

"How right you are, Harvey" I say, examining the eyes of the sunken chimpanzee before me, "now you, dear officer. Please talk to me. Tell me why you're so... eager to pay me a visit. I'm only curious".

He speaks with a shaky voice, obviously rattled.

"Go to hell" he spits, "my entire squad will be here soon... and when they do..."

I chuckle loudly, my voice echoing off of the surrounding metal walls.

"Do you know what we do to threats?" I ask him, raising an eyebrow, "we have a right to defend ourselves, right?"

"That doesn't justify shit. You're the one in the wrong. You've killed-"

I cover his mouth with my paw, narrowing my eyes.

"Shhh" I start, tilting my head, studying his mind further, "don't yell, please. It gets loud in here, with the metal walls and all. Makes my head hurt. Do you know what it's like to have a migraine?"

His rapid breathing increases in pace and unsteadiness as his eyes dart around the room.

"Listening to your voice" he jokes defiantly, "now that's a head-acher"

I grab him by the neck, squeezing his throat, threatening to dig my claws into his skin.

"Now, now" I grunt, "there's no need for... insults. It's immature, at least in my eyes. However, I do think it'd be could if you could relate to me a bit more. After all, we're gonna be great friends. The best of friends, that's what we'll be. There's always a hurricane in my head. It never goes away, and obviously, you don't feel the same way. You're still an officer... you're still taken seriously".

I laugh to myself.

"And who woulda' thought that you'd be here now, all alone. Where's your fellow officers? Huh? Out having a little confab with a couple of donuts in the cruiser?"`

"Shut up!" he bellows to me, "shut up!"

"Oh, but we're getting somewhere, aren't we now? We relate a bit more. You're angry, I'm angry. You look at me as a devil, I look at you as another little demon that's out for blood. But, there's still one thing left to cover..."

He shakes his head in bemused fashion, clenching his teeth together.

"What?" he asks.

"The hurricane... the migraine... the voices. Well, maybe not so much those" I snicker, "but we're gonna make some progress!"

With that, I gesture for the process to begin, and Harvey lays a crushing blow to his head with his gigantic fist, knocking him to the floor, his face now bloodied.

"Oh, wow!" I marvel, "what... a... hit! Ole' Stanley just got knocked outta' the park!"

He spits blood from his mouth and on to the cold ground, his eyes still screaming defiance.

"Gonna have to hit me-"

"Harder than that" I finish his sentence for him, grinning as I do so, "yeah, don't worry, sport. The game only gets more exciting as it goes on!"

I claw him across his face violently, his cheek now sliced open to reveal his teeth and jaw. He gurgles on blood as he holds his hand up, trying to stop me, but I continue slicing at him, opening flesh with each new blow.

Although his screams are significant in volume, when I slice into his left eye, his shrieks reach new heights.

"Oh my god!" he screeches, "oh god! Oh god! OH GOD!"

I bite my lips as I hold back a sizable smile, standing up and crossing my arms as I witness him roll around on the floor in agony.

"My eye! My eye! MY EYE!"

I roll my eyes, kicking him lightly as if it were just a joke.

"Aw, come on, Stans! It's just a little game, right?"

He refuses to answer, simply continuing to wail as the flesh on his face hangs off, blood and fluids leaking from his sliced open eyeball.

I groan, slicing him across the face viciously once more, resulting in quite interesting consequences once again.

His tongue hangs off of his mouth in grotesque fashion, as though the last bit of flesh could tear, and it could fall clean off. I glance over at my bloody claws as if I'm impressed with them as my henchman clap, enjoying the show.

"Wow, oh wow!" I exclaim, "hey, Trevon, mind if you give that thing a tug?"

He bends over and takes hold of the chimpanzees tongue against his will, and rips the remainder of it out of his mouth with a laugh, holding it up like a trophy as the chimp's eyes roll back in his head, the pain too much to comprehend.

"What have you done, Trevon?" I ask in a mock-upset tone, "you've left our friend here at a loss of words! Whatta' shame! Now, he can't answer my questions!".

I glare back down at the now convulsing primate as he chokes on his own blood more and more, his life slipping away.

"What's that you cops say?" I start, "always chase your dreams? Well, how are you feeling about that now? How do you feel when I tell you that as long as I'm here, all these cops... they're just target practice. They're all little toys to me".

He flips me off through his difficult breaths as he struggles to stop his seizure like motions, and I nod with my eyes closed.

