(A/N) Hey guys! I was able to finish this very efficiently and quickly. Im sorry for scaring you guys and being super late.

Just like the last chapter, it is not for the faint of heart. Read at your own risk.

Reader digression is advised

Chapter 12: The Only Race That Matters

The walls of the mines were echoing the screams of pups as they were whipped into labor. Not one of them were healthy and clean, as dirt, scars, and welts covered their bodies like a blanket. It was astonishing that some of them could go on with this, as they spend all day, every day, digging, and digging, and digging. Pups who would collapse, put down their tools, or simply stop to take a brother, would earn a whipping session from the various wolves who stood by and growled at them to keep working.

Marshall looked on from the cage in the distance, absolutely disgusted and horrified. Tears were in his eyes for every pup he would see, get whipped for whatever reason. It was truly, the worst thing he has ever seen in his life.

Forget the sacrifice from earlier. At least the pup dies. Yeah he suffered a horrible death, but at least he won't be suffering like these pups anymore.

The dally stared on in sadness as he was frozen in place. "This is horrible."

"You telling me?"

Marshall turned around to see Claria who was laying down in the back of the cage. Wincing at the whip cracks as if she had PTSD. "I was once down there with them. If you think it's horrible now, just wait till you get down there."

Marshall turned back to look at the sight. He didn't know why he was watching. He wanted so badly to look away, but the sight was just too miserable to ignore.

"What are they even digging for?" Marshall askes.

"How the hell should I know?" Claria answered in monotone. "They never told us."

Marshall turned back around with a face full of shock. "What?! They didn't even tell you what you were digging for?"

Claria shook her head. "Nope, they just told us to dig."

"But if they didn't tell you, how will they know when you all find it?"

"I just don't know Marshall." Claria choked up, "All I know is we dig and mine the rock or at leaseI think that's what they are doing."

Marshall was flabbergasted from what Claria told him, it sounds like they really aren't digging for anything. But there has to be a reason why. There just has to be. Why even bother building the mine?

Claria teared up as she dreaded ever having to go back down there. "I don't want to go back down there Marshall! I don't want to be whipped again! I can't go through with it again! I just can't!"

Marshall shot over to her and hugged her tight. "Hey, hey, hey, Claria, shhhh. You're not going back down there, I won't let it."

Claria sniffled "You won't?"

"Of course I won't. They would have to get through me to get to you!" Marshall confidently smirked.

"But Marshall. We're trapped here!" Claria objected. "They will whip us into submission."

"You're forgetting one thing Claria." Marshall responded. "Chase is still out there, and I have full confidence that he is thinking of a plan right now to get us out of here." Marshall stood proudly as he smiled with all confidence.

"Um, Marshall?" Claria called. "I don't think that's going to happen."

"Why not?" Marshall asked back, cocking his head clueless.

Claria pointed her paw behind him. "Look."

Marshall turned around and looked at the door. He saw wolves opening the door and threw in the german shepherd that he knew so well. Chase turned around and barked coldly and reduced to a low spiteful growl. The wolves growled back as they locked the cage.

"Oh." Marshall deadpanned as his confidence deflated.

Chase watched the wolves leave before turning around, and receiving a sudden hug from Marshall.

"Chase!" Marshall called out, as he squeezed Chase. He let go and looked at him. "Dag gone it Chase, what happened? Why didn't you come back?"

"Y-yeah. Sorry about that buddy." Chase answered nervously. "I heard screaming and completely forgot what I was doing."

Marshall smiled at his friend. "It's okay Chase. I understand."

The shepherd smiled back and turned to face the outside of the cage. It faded as his eyes scanned the mine, as he was reminded of the horrors going on. Marshall matches his thoughts as he stands next to him. The pup's screams filled their ears, as they both wince at the sight and sounds.

"This is unbearable Chase." Marshall stated, almost crying.

"I know Marshall," Chase replied. "I didn't even think it was this bad."

Chase looked around the cage they were in. It was cube-like with a chain link on all sides, keeping them elevated off the ground. Even the bottom was chain link, though there was a platform holding it up. "It's not going to be easy getting out of here. Especially since they took our pup pack."

"I'm sorta amazed that they were able to build this mine, let alone run it." Marshall said.

"I think they have their good friend Jack to thank for that." Chase replied. "No doubt he and his friends or whatever, built this for them."

"I can't believe the ambassador is allowing this to happen." Claria stated in disbelief. "Not only that, he is helping them. For years we trusted him. My father trusted him. But that doesn't seem to matter to him anymore, or if it even did matter to him in the first place."

"Some people are not what they seem Claria." Chase said.

"But why?!" Claria asked, almost crying. "Why do this? We didn't do anything to him. In fact, we embraced him at gatherings. Why would he turn his back on us?"

"I don't know squirt. But it is despicable. He will get his when it comes to him." Chase replied coldly.

