Author's Note: You can call me an attention whore if you want but I do greatly appreciate hearing y'alls thoughts. I don't own the rights and this seems to be one of my more violent entries.
Chapter Five: Scene of the Crime
Zootopia Correctional Facility
"I knew you couldn't stay away for long," said the tiger detective, who wore a brown suit jacket and black sweater over some blue jeans.
"I went to Thanksgiving like I was supposed to," replied Nick, "so what the hell are you talking about Gabe?"
"We both have a personal stake in this case," said Gabriel, as that was the detective's name, "I'm just better trained and more competent to handle this than you."
"Oh fuck off," groaned Nick.
"Do you two know each other," asked Skye.
"So you're the poor sap assigned to babysit my kid brother," said Gabriel to Skye, "may the Lord have mercy on your soul. I'm Junior's older brother," he extended a paw to Skye, "Gabriel Bengal."
"Nice to meet you," said Skye, "I think. How are you two related?"
"He's adopted," replied Nick.
"I'll have you know that I've been getting along a lot better with mom than you," chimed in Gabriel, "and besides, they took me in before you were born and didn't ask my opinion on another kid."
"Can we not do this now," asked Skye.
"No," said Nick and Gabriel in unison.
"Okay," said Skye, "can you at least tell me the story of why a rabbit, fox, fox-rabbit hybrid and a goddamn tiger grew up in the same household? Were you a war orphan or something?"
"A little too close to home," replied Gabriel, "my real parents were killed in a terrorist attack about thirty years ago. The real Nick and Judy were the ones that saved me from the bad guys and took me in. If they didn't arrive when they did, I wouldn't be alive today."
"Oh God," said Skye, "that must have been horrible."
"One thing I've learned since that day," said Gabriel, "is that there are some truly good mammals, and others are so evil that they cannot be saved. Judy Hopps is one of the best of us. Our two fugitives are the latter," he checked his weapon, a .357 magnum revolver, "if you have to shoot, do it with the intent to kill."
Gabriel escorted his younger brother and the rookie vixen into the prison, where they were greeted by three shotgun toting guards, a rhino and two caribou.
"Those animals killed dozens of guards and laughed about it," said the rhino angrily, "I'd love to see that hyena wearing a colombian necktie soon."
"I've felt the same way for the last twenty years," said Nick.
"We're not murderers though," said Skye.
"You saw the security footage too," replied Nick, "just one of those guys out is bad news. Right now they're both running free, and with the way things are right now, this city is not prepared to deal with criminals that are this dangerous."
The rhino escorted them to D-wing, where the most dangerous offenders were locked up, including Grassman and Joker. "These two have been locked up for a long time under extreme security," said the rhino as he walked the three cops to the gruesome evidence, "some of these poor bastards were good friends of mine."
Skye noticed what looked to be close to fifty dead medium sized mammals laid down in a line on the floor, with blood soaked into the sheets. She foolishly decided to approach one of the corpses and look under the sheet. "My Lord," said Skye as she saw the face of one of the many victims. It was the panther that Grassman threw the knife into his eye. His right eye was gone, leaving a bloody mess that went all the way to the brain and a tiny bit of the blood got onto the cat's face. His left eye was still open, projecting the terror of being killed in such a violent manner, along with his jaw dropped down for maximum effect. This unlucky guard did not have a chance.
"First time seeing a dead body?" asked Gabriel to the very distraught Skye.
"Yes sir," replied Skye, who was slouched over as if she was going to puke.
"Good thing you didn't see any of Joker's victims," said Gabriel, "a lot of them are in even worse shape."
"Can I kill these bastards if I find them first?'' asked Nick.
"If they try something stupid," said Gabriel, "which they probably will, then pop their asses."
Tundra Town
"Here comes Santa Clause, here comes Santa Clause, right down Santa Clause Lane," sang the hyena as he stuffed a dead polar bear into the closet of the tenement. The Hyena's name was Kevin O'Laughlin, who went by the nickname Joker because he had a permanent grin and enjoyed laughing at the most sadistic acts he committed. He had a fondness for wearing colorful clothes, namely purple and green, and he wore makeup that made him look like an evil clown, with bright red lips, a white face and the top fur on his head dyed green.
David wore a red jacket over a black t-shirt, along with red athletic pants and dyed his mane red. The zebra loved the sight of blood, so wearing it was something he liked to do. David was the more collected psycho, the mastermind of the escape as well as what they were planning to do with their time out.
"Yuri's a wiseguy," said David as he searched the kitchen cabinets, "right?"
"Heh," chuckled Joker, "you did the research, not me. It'd be really funny if some of Mosin's boys came after us though. We could kill bears till the cows came home, then the cows. Hahahaha!"
"Okay, good," said David, "we're on the same page. Just need to find Yuri's weapon's cache. We're gonna need some firepower."
"For murder and mayhem I presume," said Joker.
"We have a chance to kill Nick Wilde again," said David, "as well as Judy Hopps. Since society's all pussied up now, if we kill the heroes, we can then gangrape this miserable city for all it's got before we go down."
