Author's Comment: So, what's this?! Another update!? This must be a trick of the mind! It must be!
Yes, I announced I was taking a break from the story, but sheesh, I just couldn't stay away, could I? I found myself constantly bothered by the fact that I could be continuing a fun story, and what do you know? Here I am again, back at the laptop!
While I do love pursuing music/song writing, I will still update this story as frequently as possible!
Anyways, with that out of the way: what other series would you guys like to see me write about next? Older Disney movies, TV shows, or what? I'm open to basically anything, so recommendations mean a lot.
To everyone who was saddened by my announcement: CHEER UP! It's time for some more of the story!
Judy POV
I wake up to the unmistakable sound of commotion, gasping for breath as I jump out of bed.
This is it! He's found us! What do I do? What do I do?!
My door bursts open and I freeze in the center of my room, not knowing how to react.
"Judy! Something is very wrong!" Nick tells me, and I sigh in relief.
"What's the matter?" I ask, not suspecting anything major. Even if this isn't anything major, still: Nick just can't seem to catch a break.
"My dad! He...he...took them!" he sputters, beginning to hyperventilate as I hear his mother speaking to my parents, conversing about letting police officers handle it.
Don't worry, Judy! This is just another dream! No big deal! You'll wake up any minute now and you'll go eat breakfast with Nick! Yeah, that's what's going to happen!
"Really?" I ask Nick, knowing that everything will be okay in just a matter of moments.
"Yes! Yes really!" he says, tears streaming down his face.
At the sound of his increasingly distressed voice, I realize that this is not just some dream. Nick's emotion is real.
I do the first thing I can think of doing: hug him tight. I embrace his warmth for a brief moment as I know this could be the last moment we ever get together.
Things are about to get real, and we may never see our friends again.
Think positively! We will definitely see them again! We just have to rescue them...
I let go of him for a moment to receive one more kiss just in case something happens.
I'm not saying something will happen, but I want to be prepared. I don't want to leave Nick in any way without reminding him that I love him.
"It's okay Nick, we'll get them back" I reassure him after our lips part, and he seems to act a bit more stable.
"I really love you Judy" he tells me, and I lightly smile at him.
"I love you too, and I promise we're going to get them back".
"But my dad...he's a monster..." Nick says fearfully, "what if-".
"We can't think that way" I tell him as we exit my room.
My pulse is pounding out of fear as the thought of discovering Melvin or Violet's corpses becomes real to me. I know that this situation is dangerous...no, beyond dangerous, and as much as I try to think positively, sinister thoughts still linger in my brain.
We walk into the den where we find a panicked scene.
Nick's mom is on the phone with Melvin's parents with an expression that screams both anger and fear; anger that she ever let a monster like her former husband into her life, and fear regarding what may happen next.
Fear.
It's obviously the goal being pursued by Nick's father, and boy, he hasn't failed at his one mission.
I glance at my parents as they rush into the den, obviously concerned for their own safety.
I stare at the police officers crowding around us, trying their best to obtain any helpful information.
With Nick's dad among other threats hiding in the shadows of Zootopia all around us, the sound of commotion is never one that comes innocently.
"What's wrong?" my mother asks as she stumbles in front of Nick's mother, her breathing sounding rapid and distorted.
"This is awful!" Nick's mother replies instinctively without answering the question, losing the ability to stay calm.
"What is?!" my father asks in a terrified tone.
"They're dead" she says in a shaky voice, "someone's children are going to die because of me".
"What is going on?!" he asks once again, and Nick's mom finally replies to the question, seeming to partially snap out of her trance.
"That monster" she speaks, "he took Violet and Melvin".
My parents take a second to regather themselves as they excuse the police officers in the room as non-hostile.
"Why would he do that?".
Nick's mom listens to the voice in the phone as we patiently wait for an answer, our fear beginning to leak through our skin. The atmosphere feels heavy now, and my eyes are filled with water as I try my best to stay strong.
"Don't worry, we're already on it" one of the officers states.