Marshall looked at Chase slowly. "Chase? Do you get the feeling watching this that maybe we are in over our heads here?"

Chase questionably looked at Marshall. "Eh? Marshall? You're not getting cold paws already are you?"

"What?" Marshall replied. "No. Far from it! It's just, I didn't think it was going to be this bad. It looks as if we're going to have to fight our way out of here."

Marshall whined at the thought of the statement he just made. Chase was saddened at his friend's discomfort. He knew Marshall HATED fighting. Not that he couldn't fight. He was a master of Pup-Fu after all, but there have been very few instances where he had to put it to use. Chase himself was really a fan of it either, but thanks to him being a police pup, he's expected often to get a lot of action with his job, so he could deal with it. Marshall on the other paw, was only a fire pup. Yeah he gets about as much as Chase does, but more from the environment than an individual. The Dally has not really been in situations where fighting was essential, and would usually try to avoid a hostile situation rather than taking part in one. While Marshall could hold his own, he definitely won't feel really good about it. Especially if it resulted in death.

That was another thing Marshall was uncomfortable with, and to be fair, neither was Chase. Again, because of being a police pup, it was expected, though Chase really didn't like killing. It was always a horrible tactic for him, and only did it if it was absolutely necessary. Chase was worried if Marshall was ever put in that situation, he would hesitate, and pay dearly for it. To his knowledge, Marshall had never taken a life, EVER. Not even during one of his clumsy incidents. If he did once, Marshall would likely have nightmares for it, and be down in the dumps nearly every day. Chase hoped that Marshall would ever be forced in those shoes, as it would be traumatizing for him. But judging from the position they were in, that may happen, and all Chase can do, is be guide him through.

Chase put a foreleg around his friend and smiled at him. "Don't worry buddy. I'll be right here for you. We'll get through this together like always."

Marshall smiled back at his friend's reassurance. "Thanks Chase, the same goes to you, I don't care what I have to do. I will always have your back man."

As soon as Marshall's last word was said, the door opened, as three wolves walked in. the wolf in the center, stared at Chase with no emotion, while the two flanked him, stare coldly. Claria recognized the one in the middle, and began seething with anger, as she gave death glare at him.

"Talus!" She growled. "How could you?! You let your only pup die! And you stood by and watched no less!"

The Alpha's face remained still as he answered in monotone. "Klora's sacrifice was for the greater good of the packs."

Claria Backed up her stare with pure fury and anger, as Chase swore that he saw steam, flowing out her ears. "HOW COULD YOU SAY THAT! KLORA WAS A GREAT PUP! HE WOULD HAVE BEEN A GREAT ALPHA! BUT NOW HE WON'T EVEN GET A CHANCE! HE WAS YOUR ONLY SON ALPHA! AND YOU THREW HIM AWAY LIKE A PIECE OF TRASH! GARI WOULD NOT ONLY BE ASHAMED OF YOU, SHE WOULD DISOWN YOU! HOW CAN YOU LIVE WITH YOURSELF TALOUS?!

Talous continued to stare blankly at nothing, not affected by Claria's rant. "Our lives will prosper, thanks to my son's sacrifice."

Chase and Marshall were weirded out at this. They would be angry, but for some reason, they weren't. It was the casual way that the Alpha was talking about his son's death. Like it was a normal day for him. Marshall leaned over to Chase and mumbled to his ear. "Um….Chase? Is it just me? Or does he sound like he's out of it?"

Chase took a look at the Alpha who was still staring blankly as if he was on some sort of drug. "I think that's the least of our worries right now Marshall."

The entranced wolf looks at Chase as he gives his message. "Oni-Con, wishes to speak with you."

Chase smuged upon hearing the message. "Is that so? Well, It just so happens that I would like to say some words to him myself."

The two wolves adjacent to Talus, took this as their cue, to go to Chase and shackle him. Although they didn't need to, since Chase wasn't resistant at all. They carry him out of the cage to present him to Oni-Con.

Marshall stood up and got the attention of the wolves. "Hey! What about me?! I wanna go too!"

The wolves turned around to look at the protesting dally. Chase looks at him with a determined look. "No Marshall. You stay here. I'll be back buddy."

"NO! Not this time!" Marshall objected. "This time, I'm going with you!"

Marshall stomped his paw with authority to drive in the point. Chase hoped and prayed that the wolves didn't agree to take Marshall. He didn't know what would happen with his meeting with Oni-Con, and for that, he didn't want Marshall to end up getting hurt in anyway, as he doubted that Oni-Con just wanted to "talk."

The two wolves looked at each other for a bit and then shrugged their shoulders. One then steps up to Marshall. Chase sighed in disappointment, as the wolf shackled Marshall, who too gave no resistance.

Chase curse inside at the results. He really really didn't want Marshall to come along. Claria was upset too, as she tried to protest. "No! Don't go Marshall! Don't go!"

Marshall looked at her with calming eyes. "Aw Claria, don't worry. I'll come back."

