AN: Another day, another update. We're getting things fired up here and we got a lot more to go. A few… distasteful and horrible things happen in this chapter. Just as a warning. It's Damian Stone, what else do I have to say. Hope you enjoy
Disclaimer: I do not own Paw Patrol
"When going out looking for revenge, dig two graves." -Chinese Proverb
Stephen had to admit he lead a crappy life leading up to this moment. Orphaned a young age from gang violence. Joined gang violence. Spending his life on the lam, shooting up, killing people, bangin' hoes, and nothing else but surviving every day under the cruel world. Stephen had no illusions that he was going to die at a young age, but the one thing he feared was dying under the hands of Damian Stone. There was death, and then there was Damian. The man had a hundred ways to kill you in ways you couldn't even expect. He once saw the man kill a man with a fucking pencil before having their intestines baked into a cake to be delivered towards their child to eat.
He was messed up.
With his place hit by that mysterious pup that killed all his men like he was a ninja. Stephen had no choice but to relay his message to Damian. All his boss said was to come. So here he was, on a chain in the middle of an old YMCA building with four armed guards watching him. Stephen had already prayed every prayer he knew and now was just sitting waiting for the worst. He even heard a few of the guards whispering how long it was going to take him to die.
The door to the room opened and Stephen stood up straight as a figure walked in. He was dress in jeans with a black t-shit this time, flipping his infamous knife around in his fingers. Whistling, Damian walked right in and kept his eyes on Stephen the entire time as he began to circle him. He just continues to damn whistle and pace. Whistle and pace.
It went on like this for nearly ten minutes before Damian stopped in front of Stephen and lowered himself low enough to look at him in the eyes. "Stephen. Do you know how much money's worth of drugs those were?"
"… yes."
"And you're only job was to protect that place… and make sure the drugs flowed."
"Yes."
"And you couldn't do a simple job as that? You had to let someone come in and own your punk ass like you were their bitch?" He raised an eyebrow and placed one hand on his shoulder. "Now, I don't care about the dead men. Personally, I wish you joined them, so we wouldn't have this conversation. But now I gotta do the dirty work and, while I personally enjoy it, I've got lie ten other things to do today. However, the drugs were important for my big plan. The plan that's gonna make us famous. That's unforgivable. So why don't you just tell me who was it that did it, and then I'll cut your throat before going after them, okay?"
Stephen sighed and lowered his head. "It was a pup."
There was silence.
"A what?"
"A pup. Based on the size and paw hand, it had to be one. I think… maybe it was Zuma? I couldn't get a good look at him, but he did want me to give a message to you," replied Stephen as he looked at a curious Damian in the eyes. "He says he's a sin of the past and he's going to take you to hell with him."
Damian just stared at him. He stared for a long time as the two just silently looked at each other. And then Damian smiled. He giggled. Then laughed. He laughed so loud and so sudden that even his guards were taken by surprise. Everyone stared at the laughing maniac as he continued to scream like he was on ecstasy, pounding the floor with his feet in excitement as he jumped up and down a bit. "Yes! Oh, my goodness! Yes! He's alive! Oh, that sweet innocent cock sucking puppy really is alive! I wasn't completely sure last time, but now?!" He giggled a bit more before glancing at a stunned Stephen. "Oh, you have made my day. Like seriously made my day. This makes everything all the sweeter in the long run."
He nodded to the door with a smile on his face. "Go on. Get out of here."
"W-what?"
"I'm in a good mood and you put me in a good mood! I was gonna painfully kill you, but now I wanna kiss you. Go ahead and leave, take the day off! Oh better yet, take the week off! This is gonna be great!" shouted Damian as he began to dance around and sing. "Zuma is alive and well! Alive and well! Alive and well! Zuma is alive and well! Time to make his life a hell!" He stared at Stephen who was still sitting there. "What are you waiting for? Go already!"
Not replying, Stephen slapped himself awake before running out the door. Watching him leave, Damian sighed in relief. "Ahhhh, I love it when good news comes together. Seriously, this is just my perfect day. I mean I was in a rage that Ryder and his doggies lived with some strange robot gear that would make Micheal Bay relief himself, but this is?! This makes up my day!"
"Sir, I thought you hated the pup. Why are you glad he's alive?" asked one of his guard.
"Because," said Damian, looking at him with a smirk. "This means I can continue to hurt him some more. Maybe even finally kill him personally. Of course, it seems like he's developed a bit of a kill streak, which only makes this even more interesting. Usually, when I break people they just kill themselves or become a mess, but Zuma? He's gotten a killer instinct. I like it."
He stroked his chin. "This makes the game all more fun with him on the board."