"I'm so glad we've gotten to know each other" I taunt him, stomping on his hand, crushing his defiant gesture with the sound of snapping bones. I stomp on his arm again with all my might, breaking it effectively.

At this point, he can probably hardly register the torture, but it's still worth a shot.

"Boss" Trevon speaks, "would you like me turn this lil' headache into a full-blown migraine?"

I shake my head, placing my hand on my companions shoulder.

"Usually, I'd let you, but today..." I trail off, staring over at Harvey intently, "I think I'll let the new kid on the block do the honors".

The gorilla before me smiles as he takes a look at the nearly dead chimp.

"I'll show you who's the best primate!"

He brings his bulky fist down on his skull, breaking his face in several places and crushing his nose, and then he lifts his fist up once more, giving the chimp no time to recoil. He brings it down once more with a crunching sound that rings around the room, blood splattering on to the floor and the nearby wall.

As he lifts up his fist once more, I study his gruesome features; his head now beginning to cave in as the ape pounds his face. His mouth becomes a scarlet mush, and his cheekbones sink in.

The gorilla mercilessly brings his fist down even harder, much to my delight, squashing his face into a near-pancake as more fluids and blood spill out on to the floor.

At this point, his body stops convulsing, and I know he's dead. However, it's always good to make a statement to those other cops out there...

As he brings his fist down one more time with incredible power, I watch him stare at the mangled corpse with a twisted expression, which I simply roll my eyes at with a cynical smile.

"Okay, Harvey" I say, "you've done enough".

He hops off of the busted corpse, wiping his hands together mockingly.

"Wow, boss!" he speaks in amazement, "his head looks like a buncha' scrambled eggs or somethin'!".

I chuckle in amusement at the comparison, noticing the striking similarities for myself.

"Right!" I say, "now, drag it outside and fry it, would you?" I ask, referring to out tendency to burn bodies. He nods in response, grabbing the corpse by the leg and beginning to tug it into our only room with a chimney of sorts.

"And if his squad does show up" I start, "well, I can't wait to meet them".


Nick POV
The stares all around us remind me of my first few days at school; days that looking back now, I feel as though I could easily handle. From that point on, my life has become infinitely more interesting, although constantly perilous. The dire situations never seem to stop hurling themselves at me.

"Melvin!" Violet stammers, attempting to wake him up, "come on! You need to wake up!"

He's still breathing, which is a good thing, but he refuses to wake. Considering there's a super-villain like child on our tails, it's only fitting that we have something holding us back from really escaping.

"He needs to wake up" my mother panics, "that thing isn't far behind".

As Violet attempts to jar Melvin back to reality, I notice Judy simply staring out the window, her eyes looking empty. Her arms fall at her sides numbly, the fear of being tracked down by the mysterious child not seeming to bother her.

"Judy" I say to her as I appear at her side, "you don't seem afraid".

She sighs and turns her head to me, placing her paw against the glass window.

"After all that's happened... it's just hard to really be scared anymore. It's just a countdown now... life is an hourglass for us. It'll run out someday or another. Probably sooner rather than later".

"Judy-"

"No" she interrupts me, her voice drenched in emotion, "you know it's true, Nick. I have dreams, but I don't think I'll ever get to reach them because... life is a grenade at this point. So why be scared? Why not just accept that I'll end up like my parents?".

"Judy, that's not like you" I speak, shocked by her sudden negative outlook.

"I know it's not" she responds, "I know. But you're right; be need to focus on the freak-child instead of sulking... now's not the time".

"Judy, are you-"

"Yes" she cuts me off once more, "I'm fine... let's just... focus" she expels with a deep breath, looking back over at Melvin as he seems to be waking up. I follow her back over to them with my mouth open wide, still confused by Judy's sudden change of attitude and overall demeanor.

"Excuse me, ma'am" one of the librarians speaks as he approaches us, "would you like me to call an ambulance?"

"Yes" I answer before my mom can. The librarian nods and takes out her phone with haste, and my mother stares at me quizzically, knowing that Melvin is now awake and seems to be okay, and that an ambulance is unnecessary.

"Not for him" I tell her, "for when that kid gets here... if he does".

"What's the plan?" Violet asks us, and my mother shrugs.

"I guess we just-"

That's when the doors to the library slam open hard enough to knock them off their hinges and on to the marble floor, and the mysterious figure of the snow leopard enters the corridor. Even with the considerable distance, I can still see the reddish glow in his eyes, seemingly powered by fury.

"We gotta go!" my mom says as she ushers a disoriented Melvin to his feet, and we begin frantically moving towards the main section of the library; the part with aisle upon aisle of books.