"But you said you won't let them put me in the mines." Claria whined.

"Claria." Marshall replied. "I'll be back before they even have a chance to take you?"

Claria sniffled. "Promise?"

Marshall smiled at her. "Promise. And I never break my promises."

Claria laid back down to show approval at the wolves exit with Chase and Marshall. Talus however, stayed behind and stared at Claria emotionless.

Claria stared back, with her thoughts and feeling of him oozing out of her, as her voice was cold as ice. "What do you want?"

Talus walks forward and steps within spitting distance of Claria. He looks down at her as Claria clenches upl. Waiting for an attack. But instead, Talus some still in that creepy monotone voice. "Oni-Con requires you to work in the mines."

Chase and Marshall were brought into a Medium sized room. A slab boulder with a skull sculpted at the top was on the left wall. In front of them sat the emeralds on the far wall that were once in Chase's pup pack. Where the pup packs were was beyond them. The emeralds were on display on the far wall, shining as bright as they could be. On the right wall was a giant sculpted head of a wolf with red glowing eyes. A fire sat in closely in front of them, burning steadily.

Chase was slammed on his back. The back of his head pounded the slab as he was thrusted up to his back paws. The wolves wrapped him in chains around the slab. A wolf stood behind him, pulling the chain enough to keep him in mobile.

"Hey! Cut it out!" Marshall demanded as he was pulled by the scruff of his neck, making him growl in return.

A cold laugh emerged as Chase looked at the entrance way where it came from. As predicted, the voice came from the wolf himself, Oni-Con.

His presence set the mood immediately as he smiled menacingly. "Welcome Paw Patrol. I am very honored for you to grace us with your presence."

Chase was not intimidated, as he gave a smug look back at him. "Didn't take you as the welcoming type. That's quite a surprise coming from you."

The wolf kept his smile on as he turned to face the emeralds. "I should say the same thing about you." He walks towards them, eyeing them before slowly turning his head around and glares at Chase. "I would never guess that you would be thieves."

Marshall barked sharply, causing the wolf who was holding him to yank him roughly which made him yelp. Chase however, was laughing mockingly. "Ha! Thieves! That's a laugh."

He then looks at the emeralds and back to Oni-Con. "You're missing two by the way."

Oni-Con's smile faded at the comment as he walked up in front of him and gave him a death glare. "Thanks for reminding me Chase."

"My pleasure." Chase retorted sarcastically.

Marshall looked on with the utmost concern. While Chase was known to be masterful at interrogating, especially if he is the conductor of it, he unfortunately also was known for getting cocky and biting off more than he could chew. He would get under the skin of his opponents, no matter what danger he'd be in. It didn't matter if it was al capone himself. The scariest was when he was being interrogated. The phrase "give up" never existed in his vocabulary, and because of that, he would rather die than cave in. Unfortunately that also meant that he would endure so much torture. Marshall dreaded that about him, and would usually tell Chase to blackdown a bit. But the wolf holding him prevented him by yanking his scruff so he could only watch.

Oni-Con continued starting at Chase with cold eyes. "Let me tell you a story Chase. A hundred years ago, when the invaders came and butured my wolves, the loyal beta of BloodRayne who served my grandfather, took BloodRayne and ShadowFur's emeralds and hid them down here in the catacombs."

"So that's what the pups are doing." Marshall icly retorted. "They've down there doing your dirty work while you sit and worship your god."

Oni-Con slowly turned to Marshall and walked up to him. "I assure you, young one. What the pups are doing, is contributing greatly to our cause, and we are eternally grateful for that."

Marshall growled at him. "You have a weird way of showing that. They're innocent pups and you whip them to no end!" Marshall's growl grew louder as he finished. "Not to mention the sacrifices that you have performed on THEM!"

Oni-Con kept smiling as he put his paw on Marshall's helmet. "Sacrifices are necessary for our well being, Marshall."

Marshall's body shook. "H-How do you know my name?"

"I know everything young one." Oni-Con replied.

"Yeah so do I." Chase added as Oni-Con shot his head over to Chase. "I betcha your old buddy Jack told you all about us."

Oni-Con went back to Chase. "You have great insight Chase, you would make a great detective too bad you won't have a chance to."

Marshall barked coldly as a warning to Oni-Con if he hurt Chase. Oni-Con ignored him and went on. "For you see, soon, we will acquire all wolf's emeralds. When that happens, BloodRayne will rule and be feared by all. Chase chuckled and smiled mockingly. "What a very creative imagination."

Oni-Con Chuckled back as he got in Chase's face. 'You don't believe me? You will Chase." He paused as he chuckled some more. "You will become…...a true believer."

Chase cracked up at that, as he laughed in Oni-Con's face. "You're a funny wolf, Oni-Con."

Oni-Con backed away from Chase and motioned his tail, signaling DarkClaw, to emerge in the room. DarkClaws presence intimidated Chase a little bit, but Chase obviously didn't show it.

