It was dark, an spooky...it was misty an the air was stale an dry. The inside of his mouth felt like sandpaper an his throat felt about as sore as...something got shoved down his throat no pun intended. He didn't know how he knew this, but something was definitely being shoved or poured down his throat. Yeah, okay, he was going to take his chances with pour, the thought of something being shoved down his throat made him gag.
Gag...
Wait.
Where the crap am I?
Blurry shapes an figures is what greeted the wasted red vulpine as a flash of blinding golden light hit him square in the eyes dead center. Hissing, he shut them tightly an placed an arm over both to shield them away from the harsh glowing monstrosity that seemed to further along a headache he'd completely forgotten existed. After keeping his eyes closed for a whole minute he opened them again, slowly this time, an found himself giving a nice visual assessment of the current situation he was in; it was still dark out an a harsh wind was blowing at his shitty attire that wasn't keeping him warm in the slightest. He was on the ground, lying on his side, the concrete cool an uninviting as he felt the ticklish sensation of ants crawling along his body. Yelping, he jumped up, completely ignoring the headache that skyrocketed, an began to do what any other mammal would've assumed was a crazy person doing the 'Ants In My Pants Dance' on the sidewalk in the middle of the night but there were actual ants crawling all up an down the side of which Nick had been lying down. He slapped, scratched, an even dropped dead an rolled over just to get the small insects off his clothing an out of his fur.
Once he was sure he'd gotten them all out he felt itching an burning sensations all along the length of his left side, which was the side he'd been sleeping on for the most part, an growled lowly under his breath.
An then he remembered why he'd woken up in the first place.
Pouring...throat?
Somethin' in my thro'at...
A metallic taste is what hit him straight on an he gagged once more. He swallowed, trying to expel whatever was caught in his jugular but it remained, the most of it coating his tongue. My tongue...my tongue. Hurts, hurts, hurts, hurts, hurts-
"OW!" He yelped, sticking his tongue out an examining what he could make out to be tiny pricks made by his teeth causing blood to come streaming out of the holes of the rough pink skin. Must've bit it when I fell off the bench while I was sleeping...
Still hurt like fuck though.
"Well that's just great. I got drunk, slept on a bench, fell off said bench, an bit my tongue! Wonderful, absolutely wonder- why am I talking to myself?" Nick stopped himself mid sentence when he realised what he was doing; talking to himself in the middle of the night lying on cold concrete on a sidewalk.
"Yep. It's official, I'm going insane; this is sadly starting to come together now..."
Sighing, Nick stood shakily an gave another visual assessment of his surroundings. He was still in the same area so he wasn't surprised. I mean I'm totally stoned so none of this surprises me anymore...
He patted himself down an checked his pockets to discover:
1) His wallet was missing
2) He had fifty cents an a twenty dollar bill in his right pocket that for some reason wasn't stolen from him...
3) Whoever stole his wallet didn't give a rat's ass about his Ramsung for some reason...
4) Said Ramsung was on low thirty percent but that was a lot better than...well the current situation he found himself waking up to
Well that's just great! He thought sluggishly, Just splendid, absolutely wonderful! I dare even call it, the highlight of this wonderful night!
Groaning, the red fox gave a halfhearted stretch before rubbing at the back of his head, "I guess I should head home but - where am I?" He closed his eyes an tried to remember where he'd been heading in the first place after he'd left the bar - but nothing came to mind. Well, shit. Looks like I'm gonna have to retrace my steps...wait, why don't I just call Judy? The thought seemed to slap him harshly in the face; apparently his right conscious had gotten tired having to remind him constantly of his alternative choice. He grabbed his phone and went straight to contacts and quickly tapped on her name since it was in his favorites category. He waited, not sure who he was praying to, but praying all the same that she would actually answer. The phone was static for a while, a couple of minutes or seconds passed by before there was a click on the other end and the sound of wind blowing against the screen of the phone.
"Nick?!" Judy asked from the other end sounding relieved but with a hint of...something else? He couldn't tell and he really didn't care as he breathed out his own sigh of relief, smiling with glee which was a far stretch from his usual smirk or sly smile.
"Oh, Carrots! Thank goodness! Hey, um, where are you right now cause I was wondering if you could come and pick me up or something...you did say that you had a car right?"
Judy shook her head even though she knew he couldn't see her doing so, "No, I don't; Nick I told you I have to rent it from my neighbor. They're practically telling me to pay up more than I can bare!"
"Oh."
"It's okay - where are you? Maybe I can try to call a taxi-" She was interrupted before she could finish her sentence.
"Can't. It's practically pass midnight and everyone's gonna be asleep and the Zootopia Taxi Service hotline is closed for the night," Nick stated while placing a paw on his hip, he was starting to get a feeling...
