Before I start, I'm sorry for the long delay. There were some irrelevant personal issues. It's all good now. With that out of the way, please enjoy.
Disclaimer:
The following is a fan-based fiction. Zootopia and its characters are owned by Disney. The songs I reference here belong to their respective artist as well.
(The song Legacy by Switchworks begins to play)
Chesterization proudly presents
A Zootopia fanfiction
Wild times with Wilde
(Song ends)
Chapter 10: Animalia
Nick and Judy got to the stadium as fast as they could. When they were there, the show had been running for three hours. The sound of cheering and music signified that nothing bad had happened, yet. Judy ran to one of the entrances and stopped by two rhino securities. She just flashed her "universal ticket" to them. "I'm Lieutenant Hopps, ZPD , I'm here for an investigation." The two rhino looked at each other. They obviously looked concern. The level of concern only grew when they saw a collar-less fox standing behind her. "The fox is with me." She gave them a look that reaffirmed her authority. "Come, Nick, we need to go." She said and gestured them both to make way. They did. Nick mischievously saluted them before heading in with Judy. The two of them quickly climbed the stairs. They did not know where they were heading and how to find Wooly. They just need to go up for now. At a midway point of the stairs, Judy turned to Nick. "Nick, how good is your throw?"
He recalled. "I played football once when I was 12. Why?"
"Just asking, we might need that."
Down at the center stage, at the core of Animalia, were two groups of mammals. They were performing what many would call "modern dance". A curious and fascinating mixture of acrobatic, contortionism, fast-paced movements, and some traditional dance moves. The two groups were obviously preys and predators. The backdrop projected on the giant screen behind the main stage tried to simulate the land before Zootopia; the land covered in flora, trees, and the rising sun. Someone in the control booth was in charge of managing the backdrop the screen projected and the background music. While flying squirrels with lights attached to their helmet helped added vibrant color to the stage. They had trained themselves to navigate around the stadium solely on the music alone.
The dancers from the two groups had just finished a highly romanticized version of a war. Alternatively, that could be a hunt conducted by the prey. Like most forms of art, it was open for interpretation. To some audiences, a form of narration would be preferable. A shift of music and tone from the lights happened. All the bright red colors were replaced with gentler hues. They made for a more somber atmosphere. The music then stopped, signaling the two groups to form a large circle. Prey traded their spears to the predators, who in return gave something back. The circle then expanded make room for a large part of the center stage to open up. From below, a giant pedestal rose. On it, were the star Gazelle along with six tiger dancers. She bowed to the audience, who responded with a tidal wave of cheer.
Wooly was at the highest point of the stadium. At least it was the highest point where an animal could reach via stairs and walkways. Since none of the lights down below could reach here and everyone was so engrossed by the performance down below, this was the perfect vantage point for him. He rested his sniper rifle on parts of the safety rail. He laid a small device that helped him calculate wind speed and direction on the rail. Wooly took aim down at one of the tigers. He double-checked the wind readings. All the conditions were optimum. His hand was on the trigger. He started controlling his breath. It was much more difficult with this entire getup.
Before he could pull the trigger, Wooly heard a grunt not far away. His eye left the scope. Intuition told him to turn right. Once he did, Judy was a split second away from delivering a dropkick to his face. The blow knocked the fake snout and teeth off him. The sheep crashed to the floor. His finger left the trigger. Judy then quickly recovered, stood up and handcuffed him. "Wooly, you are under arrest," she said out of habit. It was not until Nick had pointed out, did she realize that the sheep was unconscious. Judy got off him and took the rifle away.
The bunny jumped for joy, with both her arm held high. "Nick we did it!"
Nick could not whip up the strength to celebrate like her. He could only give a smile and a nod. The back of his head was still feeling this irritation. He ran a thought through his head. "But now what? Does this change anything?" Alex's voice rang in his head and stuck on repeat. Somehow, a cat he met on the street six months back, now served as a voice that invalidated all that he had done.