"Wha-" Melvin grumbles, still unaware of our current predicament.

"Just run!" I tell him, and we continue moving fast.

We pass the librarian who looks on in bewilderment, still not yet spotting a legitimate reason for running with such urgency. The child, although a threat, doesn't appear that way to many.

"Pleasing no running in the library!" she yells, but we do our best to ignore her. There's more important things at this moment in time than following small library rules; especially when the alternate option is certain death.

We run into a maze of aisles, trying our best to evade our pursuer. We dart towards the back of the building, also hoping that perhaps there may be an emergency exit at the back. However, the shelves do provide us with decent cover.

At last, we come to a stop, throwing ourselves down behind a desk near the back of the library, trying our best to calm our breathing in order to remain silent. I sneak a few nervous glances at my mother, wondering what our next act of desperation could be, but instead she simply closes her eyes tight, nearly shaking.

We abruptly hear the sound of crashing and screaming from the front of the room, and I clench my teeth together, cringing. I know that he'll eventually find us...

"Sir! Sir!" a voice booms in evident terror, "what are you-"

His sentence ends abruptly as we hear the pops and snaps of bones, causing us to huddle together closer in dread. We hear more shrieks followed by the sound of a body dropping to the floor, and I cover my muzzle with my paw to avoid breathing too loudly.

"What's happening?" Melvin asks, and we quickly usher him to be quiet, fearing the worst at this point. Although we understand he's confused, this isn't the best time to explain everything we just witnessed. After all, even we don't really understand what's happening.

"Come on, I don't want to hurt anyone" we hear the kid's voice speak, "I really don't. I just... I have to... but if you come out, this can all be easy".

We remain quiet as we take in the child's emotional voice; something that truly shocks me. You wouldn't expect a ruthless assassin to seem so raw and deep, at least from the tone of their voice.

I glance at my mother for any sort of sign for what to do, but she continues staring off into space, seemingly waiting for the threat to wash over.

The screams seem to grow more distant, hinting that the library crowd is beelining for the exit of the building; but still, the footsteps of the child grow nearer and nearer.

"Please" he begs, "don't make this hard. I've had enough of it already... I don't have a choice anymore".

To me at least, he seems awful close to tears. His words are shaky in the manner that you'd expect from someone having a mental breakdown.

Suddenly, the desk is hoisted into the air and thrown across the room, leaving us frozen in place as we stare into the eyes of the approaching child. We're stuck in the corner of the room, so running is no longer an option. Forcibly, it is now time to face this monster.

"Why?!" my mom screams, pushing us behind her defensively, "why do you want us?"

The child stops a couple of yards in front of us, but I know distance is no problem for him in terms of being a threat. He could snap my spine right this moment with ease; that is, unless this is some prank or something. After all, none of this is supposed to exists. The super powers, the child assassin; this is something straight out of a science fiction film.

"I don't want you" he claims, holding his paws in the air to indicate that he has no desire to harm us, "I'm just the delivery boy. I don't have... you know... a choice".

"Who sent you?" I ask quickly, and my mother looks at me as if she weren't expecting me to speak.

He bites his lip, peering down at his all-black clothing; as if it were some twisted prison outfit.

"I can't tell you that, chap. I really don't want to hurt you, but if you refuse to come, I'm out of options here".

"Why can't you tell us?" I snap, moving out from behind my mom a bit, "it's just common courtesy to, I don't know... tell us why we're being kidnapped, and who wants us so badly".

His red eyes stare at us blankly, not seeming to blink as he stands stiffly. He seems to have a steady, calm manner, although he doesn't shy away from speaking.

"Wait a second" he breathes, "Nick? This is the Nick he's wanting me to capture!?" he continues in outrage.

"You... know me?" I ask, in confusion, and my mom pushes me behind her once more.

"No, he doesn't! He's trying to trick us or some-"

"No, really! I know you! From school! Nick Wilde! The kid that everyone hated! Don't you remember me! Well, I mean, I was an outcast, but I... I admired you!"

Violet scrunches up her nose, fidgeting with her cast in suspicion.

"I know who you are" she says, standing up and approaching the mysterious child before my mom can stop her, "you're Jasper! The one who stuffed bouncy balls in my locker and then laughed at me when they fell down like an avalanche on me!"

Jasper laughs nervously.

"Well, that was like second grade" he speaks, eyeing me again, "but Nick... I thought you were dead. There's protesters on the streets looking for you... well, at least there were".