DarkClaw towered over him, as he stared into Chase's soul. Chase's smile faded at the sight.

"I see you have met DarkClaw." Oni-Con stated.

"We've r-ran into each other a lot lately." Chase replied, not taking his eyes off of DarkClaw "Right big guy?"

DarkClaw growled at Chase as he added on. "Hey, that's not how you treat a friend now. After all, I did give you a ball to play with."

The big wolf growled more, as he suddenly grabbed Chase's muzzle and squeezed it open. Chase struggled to close his mouth, but the wolf's massive paw easily prevented that. Squeezing on all the pressure points in his muzzle.

Chase grunted and gasped. His face felt like two mack trucks were pushing both sides of his muzzle. Marshall started thrashing to get free, as he watched in horror. But the wolf's grip on him was too strong for him to lose, as he was yanked back into check. "No! Chase!"

Oni-Con emerges with a pitcher shaped like Red-Eye himself. DarkClaw squeezed harder causing Chase to yelp and open his mouth a little more. Oni-Con then pours a liquid into Chase's mouth. The liquid was bitter on Chase, as he struggled not to swallow the strange liquid. Although, the more he tasted it, the more it tasted like blood.

"Chase!" Marshall called, struggling with the wolf behind him. "Don't drink it! Spit it out! Spit itmmmmfffmfmmf." Marshall's mouth was covered by the wolf as he did his best to hold onto Marshall.

Oni-Con started speaking in tongues as he continued to pour. "Orgya slame kas barlo maneyei manoga."

Chase's taste buds rejected the liquid, but DarkClaw's paw kept him from spitting it out.

"Barlee slava kahee galee manoga."

The shepherd finally broke free of his muzzle, as he suddenly spat and spat out the drink like a bullet at Oni-Con, who got a face full of blood. DarkClaw pushed on Chase to keep him from escaping, as Oni-Con reered back from the assault.

He wiped his face off, and looked back at Chase. Still thrashing to get out of the monstrous wolf's grasp.

"It seems that you need some convincing Chase." Oni-Con stated, as his smile still hasn't left his face. "Luckly, I know just who will be able to do the job."

At that moment, Oni-Con signaled his tail, allowing a pup to emerge from the entrance way. The pup had a blank stare on its face, as if he was in a trance. His coat was gray, with jungle green highlights along with his ears, paws, and muzzle. Chase looked at him and nearly froze in shock, as he recognized the pup immediately "Roxy?"

Marshall looked over at the pup who was staring at Chase. 'Oh, so that's roxy?' Marshall thought. He obviously never met Roxy before, due to certain circumstances of him being "missing" for a year. Chase, Rocky, and Zuma had talked highly about him, and said that Roxy was a kind and headstrong pup. Chase also told him about how Roxy helped him get through his grief of Marshall being gone. For that, Marshall has always wanted to meet him and thank him for helping his best friend get through a very depressing point in his life.

Now he finally sees him and is a little disappointed. Roxy did not look good. From the blood streaks that were all down his body, to the face that looked like he was in constant pain and distress. Though Chase was over the moon at his friend's presence. "Roxy! It's me! Your friend, Chase! Remember?"

Upon hearing, Roxy looked at Chase and produced a smile. But that smile was menacing and evil, something that Chase definitely didn't expect him to do.

"Roxy?" Chase called, confused and worried. "Roxy it's me buddy! Don't you remember me?"

Roxy didn't respond, instead he pulled out a doll with a resemblance to Chase himself. Complete with a police uniform and hat. He then walked in front of the fire in front of Marshall.

"Roxy? Roxy what are you doing?" Chase asked, very confused as to what his friend was doing.

Again, Roxy didn't answer. Instead, he brought the doll close to the fire. Chase started pouring in sweat as he suddenly got hot. He panted as he tried to figure out what Roxy was doing. "Roxy?...what….are….you...ahhhhhhhhhhh!"

Chase suddenly shrieked in pain, and started flailing around. He felt like he was being burned alive, but fire was no where close to him. Roxy now had the doll practically on the fire, grinning from ear to ear from the pain he was causing to his supposed friend.

Marshall was horrified at what he was watching. It didn't take long for him to figure out that the doll was a voodoo doll! He was stunned as he thought they only existed in movies!

Chase screamed and hollered, snapping Marshall out of his thoughts and immediately thrashed to break free of the wolf's grasp. "Roxy! Stop! You're hurting him!"

Roxy didn't listen, as he hadn't moved an inch. Keeping the doll in the fire, as Chase thrashed and flailed around, while screaming like a tortured soul.

Marshall had enough. He didn't care what happened to him, he just wanted to stop Chase from being burned alive. He kicked with his hind legs at Roxy, who yelped and fell to the floor, dropping the doll on the ground. Chase stopped screaming as he panted to catch his breath. The wolf yanked back on Marshall to suppress him, but got a shot in the muzzle due to Marshall banging the back of his head on the wolf's nose. Causing him to let go of the dally, who then ran towards Chase to help him.

