The roars and crashes of the bullpen were making the only rabbit there try in vain to stop the noise by stuffing tissues into her ears, yet even that didn't stop the ruckus from entering the sensitive ears. Grumbling in frustration she just slumped there defeated. The rocking of the chair she was on made her turn around to see a much more awake fox. His usual smirk in place. Judy was about to talk to him, but the chief barged into the room. Bogo didn't usually do that, usually an officer would announce his entry but this time there was none, just him busting the door open and standing behind his podium.
Everyone went silent, the chief only did this if this was something important.
The chiefs intense gaze wandered over the bullpen, his eyes stopping at the bunny and fox duo.
"There has been a massacre of about a dozen Ritual crusaders at Foxtrot Village, it may be a start of a genocide, but whatever killed them must be powerful." He gazed around the room once again, then looking at the documents he had planted on the podium.
"Also an addon, a few kilometres away from the village, in Sherwood forest, at a clearing there were unknown magical scorch marks and sharp bones. Blood was found at the scene on a pine tree, but we don't know who's it is, forensics are trying to work it out but for now the owner of the blood is unknown. But most importantly in the middle of the clearing were unturned earth, not made by a human, CSI is trying to find out what made it, but at the moment we need to find the person responsible for the massacre and the battle that went on. The ZBI are trying to find out what happened through satellite images. We on the other hand will be working on solving who, or what did this, the attacks might be linked, but that's for you to find out. Everyone at hands for this case." He looked up from the papers and said in a even more serious voice, if that was possible.
"This may as well be a national threat, for now it's only the authorities, but if this gets out of hand we'll have to pass it to the Military." And with that he gazed once again, dismissed the Bullpen and shuffled out.
The whole Precinct was on about it, gossiping about what it could be. The famous duo however was at their desks, Nick was pacing around the room, deep in thought while Judy sat at her chair, watching intently at the pacing fox. He was chucking a fireball, about the size of a tennis ball, into the air and catching it, like a said ball. Getting frustrated he threw the ball at the wall, instantly something looking like a mirror appeared where the fire hit, the frame was made of fire and the 'glass' seemed to be… Solid fire?. Judy looked on in astonishment.
"What is it Wilde?" A smooth calculating voice said. A figure stood in the mirror like object, the figure stood tall and straight, he wore a black cloak, with a yellow Hexagon on its chest, you couldn't see its faces as it was swallowed in darkness by the hood of the cloak.
"Master Crow." Nick said, bowing deeply. Judy found it funny somehow, her usual goofy fox all formal. She didn't mean to but she let out a soft giggle. Making the cowled figure look at her in surprise.
"Who's that Wilde? Is it your girlfriend?" The figure said in a teasing voice. The blush was of course not visible but the rabbit could still feel it there. Nick answered smoothly.
"No uncle, she's a friend, one the race can trust." Seeming to nod Master Crow signaled for the rabbit to come towards the mirror. Uncertain she looked to the tod, who just nodded in assurance. Trotting to the mirror she looked at the shadowed Master, who seemed to be looking ever her, almost inspecting.
"Why do you hide in the shadows?" Judy asked, making the fox visibly look surprised, no effect on the master through.
"Why, are you scared of the darkness darling?" He asked, she could tell he was looking into her eyes, almost as if taking a look through her memories.
"I'm not scared of the dark, just the thing that hides in its shadows." She replied.
Nick look confused, but after a while a chuckle could be heard from the Master.
"Very wise words, but we hid in the shadows to serve the light, I assure you." He replied, continuing inspecting her.
"Give me your hand please." The cloaked mammal said, confused one more she looked at Nick again, who nodded once more. Outstretching her paw she almost touched the solid fire before his hand shot out, grasping hers. Yelping in surprise she jumped a few meters. A few laughs were shared between the Master and Nick, before she punched Nicks arm, making him mumble.
The master seemed to feel around, pushing in spots around her paw and such. He was mumbling to himself the whole while. He let go suddenly and her arm fell back to her side.
"She's very powerful…" He said to himself, seeming deep in thought, before turning, rummaging through things, shouting out for a 'Magpie' at times. Finally he turned back and threw a pure black stone at her. Judy catched it, it was smooth and a homely warmth radiated from it.
"Now dear, what do you see in the mirror?" The master said. The bunny looked up, and instead of seeing the Master, she saw a different thing in the mirror.
Unbeknownst to her, Nick was chatting to the Master, talking about the situation.
"Did you feel it uncle?" Nick asked.
"That I did Nick, the restlessness of the dead, followed by a dreading feeling of fear. It's something ancient and powerful, we know that much, I've estimated about 3 billion years old. Of course, Falcon has wanted to kill it, sending a few scouts before we could stop him, one came back injured, by a bone though, not magic. The other scouts, all dead. It has made me speculate a few things, of course, the creature or creatures might have magical powers unknown to the race."
After a while Judy gasped, the stone dropping from her grasp. She was shaking, looking around confused.
"Where am I? Nick? NICK!?" She then saw Nick and ran at him, crushing him and a tight hug, she was sobbing, in what sounded in relief. She was still shaking so Nick slowly, not knowing what to do rubbed her falling ears. He looked at the Master in confusion, who looked worried, then called out again for a 'Magpie'
"I told you to get the seeing stone!"
"I gave you it!"