He puts on a conflicted expression, sighing as he looks at me.

"How am I supposed to bring you back without feeling guilty?" he questions aloud, provoking Violet to dispense her claws.

"You're not" she informs him, "it's pretty damn simple".

"I wouldn't do that if I were you" he tells her, "I could break them off with the blink of an eye".

She remains firm, glaring at him.

"Go ahead" she dares him, "I'd still find a way to kill you".

Jasper cringes, crossing his arms in thought.

"Gee, you people certainly aren't the friendliest".

My mother looks indignant, pointing at him in accusation.

"You're the one who's hunting us down!" she bellows.

He simply rolls his eyes, groaning as if we're stupid or uninformed. I can sense a bit of a formal demeanor from him now, although quirky.

"Oh, come on" he starts, "I saved your little chums here from all that rubble and stopped to chat with some cop and I'm the bad one here?! I mean, I gave you an endless amount of time to escape, and a library is the best you can do?"

Violet pokes him in the chest hard, causing him to stumble backwards a bit.

"Either tell us who wants us... or help us escape... or just kill us now. We don't need to play games".

Jasper adjusts the fur on his head with a purse of his lips, trying to regain his composure.

"You aren't even going to give me a chance to speak" he sighs, "are you?"

"You just did" Violet retorts, "now tell us".

"You're awful brave to be poking me around when I could destroy you at any given moment... but okay, I'll give you the benefit of the doubt".

Jasper begins pacing around the room, placing his hand on a bookshelf as he begins speaking.

"So, Vince-"

"Oh God no!" my mother screams, cutting him off, causing him to look at us, irritated once again.

"Come on!" he yells with exasperation, "I can't even get three words out!"

"Just keep going" Violet commands him, and he looks over at the clock and then back at us before continuing.

"Vince sent me to bring you two back" he informs us, gesturing to my mother and I. "And that cop... Kygo. He wants her too, but I didn't bother. See, he didn't think things through real well. This experimentation seemed to enhance my hearing... for lack of better words, and long story short, I heard him say he was going to kill me after everything's said and done".

"So you weren't going to hurt us the whole time?" I ask him in bewilderment, and he shrugs.

"I'm sure there's better options at this point".

"Why'd you kill the officer?" Judy questions him and Melvin looks on in confusion, "the one at the safe house?"

"Well, I had to do something to make my acting convincing. Vince had cameras all over that street, so what was I supposed to do? Do some foreign dance while I let you escape? No".

After a moment of silence, the doors to the main room burst open, which Jasper turns his attention to immediately. We hear the footsteps getting closer and closer and they weave through bookshelves, finally emerging from one of the aisles with guns drawn.

Officer Kygo and Officer Riley.

"Don't move!" Kygo screams to the child, which he obeys. Well, obeys with every part of his body besides his eyes.

"In the blink of an eye" as he said, the two weapons held by the two police officers are ripped from their clutches and into the air, leaving them defenseless.

"Now, now" he proclaims with his clear voice, "I don't want to hurt anyone".

"Yeah you do!" Kygo yells, sprinting towards him, "I've heard it all!"

In another split second, he stops her in place, holding her still to prevent any violence from occurring. The child, although wielding a massive amount of power seems to be able to control it quite well, which strikes me. I've read comic books all my life, so seeing such things is surreal.

"How?" I suddenly ask, "how do you do that?"

He stares ahead indifferently.

"Vince... he has a lot of money. Don't know how much, don't know how he got it exactly... but he hired these doctors with a big spill of it... said they were devoted to "human experimentation" and the like".

He releases Kygo who falls to the floor, struggling to regain her breath.

"I don't remember it all, but there were lots of... injections and stuff like that. I'm just his little power tool, and I realize that. He realized that, and he took proper precautions".

"What do you mean?" Violet asks him.

"I've already told you. Well, that officer at least. I can't survive without him. It's not food... I don't know what to call it exactly, but I need it to survive. I only have a few doses of it... it'll maybe last me a few days, but no longer than that. I'm good as dead".

Melvin abruptly looks interested in the conversation, shaking off his drowsiness.

"Experimentation?!" he asks, "like MKUltra? PK evolution? Project Paper Clip?"

"Kinda like that, except it's not the government that's doing it... and I wasn't a willing patient. He took me".

My mom gasps.

"How?!" she asks him, rising to her feet, "how is he doing all this?"