If he's trying to reassure us, he's doing a bad job at it.
If you're so efficient at your job, why haven't you caught him yet? Why has he been on the run for days now?
I continue asking myself these questions with a harsh undertone, panic beginning to tighten it's grip on me.
"Bring as many officers as possible" Nick's mom recommends, knowing fully well just what a cruel devil like Vince Wilde is capable of.
I just hope it's not too late already.
Violet POV
The pain in my paw in unbelievable as I wince, sitting back down in my original position.
I try not to groan or cry for Melvin's sake, knowing that such things would make us feel all the more vulnerable.
"What are you doing?" he asks in a confused voice, raising an eyebrow.
"I told you, I have a plan!" I reply, leaning against the hard, cold wall, washing the pain in my paw away from my focus. There are more important things than a hurt limb.
Much more important things.
"I mean, if you have a plan, shouldn't you just tell me so I can make sure it's...you know...plausible?"
I roll my eyes, gesturing for him to look my way.
"Just watch!"
I shift myself into position and grab the chain once again, making it appear like I'm still chained to the wall. I'll have the element of surprise on my side, which will obviously aid with...well...whatever I'm trying to accomplish here.
And a broken paw against you. Good job, Violet.
There wasn't another way.
Sure there was.
What?
You could have chewed your arm off.
I sigh at the sound of my own mind's senseless arguing and look over at Melvin, wondering if he's caught onto my plan.
His bright blue eyes stare at me in mystified fashion as I study the blood and bruises on his face, and for a moment I think he might've taken a hint for once.
And then he shrugs.
I groan, looking back to the chain.
"I'm going to pretend that I'm chained up, and then when he comes to drag us...wherever, I'll attack him and get his key! Then I'll help you out, and..."
"And what if he comes with multiple henchman?" he asks me, "what will we do then?".
I hesitate for a moment, beginning to realize that I haven't thought this through quite as thoroughly as I thought I did.
"Well, I can try-".
"No, Violet" Melvin tells me, "you'll just end up dead, and...I don't want to see that".
I glance down at the ground once again, pondering a possible solution.
"We're going to die anyway" I tell him in a downcast tone, "why does it even matter? At least I'd go down as a hero".
"You've always been a hero in my book" he tells me in attempt to lift my spirits, flashing me a weak grin, "you don't need to die to convince me of that".
I feel a strange sensation in my stomach as I take in his words, but I quickly shake the feeling away, trying my best to feel bitter.
"And who says I'm dying just to prove to you that I'm a hero?" I ask him, knowing that he's for sure defeated this time.
He may be a great arguer, debater, whatever term you prefer, but clearly he's defeated this time around.
Right?
"Well, who else would you be trying to prove anything to? You despise the world. You've told me that like fifty-thousand times, literally! Violet, you're really a strong person, but you don't have to prove it to anyone. I know you're strong. I know you'd be willing to die for a better cause because I know who you really are".
Geez, this kid knows how to talk to me.
"Well, uh...that's really nice" I reply, not wanting to stutter or say anything dumb.
God knows if I'm blushing by now, I'd never, ever forgive myself. Melvin would tease me to no end, and he'd never let me hear the end of it.
Get a grip, Violet!
"Don't mention it" Melvin replies hastily, as if to discard the silence as soon as possible, "but we still need to figure something out".
I bring my mind back down to Earth as I hear his response, coughing lightly in order to regain some composure.
"Right" I say with a breath, "we're not dying today".
He chuckles my way, ignoring the aching pain that I know for certain is plaguing him at this point in time.
"That's the spirit!" he says happily, "although I don't find breaking my paw to be the conventional method of escaping".
I can't help but giggle at his remark through the throbbing in my paw, punching him on the shoulder playfully.
"Breaking bones is my job" I inform him, "you'll be the lamb in distress".
He nods.
"And you're alright?" he asks me, "with your...you know..." he speaks, gesturing to my paw.
I snicker, trying to act as tough as I can.
"Oh, trust me! I've been through worse".