The door opened again and this time came in Jonathan "Boomer" Sinclair. "You wanted to see me, DAAGUH!" cried out Boomer as he fell to the floor after getting a knee to his stomach. Damian's foot pressed against his head, making it squish between it and the concrete floor.
"Sorry, Boomer. See, I was in a good mood, but seeing your ugly face reminded me that your bombs failed to kill one single member of the Paw Patrol," replied Damian, calmly applying more pressure to his feet while looking at his nails in an emotionless expression. "Now I would also blame my guys, but again. They're dead. So, you'll have to do for now." With one final stomp there was a snap of the neck and the struggling body went limp. "I guess he went out with a whimper instead of a bang. Did we send our sympathies gift to the family?"
"It's already arrived."
"Good. I hope it bring them fond memories of dear old dad. Now go get a shovel, I wanna give Zuma a welcome home gift."
"Woah, check out these Paw Patrol dolls!" shouted a young boy who picked up a Chase looking doll. "I wonder who gave them to us?"
"Who cares! I wanted a Skye and Marshall doll for awhile now!" shouted another young boy as he pretended Skye was carrying Marshall on her back.
Their mother, a young beautiful woman, looked at box and said it came from her husband's work place. Maybe a gift for the boys?
"Hey, Mom. Mind if we take these upstairs and play with them!" shouted one of the boys as he grabbed the box.
"Of course, just be down in an hour for lunch," replied their mother as the boys cheered before rushing off. "I wonder where Johnathan is anyway. He said he would just be gone for an hour." She then noticed that the boys dropped one of the dolls. A Zuma doll if she remembered correctly.
Picking it up, she went to the stairs and shouted, "Boys?! You forg-"
She didn't get a chance to finish as a second later the doll in her hand explode, incinerating her. The ones upstairs also went off as well, giving her children the same fate. The explosions rocked the house and even the ones nearby as windows were shattered, furniture was broken up and set aflame, and the gas to the house went off in a huge boom. Everything inside the house was destroyed as the fires spread outside while onlookers quickly called 911.
Detective Shaw remembered the old Punisher comics he used to read as a kid. In fact, he would honestly say that seeing the vigilante is what inspired Shaw to become a police officer in the first place. He wouldn't say that he agreed with taking the law into your own hands, but sometimes it takes breaking the law to protect the law and Shaw had done it more times then his boss would have liked. Shaw had no love for criminals of any kind be they drug dealers, murders, rapists, illegal aliens, cultists, terrorist, rioters, or even scammers getting savings from naïve fools. You did something bad, you hurt people, you break the law without a justifiable cause, you were a criminal. None of this "social justice" bullshit he kept hearing from politicians, activists, and spoiled rich brats who focused more on what people said on some twitter account that hurt people's feeling then what people did on the streets. Didn't matter who they were or what they believed or where they came from. You broke the law you were a criminal and Shaw had no sorrow for them.
However, even he had to admit that he felt a bit sorry for what happened to Stephen's boys out here on the docks. While it was known that Stephen had been using docks for drugs, they always seemed to be tipped off about a raid and shipped the stuff somewhere else to do business. Shaw suspected there was a leak, or several, who were giving info to not just Stephen, but also to his boss Damian Stone.
In less then a few months, Damian Stone had the entire city back in his pocket like hadn't even left. It made Shaw's blood boil that he couldn't get this man after all the harm he's done, but it looked like somebody decided to take action.
Or some pup.
Detective Shaw wouldn't be surprised if Zuma was the one behind this since their witness in the last drug place to get a bust like this described Zuma in good detail. Shaw, however, had used what clout he had to put doubt in his superior's mind that a pup could do so much damage. Even one as skill as Zuma who was a life saver in all honestly. Ryder said he would come up with a plan to protect Zuma, but if this was Zuma who was doing this then it meant he had cracked.
Murder was still murder, even if they were scum. Zuma had done enough to earn him a death sentence of the courts found him guilty. And usually someone who goes on a rampage like this doesn't stop until the one they want is dead… or they are.
"Had to have been at least a few guys who did this," replied one officer who watched the body bags get taken away.
"Maybe," replied Shaw as he took a sigh. "There is a war brewing and we're only just seeing the beginnings of it."
"Chief said he's bringing in a top FBI group to handle all this," replied the officer, shaking his head. "Not sure what makes a difference since the last time they had them helping out they didn't get Stone out in Adventure Bay."
"Yeah, well this group is different," replied another officer, smirking as she walked over. "I hear they got this dog, German Shepperd, who's a crack ace agent. Never lost a case and is a hero back in his home city. He's good. Damn good."
"How good?" asked Shaw.
"Stopped a terrorist cell in Minnesota good."
Shaw whistled as he looked around the destruction of the area. "That is good."