"I meant the seeing stone, not the future seeing stone you imbecile!"
"I'm sorry you weren't specific!"
"Just give me the memory stone!"
Once done the master chucked the memory stone at Nick.
"Press it against her head, she'll forget what she just saw." Nick did so, pressing the warm green stone against her head. Nick then placed her back at her desk.
Blinking Judy looked around, rubbing the back of her head.
"Wait, I was just standing in front of the mirror how am I here again?" She said confused.
Nick came up with an excuse, which she brought.
"Any way Nick, I want you and your friend her to try and look for the creature, and try to protect it. If anything we want it as an allie, not a enemy as Falcon seems to want."
Nodding Nick felt butterflies, he knew where this was going.
"You gonna have to get into you magical attire." The master could tell Nick loved it, as it basically meant he was kind of free from the rules of restricted magic. Nick nodded, said his farewells, then made the mirror back into a ball and caught it.
"Magical attire? What like a cloak or something, a pointy hat with stars on it?" Judy carried on for some time as we made it back to the tods apartment, so he could change and try to find the cause of this ancient magic.
Nick just rolled his eyes. As he unlocked his door and walked in he threw everything on the floor, desperately wanting to get into his magical attire. Judy closed the door behind her and followed him. He went to the study door, and Judy noticed it was the only one closed. He said a few foreign words, and the door swung open. He waltzed inside, Judy following. She looked in astonishment, ancient books covered the bookshelves, tables filled with science equipment, all with different colours, some normal, some glowing. Nick was opening another door and slipped inside. She was about to go in but the tod was already out, all changed.
He wore casual jeans, knee pads on said jeans, he wore a white formal shirt with a black tie. Over that was a short smart casual grey trench coat. He looked as though when picking his clothes he'd gotten confused what was and wasn't formal.
"Lets go!" He said joyfully. Walking around her. He tossed a small piece of meat into a beaker filled with blue glowing liquid, squeaks could be heard as a little Luminescent dragon flew up and chopped on said chicken, squawking happily. In astonishment she didn't notice Nick already out the room. Walking out the room Judy noticed Nick with a old wooden box.
"What's that?" She asked, Nick, looked up at her then looked back at the box.
"It's what will make me not pass out, each Hexillion has a unlimited amount, but you need permission of a Member of the THHC, other wise known as 'The High Hex Council'. Just waiting for Crow to do such."
There was suddenly a small click and the box opened, in it was what looked like a bunch of glass epipens, with glowing yellow liquid inside. Nick took some and stuffed them in his pocket.
He then walked over and held out his paw, confused she looked up at him.
"It's so we can see for ourselves what we're dealing with." He explained, noticing the confused look. She held onto his paw and waited.
"Hold on tight." He said, then walked into a shadow that was in the corner of the room.
Darkness, that was the first thing you noticed about the ancient catacombs. Scuffles of paws could be heard as dark hooded figures shuffled through the tight winding corridors.
In a little secluded room, branched off from the catacomb; lay victim to two hooded figures, both silently fuming while waiting for the third.
Soon enough a third figure stroll into the room, cape flapping behind him.
Almost instantly the newly arrived figure was slammed into a nearby wall.
"YOU IDIOT!" The voice shrieked in anger, grabbing the other mammals throat and choking him against the old dirt wall.
Choking, the other figure managed to let a few whispered and strained words escape. "I.. don't under… stand." He choked some more before the hooded figure dropped him to the floor.
Coughing and spluttering, he stood up and massaged his sore neck.
"Was that really necessary Wyrm?" The wolf called out, his voice still weak.
Fuming Wyrm turned back towards the canine. "You can't help yourself, can you! I mean twelve Crusaders?! Do you know how close I was to being found out after you nearly killed a random scouting party?! Gods!" Wyrm was angrily pacing, shaking and writhing in anger.
The onlooker decided to join in. "I have to agree with Wyrm here Crimson. If you hadn't of killed those crusaders our whole operation could have been blown. I know you enjoy killing, so do the rest of us, but there is a place and time." The smooth yet dark female voice said.
Ears now back the wolf stood there guilty.
Then suddenly Crimson was flung unto the air, choking once more. Both Wyrm and puma stepped back in shock as a black tendril was wrapped around the canine's neck.
A large shadow emerged from the entrance, the tendril snaking out from under its cape.
"You just can't help yourself can you Crimson? Your lust for blood has clouded your mind, let darkness full it once more." The deep gruff voice spoke, the tendril at Crimsons neck becoming tighter.
Then the wolf was dropped on the floor, gasping heavily for air.
"Wyrm and Noire. I want you both to try and find this creature that can bring us victory, when you do, bring it to me." The massive shape instructed the two bystanders.
"What about me?" A shaky voice asked.
"You will stay here in the catacombs until I tell you otherwise." The shadow was about to leave before a scream interrupted its movements.
"BUT I WANNA KILL! I WANT BLOOD! I WANT-" But before the screaming canine could finish his sentence, a quick flash of black and suddenly the wolf was screaming in pain.
Laying next to the puma was a grey-furred arm, blood shooting from it. The canine clutched the stump of an arm and screamed in more pain.
"You want blood, then have at it." And at that, the shadow turned and left. Leaving two shocked mammals and one mammal clutching his bleeding stub where his arm used to be, screaming out in pain.