He looks at me with a look of concern; one that I actually find myself embracing, and then he speaks again.
"As long as you're sure. I mean, it's not really broken for any good reason now".
I glance down at my damaged paw with a face of amusement.
"Well, it can't be a bad thing that I'm out, right?" I ask him, "I can figure something out. Besides, how do we know he'll show up with more than just himself?".
He repositions his eyes to the small window, scratching his chin with a deep expression.
"What I was saying is that we need to have a backup just in case" he explains to me, "but like I said, I just..." he trails off, staring back down at the floor.
Normally I don't mind when people end their sentences halfway, as it's usually preventing something they'd regret ever saying. However, for whatever reason, I just need to hear his words.
What is wrong with you Violet?
I shake away the bizarre thoughts, but I still can't stop myself from asking questions.
"What were you going to say?" I ask him, scanning through the possibilities.
Maybe he'll say something really sweet.
Violet, what's wrong with you? You're off your rocker today!
No! Feeling special in the eyes of someone isn't a bad thing!
Feeling special?
Melvin simply holds his stare in my direction, his face looking conflicted as to whether he should speak or not.
"Oh, um...you know, I just don't want to lose my best friend after we just started to understand each other" he mutters, staring down at the ground now, "not to sound weird or anything" he adds, looking back up at me to assure himself that I'm not upset.
"Why would that be weird?" I ask him, relaxing a bit against the wall.
"Well, I mean, three weeks ago you would have clawed my eyes out" he proclaims, scraping at the fur on his arm.
"Well, that was then, this is now" I tell him as kindly as I can muster, "I promise I won't claw your eyes out".
As he sniffles at my statement, I realize just how happy and content I am with this moment. Stuck inside a dungeon of sorts, I feel like I'm at home.
And I'm not ashamed to say that it's because of the boy beside me.
Kygo POV
All of my life has been an airplane crash until this moment, and it's finally about to hit the ground and burst into flames.
The sirens are quite jarring as I give up on slamming my fists into the door, scanning the interior of the bunker with wide eyes.
Where is there to run?
I sprint towards the back of the room and enter the hallway that was forbidden to me back when life was a game.
I open the door with a fearful expression, but I don't slow down, rushing to find something, anything of usefulness. I can't go out this way.
I have to get back to Vince, I have to end him! I need to save my friends!
I don't want to be reduced to nothing.
I don't to be gone.
As I enter a room at the end of the hallway, I notice several conveniently placed grenades on a dimly lit table, and I gasp to myself.
This has to be too good to be true. I've already fallen for one of his traps, and there's no way this isn't another one.
Regardless, I grab one of the grenades and turn back around, dashing down the hallway once again.
The second I come across the doorway again, I stare it down with fiery eyes.
I'm not going to die today.
I quickly pull a pin on a grenade and throw it at the bunker doorway, immediately diving for cover.
However, what happens next is not what I expect.
The grenade sits idle, not bothering to explode before my eyes.
As I stare in confusion at the small weapon, I hear the loudspeaker crackle on again.
"Oh, Kygo! My dearest!" the voice of a devil speaks, "you've done it! You've reached the next level!".
I cross my arms, staring up at the various security cameras that I assume he must be watching me through.
"What kind of game are you trying to play, Vince!?" I scream in fury, watching the grenade cautiously.
"There are ten grenades in the kitchen! One of them actually explodes and will set you free. The other nine emit deadly gases! You have five minutes to escape before they all go off, and, well...you're toast! Have a fun time!" are his final words before he hangs up the intercom.
I stare at the grenade as I begin to notice greenish gas seeping out of it and into the air, and my heart rate immediately increases ten-fold.
"Oh my god" is all I manage to choke as I turn around, running back down the hall in horror.
You're gonna die, I preach to myself, going to die.
Going to die.
Going to die.
I scramble in attempt to pick up more "grenades", beginning to hyperventilate at this point. I begin my sprint back to the lobby, but find that the gas is already beginning to spread.