"Watch out!" Judy's yell snapped him out his thought. Before his eyes could refocus, she jumped toward him. Judy let out a short painful yelp before both hit the floor.
"Judy, are you alright?" Nick asked while frantically trying to get her and himself up. Her face contorted by the pain on her back. Nick did not wait for her answer, for her had seen the dart on her back. He held her free hand tight; whispered, "Stay still" into her ears before firmly pull the dart out. She tried not to yell out when the dart left, with some of her blood on its tip. Nick turned his head, trying to find the attacker.
An all too familiar voice came, "Aw, Wooly was right, I am terrible at this." Mayor Bellwether stepped out from the shadow beyond the left corner. Beside her was a male sheep in a security uniform, armed with shock baton. The mayor opened the back compartment on her pistol and loaded a tranquilizer dart in. Nick and Judy ran away before she could take aim. His hand still held to hers. "Come on, don't run from me. It just makes you look desperate."
Nick tried leading Judy down the stair. They had to escape. This time, Judy failed to stay ahead of Nick. It was not the pain on her back that dragged her down, it was her hazing vision. She missed one of the steps and tripped, dropping the rifle to the bottom stair. "Nick, evidence."
"I know, I know, Carrot." He slowly helped her up. "Okay, this is not working." He then lifted her up and piggybacked her. "Just hold on." She did not question that decision and hugged him tight. He would consider the warm embrace to be quite romantic, if not for the situation at hand. He jumped down and grabbed the rifle. As he turned, he caught a glimpse of another male sheep down below, a tranquilizer in his hand. Nick turned back as soon as the sheep took aim. He ran back up, stopped and thought of something. He then headed for a small storeroom at a corner. He used the universal key card to get in.
He manually locked the door from within and pulled down a closet, blocking it. "All right, Judy, we should be safe here." He said before setting her back on her feet.
Judy held her head. "Nick, I feel strange. Something is, scratching inside my head."
Nick tossed the rifle on the floor then softly held her by the shoulders. "It's fine, it's just the tranquilizer. I'll, I'll find a way to get you out first." He tried to look for a vent. This storeroom had one, but only a mouse could fit through it.
She made a face. "No, it's something else, Nick."
Nick heard a beep of denial from the door behind him. The Mayor was having a hard time coming in. After a while, she just quit and tapped on the small glass window on the door. "Now, for a fox, you are not that smart, are you?" She said with a smile chalk full of malice. "What do you expect to achieve from hiding in there?" Bellwether jerked her head, telling one of her sheep to ram the scanner from outside. The sheep obeyed and destroyed the device in a well-placed head butt. Bellwether then pushed him aside and said, "I could have helped you, Nick. But it seems you have dug your own grave."
Nick turned around. Judy's knees were on the floor and she curled up. "What was in the dart?" He said.
The sheep shrugged, "It had some fancy scientific name, but most just call it 'Night Howler". It's the same thing that we used for the savage attacks." Nick's eyes opened wide at the last sentence. She then shook her head, making the wool on her head bounced playfully. "Such as shame, it would have been a killer headline if I had hit you. Oh well, that's what the cleanup crews are for."
Nick frown at the thought, "Cleanup?"
"Yes, for whatever remain of you. That compound effects everyone, predator or not. Sooner or later, the first rabbit officer of Zootopia will be nothing more but a savage beast. A beast that would bite and chew anything that moves." She clasped her hands together. "It's so heartbreaking because it would have sounded better should you kill her. Fingers cross for you to fight back." She looked up and saw a camera in the corner. "Ohhhhh, I see it know. You want to pull the old, record my confession on camera cop-out trick." She laughed, while Judy was letting incoherent grunt and growl in the background. "Listen, Nick, this is not a movie. You think I would plan an assassination plot like this, without thinking of something as obvious as cameras. One of my sheep is in the surveillance room, after the show, he just going to cherry picked some footages just like always."
