A/N: First off, I apologize for the lack of updates on "The Bygone Few". For those of you who have read it, I am having a terrible case of writer's block. Onto this one-shot: This idea came to me randomly, after I tried to work out three other ideas that all failed. I hope you enjoy this, and shout-out to SharpDragonKlaw for letting me use his OC, Riggs. I hope you like how I used your OC, although he doesn't have a large part in this story. Anyways, as ever, enjoy!

The silence of the night was shattered.

It was smashed by an ear splitting shriek. The shriek rang out across the town, being silenced almost as soon as it started. Muffled noises were heard, in an attempt to cover up the shout. But the damage had been done.

Chase sprang up to his paws, barely registering the fact his head clanged noisily against the roof of his pup-house. In a flash, he opened and ran out of the door, looking both left and right to try to find the source of the noise. Marshall and the others had woken up, with drowsy concerned looks on their faces. Chase felt he was the only one fully alert.

"What was that?" Marshall asked groggily, stifling a yawn. Chase didn't answer, perking his ears to try and hear anything else. Nothing.

"We all heard that, *yawn* right?" Rocky asked. Zuma trudged up, his eyes little more than slits from exhaustion.

"Zuma, did you see anything?" Chase asked seriously. Zuma continued walking, straight into Chase.

"Hm?" he said. "Oh, do- don't think I saw anything. *yawn* Was seeing, seeing the inside of, of my, inside of my…" His head drooped, and faint snoring could be heard.

"I thought only I could do that," Marshall commented, earning a quiet laugh from only some of the pups. Chase looked over the gathered pups.

Let's see, Chase thought, Marshall, Rubble, Zuma, Rocky, me...where's Skye? Chase bolted from the spot, confusing the others.

"Where'd Chase go?" Rocky asked.

Rubble, in the meantime, had been walking around in circles, his eyes still covered by his blindfold he used for sleeping. "Could someone please turn on the lights?" Rocky calmly walked over and lifted the blindfold off his friend's head. "Thanks, Rocky!" Rubble exclaimed.

"I'm surprised you still aren't used to it," Marshall stated. "You we- *yawn* -wear it every night."

"I guess I just get so into my sleeping th-" Rubble was interrupted by a loud howl. Without hesitation, Rocky, Marshall and Rubble ran. Zuma started awake at the sound of the howl, then watched curiously as the others took off. Without seeing anything better to do he followed.

Chase stared at the empty pup-house. The silver and pink pup-house had no one inside, and Chase knew what it meant. He turned around, trying to see any sign of whoever had taken her. Chase knew that Skye wouldn't have screamed if there hadn't been anything. And now, she was gone.

Six years later...

The small cockapoo stared unflinchingly at her leader. Only her head moved, following the pacing form of a golden labrador. The labrador had short fur with one patch of black fur on his front left paw. Gold-yellow eyes and a black nose completed his face. Skye had been waiting for twenty minutes while her leader paced back and forth, shaking his head, muttering, and occasionally looking at her. She waited patiently, knowing that the gold labrador would speak his mind eventually.

"Who are you?" he eventually said. Skye answered quickly and firmly.

"I am death." The golden lab nodded his head.

"Right, right. Do you have any relationships with anyone?"

"None, sir." The lab nodded his head.

"Do you remember where you are from? Any family you had?"

"They lost all meaning to me, sir."

"What is your name?"

"I have none, but I have been called many things. She-Devil, Golden Death, Hell's Worker." Skye knew nothing of her old name, nor of any feelings she had had. She had been broken, her mind shutting down and starting all over. Bent completely to merciless monsters who used her to kill their enemies. They told her she was fighting a noble cause. She was merely an assassin trained by and for thugs and criminals. Yet she believed them, and never once did she question an order, or fail to complete what she was tasked to do. Her world had become merely a chain of commands to kill whom she was told.

It wouldn't have been so bad if she was hesitant, or if she had emotions for whom she killed. Not once did she feel anything. She was devoid of emotion, her life becoming only what was needed and what she was asked to do. If she needed to go days with hardly any sleep, she would do so. If she needed to kill a family to reach her target or keep herself unidentified, she would do so. She didn't even think about any other life, what could be different in her life. She just thought about her life the way it was.

"Good. Glad to see you have not changed." He flashed a smile, showing perfectly white teeth. Skye didn't return the smile, nor did she show any sign of noticing he had smiled. Seeing this, the lab went back to pacing. "So, we have a new target for you. It is someone from your past life, someone I just wanted to make sure won't affect you. Will you be alright?" He was nervous about losing his best insurance. While she was essentially a mercenary, she brought any money she was hired for directly to the lab in front of her, her boss. She was his most valuable asset, the ace in his sleeve. His insurance, as some might call it.