I pull the pin on the first and give it a throw, hoping with all my being that this is the right one.
However, my hopes do me no good.
The second the grenade hits, a green gas begins leaking out, and I scream in terror.
I can't die today. Not today.
I pull the pins off of the grenades in my hands, throwing two at once desperately towards the doorway, but they both leak green gases once again.
The room is filling up quickly with this gas, and I'm already finding it hard to breathe even though I'm not in the center of it.
I sprint in the opposite direction with haste, knowing the gas will be flooding down the hallway in no time, and once that happens, well...
It's basically over.
I re-enter the lobby this time with three in hand, pulling the pins off one by one and slinging them in the direction of the metal wall, tears beginning to stream down my face due to the gases.
My skin is beginning to burn due to the chemicals, and my vision is becoming blurry as I blindly throw the grenades.
At last, I hear a deafening explosion, and I'm hurled backwards onto the ground.
I choke on the gases as I attempt to scamper to my feet, blinded, and I try my best to feel around for the way out.
I ignore the intense burning pain and follow the heat, knowing that's where the grenade must have exploded just moments ago.
Not only have I lost my eyesight, but my ears are ringing too intensely to register any sound. All I have to rely on now is my sense of feeling, and even that is beginning to fade with each moment.
I feel myself trip over the ruins of the door, screaming louder than I ever have in utter horror, even though I can't hear myself anyways. The pain is becoming too much now as I feel the sidewalk under my paws, and I fall to the ground, convulsing.
My eyes no longer see, my ears no longer hear, and my lungs no longer function. I'm as good as dead, one might say.
"Help!" I feel myself shriek, but it's too late for that.
It's time to close my eyes.
It's time to let go.
Vince POV
With this moment, I am simply content with staring out the window.
Now that everything is lining up, why should I worry about anything else? I have everything that I want, everything that I need in my grasp.
Well, unless that lion actually managed to win my game. I do suppose it's quite impossible to win, though. There's no realistic way that she could have made it out. But I still like to give my...victims...a chance. A chance to survive. A chance to meet me eye to eye again.
But that stupid lion cub is probably long dead by now, and rightfully so. She ruined everything that I stood for.
Ruined it.
But now, I stand for something new; something unstructured. I deliver pain to people that most definitely deserve pain. It's just what I'm meant for.
It's who I am.
And now, I finally have everyone biting my bait.
I glance at the door out of the bunker, knowing that my time is near. The cops are headed here now in swarms according to the open walkie talkie lines, and it couldn't be better timing.
They'll discover those two twerps alive and halfway well, but that's not the point. My daughter and the goat haven't done anything against me in all reality, and although they did deserve the beating they received, killing them would just make it all the more easier to track me down.
I rise from my seat with a smile, Trevon taking the gesture as a cue to begin moving out of the back entrance and into the van.
The police finally think they have us pinpointed. They think this will be an easy mission that will end with no lives lost. They are truly naïve enough to think that I will go down without a fight.
The thought makes me snicker each time it trespasses through my mind.
We close the door behind us securely as we walk silently, our assault team of six. We mask our intentions behind blank expressions, knowing that the job we have at hand must and will be carried out.
We will show the city of Zootopia that we are a fear worth running from.
A fear that you cannot fight.
A fear that you cannot hide from.
Are these thoughts simply impulses dictated by insanity, or will all of this work out? There is only one way to find out. And while I fear that perhaps something will go wrong, I know deep down in my heart that nothing will stop me from tearing my family apart. Even if my gun jams, I can strangle them to death. I'll slice them to pieces with my claws.
I will make sure they remain down, drowning in a pool of blood.
Unless...
What if they don't deserve to die? What if they deserve worse? What do I do then?
I cringe at my own overly-complicated thoughts, yelling at the voices in my head internally.
This will work.
Melvin POV
Violet seems to be content with simply sitting in place, holding her paw in such a manner that it appears as though she is still restrained.
Maybe it will work, maybe it won't.