Nick looked back at Judy. He could see her struggling to retain whatever was civilized. He quickly approached her. Nick did all that he could to comfort her. Judy forcefully pushed him aside. "Nick, just stay away from me! I, I, can't" her body was shaking. Her pupils gradually grew larger. Nick did not know what to do besides hoping for something. Yes, he remembered that she had sent a message to someone; they could get help, or tell the ZPD. With some hope in the tank of his think engine, Nick stood up.
Finding amusement from crushing's Nick spirit, Bellwether continued. "Also, and I already have plenty of backup plans. And do you know how I knew that you are here? Here is the juicy bit. Chief Bogo told me, such a good pawn he is. A mistake for contacting him." There went Nick's last shred of hope. "How else do you think I manage to keep all this under wrap for so long?" Nick just froze right there, his mind played back a memory. "You may have the truth, but you don't have the power. The power to make it known and change the scheme of things."
She applauded. "But since you have tired, and I admire those who do, I'll give you the confession that you desperately want." She did a baby talk during the last sentence. She looked up at the camera and straightened her clothes. A standard procedure she performed before every speech. She waved and let out a big smile. "Hello everyone, yes, it's your mayor, Dawn Bellwether. If you are looking for the one responsible for the recent conflict between prey and predator, look no more. It's me." She pointed to herself. "I planned all the savage attacks and my underlings carried them all. The media just frame it the same way they always do. Fear and hysteria always sell, so, it works." She giggled. "But, if you want to blame someone, don't blame me, blame Swinton. All this was the pig's mess." The smile on her face quickly disappeared. "All I want to do is to get Zootopia back in tip top shape, making it worth the "topia" part." She gritted her teeth, "But that PIG Swinton and her failed projects had made it near impossible for me. And every one of you just refused to listen and help me." She relaxed her jaws. "Yes, all of you, the citizens of this city." She pointed at the camera." All that you care about is yourself. You call yourself a part of the city, only when there is some reward involve. All that you have ever done are whine and whine, cramming up my mailbox." She rubbed the wool on her hair. "Yes, I know the medical bills are high; I know the regulations are all over the place; I know that the job market is not doing too well right now; I KNOW THAT THE PARKING METERS DOWN AT CITY HALL ARE HORRIBLE." She rubbed the wool a little harder, trying to relax a little. "But I cannot just magically solve them. I am just a meek lamb here, you can't expect me to carry a city with everyone wants everything on her back. And you all were like," She faked a male voice. "Oh, she has it easy because she lives in the Palm Tree. She should be able to do it for us." She changed her voice back. "Newsflash jackass, wearing a diamond boot while cleaning a CESSPOOL doesn't make it easier. It's not my fault that all Mayors were given that spot. AND WHY CAN'T I HAVE SOME NICE THINGS FOR ONCE IN MY LIFE!" She exhaled and quickly regained her composure. "Whew. Oops, sorry, oh it's good to let it out sometimes." She got that plastered smile back.
"Why us? Why doing all this?" Nick asked. He had no clue why the savage attacks had anything to do with improving the city. To him and plenty of others, all that simply made everything worse.
"Why? Simple, no one is listening, and everyone is pointing his or her fingers or hoofs at me, for not "fixing things fast enough". How can I run a city full of those? I need to the attention and control somehow." She started swirling her gun. "It took me awhile, but I finally got it. I just need to redirect their fingers and make them point in the same direction as I am. All I need was a scapegoat, a bad guy, an enemy to motivate mammals, or just 90% is enough." She cracked up a grin. "Thankfully, Zootopia had that covered: the predators. The preys have already hold prejudice against predators with the shock collars. All that I have to do is making them appear even more threatening. Scary enough for the preys to finally get off of their lazy butts and message boards." She playfully pressed the muzzle of the gun to her temple. She then faked a gunshot. "After Gazelle is maimed by those who she trusts the most, on camera no less, who is going to believe predators? I will be the heartbroken mayor who had no choice but to take action. Who would want to blame someone who tried to make everything nice and peaceful?" she hit Nick with a pair of puppy dog eyes. "The prey would be so dumbfounded and paralyze by the fear that they are willing to do anything. And guess who has all the directions to lead them out of this terrible crisis, me. That's when I'm going to turn this city around." The barrel left her head.
