Right now I'm recovering from surgery. I've written this while I'm affected by anesthesia, so it's not perfect, but for the moment it'll do. Hope you enjoy!
"I have to admit," Chief Bogo apologetically started with his eyes firmly locked on the two mammals kissing on the bed just beyond the small, circular one-way window. "Their reunion went far better than I thought it would."
"Is that why you wanted Ms. Hopps to be kept away from Mr. Wilde until you arrived?" Doctor Zdanskyi pried, turning his blue gaze to stare at the Chief's worn face. "Because you predicted she would take a drastic action?"
"You saw her before," The Chief defensively grumbled with a flick of his head towards the officer. "She was irrational. Almost suicidal. But she pulled through, didn't she, along with Wilde."
The Chief let loose a disappointed, guilty sigh, and he took a step back from the hospital room's shut door to stand in the center of the hallway. Doctor Zdanskyi watched him with his paws behind his back, but his feet remained firmly planted beside the door.
"I owe them both an apology," Chief Bogo admitted, his body tense. "I underestimated their strength and resilience yet again."
"Don't be too critical of yourself, Chief," Doctor Zdanskyi calmly soothed. "You did what you thought would be in the best interest of both parties."
The Chief didn't listen to his feline counterpart, instead remaining silent as he closed his eyes and searched his empty mind for peace.
"I suppose I should also apologize to Wilde for killing him," He ventured after several seconds of silent as his eyes reopened and as a warm grin came onto his face. "Since it was probably that drug from Drussels that pushed him over the edge."
Doctor Zdanskyi returned the Chief's warm smile with one of his own, and he turned back to stare at the two embracing mammals on the other side of the glass while the Chief wandered back to join him.
"Speaking of which," He started, a frown forming on his face as his eyes darted to the doctor. "You've been the voice of reason throughout this story. Do you know how our fox resurrected himself?"
"I have not the faintest idea," Doctor Zdanskyi admitted with a chuckle, yet he allowed a small smile to form on his face as the Chief grumbled in disappointment.
"But I have a theory," Zdanskyi admitted, and the Chief whirled his head towards him as an interested expression formed on his face. "Consider that Mr. Wilde was never dead in the first place. Perhaps he was in a state of pseudo-hibernation when he was found in Arctic One. That would explain why he 'rose from the dead' initially and also suggest why he returned from death's door only a few hours ago. That drug I was so vehemently opposed to was probably the push he needed to return to that state and reaffirm his control over his body."
"But that's only a theory," The Chief commented, turning back to stare through the circular window.
"And as far as I am concerned, it shall remain in that state forever," Doctor Zdanskyi chimed in, his relaxed gaze following his counterpart's as a fresh smile grew on his face. "If you want my unscientific answer, then I'd probably say it was love that saved the both of them, despite how cliche that sounds."
"Ha!" Chief Bogo loudly exclaimed in amusement, and in the same instant the two mammals latched onto one another on the other side of the glass casually pulled away from one another. "What a fanciful explanation! Yet this is Zootopia, and despite the strangeness of Wilde's and Hopps' relationship I suppose it can be considered... what are they doing?"
Doctor Zdanskyi leaned in with a frown, intrigued to see what had caused the Chief's demeanor to change entirely in a mere instant. The fox and rabbit in the moonlit room had pressed their foreheads together and were staring at one another with suggestive and devious gazes. The fox's right paw was sliding down the rabbit's back to play with her short white tail while his other paw began to unlatch her armored police vest. All the while their eyes remained locked, and as they descended into a new, lewder embrace a bulge began to push up through the bed's white sheets and against the rabbit's hips from in-between the fox's legs.
"For god's sake," Chief Bogo angrily grumbled as he turned away from the window and began to sullenly stalk down the hallway, trying to put as much distance between him and the room as he could. "Sort them out, Zdanskyi. I've got to sort out the Mayor and his 'master plan' for all this mess."
"I told Ms. Hopps not to put physical stress on Mr. Wilde!" Doctor Zdanskyi growled in reply, and he threw open the door in annoyance and stalked into the room. "Intercourse is unacceptable! Would it suit you if your partner had a heart attack in the middle of the act, Ms. Hopps?!"
The room's only source of light was a raw, hanging light bulb directly above a long wooden table. On either side of the table was a simple steel chair, yet only one was occupied.
The fox was seated furthest from the room's steel, bolted door, and in the dim light only his frighteningly grey muzzle and his equally frightening claw extensions were visible. Silence had grasped him firmly, yet he defied it by gently tapping his claws on the table in anticipation of what was coming.
The door opened with a loud creak, and a sheep slowly walked into the room with her eyes wide and mouth open. At first she was confused, but as soon as she caught sight of the fox's claws resting motionlessly on the table a hateful yet intrigued grimace crawled onto her face, and she paced towards the free chair.
A guard shut the door behind her as she stepped up and sat across from him with her restrained hooves resting on the table, and she leaned forward so that the name tag on her orange jumpsuit was in the fox's full view. He smiled at its sight.
"Prophit," The sheep mockingly spat like a bad taste. "I wasn't expecting to see you in the flesh."
"There is a first time for everything, Dawn," The fox replied as he sent the sheep a toothy grin. "And in times like these, allies need to stick together."
"Allies?" The sheep repeated, and she frowned in mock confusion. "Is that what we are, Prophit? I'd rather see you in prison than beside me."
