ALRIGHT BOYS, THIS IS THE PART WHERE THIS STORY GOES FROM 0-60 IN A SECOND.
LETS DO THIS
Nick was in an office.
He didn't know how, but when the blinding light faded, he found himself on the floor of a well furnished, large, and cold office. It was, at least, 3 times larger than Chief Bogo's office, and about 3/4 the size of the bullpen where they'd get their assignments.
He looked around the room. It was well lit, but it didn't seem to have any lights built into the ceiling, and instead seemed to be entirely lit by lamps, like something out of a movie set in the 1920s.
He walked around the room, looking for clues to tell where he was.
There were no windows, so looking outside wouldn't work.
All of the drawers and cabinets seemed to be locked, so looking through documents wouldn't do.
There were no calendars to indicate the date, so he couldn't even tell what day it was.
Everything in the room seemed to be, oddly enough, made for foxes.
The lamps, which provided lighting, appeared to be made for foxes.
The large desk, which was situated close to one of the walls, was definitely made for foxes.
Nick was uncertain, and to be honest, rather nervous, about where he could be. He knew there were fox crime bosses, and fox gang leaders, but no foxes had he heard of could have such a large officewithout being feared for reasons of the illegalkind.
But, than again, times were changing, and since he never really was caught up in the news, it would have made sense for him to miss something like this.
He continued to think about where he was and when- if- anybody came, who would they be, until he noticed something that could answer all of his questions.
A door, built out of dark wood, sat diagonal to the desk.
A door! He thought. Why haven't I seen this before?
He approached the door, cautious, just in case anyone were to come through.
He examined the door, and found a clue that baffled him as much as it surprised him;
A metal pentagram was pressed into the top half of the door. It was intricate, and seemed to have curved lines sticking out of it, like a 6 year old's drawing of the sun.
Ha, he thought, smiling, all it needs is a pair of sunglasses, and it'll look like how I drew it in 1st grade!
He reached for the doorknob, which was made out of brass, a smile of hope still on his face.
A smile that was instantly wiped off his face as soon as he realized the door was locked, or at least wouldn't budge.
He pushed the door, and it seemed to move ever-so-slightly. His smile returned. He pushed the door harder, and it seemed to move again, slightly more this time. He pushed the door even harder this time, and it moved. He kept on pushing, and it seemed
hewas getting so close to it finally pushing open when, like an explosion in a daisy field;
"I know you've been here a while, but are you trying to leave already?"
Nick, startled, turned and jumped back, pinning himself to the door.
A red fox was leaning on the desk, arms crossed with an annoyed expression on his face. He was taller than Nick, even while leaning.
He had a crimson red vest on, over a black dress shirt, with black pants on as well.
Nick stared at the other fox, one feature becoming the only one he could focus on;
His eyes.
They were an evil red, percing, and glowing, like something out of a horror movie.
He had a necklace on, too. It appeared to be the same pentagram the door had stamped on.
"Well, are you going to say something?"
This seemed snap Nick out of his stare, and he moved himself away from the door, standing up. He took a moment to think of a question until he came up with his best question, at least in thatmoment.
"Who are you?" He asked, a small amount of fear laced in his voice. He mentally cursed himself for sounding scared.
The other fox kept on looking at Nick, arms still crossed and body still leaning back. Nick stared back at him, confused, and a little bit scared. Had he heard him right?
Slowly, a smile grew on the other fox's face. His expressions softened and he uncrossed his arms sticking them in his pockets, only his thumbs sticking out.
"What a fine question to ask, 'who am I?' Good way to get information." The fox mused.
So he hadheard him correctly.
"Well, I'll tell you if you tell me who you are." He offered, the smile still on his face.
What? Nick thought, he brought me here, he should know me, right?
He had to ask.
"I'd think you'd know me, considering you brought me here," he paused. "You did bring me here, right?"
Like a light switch, the other fox's smile vanished, his brow furrowing in a mixture of anger and annoyance. His arms moved to straight to his sides. He stood straight now, appearing to be at least a half a foot taller than Nick. His eyes glowed.
And justwhen Nick thought nothing could getworse, the fox started walking towards Nick, no, running? No, its just speed walking.
Nick gathered up courage, and stood straight while the other fox walked towards him menacingly.
As the other fox got closer, Nick's breaths quickened slightly. He hoped the fox wouldn't notice. The fox moved to the point where there bodies almost touched, and Nick was forcing himself to breath slowly.
Then, again surprising the hell out of Nick, the other fox smiled again, and his arms moved from their straight positions back into his pockets.
"Well aren't you just full of-" the other fox stopped suddenly, thinking. "Excellent questions." He seemed to choke out the 'excellent', as if he wanted to say something else.
"And yes, I did bring you here, so I do know who you are, but do you know who you are?" He asked.
"Yes, I'm-" Nick took a second to rememberwho he was.
His mind blanked.
He began to remember what happened, and he began to panic, his eyes widening, when suddenly, everything seemed to come back. He sighed in relief.
"I'm Nicholas Wilde, an officer in the ZPD." The words seemed to roll off of his tongue.
The other fox scoffed when he said he was part of the ZPD. "Well, you're not gonna be part of the ZPD for much longer." He stated.
"What do you mean?" Nick asked, his head slightly tilting.
The other fox began to looked annoyed again.
"Have you really not noticed yet? The pentagram, my eyes, that fact that there's nodamn windows in this room?" his annoyed expression had returned.
Nick thought to himself, confused to what he meant, what could he mean?
No windows? It would make sense. If he was being held hostage, no windows to jump from.
Glowing, crimson red eyes? Scary, but the color was easily attainable by using colored contacts, but hey, you gotta scare someone somehow. Not sure about the glowing part, though.
Pentagram? Thatdidn't make any sense to have. Nick knew there was only one known cult that used pentagrams; Satanists. But as far as Nick knew, those cultsdied out years ago.
He remembered being choked to death, but he could have been revived.
He thought he may be in the afterlife, but he shook those thoughts away. Those are just fairytales he thought to himself, but deep down, he still wasn't sure.
He thought about everything closely. Him dying. He could have been revived, but he was sure nobody else had been around the construction site, at the thugs made it incredibly clear that they had been paid to kill the two of them.
But even if he had been revived, what was with the large office? What was with the pentagrams? He didn't want to believe it, but it was the only thought in his mind.
Meanwhile, the other fox had stepped away from Nick, and now had a pleased smirkon his face.
"You've figured it out, right?" He asked
Nick nodded, only the thought in his mind.
"Well then Nicholas Wilde, welcome to the place you call," he paused, his smirkonlygrowing larger. "Hell."
Alias's Notes: Well, That was the surprise of the century.
I don't really have much to say.
Although I this is the first chapter I've wrote (or more or less edited) on my PC, and god, I just realized how short these chapters are compared to on mobile.
idgaf tho, I'm having fun.
Anyways, Alias out!
Edit: Well, I made some stuff sound better.
P.S: I'm soooo damn exited forall of you guys to see the next few chapters! Because it's about to get INTERESTING!