"But isn't Paw Patrol also coming too? After what happened to them last night, I'm surprised they even want to come down here after nearly getting killed," replied the first officer.
"They're a stronger group then you realized," replied Shaw as he thought about what happened at The Lookout. He was more then relieved to learn that Ryder and his pups were alive, but also the fact that they had some serious hardware to protect themselves. Ryder called it the H.A.V.O.C. armor, and it looked like it could dish out its name sake. Ryder had already told Shaw ahead of time that he and his team were coming to Costal City as soon as preparations were made.
At first his boss was against it, but he was quickly shot down when Ryder revealed he had the US government's sponsorship provided he would share details of the newest armor to them after their case was complete. If there is one thing to always move the asses of the brass its big guns.
"Guys! Guys!" shouted a voice that alerted the three of a CSI employee running to them with his phone out. "Get to Youtube and check out the news channel!"
Instantly, Shaw got his phone out and did so only to have his eyes widen and curse upon seeing the reporter proclaim they had just be delivered a digital video from none other then Damian Stone himself with a message towards "His Best Doggie Friend In The Whole World" and threatened that if they didn't show it he would use a bomb in an already packed area.
Others around him quickly got their phones out too or check out the phones on others as the video began to play.
With the Lookout all but destroyed, the Paw Patrol decided to rest and prepare for the trip to Costal City in their new underground base, The H.A.V.O.C. Center. They were going over the schematics of the city when Katie contacted Ryder and told him that Damian had sent a threat to the news station in Costal City to play a video he sent or else. Using their super computer, they watched as the anchorwomen warned viewers of the content they were going to see before Damian Stone appeared on the screen.
The instant they saw his face, some of the pups like Marshall whimpered in fear, while others such as Rocky growled upon seeing the one who ruined their lives months ago. It was then he began to speak. "Are we good? Great," he clapped his hands and smiled. "Zuma! Buddy old pal! I thought you were dead, but it looks like I didn't teach you your lesson the first time in regards to fucking with me. Some pups just don't know when to be properly trained I guess." He shook his head but then smiled, showing those golden teeth in his sick grin. "But I must admit, I am impressed. I see you've finally put on your big boy pants regarding that incident at the docks. You did end up costing me a fair share of drugs and men, but, eh, water under the bridge. Just knowing the fact I've made you a killer is enough for me."
He then began to walk to the left as the camera followed him. During which, they were passing by tombstones which made the pups, and Ryder, wonder why he was in a cemetery. "Now seeing as you are back in town, I thought it was proper that I would give you a special 'welcome back' gift seeing as you haven't been here since I killed your family and nearly killed you. Have you visited them by the way? We've been having the most interesting of conversations, although they don't really talk much."
Rocky's eyes widened in horror. "No… he wouldn't… he can't…"
The camera turned over to three specific graves that had been dug out. Their coffins removed and opened as the skeleton remains of a man, a woman, and a female pup laid out together. Their remains having rotted since their burial with barely any skin or muscles remaining. Rubble and Skye quickly turned away in disgust while everyone else just stared in horror and disbelief.
"…how could he?" whispered Ryder, covering his mouth.
"That fucking sick son of a…" Shaw wanted to curse more, but he felt so enraged he couldn't put it into words. Of all the sick thing Damian Stone had done, this had to be one of the worst. If this is playing everywhere in the city and Zuma sees this…
Damian Stone then began to talk again. "Now, about that gift. I wanted to give something that shows just how much you mean to me…" Turning his back just enough from the camera, a small sound of a zipper was heard as Damian began to whistle… while a stream of yellow liquid came out between his legs and onto the skeleton remains right next to him.
Everywhere around Costal City, people were horrified by what they saw. Many forced their kids to look away or shut the TV and phones off in disgust. Others were too stunned to do anything as they watched a man piss on three dead corpses, mostly likely the family of this Zuma character. Crowds of people watched in the center square upon on the big screen tv as the once busy corner stood in silent stupefaction over what they were seeing.
One single pup, hidden among the crowd, silently began to shake with rage as his eyes, which held more hatred then any living being in the world could testify to seeing, began to slip tears.
When the yellow stream ended, Damian Stone zipped up his zipper and turned around, smiling. "Ah, that was refreshing. So yeah, like you dogs do with your piss, I just claimed my territory." He leaned in closer. "You're my bitch, Zuma. You, your friends, this city? It's all mine. I own it, even your family's graves. I'll do what I want with it. And I'll fucking enjoy it. You and everyone in this dump will have me in your heads every day for the rest of your life. You will never be rid of me. I'll always be there. Deep inside. Haunting you. Whispering in you. And you'll always be afraid of me."
He leaned back and smiled. "So, come get me you son of a bitch. Because I'm already excited just waiting to kill you."
And with that the video ended.