"Okay..well, I'm heading to your apartment -" Once again she was cut off by the red vulpine.
"I'm not at my apartment..."
"..."
"Judy, did you just go to the Forest District by yourself! What the fuck is wrong with you!" Nick was practically screeching with worry at this point, already heading down the street not knowing where he was or if he was going in the right direction, but knowing that he needed to get to the doe rabbit first, before someone else does...
-:-
Judy visibly flinched at the sound of Nick's voice on the other end. Not because his voice had pitched higher in volume but because he had called her by her first name...and he was angry too. She winced and lowered her ears; Nick had hung up almost immediately afterwards before she could even think to explain why she was here in the first place though it should have been completely obvious to the half sober fox.
Knew I shouldn't have come... she thought grumpily as she sat down on the sidewalk and looked around her surroundings, ears no longer hanging limp behind her back but now standing full and erect as she waited, listening for any sounds that spelled danger. The sound of a can rolling caught her attention and she perked up turning in the direction from which the sound came from only to see nothing but darkness. And, now that the doe thought about, since the Forest District, technically was the Nocturnal District, shouldn't there be lights surrounding the area and mammals moving about? But then again, there are parts of the district that pertain to morning mammals...perhaps that's the side of the district I'm on.
And then immediately after thinking that she realised that she hadn't even bothered to tell Nick where she was, meaning he was probably heading to the wrong part of the district; and she couldn't just stay here, she was gonna have to leave at some point eventually or else. Getting up, the doe made a quick hearing assessment of her surroundings before nodding at nothing being or sounding out of place and made her way...somewhere. She really didn't know where she was going, but of it got her away from this decrepit and dark part of the city she was okay with going anywhere and nowhere.
Speaking of nowhere...
"You're not going nowhere."
Convenient timing of random mammal saying nowhere at the same time that Judy was thinking of the word nowhere and using it in a sentence where our poor protagonist is put in a serious situation convenient to the plot is convenient. That's five whole sins added folks!
The rabbit swung around to face a dark figure dressed in the appropriate clothing of darkness that made them look as if the night sky had dripped its inky goodness onto the mammal and wrapped itself like a blanket around their interior. Judy could just barely make out the figure's face. The dark figure stepped closer to Judy, each step they took feeling more and more like a tease to the rabbit as she watched them carefully.
But not carefully enough as the figure silently reached into its cloak of night sky and whipped out a sharp dagger. The tip of its blade giving off a deadly gleam in the pale sodium lights that just barely flickered, giving off some light but not enough. Judy gasped as she felt the cold blade whipped passed her, almost cutting her cleanly through the chest. She jumped upwards as they tried to land another heavy blow at her, this time with a kick, but the doe was quick to notice this time and jumped at approximately the right time.
"Dammit!" The clad figure yelled, their voice muffled by something wrapped around their mouth, perhaps a voice modifier, "Hold the fuck still!"
Judy jumped once more into the air and gave the figure a drop kick straight to the head sending them reeling and flying backwards; for a rabbit, she could really pack a punch - or should I say, can really alpacka kick. Huh, huh, hu- no, okay...
The dark clad figure struggled back to their feet after being knocked into a bunch of trash bins. Now fully smelling like shit an vomit, the clad figure huffed in annoyance and produced another dagger, this one being bigger and more deadly by the looks of things.
With two daggers I'm no match. He could easily overpower me any day, an judging by his appearance and skill with daggers, I'd say he's a master at this sort of thi- AAAAHHH!
"AAAAHHH!" Judy went flying through the air, letting out an ear-rapping screech to go along with her as she did so. Pain ricocheted up an down her system as she slammed into the ground, blood slowly leaking out of her cut. She reached a shaky hand towards where she thought, presumed, and hoped to god wasn't where she thought the cut was at; but it was.
She'd been cut in the stomach, clearly by the bigger blade as it left a deeper gash and hurt ten times worse than any small blade could do. She grit her teeth and tried to stand back up only to feel more pain through her body as she felt the smaller blade slice across one of her ear tips, effectively cutting the tip off and leaving blood to ooze into the pink flat of her ear. Tears sprung into the corners of the battered rabbit as she lay there, trembling, her nose twitching at rapid fire and her ears rotating this way and that, her instincts going into hyperdrive.
I gotta get up, I gotta get up I gotta- Her will to urge herself on was cut short by the figure standing before her, dark clothing making them look like the harbinger of death as they raised the big blade above her and said in an almost unemotional voice, "Bye bye bunny."
And brought the blade downwards unto the amethyst eyed doe.
Blackness...