She then turned around. "I have to thank you, though. I wouldn't have come up with that plan without you and your precious park." She looked back at Nick one last time. The fox was still looking like standing stone. "See? I gave my full confession and would you look at that, nobody is booing, and I'm still the mayor. Such is life." She slowly made her way out. "Don't worry, though. I promise you. Once the city is back in shape, I'll make sure that everyone has their own space. It's not your fault; it was stupid to think that all of us could live together anyway." Judy let out a growl, this one louder than the rest. "Oh, she is getting rowdy there, isn't she; enjoy it while it lasts. Bye bye." The Mayor gleefully waved. She and the two sheep headed for the surveillance room.
The performances at Animalia went on without any interruption, and Bellwether's change of plan would keep it that way. She now just needed to take the tape from the surveillance room, get Wooly out, call a crime scene clean up, and stop for the day. Sure it would have been glorious should this assassination had work, but Dawn was used to disappointment. The best thing to do with massive disappointment was not to dwell on it. Instead, created a new plan; and the sheep was making one as she walked. She took out her phone and dialed the sheep in the surveillance room. Bellwether became anxious after the hearing the voice mail beep. With haste, she climbed down the stair and stormed to the surveillance room.
The room was in her sight, but the door was wide open. That was never a good sign. She barged in and exclaimed. "What is going on?" The room was dead quiet. On the only chair in the room was the sheep she was calling. The cat's pinky finger sized dart on his back had given her the reason for him to sleep on the job. "Why was he?" She said before shoving him and his chair aside. She checked the control console, specifically the tape compartments. One tape was missing. A thunder rung in Bellwether's head the moment she reached deep into the empty slot.
The music from the outside had stopped. The mayor looked at one of the screens. The camera correspondent to that screen was looking at part of the main stage. The giant screen behind groups of performers had shut off to the audiences' dismay. In a flash, the screen changed. It now showed the footage of her, seconds before her sheep smashed the door's scanner. Soon, the sound of her voice replaced the dead air. After Bellwether in the footage had finished the confession, the video looped back to the beginning of the confession.
Koslov was standing among the silent crowd, who armed with phone cameras. He looked at the screen with his mouth opened up wider than a tank's turret barrel. All this time, just when he thought he was a major player in this political game. That little pipsqueak of a mayor had proved that he was just a pawn. His revolution was nothing but a foil and he had unknowingly handed victory to his enemies on a silver platter. Fury started to burn from within him like diesel. However, unlike most, when Koslov was at his angriest, he became calmer than usual. He slowly reached for his phone and contacted Natasha. The mountain goat answered after just one ring. "Natasha, this is Koslov. Cancel everything." He said in a quieter tone than usual.
Confused, the goat at the other end said. "Cancel what sir?"
He rammed emphasis on his syllable. "E-very-thing!"
The goat said, "As you wish sir."
Back outside, at the Winter Palace, Natasha started flipping channels on her communicator. The first channel was Voynich, who was taking aim at Chief Bogo's head from afar. His gun was no tranquilizer. "Voynich, stop the attack."
"Affirmative," Said as he lowered his gun.
She switched to another channel. "Vlad, cancel the explosives."
A cheetah at the other end said, "But we have spent two hours on these! Setting them up to sync with Tchaikovsky's 1812 Overture. It was going to be absolutely marvelous."
"You dare question Mr. Big?"
"Fine! God damn it!" The cheetah then removed the explosive charges that he had set up near City hall.
For the rest of the night, Natasha had to repeat the word "cancel" over a hundred times.
