Okay, great, so now there are cops here, wonderful, and I don't like where I feel like this is going…
I have no idea what's going to happen now, and you know what? That's what scares me the most, that I don't have any freaking clue.
I like knowing what's going on, and now, well, I'm just lost…
Course, I have no idea who this mammal who's just come in the door is, but I don't like the look of him. I'm kinda afraid of large mammals, and thankfully, my head's stopped pounding, so that's good, because every step that this guy's making is shaking the whole room, and welp, I'm not very big, so yeah, I'm shaking too.
"Just what the heck is going on in here?" he asks, seeing the battle of that I'm now going to be in the middle of. "Who started this?"
At that, everyone points a finger at the sheep, who's pointing a hoof right at me, and the officer looks between both of us.
"Alright, buddy," he says, going over to the sheep, and I see him start to get his cuffs off of his belt.
Good, I think, he's going to arrest the stupid sheep for causing trouble.
But then, of course, the universe decides that it wants to throw a wrench in my hopes when the officer stoops to talk to the sheep, and then, when he's done with that, he comes over to me with his cuffs swinging around his finger, and then, without saying another word, I'm the one wearing the cuffs, and ooooh, scat!
Wait a second here, what the flock did I do wrong? I don't know, because the answer to that is nothing, absolutely nothing, I've done nothing wrong.
"Hey, what's going on here?" Mrs. Wilde asks, her tone harder than steel and sharper than a diamond razor. "What the hell are you doing arresting him for? He's done nothing wrong!"
"Heh, as if I'll believe a fox," the officer says as he nearly wrenches my arms out of their sockets as he pins them behind my back and shoves me to my knees, and it's all I can do to not cry. Foxes don't cry, they don't they don't they don't, and yet, well, the tears are coming and my head is starting to pound again and none of this makes any flocking sense…
"Leave him alone!" Judy shouts, fists ready to go, and I feel my stomach sink once again. What now? We're both going to get arrested at this rate, and flock, I don't get it, what did I do?
What's going to go wrong now? I wonder, trying to blot out the pain and distract myself, but flock, it's not working….
"Hey, tailhole!" Mr. Wilde shouts. "You still haven't taken care of the problem here! Arrest the dam sheep, not Nick! He didn't do anything, let him go!"
"So all of you keep telling me," the officer says, snorting. "But he's a fox, I'm inclined to believe that you've all been brainwashed into thinking that he's a good person, but I know better, sir, and really, who are you to speak, as a fox yourself? Did you teach him to be like this? Be a thief? I'll bet you did. You know, fox, why don't you just go back to the hole you crawled out of? Hmm? Go on, do it, I'll take this son of a vixen with me. How's that sound? One more fox off the street?"
Why isn't anyone doing anything? Hello? Help me! I scream inwardly, hoping that someone, anyone will help me, do the right thing and save an innocent mammal.
"If you wanted foxes off of the street, Officer," Mrs. Wilde says, grinning enormously, "than you should have just said something. We'll leave you alone now, but let me just say something first."
"What's that, fox?" the officer snarls.
"Have a great day, Officer, and enjoy getting stitches." With that, she charges at him, and before he (or anyone else) has time to react, she's slashed his face, and oh, dear Karma, we're going to be pretty dam screwed, I think.
"What the-?" the rhino says as he's charged, and then, before I can say anything, she's pinned to the ground under the knee of one of the lighter officers, cuffs and muzzle on, and holy hell, how did I get here?
The next several hours are a blur, but they've ended with us sitting in jail, and you know, I thought that the 'one call' sort of thing was a myth, but that's exactly what Mrs. Wilde is doing, waiting for her chance to make that one call, and I'm waiting for a little bit of food, 'cause I haven't eaten much today; at least the room's stopped spinning like it was earlier.
"So, what exactly happened back there, Nick?" Judy asks from where she's sitting in the cell next to me. One thing I do remember is that everyone volunteered to come along, so here we all are.
"What did you hear, Judy?" I say, rubbing my back and rubbing my fingers nervously through my headfur.
"Well, I heard that the officer, the tailhole, decided to arrest you instead of the sheep who actually caused the trouble. You know, I recognized him… and I can't say that that's a good thing…"
"Who was he, Judy?" I ask, fretting with my tail.
"Oh, just Mayor Bellwether's right-hoof man, that's all," she says, her tone so flat that, would it not get me in trouble, I'd applaud her. She's better at being a fox and not letting anyone get to her than I think I'll ever be able to be.
"Oh, that's wonderful," I say, as sarcastically as I possibly can. "So what now?"
"Shut up, Nick," Judy says, and that stings. What did I do to deserve that?
"Wha-?" I begin, trying to ask her that very question.
"Nick, be quiet," she hisses. "Mom's making her call, I want to hear what she's saying, okay?"
"Got it," I say, miming zipping my mouth shut, which gets a smile out of her, and we both perk our ears to figure out what's being said.
"Yes, sir," I hear Mrs. Wilde says. "Yes, sir, that's exactly what happened. Mm-hmm, yes, we are, and yes, we're broke. Yes, sir, that would be much appreciated. Yes, of course, you'll be here soon? Thank you, Senator, pax et honoris to you too, sir, thank you, thank you very much."
Well, this is going to be interesting, I think. Time for some more explaining, I suppose.
AN: Last chapter before Camp NaNoWriMo. I'll try and tap out a few more chapters on the side, but I have no idea whether that'll happen or not. Parallels is going to be my project once again, you can find it over on FictionPress on my profile; I'm InkFoxPrints over there.
See you all in a month!
~Wrong Password