Savanna Central, Zootopia, Illinois, 2015.
Zootopia, a city where it is known that on the outside people live in harmony but on the inside, predators and humans are living cruel lives by suffering from a shock collar called TAME where they are forced to wear one daily since they had turned six years old. Not only that, but they also had to deal with racist prey animals who either beat them, activate the TAME collars to laugh at their suffering, or have them arrested so that they would undergo a horrific procedure if the crime is high enough.
The police were no better since most of them were corrupt and sadistic psychopaths who enjoyed the hell they'd unleash on the predators and humans every day, but there was one human who had lost everything and is killing criminals and corrupt businessmen to get revenge on the people who took everything from him.
It had all started one night when corrupt ZPD officers were meeting with Gnucci mobsters at a bar to discuss the problem with how to deal with an unknown group killing criminals and mafiosos, just as they all took their seats and the Gnucci Lieutenant tapped his wine glass with a spoon to get everyone's attention.
"Ciao, I'm glad we have all gathered together on this night to discuss a few things that have come to our attention. Our business has been suffering due to the actions of an unknown group that has been massacring our organization's enforcers and other dealers with high military precision," the Gnucci Lieutenant announced and gestured for one of the dirty cops to speak.
"Thank you, Mr. Rossi. I've been making sure a few Detectives on the take are keeping this situation quiet until the killers are found and brought to Lady Gnucci to be punished severely. All we know is that the killers are highly trained and armed with military weaponry that is able to pierce ceramic plating in kevlar vests. What we also know is that the killers are only targeting criminals and mafiosos so we're looking at a team of vigilantes that are ruthless and highly skilled," the dirty cop explained and Rossi nodded.
"Exactly...these Bastardos are trying to destroy everything that we built and Ma Gnucci wants them brought to her personally. Once these killers are brought to Lady Gnucci, we will teach them what happens when you go after the Gnucci crime family!" Rossi declared arrogantly after he stood up with a smirk and everyone at the table started cheering.
Suddenly, rapid gunfire broke out and the front windows of the bar shattered as large-caliber rounds struck Rossi and killed him on impact, causing everyone else to make noises of complete panic and alarm as they all stood up and took out their guns to fire back at the unknown shooters that were firing in short controlled bursts outside. One dirty cop was shot in the neck and he gurgled as blood came out, forcing him to drop his gun while he sat back down and hopelessly grabbed his throat to stop the bleeding as the others in the room were getting hit multiple times.
While the shootout raged on, every single mafioso and dirty cop was killed in the attempt to defend themselves and the gunfire stopped once the last man collapsed to the floor with a lifeless expression on his face, then there was complete silence as the bartender peeked his head up to see if it was safe and his eyes widened in horror at the sight of a complete massacre with bodies laying on the floor and blood splattered on the walls.
The bartender heard the sound of a truck speeding away as he stepped out from behind the bar and looked around in shock while he headed to the nearby phone and called the police to report what he'd witnessed, then he felt agony as he looked down and clutched at the bullet wound that was on his side while he spoke to the police.
An hour later, the entire bar was cordoned off by police as homicide detectives were busy looking around the scene and trying to figure out what happened.
"Fucking hell...every time I think we've seen it all in this shithole of a city, it still manages to sneak up and kick me right in the balls. Jesus, it's going to take us weeks to process this shit and where is this asshole's hoof?" a detective wondered as he looked down at a dead ram who was missing a hoof.
Outside, uniformed officers were keeping people back as a black Crown Vic pulled up to the scene and the driver got out to reveal that it was a gray rabbit in a police uniform and a trench coat, the rabbit having a hardened expression on her face as she approached a cape buffalo who was wearing a police chief uniform and chatting to a CSI officer.
"Chief Bogo," the rabbit greeted and Bogo looked at her.
"Sergeant Judy Hopps," Bogo acknowledged in a British accent as they ducked under the yellow police tape and headed to the crime scene.
"What are we looking at?" Judy inquired as they entered the bar and she looked at the massacre in disgust.
"The MO is the same as all the others, the killers opened fire from across the street and took out the victims with almost military precision but they got sloppy," Bogo explained and Hopps looked at him curiously.