The mayor and her two bodyguards were now outside the control booth. The bodyguards were doing their best to force the door open. Someone inside had locked it and wedged it shut with closets and metal boxes. Bellwether was becoming more anxious and angry as each second passed. The wool on her hair had lost the perfect oval shape. Her teeth shown as she clawed into her hair. "IDIOTS! PUT YOUR BACK INTO IT!" She screamed. That must have worked, because immediately after, the two smashed the door open. The mayor jumped right in. The room was near empty; except for a bobcat sitting in front of a laptop plucked into the main control console. She shot the bobcat in the neck the moment she saw him. His body did not go limp. She stomped the floor and approached him. After spinning his chair, she realized that someone had already darted him. The dart matched the one that took down her minion.
She turned to the laptop. The screen was playing the footage on a loop, in sync with the giant screen from the outside. The tape was nowhere to be found. The soon-not-to-be mayor yanked the laptop out and tossed it on the floor. She repeatedly stomped on it. The image of whoever was responsible rung in her mind. Bellwether wished the laptop were his or her head instead. She focused too much on the piece of electronic to notice the opened air vent. A much bigger one this time, probably because there were animals who worked here long hours. After the laptop was reduced to unrecyclable chunks, she pointed her finger at her sheep. "Two of you, go out and find them. Don't come back until you have found that tape." The sheep saluted her and walked back out.
Two loud bangs could be heard from an unknown distance. The sound was quite similar to gunshot; and not a tranquilizer gun, but an actual gun from the past. The sound made Bellwether ducked down and covered her head. She looked at the doorway; the two sheep felt backward and collapsed on the floor. Bellwether quickly stood up and ran toward the doorway. She took cover behind the wall next to the busted door. The sheep quickly loaded a fresh tranquilizer dart into her single-shot pistol. She tried to do it as quietly as possible. Fortunate for her, the attacker's monolog canceled the sound of reloading out; she knew that voice from somewhere. The sound of his footsteps came in between every sentence.
"Mayor Bellwether. Who would have thought?" He laughed, taunting her almost. "Hahaha. You know, when you replaced Swinton, I didn't think much of you. I thought you were nothing but a spineless sheep. You look like a typical" He changed his voice to mock Bellwether's voice, "Oh, I just say all these nice things, and hope no one would hate me." He chuckled and returned to his old voice. "Hehe, Well, I shouldn't be surprised. I do know a thing or two about being "unpredictable". He purposely ejected the clip and reloaded it. He wanted the sheep to hear it. "Hear that, Bellwether? It is better for you to take the dart. It doesn't hurt that much, or so I heard." He slowly approached the door. "Just get this over with; I got a savage bunny on my list." Alex ejected the clip. There were only two darts left. He started to load the clip in again.
She knew that was her chance, Bellwether's hand gripped the gun tight and got out of cover. She saw her target, a white cat with glasses in a security uniform. Parts of his face were riddled with orange Band-Aid. The sight of her and the gun made Alex said, "What the" With a more concentrated mind and a better position compare to the shot at Judy, the mayor shot the dart to Alex's chest. It hurt, but not as much as Alex was expecting. It was the same as an angry doctor shoved a needle in your chest but nothing like fishing net caught part of your tail. Reflex told his limb to yank the dart out, quickly. He did, but half of the chemical had entered his body. His legs grew weak and dragged his body down. He lied down on his back, breathing like a fish out of water. Soon, he closed his eyes.
The mayor walked to him. "Hum, didn't think that I could take care of myself huh? Big mistake." She then stood beside Alex. "Too bad Swinton killed your career before I could get to you. You would have made a great pet." Alex's gun barrel was raised. Before Bellwether could do a thing, he squeezed the trigger. The force behind the dart flung her onto the floor. She could only feel the pain after a second of contact. It was like the worst flu shot she had ever taken. Thankfully, the extra dose of tranquilizer stopped her suffer instantly.
Usually, this was when Alex would make a remark. Something corny and childish like, "Thank you for the offer, not." However, most of his brainpower was focusing on keeping his brain on. He lifted his head up and slammed it to the ground. He did so until the back of his head no longer found the coolness of the floor comforting. Used all the energy he had left, Alex got up; he felt like a 100 years old cat at that point. After some struggle, he backed on his feet. Alex pulled out a pills bottle from his pocket. He opened then tossed the lid. He put a handful of those white small round pills in his mouth and swallowed. He had to conjure up all of his saliva to get the bitterness down his throat. "I'll rest when I'm dead, I'll rest when I'm dead, I'll rest when I'm dead," He whispered as the pills did their work. Just like Koslov had said. With these pills, sleep was an option.