But was immediately halted in his tracks as he ran into the brick wall that was DarkClaw. Marshall hit him at full speed causing him to flip backwards and land on his belly unconscious. His helmet laid beside him.

"MARSHALL!" Chase shrieked, as he went to care for him. But was soon thrusted back on the slab by DarkClaw.

Marshall came to and tried to get up, but the blow he received weakened him greatly, as he tried to get up, but the pain his body caused him to plop back down as he moaned.

The wolves then picked up the limp dalmatian, and slammed him belly first on the empty slab. His head bounced off of the slab, causing Marshall's mouth to bleed.

Oni-Con growled at him. "You...dare..not..do..that!" He then picked up a lengthy bullwhip and walked over to Marshall, who was being held by his limbs on the other side of the slab. "Despicable actions cause despicable punishment."

WAPOW!

He cracked the whip in the air to get the feel of it. Chase started resisting DarkClaw, but was not strong enough, as he had the wolf's entire weight pushing against him. "NO! LEAVE HIM ALONE YOU BASTARD!"

Marshall closed his eyes and gritted his teeth. Preparing for the inevitable.

"You will pay with pain!" Oni-Con announced as he reeled back, and thrusted with authority. Cracking the whip on Marshall's back.

WAPOW!

"GAHHHH!" Marshall cried out, as the whip wrapped around his back.

"NO! MARSHALL!" Chase called, as he tried to break free from DarkClaw's grasp, who was staring daggers close to his face as he growled.

WAPOW!

Another one, as it cut through Marshall's uniform, and left a blood mark on his back as he shrieked louder.

WAPOW!

Another mark was left on Marshall's back. He was now crying.

WAPOW!

Marshall practically potentially broke the sound barrier, as he yelped the loudest he ever yelped. He sobbed uncontrollably as he received more licks.

WAPOW!

Chase was absolutely mental at the sound of Marshall's cries, as he did everything he could to break free. It wasn't working but it didn't stop him from trying.

WAPOW!

"GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

Marshall hollard his breaking point as he continued to sob.

Chase couldn't take it anymore. Hearing Marshall in pain was grating him. This was the exact reason that he didn't want Marshall to come. But he already came to the conclusion that he wouldn't been able to stop him from coming, due to how Marshall was. Marshall's cries triggered one of his fears, of Marshall dying again, and it looked like Oni-COn was not stopping anytime soon. He had to stop it or Marshall would likely be whipped to death. He couldn't move, so physically stopping it was out of the question. Chase knew one way to stop it. Marshall wasn't going to like it, but it would be for his own good.

Oni-Con reared back, ready to give another lick. Chase took his opportunity to stop the mindless whipping.

"WAIT! WAIT! STOP!" Chase sobbed out as loud as he could. "I'LL DO WHAT YOU WANT! I'LL DO ANYTHING! JUST PLEASE! STOP HURTING HIM!"

Oni-Con ceased his lick as he turned around and looked at the sobbing shepherd. Marshall shot his eyes open and stared ahead. No matter what pain he would get put through, as long as Chase didn't suffer. But from what he understood, Chase was giving up! He NEVER gives up. This nullified Marshall's painful sacrifice to steer the spotlight away from Chase.

"Chase…..no…" He softly croaked out.

Oni-Con smiled wide as he chuckled. "I am so grateful for you to volunteer Chase."

Marshall was turned around and held by his forelegs, though it didn't matter, as Marshall was in too much pain to move. His mouth was crimson red and his eyes were bloodshot from the crying due to the constant whipping he endured.

Oni-Con grabbed the pitcher again as DarkClaw grabbed Chase's muzzle again, although Chase was not resisting this time. He was a dog of his word, and did not plan on struggling. Oni-Con then poured into Chase's mouth and smiled evilly.

"Soon, we will have all the emeralds Chase." Oni-Con sneered. "Then Gari will fall at Red-Eye's paws. And then soon, the world's armies will fall as well! And then, the BloodRayne wolves will truly be, the only race that matters."

Oni-Con stopped pouring, as DarkClaw closed Chase's mouth, covered his nose, and pushed upward, forcing Chase to swallow the bitter tasting liquid.

Chase gasped and panted heavily as the liquid went down his throat.

Marshall looked upon Chase with tears in his eyes. "...Chase…."

Claria slammed her pickaxe down on a medium size rock. Her teeth hurt from handling the pickaxe due to it vibrating in her mouth. She couldn't believe it. About three days ago, she escaped from this hell hole. Her friends caused a distraction for her and Roxy to get out. They had risked their well being to help them escape, and she had promised them that she would be back to save them, with a whole army behind her.

She blew it.

She let them down.

She ended up right back where she started.

