So I've decided to post ACT 7 in chapters since it will take really long to upload the full thing since I'm far from done with it. I hope you enjoy and I'll come back with a new chapter tomorrow. :)

FINAL ACT: The Swordsman and the End of it all

"As the earth dies your spirit will bloom; as the world fades your soul will rise and glisten. Amongst the dehydrated crevices of a desert earth you will stumble upon your diamonds; in between the dry skulls and cracked bones you will find your sapphires."

C. JoyBell C.

Bryan: Crazy Noisy Bizarre Downtown

The night was still as silent as Marvin and Kii had left it. The three burnt bodies were faintly glistening and had a weaker fire. It was still nauseating to look. No fur, only muscle and bones. He looked over at the one in the middle, that was positioned in a taller post. Milo's son, the tiger Marvin killed. Half of its brain was gone, and the bottom jaw was nonexistent. The raccoon had really done a number on him. Not that Bryan cared. The tiger deserved it. The other two mammals were not recognizable to him but they were probably important if they were being burned along Milo's son.

The pile of cars was as grotesque-looking as the three bodies. He wonders how they even moved all those cars and piled them up. It was a mystery. To the other side of the big obstacle was the first objective of his mission. Thankfully, they had left a gap in the street from which he could cross. It was still very dark and he wasn't very nocturnal. The thing that most bothered him were the sounds of screaming and chaos from the distance. Of course no one would be in the zones with no electricity. They can't risk being killed by night prowlers. Now that he thought about it, he was running that risk. He tried not to think too much about it.

Bryan's only guide right now was the moonlight and the fire that was still aroused vibrantly. According to the GPS, he was standing right in front of the objective. There it was, as clear as ever. The source of the zone's electricity, on top of a utility pole. His suit provided him with many technical uses like scanning, things he had developed himself to be on the suit. He had developed it specifically for safety labor work, as it was completely electricity-proof, since the entire outfit was made from very hard rubber, a substance he had developed as well. All that scientific knowledge and still so thick headed he thought, still ashamed at the way he flipped out on Marvin, his leader and the only person he could trust his life on. He's very grateful that he was able to be forgiven. Now he was gonna repay the favor.

His suit's gloves were also modified to be adhesive which he would use to climb the pole safely. Not for nothing they called him the greatest scientist of ZAIM. With no time to spare, he began climbing. He could see there were sparks coming out every 3 seconds or so. He figured the energy from the stones had caused an overload of electricity that ended up blasting it. Nothing he couldn't fix.

Some touches here and there and in practically no time at all, he managed to fix the lights, and it was beautiful. He finally saw light and beauty above all the pain and misery.

"Mission accomplished," he announced happily.

"Great job, Bryan! I knew you could do it," Paul said in a trenchant voice.

"Don't get all sassy on me, I did a great service," he uttered bitterly and with a hint of humor.

"Hehe yeah I was just kidding. Come back to the base or stay if you want to help out."

"I'm going to go to Rainforest, see what all the fuss is about," hearing that made Paul very happy. Bryan will be able to help out his sister in trouble. He was still uncertain about her fate and that was making him nervous. At least he would get a better peace of mind if more people came to her aid.

"Thank you, Bryan…for real this time," he softly spoke.

"No worries. I will try to make up for my stupid mistake from earlier. I won't disappoint you guys again," he said while trying to contain his sobs.

"Don't you go crying on me, you're a tough guy. You know Marvin doesn't blame you anymore," Paul said with great honesty and care for his friend.

"I know, but…i still owe him. From now on I will listen to his every word. I won't doubt him, because he never doubted me."

"Whatever, you big oaf. Call me when you get there." He ended the call. He knew behind that bitter demeanor was care and worry. He appreciated it. With all his heart.

Down he went to the now lighten up streets that were still severely deserted. The blaze and the moon were no longer his only light source. The dreariness was still present, to his misfortune. It sent crippling chills down his spine. Even out of darkness, it remained dead. Still not a single sound.

Except for the abrupt clank that came from the pile of cars where the 3 burning bodies stood tall. Bryan figured it was someone wanting to pass through it. He took his assault rifle and aimed directly at the cars while slowly approaching. If it was another one of those cult members he would make sure to shoot at first sight. No remorse. They will not do whatever they want on this night.