"Oh, how so?" Judy asked as she knelt down and saw that the kevlar vest on the dead ram was hit straight through to the back by three large-caliber rounds.
"They left a survivor this time...Sergeant, I don't need to tell you that some of the victims are fellow cops so keep the press out of this because the last thing we need is this situation spiraling out of control," Bogo instructed and Judy nodded.
"Understood...look at this, our victim was hit with three large-caliber rounds of some kind that punched through the polyester ceramic plating and exited out the back, which means that our killers have access to some serious military-grade hardware. Christ, what the hell are we dealing with and how are they getting this kind of firepower?" Judy wondered as she stood up.
"It's unknown at this time and the DA's office is going completely mental trying to figure out all of this, but they are assuming that the killers are members of an unknown paramilitary-type organization that is just surfacing to make a statement with the training, knowledge, and weaponry to take out half the city," Bogo informed her and Judy sighed.
"Great, just what this city needs, a group of wannabe soldier nutcases running around with military-grade firepower and causing chaos all over the city. Is there any motive or some clue as to what they want?" Judy questioned and Bogo shook his head.
"That's the thing that has the DA completely puzzled since there have been no demands of any kind and we still have no idea who the killers are, but we know what they're not," Bogo stated.
"How so?" Judy asked.
"I'd say that they're not fond of the Gnucci Crime Family and cops," Bogo remarked dryly.
"What about the survivor? Did he say anything that could give us any lead to the killers' identities?" Judy asked and Bogo shook his head.
"Unfortunately, no since he was hit in the crossfire and had to be taken to the hospital for surgery. Sergeant, one of the victims was a Gnucci Lieutenant so Ma Gnucci and her sons are going to be on the warpath unless we can find the killers and put them away, otherwise, blood will run through the streets because the Gnuccis do not tolerate their members getting killed by someone," Bogo warned grimly and Judy nodded.
"Yes sir, I'll go ask around town and see if anyone might know something," Judy said and she headed to her car to leave the crime scene.
After that, Judy went to locate a human gun runner by the name of Turk Barrett and found him about to sell guns to three other humans when she whistled to get their attention.
"Oh, shit..." Turk trailed off and the other three humans went for their guns but Judy used a remote to activate their TAME collars and they convulsed as they collapsed and fell unconscious.
"Hello, Turk," Judy greeted with a mocking grin as she approached Turk.
"Crap...listen, this isn't what it looks like so, please, don't use that thing on me," Turk begged as the green light on his collar turned yellow and he was forced to calm down by taking a few deep breaths.
"I don't give a shit about what you're doing right now because I want you to answer a few questions for me. A bunch of Gnuccis and cops were murdered tonight and you are the one person who keeps his eyes and ears open about what goes on in this city," Judy stated and Turk scoffed.
"A bunch of cops got killed? That's a damn shame 'cause I'm fresh out of sympathy cards," Turk huffed and Judy shoved him face-first against the car they were standing next to and pinned him with one arm against his neck and his hand behind his back.
"Those cops had families so shut your fucking mouth before I knock out a few teeth. The killers that are responsible are highly trained and armed with military-grade hardware, enough that they could take out half the city if they wanted to. Who's the one that supplied them, Turk?" Judy growled as she kept him pinned.
"You think I know? Shit like that is so high above my paygrade-" Turk groaned and let out a noise of pain when Judy put more pressure on his arm.
"Wrong answer, so quit lying to me or you'll be forced to jerk off with your other hand," Judy threatened menacingly.
"I'm telling you the truth, Sergeant, because that tin in my trunk couldn't go through body armor! Look, I did hear something from a guy in prison where the Cartel's been getting involved into some messed up shit lately so maybe they're the ones who are responsible. I heard that they're bringing up some heavy munitions from Juarez, military-grade," Turk whimpered.
"Where?" Judy demanded.
"They're at a warehouse in a fish packing district on 13th Street and something, I swear that's all I know," Turk clarified and he yelped in pain as Judy let him go and cuffed him to the door handle.
"Listen, Sergeant, I gave you what you wanted and now my hand's busted, so how about you let a brother go, huh? Come on, Sergeant, I'm out on parol and I can't go back to jail, please. I'll go back to Hell's Kitchen in New York and you'll never see me again, whaddya say?" Turk offered as Judy took out the car keys from the ignition and smiled at him.