The tranquilizer was more power than his nature desire for sleep. It made it near impossible for him to walk straight fast. He shook his head, hoping that would balance his vision. It did, somewhat. He pulled out a smartphone in his pocket. On the screen was a map with two dots, one red one blue. The red one moved as Alex moved, while the blue one just stayed still. Alex turned on the self-made app that connected to the voice recorder he had planted in the flip phone. It was playing the sound of Judy's snarling. Nick's plea could be heard in between. Alex switched back to the map. The cat started running in a crooked line. "Nick, I'm coming."
Later, inside the storeroom
Judy had backed herself into a corner and Nick was at the opposite. "Judy, I know you still in there. Just hold on to what you have." The bunny was rubbing her face against cardboard boxes on a self. She had already got on all four. Whatever Nick was referring to, was trying it hardest to keep Nick away from her line of sight. Her teeth soon dug into the boxes. Nick heard banging from the outside. The sound was much weaker compared to the sheep's ramming.
"NICK! I can't wedge this thing open." Alex's scream came through.
Nick turned his head. "Alex? What are you doing here?"
"No time for stupid questions. Just, ummm," Alex paused. "Wait, I got an idea." Outside, Alex grabbed onto the barrel of his gun and held the weapon like a small pickaxe. He then used it to hit the glass on the door. After a few whack, the glass broke opened. However, unlike in action movies, where the broken pieces of glass just magically leave one's hand alone. One piece made Alex screamed. "DAMN IT! My trigger finger." The cat gritted his teeth and plucked the thumb-sized piece of glass out. He held the gun with his left hand and tried his best to aim it at Judy through the hole he had made. The blood loss, dizzying effect of the tranquilizer, a small window and using his left hand on a weapon he had just learned to use. All made him said, "I can't aim for crap at this state." He hesitated and decided to put his left arm through the hole. "Okay, Nick, catch." He tossed the weapon on the floor, inches away from Nick. He withdrew his hand. "You need to neutralize her." Judy had stopped rubbing her head at the boxes. Instead, she slowly turned to Nick. Her purple pupils had taken her eyes completely. They looked like cheap, plastic doll eyes to Nick. Drool ran from the corner of her mouth. Soon they poured out as she opened her mouth. Her front teeth looked like a guillotine, ready to dig in and rip. Her ears stood upright. Her hair and the noise she made were all rough up, like a wild beast. A bunny had never looked more threatening to Nick. "Holy crap, Quick, do it before she gnaws your face off." Alex then slammed his head to the frame of the door. It helped to keep him awake.
Nick looked down at the gun then back at Judy, who was ready to charge forward. The fox rubbed his neck. He still had not gotten used to being truly free of the collar. Judy gave that to him. Was the rabbit he was looking at still her? The one who had listened and looked past the collar on his neck.
Nick slowly moved forward and opened up his the sight of it, Alex screamed, almost like an authority figure. "GIVE ME A GOD DAMN BREAK, NICK! This is not an anime. You are not going to redeem the monster or whatever with just a hug, okay. That's not her. It's just her body reacting to the chemical. If you don't take her down, she will kill you." Nick did not answer him; instead, he advanced at a slower pace. "Your life is on the god damn line, Nick! Pick up the gun and shoot!"
Nick's hands were shaking as he tried to form a genuine smile on his face. "Hey, Judy, I know you are there." The bunny nose started twitching. She closed her mouth. She looked up at him. That brought hope to Nick. "Do it with me, just breathe, slowly." He calmly exhaled, a great way to stop his hand from jittering so much. She still let out those unsettling growl. He opened his arm wider. "Think of the good times we have, the toast to the future." He chuckled, rather uncomfortably. "Call me corny, but we can't have a future of you gnaw my face off."