However, aside from the obvious sights in the dismal chamber, I'm having mental battles of my own. Trying not to blame Nick for all of this is a constant battle I have to fight, remembering just what he stands for.
There is no true way to pinpoint the blame, however. Simple delusions in my head are the culprits in this case.
I will stand with Nick, even through this.
Remember what he went through.
As I sit in silence, I hear Violet let out a deep breath as she gazes over at me, looking dazed in a sense.
"Violet, something wrong?" I ask her, causing my voice to reverb around the room as usual.
She pats her stomach.
"Just getting a little hungry...and thirsty. I guess I could cut off my paw now, maybe that would come in handy!" she says, chucking dryly at her cheesy joke.
"Nice one" I tell her, "but seriously, what's bothering you?" I add, knowing that she's hiding something.
She takes a moment to regather herself after laughing to look me in the eye, obviously preparing to speak the truth.
"I'm still in disbelief, okay?" she tells me, sighing again, "I mean, it's just weird. Nick's my brother, and my dad is some psychopathic killer fox".
I nod in partial understanding, but offer her a warm smile.
"It's crazy, isn't it?" I ask her, "like, even if we don't make it through this, our lives really have changed".
She manages a grin my way through her bloody lip, knowing that indeed her life has changed for the better the past few weeks.
"You're right" she admits, "I feel happier in this dungeon than I did a few months ago. Come to think of it, my house basically was a dungeon".
"And I'm sorry about that" I tell her, "home shouldn't be that way. Home should be the one place where you feel free to be yourself and have others around that accept you for who you are. Your family, well...".
"It's okay to insult them" she mutters, "they're dead to me anyway".
"Well then, in that case, they're absolute vermin for treating you the way they did".
She grins hugely now, seeming to love my thoughts on her putrid "family". Her eyes seem so alight even in this dim room, and her bruised face looks more content than I've seen it in quite a while.
"You seem really happy" I declare, "like happier than I've seen you in my life".
She shrugs, carving her initials into the wall behind us.
"Honestly, I don't know" she exclaims, "maybe he drugged me or something".
Abruptly, there's a "slam" on the door in front of us, and I hold my breath, gazing over at Violet as the noise grows louder.
"Open up!" the voice screams, and I instantly recognize that the voice is not the monstrosity that locked us in here.
"Help! Help us!" I yell in reply, hoping that the soul hidden behind the door is a friendly one and not one of hostility.
As the door slams to the ground in front of us, I can't help but hold back my joy, instantly recognizing the figures in front of us as the ZPD.
"Did you catch him?!" Violet asks him as he walks over to us with additional officers behind him, looking quite burley for a wolf.
"I'm 'fraid not. Looks like he left the premises not too long ago" he says as he holds a pair of clippers up to my chains, cutting me free.
I stand up quickly, noting my overwhelming thirst that didn't seem to exist until now, mysteriously.
"Here, we brought the two of you some water" he says, and I beam at just how convenient the situation is.
"Thank you, sir!" I say to him as he helps us out of the room, sipping water gratefully.
And that's when Violet comes to the realization.
"Officer" she says with a frail voice, looking stunned all of a sudden, "you say that the fox escaped the scene?".
The officer leads us to his car, chewing on some sort of food as we walk.
"Yes ma'm. Don't know where he went, though. We're lookin' into it".
And then Violet stops walking altogether, standing with a frozen face, looking quite disturbed by the simple news.
"Violet?" I ask her, "what's the matter?".
She glances at me with cold eyes.
"Oh, no".
Boy, it sure does feel good to update. Violet and Melvin are two of myfavorite OCs of all time, and it's so fun to write about them.
For WildeHopps shippers, don't worry! There's plenty of that to come. There will never be a shortage of Nick and Judy, trust me on that.
Also, Nick's dad seems to scare me more and more with each word I write regarding him. He is absolutely evil, in the truest sense.
Anyways, please leave any thoughts you have in the reviews, and I hope everyone enjoyed the latest update!
Until next time!