"He's a genius, I can tell. He's been in the business for years, and he's worked his way up to the point that he's the ringleader of the anti-government organization... or at least, that's what it used to be. Not sure what it is now, really. Just a bucket-load of henchman ready to do anything for him. Of course, I only know what my doctor told me...".

"For money?" she asks Jasper, to which he nods.

"Like I said, he had a massive amount of money. He knows what he's doing".

My mother stares ahead, covering her mouth with her paw in a mix of emotions; grateful that the child doesn't seem to want us dead, but devastated upon realizing he has been doing this behind our backs for years.

"So this is what he would be doing during the days he'd say he was "working" or "going to the bar"... leading some secret... organization?" she asks him in an unstable tone.

"Apparently" he replies, shrugging, "but like I said; my doctor... he wants out of the business, but there's no way at this point. He may only be working out of fear of dying. I wanted to save him... his name is Dr. Lane. He told me all of this while I was his patient...".

"Why you?" I ask him suddenly, staring at him in curiosity, "why'd he chose you?"

Jasper closes his eyes, as if he's trying to let a memory go, but he just can't. He clenches his paws shut before opening his eyes once more and opening his mouth to speak.

"I don't know" he admits, "I don't know why he chose me".

Kygo and Officer Riley approach the child slowly, not looking to restrain him, but simply to learn more about where Vince resides.

"This Vince" Officer Riley tells him, "is the most wanted animal in the city. Where is he?"

Jasper stares ahead at the officer somewhat nervously, blinking once before answering his question.

"I can't answer that".

Kygo scoffs, her eyes wide in confusion.

"Why not?" she asks him, "this is a dire-"

"And it'll be a whole lot more dire if a buncha' officers come wheelin' up in front of his hideout!" he spits, obviously knowing something we don't, "if I tell you, you'll all go find him because you think if you kill him, all will be fine..."

Kygo places her paw on his shoulder, looking into his eyes firmly.

"What else is there? What will he do? Tell us!" she demands, shaking him obnoxiously.

Jasper shoves her arm off, taking a few steps back with a fearful look.

"I'm not sure... but he has something planned. He always has something planned. I can't put your officers in that position... I can't-"

"That's what we're here for, kid!" Officer Riley speaks with frustration, "we put our lives on the line for these exact situations!"

"Wait" Kygo suddenly mutters, stopping dead in her tracks as she eyes Jasper.

"What?" Officer Riley asks her.

She looks up at the ceiling as though she's deep in thought, swallowing a bit of air, signifying some amount discomfort.

"I think" she begins, "we should trust him".

"How do you know?" Officer Riley asks her with crossed arms, "that he's worth trusting?"

I watch as Kygo breathes in and out heavily, clenching her teeth together as if she's beyond stressed out and strained by worry.

"I just do".


Twenty Seven Years Ago

Vince was never the popular one at Zootopia High School; he had one friend which more than sufficed for him, but besides that, he kept mostly to himself. Society was such a fickle thing to him; seeing how they constantly looked down on foxes like him. They told him that he'd never be more than... well, more than any fox could be back then, which wasn't much.

His best friend, Trevon, a small tiger a year younger than he, was the only person who mattered. His words actually meant something to him; not quite enough to sway his opinions on his favorite pudding flavor and the like, but they meant more than nothing.

This particular day, the pair sat alone at a lunch table in the gigantic cafeteria of the high school, conversing whatever topic happened to come to mind. Although Vince did have an unsteady demeanor and quick temper, he wasn't considered outside the realm of normality at his point; especially for a teen fox.

"Spanish class" Trevon said simply.

"God!" Vince exclaimed, "you're making me cringe just by saying the damn name!"

Trevon chuckled, taking a long sip of his chocolate milk.

"So that's your weakness?" he asked with amusement, "Spanish class?"

Vince shrugged.

"Guess so. People keep asking me what I'm going to major in... all I know is it won't be a foreign language".

"You bad with memorization?" Trevon questioned with his mouth full chewing as he spoke.

"I can memorize stuff that I actually care about. I don't really have a... what do you call it?"

"A drive" Trevon answered him.

"Right! A drive! I don't have that when I'm in Spanish. It's like eight thirty in the morning, you just woke up an hour or two before... you know how it is".

Trevon banged his fist on the table, imitating their Spanish teacher.

"Vince Wilde! How dare you doze off during one of my oh-so-informative lectures! To hell with you!"

Vince snickerd at Trevon's exaggerative impression, nearly choking on his milk as he regained his composure.

"That's more accurate than I'd expect from you" Vince joked, "I have to say that I'm impressed".