Bryan took to account that the pile of cars was now very visible and were in a somewhat good condition, except for the dents and the stains from the burned flesh and ashes. What he never actually noticed was that there was something below those cars. Something holding them down, or so it looked. It couldn't just be floating cars, could it?

The suspicious sound was suddenly put to a second priority as he fell curious to the mystery of the seemingly buoyant cars. He was approximating the accumulation, as careful as he could be, to examine below. He aimed his gun at the floor and released the finger from the trigger to see. He crouched, the foul smell of rot inexplicably stronger. He looked down on the cars…and all his answers were finally answered.

An ocean of death wandered into his eyes, the smell fouler than ever before. Bodies of mammals of all species, ages and gender were now visible to Bryan. He put his paw over his mouth with incredible shock. All of the bodies had been severely massacred and unlike the three burning bodies, these mammals had a worse fate. Eyeballs plucked out, hearts stabbed into their heads, massive holes in each and every part of their poor bodies. Some of them still had shocked faces.

An arm suddenly moved in the pile. It was a tiger.

His lower jaw had been completely ripped off and was now slowly dying. Bryan couldn't believe this savagery. This hatred towards animals was something else. He couldn't manage anymore and vomited. He got dizzy and suddenly started to cry. All the innocents, all the lost lives. He counted about twenty bodies. Seven of those seemed like children.

Broken, he crawled slowly away from the bodies beneath the cars. His eyes still as open as when he saw them. He felt his heart pounding as if it wanted to run away from his body and forget about what it had just seen. He felt out of oxygen, fatigued. His arms and legs were shaking and he couldn't properly get up. Any attempt he made resulted in failure.

"Too shocking for you, Bryan Ramston? I made this specifically for you, old friend," a strange voice spoke from the other side of the barricade, making a grim echo. Bryan, still not recovered from his shock, tried his best to say coherent words.

"W-who is it? What are you talking about?"

"To destroy an organization all you need is to kill the head. But, unfortunately, I enjoy messing around a bit with the legs," the somber voice was getting closer and it seemed to be climbing to the top of the cars.

"Y-you better show yourself or I'm gonna shoot!" said Bryan, hysterically.

"Hey calm down there, partner, I'll show myself. Not like it'll be possible for you to aim right in your state," the animal said, mockingly while muttering something else Bryan wasn't able to hear.

"Wanna try me?" he said daringly, his finger right in the trigger while pointing the gun at the stranger's direction.

A fox's hand was seen in the top of the cars. It was almost done climbing and his head kept approaching slowly to the top, making Bryan almost see his face. It was a fox alright. Bryan turned white in surprise and shock when he saw the mammal's face.

It was the fox he had killed by a bullet in his head, now completely alive and breathing. The hole in which the bullet was supposed to still be located was visible, but it kept getting smaller and smaller until it was no longer there. Completely healed, he climbed to the top, and smiled sinisterly. Bryan's whole body was shaking, he couldn't keep the aim steady.

"You were saying? I tried you, and here we are, heh heh. Got a bit startled there, eh, old friend?" Bryan could almost not hear what he was saying. He was still clouded by confusion.

"H-how? H-how are you-"

"Still alive? Well, that's kind of a long story. Hmm, where should I start? Oh, right," he sat on the edge of the cars, fire still burning behind him. "It all started with a little kid fascinated with all kinds of science. His family was poor and he could never afford anything for himself. So he became a scientist and formed a group of his own, with people that loved him," as he was telling the story, his red fur started dissipating and turning into a shiny orange color. Bryan looked mesmerized. "Until another scientist got in his way, delaying all the discoveries he was gonna make with the new metal. A stupid scientist had to go and interrupt his plans!" He turned angrier and angrier and kept turning bigger and taller. His fangs grew larger in size, and his claws were the sharpest Bryan had ever seen. He still kept quiet. He was speechless. The mammal's voice was now lower, and more terrifying.

"It was never the guy's wish to kill him, because despite everything, the scientist wasn't a bad person. But sometimes in order for something to be accomplished, sacrifices have to be made. So one night, he took the metal and swung it as hard as he could against his face, killing him in an instant, without remorse." He looked straight into Bryan's terrified eyes, looking very deeply into his soul, with the most foreboding face.

"You do know who I'm talking about. Right, Bryan?" He jumped to the ground and was now at his level, except that Bryan was still on the floor.

"N-no, it can't be. You can't be… Milo-" he was hyperventilating. He was fearful and confused. He couldn't be. He just couldn't. The person in front of him wasn't him.