Yeah she brought help, but they were just pups. Yeah they were the Paw Patrol and yeah they did have a shot to succeed, but they were captured. There's no telling where Marshall and Chase were, or whether or not they were still alive. But it didn't matter now. If they were alive now, they would be dead later. Not that she didn't think that they wouldn't be able to escape, just that she knew not to expect them to at this point. The place was crawling with BloodRayne wolves, and they were really outnumbered. If they tried, they would likely get swatted down like a fly, and then their lives would be over.

But why was she thinking like that? They're the Paw Patrol? They are much stronger than they look. They probably have been through hundreds of situations like this. This should be their specialty, right?

WAPOW!

Claria yelped, as a whip cracked on her back. The wolf growled at her as she was deep in thought. He leaves her as she stuck her tongue out at the wolf as he walked by.

She went back to hammering the rock in front of her, tearing pieces little by little with a long way to go.

Why were they doing this anyway? Why won't they tell us? It's not like they could do anything if they found out or find the object that they are looking for, unless they were actually mining rocks. But why? There would be no point. You can't get anything out of rocks. Maybe gemstones, but they were at the Wolf's Howl, and Claria figured that they were nowhere near the mountain.

If only they knew what they were looking for. Then they would maybe find it in an instant and then let them go. Right?

Then again, they probably already found it, and continue to enslave them just to be jerks. Motioning in a endless periode of pain and torture.

A loud howl sounded off, signaling lunch time for fifteen minutes.

"Fifteen minutes?" Claria said out loud. "Must be pretty generous today."

She stopped axing the rock, and laid down on her belly. A wolf then comes by, and drops a rabbit in front of her. Claria wasn't surprised at all to see the rabbit was poorly cooked and was not clean. She took her bite and chewed speedly. Not taking too much to where the others wouldn't get some. They weren't allowed to have the full rabbit. No, about ten pups had to share a small little rabbit, which was clearly not enough.

Claira chewed her bite and swallowed. She then sits back down to take a much needed break.

"Claria?"

Claria's ears perked up at her name. She recognized the voice anywhere. She looked up to see her puphood friend, Stella.

For as long as she has been alive, Stella has always been like a sister to Claria. They played together, laughed together, and cried together. Although Roxy was her best friend, Stella came as close as she could.

While Claria was happy to see her alive, she wished Stella never saw her. She would have to admit that she broke her promise to her by getting help, and Claria wanted to avoid that. Her nerves froze at the sight of Stella and became a nervous wreck.

"Claria!" Stella called again, running to Claria and immediately hugged her. "Oh Claria, it is so good to see that you're still alive!"

Despite her nerves, Claria smiled and hugged her back. She was her best friend after all. She would understand, right?

"I-I should be saying that to you." Claria replied.

They let go as Stella sits in front of her with a questionable look. "I'm so happy you're here Claria, but what are you doing back here? Did you bring back help?"

Claria started sweating at the question, as she tried not looking in her friend's eyes. "Well, um….uh, you see…..I."

"You did? That's wonderful!" Stella wagged her tail in excitement. She then looked around. "Um….where are they?"

"Well….you see. Stella." Claria started until she was interrupted again by Stella.

"Oh. oh, I get it! There hiding in the shadows ready to strike!" Stella guessed.

"Uh….no….um," Claria tried to explain before Stella interrupted again.

"O, o I see. You're here to spy on them and then you will tell them their secrets so the attack will be successful!"

"Stella….no..listen." Claria tried again but was interrupted, AGAIN.

"Ohhhhh, now I got it! They are in disguise as the wolves in here, and will unlock our chains when the time comes!"

"STELLA! THERE IS NO RESCUE!" Claria cried. "I GOT CAPTURED!"

Stella was stunned at the outburst. It was a miracle she was able to say something. "You mean…...you don't have a plan?"

"NO! Not anymore!" Claria sobbed.

Stella's ears dropped slowly as her head went low. "Th-Then, you didn't get help."

"Well," Claria started, "I did actually."

Stella lit up. "Really? Who are they."

Claria lowered her head in embarrassment. "It-It's not much, it's just two pups."

Stella raised an eyebrow. She couldn't help but feel disappointed. "T-Two pups? That's all? What about the packs? There's no one to help us?"

Claria swallowed as she had to describe the difficult situation. She shook her head as she spoke. "No one. The packs are horrible Stella. Most of them are almost gone, and one is gone. They were in no way to help. Many wolves have died, Stella…" She paused as she thought about one wolf in particular. "Even my uncle. He's gone Stella."

Claria tried her best not to break down, as Stella stared with shock. "O-Onclave's dead? NO! Not him! He was such a good wolf to us all! Oh I'm so sorry Claria!" Then a certain wolf comes across her mind, and her heart dropped when she thought of him. "Wh-What about my father, is he alright? Please Claria! Please tell me he's okay!"

Claria paused a bit before answering. The wolf she was talking about was Connor. A wolf who was next in line to be Beta. She remembered seeing him at the meeting. His condition was just about the condition as the rest of the wolves. "He's okay Stella." Claria assured. "Though he is very weak."