Trevon tapped his fingers on the table, nodding as he accepted his friend's complement.

"You know what'd be fun?" Trevon asked his friend.

"What?"

"Acting".

Vince's eyes widened in surprise.

"Really? I didn't know you were one for the silver screen".

"Doesn't have to be a movie" Trevon told him, "I just think it seems like fun. Being something I'm not... pretending... you know, acting. It's an art".

"Well, duh" Vince responded, "if you could play one movie character, who would you play?"

Suddenly, their conversation was intruded into by Vince's arch-nemesis: Clyde.

Clyde was a large, stocky buffalo that also happened to be captain of the football team. He seemed to despise foxes so much that he even gagged at the mention of one. Although popular with teens at the school, he had a tendency to look down on other students; especially Vince. However, this would be the day that everything changed.

"One character?" Clyde mocked Vince's question, "I'm thinking the first character to get killed off in a horror movie. Really fits the both of you, since you'll probably hang yourself before ya' even reach twenty".

"Go away, Clyde" Trevon muttered, not daring to look the intimidating buffalo in the eyes as he spoke.

"Oh, and Trevon here! Almost forgot about you, buddy! I can see you've been slittin' your wrists..."

"I'm a tiger" he spoke irritably, "those are stripes. Not cuts".

"Oh, my mistake" Clyde retorted, slamming his hoof down on to Vince's lunch tray, splashing his lunch all over the table.

"Hot damn, Vince! What on Earth did ya' do that for?"

Vince began trembling, biting his lip to keep from snapping.

"You're pathetic" Trevon spoke bravely, "pathetic".

Clyde suddenly lashed out, striking Trevon in the face and knocking him out of his seat and on to the cold cafeteria floor.

Vince's eyes nearly glowed with rage as he launched himself from his seat and on to Clyde, clawing erratically at the buffalo's face. He clawed until he felt the heavy figure drop to the floor, screeching in agony as Vince made sure he inflicted a huge amount of harm.

Vince stared at the bloody mess he created, spitting on the buffalo's face as two teachers ripped him off of the buffalo. He grinned as he observed the buffalo cough up blood, struggling to breathe, reaching for it's eyes in horror.

Vince's claws had nearly ripped out one of the buffalo's eyeballs, but had sliced through it instead. The buffalo's sight in that eye was forever lost, not that Vince cared one bit.

The young fox grinned at Trevon who then grinned back, giving his friend a thumbs up, in no way affected by the bloody mess formerly known as Clyde.

All that mattered was that Vince had gotten his revenge.

And no other feeling would satisfy him quite like revenge ever again...


Melvin POV

"So, he can control things with his mind?" I ask Violet, amazed as we stand in the corner of the library as the others try to work everything out.

"Well" she replies, "he can move them. I don't think he can mind-control people or anything..."

"Let's hope not" I respond, blinking a few times, still feeling a tad disoriented, "I'm not in the mood to become a robot".

"Me neither" Violet replies, and I glance down at her cast.

"How's your paw holding up?" I ask her, wiping my glasses on my shirt to remove the dust from the lenses.

"Oh" she exclaims, holding it up, "I see why Nick hated his cast so much. It's so... itchy... and annoying. But I mean, it's healing, I think".

I nod, running my hoof through my fluffy hair and then staring at my hoof in shock, noticing just how dusty I am.

"Well then" I speak, "I'm as dusty as... well, something dusty".

"I think we have bigger concerns right now than dust" she speaks teasingly, and I scoff.

"You know I like to be clean. Plus, I'm allergic to mold".

"Well, dust isn't mold, so you're all good" she tells me.

"It's close enough" I reply, blowing the dust off of my hoof, "and either way, I still look like a dusty cotton ball".

Violet laughs at my remark, looking into my eyes.

"That's a pretty fair comparison" she admits to me, "but I mean, in all seriousness..."

"In all seriousness what?" I ask, wondering why she trailed off.

She smiles a huge smile for the first time in a long time, scratching the back of her head, causing me to feel a bit confused.

"I'm glad you're alive" she finally tells me, and I too smile.

"I guess we're lucky" I reply, "we could have easily gotten crushed back there".

She chuckles cracking her knuckles as she gestures for us to move back over to the others.

"Well, I'm really glad you didn't".

Foreshadowing or no? You decide.

Jasper is quite the interesting experiment, eh? He can't survive without good ole' Vince, yet he refuses to complete his mission. He's dead either way, right?

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Until next time!

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