"I lost all feeling for anyone then long ago," she replied curtly.

"Good, good. Here is a file with your target, you have two days to get rid of him. He's getting too close to us for my liking, he needs to be silenced." He handed her a yellow envelope, which she grabbed in her mouth. "You may go." She gave a graceful flourish of her paw, bringing it from her brow to her chest, and from her chest to the ground. It was a salute that she had been trained to give to anyone ranking higher than her, which was only this dog. She turned and walked out the door. It clicked silently behind her.

She walked down a hallway with brick and mortar walls. It was lit by only a few flickering lights, with bits of chipped concrete at the base of the walls. It was a dusty concrete floor with a few rugs to try and give a more "rich" feel. It did not. At the end of the hall, Skye turned left, moving past two guards with uzis. They didn't say a word, knowing that she was a lethal force. They let her slip by without question.

Moving down another hall, she stopped in front of a door. She twisted the knob, allowing the door to swing inward. Creaky hinges trumpeted her arrival, a small patina of rust on them. Skye had left them rusty and loud intentionally, meaning that any would-be attacker would alert her of their presence. She shut the door with the same, rusty screech, and drove a sliding bolt home. She turned in towards her room, moving straight towards her bed.

The room wasn't decorated how she would've decorated her pup-house. The room was still bright pink, with odd objects either on shelves or hanging on the wall. A wallet here, a gun their, sometimes even a hair pin. They were all momentos. Little keep-sakes Skye collected from each person she had killed. There were some thirty-odd objects in the room on shelves. She even had a Matchbox car, taken from the hand of a five year-old child she had killed. None of the momentos held real emotionally value, they were more just trophies. Nothing had emotional value to her anymore.

She flipped open the top of the envelope, sliding the papers held within onto her bed. Carefully, she spread the papers that had been within the file across the blanket. She looked over one, reading it closely.

Description: Male Species: Dog Breed: German Shepherd Profession: Police/K9 Dog; working under the PAW Patrol Name: Chase Rose

She scanned the rest of the page, reading on activities, enjoyments, schedules, anything anyone could've wanted to know about the pup. She looked closely at one line and read it aloud.

"Enjoys being alone, has no immediate family alive. Turns away from those he lives with at the Lookout," she read. A plan was formulating in her mind already. The heart of Adventure Bay was an hour's drive from where she was. "Current relationships, none. Had a girlfriend, a small cockapoo." Her mind continued to work. She vaguely remembered her relationship with him. It held nothing to her, he was just another target. Frowning, Skye tried to work out why she had a week to try and kill him. It shouldn't be too hard.

Looking to her nightstand, she smiled at the pile of golden knives sitting there. They were her calling card. She always left one at the site of the kill, which had spread her as "Golden Death". She picked one up, looking at her reflection in the polished blade. Another knife would be used in just a few days.

Chase walked across the bridge. He had done it a million times before. He was heading back to the Lookout, going to spend the weekend with Ryder and the other pups. He had spent this past week working at the Adventure Bay Police Department, and was now looking forward to a hopefully peaceful weekend. He would spend every other week with Ryder to try and take a break from all the crime and such. He also needed to use the more advanced technology at the Lookout. He was close to cracking a hard case that had been giving the ABPD the slip for years. A drug cartel was in operation, Chase knew, but no evidence could be found relating anyone to the case. Then there was the matter of the "Golden Death" as he was called.

Murders had been springing up in the past year, and were at first random. After a few months patterns began to appear. While at first no connections could appear, as more and more people were murdered, it was clear they had either been witnesses or informants. They had all known about the drug cartel. It was one of the things that was making Chase's job so hard, as anyone with knowledge of the cartel was dead or in the process of being hunted.

Then the golden knives had appeared. It was clear that a message was trying to be spread, but whatever that message was wasn't clear. It was all too vague for anyone to make sense of. And it bothered Chase. He hated not knowing who was behind all this, and whether or not the cartel and the "Golden Death" were related. He angrily shook the thoughts from his head. He had spent too much time already this week worrying about it. He just needed to clear his head and get a new perspective on walked up the Lookout driveway, and when he got to the top of the twisty pavement, he saw a silver Tesla sitting there. He sighed, knowing who it was. Chase didn't want visitors, he just wanted to be alone with his family. His friends. But he still liked the owner of the Tesla. He was Rocky's cousin, Riggs. Chase marveled at the fact he was able to afford the Model S, particularly the P90D. Someone at the police department had said that they aren't cheap, and would cost a pretty penny to get a brand new one. It wasn't the top model, but it was close.