Stella sighed in relief. She didn't want to even think of living without her father. In fact, she didn't want to think about losing any wolf. She tried to change the subject. "So, um….who are the pups?"

Claria wagged slightly at the question. "They're no ordinary pups Stella. They're the Paw Patrol."

Stella cocked her head in confusion. "Paw….Patrol?"

"Yeah. Paw Patrol." Claria repeated. "You know, the group that helped the Woodland pack get their emerald back from intruders?"

"Oh! That Paw Patrol!" Stella recognized. "They're helping us? That's great!

Where are they?"

Claria drooped again. "Well, they uh…..they got captured with me, and then they went to Oni-Con. I don't know what happened to them after that."

"Oh." Stella replied, as she drooped with Claria. She then made an attempt to give her confidence. "D-Don't worry Claria. They could hold their own, after all, Roxy…."

Stella stopped herself as she said Roxy's name. She immediately hung her head in sorrow. "Roxy…"

Claria saw this and tensed up. She was afraid to ask. VERY afraid, but she just had to know. Like it was a curse. "Stella? What happened to Roxy?"

Stella didn't move as she then tears up. Claria thought the absolute worse as she tears up as well. "Oh…..no. no no no NO! Don't tell me he's….he's"

Claria was about to lose it. The air inside her lungs was sucked out. Her paws trembled and she started to feel a pit in her stomach.

"No Claria." Stella finally answered. "He's not dead. He's alive. Well,...not really."

Claria was absolutely clueless. "What? What do you mean Stella? What did they do to him?"

Stella breathed heavily as she explained. "You see, after you left, they tortured him as usual. Then…. They made him drink the blood of Red-Eye."

Claria becomes ever more clueless. "What? The blood of Red-Eye? What on earth is that?"

"It's this vile liquid they make you drink now if you misbehaved. When you drink it, Red-Eye takes full control of you, and then you become loyal to him only, and then, you become like them. You'll be in a nightmare, only you can never wake up from it."

Claria's heart dropped at the thought of her best friend in such a state.

"Ever since he drank it, he's become a different pup. He now is one of the ones who whip us and barks orders."

Claria was stunned. Roxy whipping pups? That's impossible! The Roxy she knows would likely whip himself before he did it to another pup. She didn't understand why Roxy would do it. Has he really changed?

She was about to reply until….

WAPOW!

Claria's back shot up with pain, meaning that break was over. She growled back as she picked her pickaxe back up and went back to breaking the rock. Stella however, stayed and picked up an axe of her own to help her. Claria leans over to her and whispers. "Don't worry Stella, we will get out of here and save Roxy."

"How." Stella whispers back. "There's more guards than last time Claria. It'll be impossible."

Claria looked at stella and smiled. "Were just going to have to try. For our Culture's sake."

Chase was thrown on to a slab in a small room full of lit candles. Although he didn't seem to notice as his mind was racing and his body was sweating like a pig. He laid on his back with his paws in the air as he suddenly started pant frantically. Not long after, his body started to shake like a scared dog. He tried to stop but couldn't, no matter how hard he tried.

He developed a headache as he grabbed both sides of his head to make it stop. He stopped panting, only to breathe heavily through his nose at a speedful rate. His heartbeat followed as he clenched his eyes at the pain of the headache that had now grown to a migraine.

Slowly and surely, his mind was flashed with every nightmare he had ever had. Ryder dying, Skye crashing, Rocky falling, Zuma drowning, Rubble being crushed to death, Everest being buried in a avalanche, Skylar dying, losing Marshall again, watching his father die, even going to the dentist! All of them came rushing past like a slideshow from hell. At the end of it, was a dark silhouette of a wolf. It opened its eyes and showed two red beams of light, as the nightmares appeared all around him.

Chase was now curled into a ball. He was shaking very badly, and his migraine somehow grew worse. He panted some until the pants turned into sudden screams.

"GeyaHHHH!" Chase yelped as he tried to banish the wolf from his mind.

He then squirmed around as he screamed some more. "AHHHHHH!"

His paws clenched, the migraine got worse, his head thrashed around as he continued to resist the wolf. "EYAHHHHH!

He groaned as he got on his fours but crouched low, with his head shaking, as if he was a bobble head and was being shaken very fast.

Chase tried his best to fight the wolf, but the wolf was just too strong. He could feel him through his veins and blood as he then shot his head up at the roof and let out one last blood curling scream that was loud enough to echo the sky.

"nnnnnnnnnnnnnnnNNNNNNNNNNAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!

He then stopped shaking. He gave up on pushing him out and allowed him in.

His body tingled as the wolf now overthrew every part of his brain, nerves, and blood. He slowly opened his eyes. His breathing was now normal as he opened his eyes. But they were not the color of amber. Instead, his eyes were blood red.