Alex slammed his head onto the door. "Oh my god, are you serious Nick?"
He turned his head slightly, reminiscing about his past. "Do you remember the little race down the wheat field? Aw man." He remembered a scent, and that was not the scent of the wheat. It made him smile a little more genuine. "Ms. Kobb was so mad that she forced us to clean up the"
Judy pounced forward. Her weight and force dropped him on the floor. The wound on his back paralyzed him as he touched the surface. Her hands and feet grabbed on to him; exactly what Nick was counting on. "A bit much for a hug, don't you think?" He tried to hold her tight, prevented her from squirming too much. She let out a string of incoherent feral cry. The bunny tries to shake him off, it seemed. He maintained the grip, telling himself to keep doing this for a few minutes and everything will be okay. She hissed and suddenly reached her head over his shoulder; Judy bit down. Nick shrieked as her teeth touched something hard.
Alex's hand pulled his ears down. "NICK!"
Nick held her a little tighter. He locked her in a heated embrace. Nick flashed his teeth as he winced. Her saliva may be burning his flesh, but he was not going to let that stop him. "Agh, yeah, I would want to bite some foxes too; if one ruined my beautiful face and told me to give up on my dream." Judy raised her teeth up and bit down one more. Nick could feel his shirt damped by thick hot liquid after a few second. If he were still wearing his shock collar, the shock would have knocked him out from all the terror he was experiencing. He shook his head; telling himself not to be sway by fear. Instead, he got back to talking to Judy. He tried to keep his sentences from being interrupted by his frantic breathing.
"Pf, Gideon Grey, heh, what does he know? The stupid bastard probably, hah, still stuck at Bunny Barrow." Judy's left ear twitched slightly. "But you, you went to Zootopia, you became a real officer, you got me good that time, and you had just stopped one of the biggest plots, with my help, of course." Her teeth released the pressure on his flesh. However, instead of biting down, she just left it there. Nick shifted his head to the left. He let his cheek touch her scars. "And you don't look that bad, if anything, you look, perfect." Her teeth left his wound completely. Judy head gradually pulled away from his shoulder. She then rested it on his chest. Nick peered down. Her pupil was shrinking. Nick loosened his grip on her; his right hand caressed the soft warm fur at the back of her head. Feeling his fingers moved on her fur also calm him down. He stopped with the heavy breathing shortly. "Sure, you did screw up here and there, but you were just doing what you were told. I would probably make the same mistake should the population yelling at me to do it. But like I have said, I forgive you. And hey, you learned, and that more than any of my ex could ever do." He paused a little before giving her the next line. "I still love you."
Nick could hear audio sobbing from Judy. The front of his shirt now felt damp and warm, but not from his blood. "Aw, you bunnies, so emotional." He said before reaching for a peck on her forehead.
Judy looked up. Her eyes were normal again. "I, I, I'm sorry"
"It's okay, Judy, it's okay." He gently brushed off the blood on her teeth. "I can take it. You're with me now, it is all that matters." The two of them then just lied there. Completely forget about the world around them and shared a deep kiss.
Alex just walked out of the scene. His everything: mind, body, and philosophy; all of them were spinning. He clutched to his right arm. As if that would somehow mask a concentrated crippling feeling of shame and regret. The urge to lie down and rest came. Alex shook it off. His sharp teeth bit down on his tongue. They reminded him that the cops would be there at any minute. He took out the pill bottle and shoved the rest of the medication in his mouth. The cat tried to swallow them, but his mouth had run dry from all the screaming. In desperation, he brought his bleeding hand to his face. He attempted to reclaim some lost blood along with using it to substitute water. That did not work out too well for him, as it just made the world around him spin faster. The taste was simply nauseating and utterly disgusting. Gag reflex kicked in and forced him to spit the pills onto the floor. Before long, his knees crashing down. He closed his eyes and simply shut down. A few minutes later, the ZPD came.
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