"I can say the same," The fox concurred, clearing his throat and leaning forward so that more of his steel claws and steel teeth were visible. "But the enemy of my enemy is my friend."
"And who is this shared enemy?" The sheep rudely demanded, a smile still present on her face.
"The City," The fox replied, his voice elated. "Zootopia. Mayor Lionheart. Who else?"
The sheep grumbled in response, letting the smile fall from her face and her hooves clench in anger.
"What do you want, Prophit?" She pointedly asked, and the fox leaned back in his chair at the question.
"The freedom of all predators," He curtly answered. "From the scourge of prey."
"Ironic," The sheep commented as grin returned to her face. "I wanted the opposite, and I ended up in jail."
"That's because your execution to seize control the mayor's office was severely flawed," The fox countered, his smile falling as he ended his backwards lean. "You put too much reliance in criminals to try and become a politician. You cannot go around the law, Dawn."
"Then how would you get into office, huh?" The sheep yelled in anger, standing up on the chair to tower over the unintimidated fox as a hopeless expression came onto her face. "Buy your way in? You've got enough money to, I bet, but how will you cope with revealing your entire criminal history? You're as much as a fiend as I am! There's no way into the office other than to be elected. Lionheart's record is as clean as a whistle."
"Not entirely," The fox informatively countered, and he paused so he could watch the astonishment grow on his counterpart's face.
"What do you mean?" The sheep eagerly asked in confusion and suspicion as she lowered herself back towards the chair. The fox cleared his throat and turned his gaze downwards to stare at his steel claws in answer.
"Who is the one mammal you despise more than Lionheart?" He inquired as he began to flex his fingers, letting his sharp claws shine in the dim light.
"Officer Judy Hopps," The sheep answered with a menacing growl.
"And why do you hate her?" The fox pushed, leaning forward in his chair so that his entire face and fiery green eyes were in the light.
"Because she betrayed her own kind," The sheep growled, her hate for the fox temporarily overshadowed by a lust for revenge. "At least that damned fox of hers is gone. The more she suffers, the better!"
"I completely agree, Dawn, but what If I were to flip everything on its head?" The fox continued, leaning forward slightly more as his paws interlocked with one another. "What If I were to tell you that Nicholas Wilde was still alive, and that Mayor Lionheart has covered up his existence."
"They I'd say that's a lie," The sheep countered, crossing her arms over her orange jumpsuit as much as she could in her handcuffs. "That fox was murdered by some bear. Why should I care if he's still alive?"
"Because he and Hopps are having a fling," The fox answered with a toothy, hateful grin, and a stunned yet disgusted expression crawled onto the sheep's face.
"Two unnatural scum," She growled. "If I were in power, I'd have them both imprisoned."
"Then let us make a deal," The fox calmly exclaimed. "We are both fighting for the same goals. I can position you in the Mayor's office, where you can finally achieve your dream of separating predator from prey. And give me the mayorship over all of predator-kind."
"You're a criminal, a fox, and an enthusiastic fool," The sheep growled in defiance, all her hate once again directed towards her counterpart. "How do I know this isn't all some rouse to put my fellow prey in the National Assembly into even more trouble?"
"You don't," The fox answered, looking downwards to stare at the table. "That's why I'm asking you to trust me."
The sheep began to laugh in outrage at the fox's proposition, yet he remained calm, unaffected by her outburst.
"About a week ago Nicholas Wilde was on the verge of death," The fox reminisced, and as he spoke the amused expression of the sheep's face slowly turned to be dead serious. "He had been driven mad by some kind of primal instinct that lurks within all of us, predator and prey. I rushed him medicine ordered by the city's police chief, and as far as my informants tell me that was what saved his life after an initially poor performance. His existence and recovery has been kept completely under wraps, mandated by our beloved mayor.
"When - not if, but when - Nicholas is under my thumb, then I will commit atrocities in his name. His existence shall be revealed; the mayor will resign, forced into a life of exile by the outraged mammals of Zootopia. Your puppets will take control, pardon you, and instill you as the de facto mayor. Then our dreams will have blossomed."
The sheep remained absolutely silent as she stared at the fox's deathly serious face. She didn't speak for several minutes, instead processing the plan her counterpart had told her. She still despised him, but she didn't have much of a choice if she ever wanted to see something else besides her cell's bars.
"I want Judy Hopps all to myself if your plan goes to plan," The sheep negotiated, and the fox nodded as a fresh vicious grimace crawled onto his face.
"Of course, on the condition that you'll turn a blind eye towards Mr. Wilde," He added. "He's been a traitor and a thorn in my business for far too long."
"And what business is that, Prophit?" The sheep asked, extending one of her hooves out towards the fox as much as her handcuffs would let her, and the fox smiled at her deviously as he shook her hoof with his steel-coated paws.
"Profit," He mischievously answered. "Profit that I intend to use to make all predators wealthy again, free from the weight of prey and traitors alike. I am the Prophet of Profit."
"Clever," The sheep sarcastically commented, and she withdrew her hooves from the fox's paw in the same instant he rose up from his chair and began his slow stroll towards the cell's door. "Was that a threat I heard?"
"No, no no no no," The fox honestly answered, turning his jaw over his shoulder to send the sheep one last frightening grimace with his steel teeth. "No threats, Dawn, only promises. That's something you should remember. But our little old mayor and his little foxy friend will soon find that my retributon knows no limits."
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This chapter was last edited March 16, 2017