"Milo Clawmez…at your service." He bowed mockingly, still with a wide grin on his twisted and maniacal face. He got closer to Bryan.

"I guess you have many many questions about my unexpected return, and how I was just a fox befo-" Bryan shot him many times with his AR-15, surprising Milo. The shots left many holes in his body, destroyed his lower jaw and his left eye was gone. Nevertheless, he was still standing.

"Biu phertainly aben't habby to meet meh." (You certainly aren't happy to meet me) He tried saying. His lower jaw started to grow back as if it was just a speck of hair, followed by his eye. His other holes in his body started to fill up just the same.

"I would like for you to stop shooting at me. I might not die but it's still uncomfortable to feel parts of my body just reappearing. Very unpleasant." He said calmly.

"Why should I fucking care, you murderer?" Bryan stated, angrily. "You killed Patrick, you killed members of the only family I ever had."

"The only people I killed were the ones that were barriers to my plans," he said, as calm as ever.

"Was Mary an obstacle? Was Mary a barrier?" Bryan said, trying to hold his tears as much as possible.

"Mary, huh? It's been a while since I've heard that name," the tiger said, surprised and meditative.

"You still remember what you did to her? The poor girl. She did no harm to anybody!"

"I didn't harm her either, Bryan. It's the truth. She was caught by one of my subordinates. I didn't know about it until they showed me her lifeless body," he informed. "I severely punished that person. He killed someone against my will, and someone who did no harm in return. I'm deeply sorry for that." He lowered his head. Bryan couldn't believe it. It felt genuine.

"It still doesn't absolve you from anything. You know what you've done." Bryan gave him a hard look.

"Oh I completely agree. Some things I've done…they are pretty inexcusable, but they're all for a purpose. I always have a goal in mind. It isn't just blind destruction." He kneels and points a finger towards the array of corpses. "See all those guys there? They're all criminals. Going from rapists to pedophiles to shady lawyers. I did this mess of a city a favor, even in it's last hours."

"Are some of the kids there criminals as well, or are those just for decoration?" Bryan questioned.

Milo chuckled. "Heh, you never miss anything, huh? It's always been one of your great qualities," he said in a soft tone of voice. "The kids are simply innocent casualties. I'm telling you the truth about the people. We've been waiting for so long for our moment. For an opportunity like this. For me to be able to take back what is rightfully mine."

Bryan looked at him with boiling eyes. "It was never yours," he exclaimed, accentuating every word.

"But there's not many people here to stop me, are there?" he looked around mockingly.

"There will," he said, and in a quick dash he put his hand on the earpiece. "Paul call the base in Zibia we got a problem."

As Bryan began to send the message Milo approached his way in almost no time and gave him a blunt kick right on his face, landing him some feet backwards and into one of the building's walls.

"Bryan, what do you mean, what's going on?" Paul talked, curious and alarmed about the sudden violent sounds. Another punch came Bryan's way that made his head leave a hole in the concrete. Milo took the earpiece and smashed it to pieces with the strength of his fist.

"Ohh Bryan Bryan Bryan, you've made a bad choice. You took all those punches for nothing," he told him, while Bryan was struggling to move or even talk.

He coughs blood. "That's what you think." He spits more blood and what seems like a piece of tooth. He drags himself closer to Milo and with extreme pain he finally got up and stood to Milo's eye-level, showing him that he wasn't gonna back out.

"So…what's your next move?" Milo says. Bryan, with a confident look, smiles smugly.

"My secret technique." With great speed, Bryan runs the opposite direction of the car pile, leaving Milo extremely dumbfounded. He closed his fists with anger.

"Are you mocking me? Nobody mocks me. Let's see who's the one who laughs last." He starts to run at an unbelievable speed and even though Bryan had gotten really far from him, there was no mistake he would be reaching him soon.

Bryan started to slow his pace. He was fast but his stamina wouldn't last forever. Milo was still going at an incredible speed and he didn't see signs of slowing down.

Milo was just leaps away from Bryan. His long and twisted claws were ready to enter Bryan's skin. Before it could happen he jumped as high as he could and gave Milo a mighty kick in the face, the same way he had done to him before.

"Eye for an eye, bitch," he said as he began to fly thanks to his suit. He went high and began to flee the scene.

