Alright boys, this chapter's is gonna be a Wilde ride.

Pun intended.

Nick, unsurprisingly, was shocked.

Even in his current state of 'I've just been convinced I'm in a place I've convinced myself doesn't exist', he was still in a state of complete shock.

He was dead, he was dead at a young age, and he was in hell of all places!

He didn't understand why he was in hell, as far as he could tell, he'd been a pretty good person.

Sort of.

He'd ruined lives with his hustling, but he'd never ended any! He knew that. He'd never killed anybody at all, even when he worked for Mr. Big, nor had he in his 7 months of police work.

So,he had to know. Had he killed anyone, and forgotten? No, I'd remember killing someone, even accidentally. Was hustling bad enough to get an invitation to hell? I wasn't that bad, but yea, it could happen. Was heaven really uptight about
/who you are? Again, maybe, but isn't heaven about loving everyone, and forgiving? Then again, nobody's really lived to tell what their standards are.

"At this point I'm guessing you're wondering how you ended up in hell of all places?" The other fox asked, taking Nick out of his thoughts. He had stepped backwards, giving Nick space.

"Err, yes?" Nick answered, still slightly in shock.

The fox's smile grew larger, clearly entertained with Nick's state of shock. "First off, you aren't in hell because you were bad." He explained.

Nick sighed in relief.

"Second," the fox continued, his smile shrinking, slightly. "You can call me Damien. Good name, no?"

It is a pretty good name, Nick thought. "Yea, I guess it is pretty good."

Then, in the time Nick had to think, his mind realized something;This is fucking crazy, he thought. I'm in hell? Why did I ever believethat?

"Wait. I'm sorry, 'Damien', but I'm not so stupid as to think I'm in hell of all places!" He blurted out.

The other fox- Damien's expression became angered, just as Nick expected. But, in a moment of surprise to Nick, he started walking back towards his desk. Nick took advantage of this, and began towards the door to open it.

When he reached the door, he looked back one final time, to make sure he wasn't about to get a occiput full of paw, and what he saw scared the living hell out of him.

An almost carbon copy of him was standing mere feet away from him, with a smug expression not very far off his signature smile he usually wore.

He was wearing a police uniform, with a badge to top it off that was a copy of his own.

Suffice to say, if you compared the two, there would be no differences at all.

The real Nick once again pinned himself to the door, eyes wide with surprise. He opened his muzzle as if to speak, but nothing came out.

"Is this enough proof?" The not-so Nick asked, his head tilted.

"W-who are you?" The real Nick blurted out, his surprise turning into minor fear.

"I'm Damien, can't you see? Just look at my eyes." The not-so-Nick-but-maybe-Damien answered, as if he was a teacher that was telling a student an obvious answer.

And so, Nick looked into his carbon copy's eyes, and to his horror, the green eyes Nick himself had only seen in photos slowing became red, until they mirrored the eyes he'd seen on Damien.

Why am I always so wrong about everything?He thought. First about the lead, now about the fact that this fox is a fucking demon? Joseph's sake, why can't my life just be normal!?

"So, do you believe me now?" The Damien-but-in-a-Nick-casing said.

"I really don't have choice, do I?" Nick asked.

Damien-Nick shook his head.

"Alright then. So you're literally a demon, and I'm in hell for some reason?" Nick guessed.

"Bingo, expect for that last part which brings me to my next part. But first, let me just change back to myself." Damien-Nick explained.

And, in a flash of light, he looked just like the Damien Nick remembered from minutes earlier.

"Come to my desk, let's talk." Damien's voice was back now, and he didn't sound like Nick anymore, which didcalm Nickdown,slightly.

And the two sat at the desk, Damien sitting on the business end, and Nick sitting on the side closer to the door. Damien brought out some papers, which all had the same pentagram from earlier, albeit with a simpler design.

He fiddled with his papers, moving them about, taking some out and putting some forward. It appeared that this was his personal desk, and that he didn't keep it too well organized.

Nick waited in the faux leather seat, quiet. He wondered what the 'next part' was.

"Ok, ok, that should be it" Damien murmured to himself as he tookout a simple wooden box. It was small, and Nick's hustling instincts told him thatit was just a prop to make him wonder what was inside, to distract him from what was really

going on.

"So, Nicholas," Damien began, putting his hands on the desk. "I want to give you," he pointed to Nick. "a second chance."

Judy was dying.

And God, was she dying fast.

But, as a sudden surprise, but unbeknownst to the rabbit, one of the burner phones the hired thugs had went off.

"Wait, stop choking her." One of them said. To Judy, it sounded like the fox.

"Why? The dude wanted us to kill em', and she's almost gone." Another thug said. Judy's eyes were still shut, and she couldn't see them too, but she assumed it was the wolf.

"He just called. Said to leave her here,guess to let her die or somethin'. I say we just listen to him."

Everyone else agreed, and the wolf dropped Judy onto the concrete floor.

Judy felt like she could barely move, and opened her eyes. The door to the hallway was open, but the door to the room Nick died in was shut.

She found her tranq-gun to her right, still loaded. They must had left it there for some reason. She had no idea what to do.

Nick was dead, completely gone. She know she couldn't walk, nor could she walk. She know she couldn't call for help, and she knew nobody knew where her and Nick went.

So, she cried.

Just cried.

She didn't have much else to do. The fact that Nick was dead, mixed with everything else she realized, broke her. She knew she'd bleed out eventually, and that she'd die a painful death, probably more painful than right then.

So she cried.

Alias's notes: Another long chapter.

Great.

Also, this marks the first time I've used both Nick and Judy's POV's in one chapter, and I think I'm gonna use it more.

Anyways, Alias out!