"Yeah, because I'm sure they missed you," Judy remarked sarcastically as she tossed the keys away and Turk looked at her in disbelief.
Judy walked away while reporting the arrest on her radio and she got in her car, then she drove to the address and eventually stopped at her next destination. Judy got out of her car and headed to the side door, then she went inside while pulling out her service weapon and aimed around as she heard someone speaking Spanish nearby. As she cautiously entered a large room, she discovered that the person speaking Spanish was on a TV but something to her right caught her attention.
Judy took a look and saw open containers that used to have guns and ammo inside them, and she moved past them after examining them and headed to a storage room with packaged fish. When Judy moved the curtains aside, her eyes widened in horror as she gagged and turned her head away, seeing the sight of dead carved-up bodies pinned up against the walls by knives as she reached for her radio and informed dispatch of the situation.
As she moved slowly through the room, Judy felt like throwing up as some of the bodies were sliced open by a sharp blade and their intestines were hanging out for anyone to see while the other bodies were stabbed and laying on the floor in their own blood.
"Oh God, what kind of sick fuckers would do this?" Judy thought with a disturbed look on her face as she passed a body that had a screwdriver in his head.
Judy's ears perked up when she heard faint wheezing and quickly headed to one of the bodies that were pinned against the wall by two knives, and she touched the horse by the shoulders which caused him to gasp as his eyes weakly opened and looked at her.
"It's okay, I'm with the police and I'm getting you down from there," Judy reassured gently as she holstered her Glock and grabbed the knives.
Judy carefully pulled out one knife as the stallion groaned and she made sure he didn't fall as she pulled out the second knife and carefully lowered him to the ground.
"I-I always knew...that I would die...like this," the stallion gurgled and Judy gently shushed him to calm him down.
"Hold on, I'm calling an ambulance so that you can get help," Judy reassured as she went to grab her radio and the stallion snatched her wrist.
"No...no...no..." the stallion whimpered and Judy moved her hand away from her radio as she held the dying horse.
"Who the hell did this?" Judy asked.
"No one escapes this...no one can," the stallion gasped.
"Please, tell me who they are and I'll make sure they'll be punished for this," Judy swore and the stallion weakly shook his head.
"Not them...him...it's one man," the stallion told her before he died in her arms and Judy's eyes widened in horror when she realized that the survivor from the bar massacre is in serious danger.
Judy stood up and ran out of the room, leaving the building and heading to her car while praying that she makes it in time.
I was walking calmly through the halls of the hospital, passing employees and patients as I searched for my target and rested my hand on the barrel of a shotgun that was hidden in my jacket. As I was walking, I spotted a ram security guard finishing up his call on a payphone and when he saw me, his eyes widened in alarm at seeing a glimpse of the shotgun and he pulled out his Beretta before aiming at me.
"Don't move and show me your hands!" the ram ordered nervously.
Before he could shoot, I quickly disarmed him and bashed the gun across his face twice to knock him out as people screamed and ran from me assaulting the guard and unslinging my shotgun after I tossed the handgun in the nearby trashcan.
At that time, Judy made it to the room where the survivor was at and she burst inside which startled the bartender and a woman with blond hair.
"Are you Grotto?" Judy questioned the bartender.
"Who the hell are you?" Grotto asked while the woman looked confused.
"I'm Sergeant Judy Hopps with the ZPD and I need to get you and your friend out of here, now," Judy stated urgently just as screaming rang out in the hallway.
"Oh God," Grotto whimpered as the woman stood up.
"What was that?" the woman wondered uneasily as she stood up from her chair.
"Someone's come to finish the job," Grotto said as he sat up and winced from the graze flaring up.
"Listen, we need to go because you're in serious danger and somebody's here to kill you," Judy explained as Grotto frantically unhooked himself from the EKG machine and headed over to the door with Judy and the woman.
Judy peered out into the hallway and saw a dark figure of a large man with buzzcut hair who was coming around the corner and he wearing a black jacket, black t-shirt with a kevlar vest over it, blue jeans with a belt, and brown work boots but what made her feel truly alarmed was the shotgun he was holding as the man was heading to the room.