"Hey I might be even crazier than you," said Joker, "but I'm pretty sure that death is a one time deal. And Nick Wilde's been dead."
"Apparently he had a son," replied David, "Nick Wilde Junior. I'm sure the kid wants to see his daddy again."
"And this uzi ought to make it easier," said Joker who suddenly revealed the submachine gun he discovered and didn't tell his partner about.
Brakabrakabrakabrakabrak!
He fired a burst into the ceiling, sending bullets into the apartment above them and alerting the entire building.
"When were you going to tell me you found the guns," asked David playfully.
"Hahahahaha," laughed Joker, "I don't know. I just had fun watching you look. There was a shitload of guns under the bed. We might as well be done here."
"Yeah," said David, "we should get our asses out of here now. No need to face the cops quite yet."
Savannah Central
Skye volunteered to drive the cruiser this time, and Nick happily obliged, considering how upset he was that the mammal that caused him so much personal damage was now running free with his even crazier sidekick. They were patrolling Savannah Central, in hopes of finding the two fugitives.
"How about a little music," asked Skye as she gestured to the radio.
"If I hear All I want for Christmas is You one more time," replied Nick, "I'm going to shit a chicken."
"No holiday cheer," asked Skye, "even for a bad boy like you?"
"I haven't had a good year since our fugitives killed dad," said Nick, "it got too fucking depressing."
"Can you talk about anything else," asked Skye, "like if you have any friends or hobbies?"
"Drinking and boxing," replied Nick, "and I'm not that popular."
"Go figure," said Skye, "the other guys at the precinct sure don't seem to like you, and you didn't make a good impression yesterday."
"Well what about you Miss I'm from the country and I came here for a big city adventure," asked Nick, "what's your story."
"I guess I've always been driven to public service," said Skye.
"Oh god," groaned Nick, "you sound like my mother."
"Well I basically worshiped the ground she walked on as a kit," replied Skye, "as well as your father. They were both great role models."
"So who trained you at the academy," asked Nick.
"Uh," said Skye as she tried to remember, "some old kangaroo. He had quite a few scars and his last name started with Mc…"
"McBoot," asked Nick.
"Yeah him," said Skye, "he trained us well, but he kept mentioning that his dad didn't love him or something. That and he had a weird obsession with Vietpaw."
"Yep," said Nick, "that's Uncle Danny alright."
"How do you know him," asked Skye.
"He was a good friend of Dad's," said Nick, "and he helped around the house a lot after he was gone. But yeah, he also didn't really get along with his father, who was a Vietpaw vet."
"That makes perfect sense," said Skye, "so do you know anybody in your age group."
"They all hate me," replied Nick, "especially Ralph after I pranked him last week with a taser. How about you, any friends or boyfriends?"
"Haven't been in town long enough to get to know anyone," said Skye, "and a lot of the guys I've met just wanted to pump and dump, which I don't do."
"Well they aren't real foxes," said Nick, "real foxes are picky and don't see mates as disposable."
"What do you care," said Skye, "you're only half fox and there's no way in hell I'd date, sleep or do anything at all with you outside of work."
"Mom gave me this beautiful speech about finding someone with meaning and what her first time meant to her," said Nick, "instead of the old 'stop it or you'll go blind'. Pluss I'm twenty-eight years old and I'm so sexually repressed that even a high wind gets me hard on a bad day. And even then I can't just casually fuck around."
"I'm not sleeping with you," said Skye, "ask me again and I'll request a transfer, which you damn well know will get you fired."
"Look," said a frustrated Nick, "You might be hot and I might be an asshole, but there are some lines even a piece of shit like me won't cross." Then he slumped down in regret.
"So that's how you feel," thought Skye aloud, "I bet Chief Hopps would love to hear what her boy thinks of his hot, sexy partner."
"Please don't," begged Nick.
"You might look weird," commented Skye, "but maybe in an attractive way."
"Stop!"
"Oh I," she began to sing, "don't want a lot for Christmas."
"Don't fuck with me!"
"There's just one thing I need."
"For Christ's sake," pleaded Nick, "stop!"
"I don't care about no presents."
"Shut up," said Nick, "I need this job! It's all I know!"
"Underneath the Christmas tree. I just want you for my own," she playfully grabbed Nick's chin, "more than you could ever know. Make my wish come true! All I want for Christmas….
"Is…
"You….."
Damn this infernal tune, thought Nick as Skye began singing the most overplayed holiday classic of the last twenty something years, and damn her for knowing how to fuck with me!
Skye drove off singing the upbeat pop tune, much to her partner's dismay. If he didn't make such a bad first impression, thought Skye, maybe I would want him.
Author's Note: So I've talked about Joker (not to be confused with the treatment I gave Bellwether in the original storyline) quite a bit and decided he needed some screen time. I hope you weren't disappointed. This was also how I envisioned Nick Jr. and Skye's relationship, a rocky start but they'll eventually warm up to each other. As for the joke about Mariah Carrey's All I want for Christmas is you, yes it is overplayed and any of you who've worked retail should know what I'm talking about. I learned to hate this song after hearing it along with half a dozen crappy covers all day for five days a week. Make sure to share your thoughts!