But it is never that easy. Milo began running insanely quick yet again and took a big leap towards one of the buildings. Gaining momentum, he jumped again to a higher building. Bryan, aware of his intentions, kept getting away from as many high buildings as possible. Milo ran up the buildings, with no need of his paws to climb them. He reached the top of one of the concrete giants and quickly spotted Bryan some miles away from him. He runs again and jumps ferociously off the edge, making him travel an immense distance. As if floating in the air, he redirects his trajectory away from some other buildings.

The cold hand of the tiger was now millimeters away from Bryan. If it hadn't been for Bryan looking behind at the exact moment, he would've been toast. When he looked behind and saw the murderous being getting closer to his leg, he managed to deal him another swift kick, this time strong enough to land him straight inside a building. The mirror of one of its windows shattered completely at the crash of such a big animal.

Milo's eyes turned red. His blood was boiling. He was trembling in anger. He was being fooled; and he was no fool. He ran through the hallway of the building, still keeping track of Bryan, making sure he was on his radar every single time. He only wanted to capture him but now it's personal. He was running straight into a wall, but he was unfazed. He passed through it as if it was a very thin piece of cloth. He was destroying everything in his path. Fury took over the center stage.

He leaped from building to building, finding the perfect spot to give Bryan what he desired. He had gone farther than him and was now waiting to ambush him. In just a few seconds he calculated with exactitud the time he would be at his spot. Milo might be a brute but he was still a scientist. With no worry whatsoever, he leaped from the edifice and perfectly grabbed Bryan, surprising him.

Now it was an air fight. Bryan was struggling to stay up while Milo was trying to bring him down. They were turning around like spinning tops, each trying to get rid of the other.

Milo took the advantage and destroyed both of the propulsors on his hands, only leaving the one on his feet, making Bryan lose his balance and leaving an opening for Milo to strike. He grabbed the sheep's chest and with great force stopped them both from turning in circles. They were now falling at a great speed and Bryan couldn't do a thing to stop it. The propulsors on his feet alone wouldn't carry the weight of the tiger.

Because of the fight they had arrived back to the place of the burning corpses. Bryan, totally worn out, accepted defeat and was ready to die at the tiger's hands. He wouldn't survive such a fall. Right before hitting the floor Milo threw Bryan to one of the building's walls, breaking the fall. It still didn't prevent him from taking severe damage to his spine. He hollered in pain. This time he was unable to move. The pain and enervatedness prevented him. Now he couldn't run away nor try to fight back.

"So…now what?" Bryan asked tiredly.

''Now...you will listen to what I've been trying to tell you since I came here. The story of how I became this mess.'' He points at himself. "It was a very painful experience, not gonna lie. After killing Patrick, building my own lab with my own resources was harder than I thought, even with the help of my son. But of course Patrick's bundles of joy would try to kill me. I saw that coming. So I focused on experimenting and experimenting. I had no time to rest. My back was against the wall. Wasn't until one day where I accidentally fell on a boiling container of liquid Absorbium," he told, as he smoothly sat on the pavement for comfort. Bryan was struggling to stay awake. He felt a big pounding burn on his back and could not move. If he dared do so a sharp and undesirable pain would course through his chest. Broken ribs he thought. It was highly dangerous for him to move in that state since one of his broken bones could perforate either one of his lungs or the most important thing to stay alive. His heart.

"I felt as if I actually died. The pain was immeasurable. Everything I had worked on gone to waste, or so I thought. As quickly as it had come, the pain went away. The boiling hell now felt like a nice warm bath on a beach. Then I looked at my body. I was expecting to get shocked at the sight of my bones sticking out through all the melted skin and meat, but I was wrong. My arms and paws were perfectly healthy. It was as if it never happened. I realized, then and there, that I had made a scientific discovery. A very great one, at that."

"So you became a supermammal?" asked Bryan.

"I guess you could say it as such, yes," he began smiling. "I just knew you'd get hooked to my story once I started it. See what waiting gets you?" he stated, insultingly.

"Why are you telling me this? What's the point? Just kill me already." Bryan said, containing his pain.

"What's the fun on finishing you off if you don't even understand how I'm still alive? Things take time, my friend."

"Don't you dare call me your friend again!" he screamed heatedly. He ran out of air very fast. He had forgotten about his pain and tried to suppress it, but it only helped in making it worse, finally letting out a moan and him breathing rapidly to catch his lost air.