"Shit," the woman gasped in terror as Judy looked at her and Grotto.
"We need to go, run!" Judy shouted and they all burst out of the room in plain sight of the man.
I saw a rabbit cop in a trench coat bust out of a room with a blond-haired woman and my target, prompting me to raise the shotgun at my target and I blasted a cart that got in the way which caused me to narrow my eyes at the obstacle while the target limped around a corner with the other two. I aimed my shotgun at the glass window that showed them running and blasted at the target, causing the glass to shatter as the woman and the target made noises of terror.
I walked quickly around the corner to see them heading towards the door that leads to the stairs and I aimed before blasting a piece of the wall that was in the way, and they went through the door as I went after them. I kicked the door open and aimed at the target but I didn't see the cop with him and the woman as I aimed at them, then they moved out of my line of fire as I blasted the wall, causing the woman to scream in sheer panic as I turned and quickly headed up the stairs.
I arrived at the roof and opened the door, rushing to my sniper's perch and unzipping a duffle bag that held a rifle with a scope inside. I loaded up the rifle with fresh ammo and rested the gun on my arm as I knelt down and looked through the scope to see a car speeding away with my target in the passenger seat.
I fired at the car and kept missing intentionally to get them into a killing zone that would put the target into my line of fire, then I saw the car about to make a right turn and I placed my finger on the trigger as the target came into my line of fire.
"One batch...two batch...penny and dime," I whispered coldly and started to pull the trigger.
Suddenly, I heard something rushing at me and I whipped my head just to get a knee to my face, sending me down as I grunted in pain from the sudden ambush. I quickly reacted by aiming at the rabbit cop that just attacked me and she kicked the barrel of the rifle away as it went off, and she disarmed me while kicking me in the face then I took out my shotgun to fire at her.
The cop jumped out of the way and I quickly stood up to fire at her again, causing her to grapple the gun and forcing it into the air as it fired and she started hitting me in my side as she ducked to avoid another shotgun blast that would've blown her head away and flipped me to the ground. I dropped the shotgun and got up to strike her and she kept dodging while hitting my face and chest with rapid punches that made me grunt many times in the process.
The cop jumped up and did two kicks to the face that sent me to the ground, then I groaned slightly as I stood up and grappled with her before slamming my head into her face. While she was dazed, I punched her twice and threw her onto a chimney before slamming a fist into her face that sent her toppling off the chimney and crashing to the ground. I grunted and started walking away while nursing my aching chin, feeling pissed that the target got away but I would track him down later since I needed to bug out before that cop's reinforcements showed up.
I heard a war cry and quickly reacted by dodging the swift kick that would've rendered me out cold, and sent the cop into a wall with a nasty strike before she tackled into me and we both struggled to overpower each other as she sent me down with a roundhouse kick and I rolled into the light that was shining above us as I got up and the cop sent rapid strikes into my face and threw me to the ground.
I landed face-first and before the cop could knock me out, I rolled over and pulled out a Glock 26 from my ankle holster before I aimed at her and the light showed that I was in my early thirties with cold blue eyes and a horrific burn scar that covered the right side of my face and head while I grinned with a bloody face and breathed heavily.
"Bang," I taunted and shot her in the kevlar vest, sending the cop over the edge and I barely stood up while groaning in pain.
I headed to the edge and saw that she fell to another rooftop that wasn't far below us and I could see that she was unconscious which made things easier for me. I looked away and headed to the area where I dropped my guns in the fight, having a feeling that I would see that cop again soon.
A/N Welcome to the Zistopia version of Darkness Within where the global pandemic never happened and Martin is the Punisher. I know that Martin isn't Frank Castle but I think he would fit into the world of the Punisher as the lethal vigilante and just to let you all know, I'm using Jon Bernthal's version of the Punisher as Martin's character since it would fit him.
Some marvel characters like Karen Page, Matt Murdock, and Foggy Nelson will only be making a small appearance since this is Martin's story and Karen will only be living in Zootopia while Matt and Foggy visit for the trial.
If you like this chapter, let me know and stay tuned.