A smirk slowly appeared on his face, as he started laughing menacingly.

Chase's scream echoed the walls, as Marshall heard them with his heart in his stomach. A million questions went through his mind. What's wrong with him?! Is he hurting? What did those bastards do to him?!

But before he could wonder some more, He was pushed forward by the wolf behind them.

"Now young pup." Oni-Con announced. "It's your turn."

He held the pitcher in front of him as he motioned for DarkClaw to grab the dally.

Marshall knew that if he drinks that, there would be now way they would ever get out of here alive. He looked at the fire, and picked up a log with fire at the end. He shoved it forward to DarkClaw's body. He yelped loudly, as he fell to the floor. Marshall then swung it left and right, taking out two wolves beside him.

Realizing the opportunity, he ran out of the room and down the tunnel. He didn't know where he was going, he just knew that he had to run, find Chase, free Claria, and get the hell out of here.

He rounded the corner and looked back to see if anyone was following him. Suddenly, he ran into a pup and fell backwards. After shaking the dizziness off, he looked at who he ran into and smiled hopefully. It was his best friend, Chase.

Though upon closer inspection, he looked a little different, as his face resembled a super serious police officer. He pushed it aside and got up to face him.

"Chase! Oh I am so glad I found you and you're okay! Come on! We got to find Claria and get out of…"

Marshall stopped as soon as he noticed that Chase looked unrealistically to him. Staring at him menacingly.

"Ch-Chase? A-Are you….."

Marshall never got to finnish his sentence, as within an instant, Chase grabbed Marshall by the throat and started squeezing. Marshall let off a sharp gasp, as he was too shocked to do anything due to Chase choking the life out of him.

"CH-CHASE! ACK! Wh-What are you…...GACK! ACK!"

Chase flat out ignored him, as he slammed Marshall to the ground, back first, and constricted more.

Marshall flailed around as he tried to get out of Chase's grasp, but anysort of resistance was no match for Chase's strength. His voice gargled as air leaked out "CHASE! Aggghhhhkkkk! Your...ACK! ARG! Choking me! Please! SSSSTOP!"

His words meant nothing, as Chase stared into his eyes. Marshall saw that the once calming amber eyes were now replaced, with a crimson blood red!

"Aghhhhk! Chase! Ngh! What is ACK! Wrong with you!"

"Chase is no longer the same pup you know."

Oni-Con then emerges as he stands behind Chase and looks at Marshall. "He has become loyal to Red-Eye."

Marshall didn't have much left, as the air was now almost gone. He got light headed and started to go limp under Chase's paw.

"Let him go Chase." Oni-Con ordered.

Chase obayed and let go of Marshall's neck, causing the dally to gasp for air. He coughed up a storm, as two wolves flank him and pick him up.

Marshall looked at the shepherd with a broken heart. It can't be true. Not Chase! Not his best friend in the world! Chase would NEVER join the side of evil. But here he was, standing beside Oni-Con, ready for orders.

Oni-Con turned and smiled evilly. "It seems that the young dalmatian is not willing to become one of us! Therefore, we shall host another ceremony tonight!" He then stares right at Marshall. "And you, young dalmatian, will be sacrificed!"

Marshall gasps as he tried to break free, but he was still weak from Chase's choking, not to mention the wolves that were holding.

Oni-Con chuckled as he then walked behind Marshall and stared at the entranced Chase. "And you, Chase. As a test of your loyalty to Red-Eye! Will fulfill that sacrifice!"

Marshall stared on with horror as he looked at Chase with pleasing eyes. There would be no way Chase would EVER willingly kill his best friend. They meant so much to each other, and Chase already had to deal with a year without him, so there was no way that Chase would want to go through that again.

Marshall hoped that this was the thing to snap Chase out of it, and it seemed like it, as Chase took forever to respond.

Then, after a few more seconds of silence. He finally spoke in monotone, like he was a robot. "It will be done."

Marshall felt as if he was stabbed in the heart. "NO! Chase please! NO!"

The wolves then drag Marshall away with him kicking and screaming to break free.

"Chase please! You can't let them do this to me!" He yelled as he was being dragged away. "You're my best friend, man! Please Chase! CHASE!"

Chase looked completely unmoved as Marshall's screams echoed the tunnel. Chase smiled menacingly, as his blood red eyes stared at the Dally.

(A/N) Oh No! Chase has joined the wolves! And not only that, he is going to sacrifice Marshall! Things don't look good at all for the Paw Patrol! Something has to happen quick or Chase and Marshall will never go home!

Question of The Chapter: How do you think Claria will escape the mines?

For those who gave me support through the delay, I thank you, and hope this Chapter made up for it.

Chapter 13 may be a little later than planned, but nothing to worry about. and trust me, you'll wouldn't want to miss it. Im aiming for right on Halloween. (I hope so, because that would be really cool)

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This Is Sean Thames of Dragonsfire Entertainment signing off.