"You okay there, bud? You're not feeling too right, " Milo said, wanting to sound as cocky as possible. "You know, you shouldn't move that much. Three of your ribs are broken and one of them is dangerously close to your heart. You wouldn't want that to be how you die, wouldn't you?" Bryan looked at Milo puzzled.

"W-what?" Bryan spoke, confused.

"Oh I forgot to tell you. I have great vision. Even one that can surpass skin. So please calm down, I'm almost done." Milo said on his usual calmness as he prepared to resume his tale.

"As I was saying, my powers would help me fake death and make Patrick's idiot seeds think they won, but what would happen to me in the long run if I couldn't show my face ever again? Well, that's where I discovered more about my power. I can't just regenerate at will, oh no. I can also absorb life itself and plant it into me. So basically I could absorb your life, and by doing so, I'd take your lifespan and appearance. That's how I was a fox before. Make sense, right?"

Sense? There wasn't much sense to what he was saying, thought Bryan quietly. His scientific mind took over and he was beginning to question how something like that could've happened.

"Did you…try giving the power to anybody else?" he said weakly.

"I knew you'd get curious about it! I just did," Milo said cheerfully. "That's how a scientific mind works. You always want to know and discover new things, no matter where or in what state you're on. That's the difference between us and the entire world. To answer your question though, yes I did. But unfortunately, to no avail, it didn't work. I kept thinking about what made me different from anyone else but couldn't come up with anything. As far as I knew, it was all a random miracle." He looked down, as if his own words had hurt him slightly.

"But that's not what I believe now. See, a scientist can't prove nor deny the existence of an omnipotent, omnipresent and omniscient being, so if my powers really were just a miracle, then it must've been done by someone out there," he gazed at the stars and motioned his hands as if he was presenting them to Bryan. "It's like I was chosen on a mission. This day was destined for me to succeed over everyone else." His face, dry as sand, perturbed Bryan. He seemed diabolic, otherworldly. If there was any particle left of the old Milo, it was gone with that horrid gaze.

''Soon after I discovered my full potential, I began developing a plan to fake my own death so I could work on my projects more freely. As you know, it worked to perfection. You destroyed my base and Sheila put a bullet in my head. I waited until you left and began reconstruction of a new base on the outskirts of Zibia, where I remained in asylum for 10 whole years. 10 years of exasperating wait, that fortunately weren't for nothing. I've always been waiting for an opportunity like this. An opportunity to finally rise up and claim this city as mine. In this state it isn't gonna be that hard.'' He finished, sinisterly.

Bryan looked at him with growing disdain. He seemed almost impossible to defeat. An immortal being like him is gonna be the ruin of the city. He wants to do something, try to kill him once again, try to retain him temporarily, try to make him fly away to outer space. But profoundly he knew that he could do nothing in his state. He was slowly dying and felt himself faltering. His internal damage was surely fatal. All he could do was pray for the best. Milo got closer to him and began speaking the last words Bryan would hear. He kneeled and approached his left ear. The ovine, not being able to do anything, just raised his eyes in worry. Milo opened his mouth.

''You really shouldn't have pushed me, Bryan. You and Patrick's cunt children should have known who they were gonna fucking mess with.'' His sharp claws pierced Bryan's stomach. Unable to hide the pain, he screamed. Blood oozed from his belly like water from a river. As he kept agonizing, Milo said one last thing. "Enjoy heaven, I might meet you there." He cackled maniacally and began leaving, climbing the car barricade. Bryan kept getting paler and paler by the minute. His eyes started losing color and he didn't feel his legs anymore. He could only do one last thing.

He reached his pocket with the only strength he had, and got out a cylindrical object. There was a button in the middle of it and pressed it. His last breaths drew closer, and he managed to say some last words with the last strength he had.

"PAUL! MILO IS ALIVE! SAVE THE CITY!" His eyes fell down, not being able to be held anymore. His hand fell limp, and with it the mysterious object. Millimeters before falling on the floor, the object began to float. Wings had come out from the two circular ends of the figure and quickly moved to Paul's location. Bryan was able to see it proudly. At least he was able to help one last time. Such hard work deserves a rest. Just a little…rest…

''Mary... honey, are you in heaven? Will I be able to see you again?'' A tear rolled down his face, knowing all too well what came next. Seconds after he spouted those words, he fell silent and smiled.

Bryan Ramston died bravely at 9:01 PM in Downtown Zootopia.

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