The Lookout doors opened as Chase stepped in front of them. He was met by a brick wall of chatter, pups playfully arguing and shouting and talking. Marshall and Everest had gotten together within the past six years, and had two different sets of pups. The first ones born were three pups, two of which looked like Marshall and one of which looked like Everest. Two girls and a boy. The second set of pups born, there were four. One of which was mostly dalmatian, the rest of them looked more like huskies.

Right now, a giant mixed breed was trying to wrestle three of the seven pups, the dalmatians. Winter, Miracle, and Snow. As if by chance, they were also all females. They were yipping and barking in excitement and challenge, each one vying for the big dog's attention. Chase watched the four of them, noting with pleasure the gentleness of the big dog, whom was Rocky's cousin Riggs. The german shepherd managed to slip past, breathing a sigh of relief as the three energetic puppies didn't see "Uncle Chase".

He walked down one of the hallways in the Lookout, moving on confident paws. "Hey, Chase!" Zuma said as the police pup walked past. Chase merely nodded, needing to get to Ryder. An uneasy feeling had come over him, just some sense that had kept him alive in close-quarters fighting. A feeling that something was going to happen. And soon. He needed to tell Ryder.

Skye slunk across the roof of the building. Hiding behind a sign advertising a pet parlor, she checked herself. She had a gun, more of a backup. She preferred to get close and personal to whom she was killing, meaning she had an arsenal of knives. She had six throwing knives across her stomach, two small knives - one on each front leg - a longer blade along her left side, as well as the suppressed pistol on her hind left leg. Most would think that it was far too much, but for Skye, it was perfect. Having that many knives meant that if she were to miss with her throwing knives, she would still have two others. If those somehow got knocked away from her, she had her pistol in reserve. But she never missed a throw.

It was a game of patience now. The best time to kill Chase, Skye thought, is when no one is awake and expecting it. She had no preference over when they were killed, or whether or not they were expecting it, but she would rather avoid using her pistol. It was a bit less satisfying than feeling the skin and muscle of the victim break beneath a blade.

Leaning against the sign, Skye closed her eyes. It was best to catch up on rest whenever possible and to relax one's body before something rigorous or testing. She entered a light, dreamless sleep, knowing that in just a few hours she would kill her target and report another successful mission.

Skye awoke, it being just after midnight. The position of the moon gave away the time. She stretched, working to loosen her muscles and tendons. She wasn't expecting too much trouble, but with Chase's track record, it could be harder than first perceived. Moving quietly, Skye jumped from the low building's roof. The moon was slowly gliding across the sky, the occasional cloud moving in front of it. Running quickly across the bridge, Skye hid within any available shadow. Most people, if asked, would have said they had only seen a vague shape sliding from one shadow to another.

She ghosted up the driveway, carefully crawling up the grassy slopes and across the pavement. She stopped at the top of the last hill, carefully peeking up over the edge. The pup-houses were empty, but that was to be expected. Ryder had each of the pups have their own rooms constructed, since they had outgrown their old pup-houses. Skye scanned the yard, looking for something. Her eyes locked on a solitary figure standing at the edge of the cliff. Even from this distance, she knew it was Chase. She silently ghosted up to the figure, pausing ten feet away. A faint rasping could be heard as Skye drew her long-bladed knife. Chase's ears parked slightly at the sound, and he sighed.

"Go ahead. Do it," he said. Skye paused. This was a new reaction. "I said do it!" he practically shouted. "I've got nothing left to live for. My only love was taken away from me. No one else knows, but I can't live any longer. Yet, I can't bring myself to kill myself. I've thought about it. I've wanted to do it. But I'm too weak. Maybe you, Golden Death, could kill me and get it over with."

Skye stared at his back. Two thoughts were running through her mind at this point. Unlike every other victim of her's, this one was pleading for her to kill him. Practically begging her to kill him. Then there was the fact that he knew it was her. At least, he knew it was Golden Death.

"I've wondered," Chase continued, "if death really is gold. Is it really satisfying? Then I'm sure that, as a great mind you are, you are wondering how I knew it was you. Well, to put it short, I know you're working for a drug ring. I know that anyone investigating the case and gets close doesn't live. I knew it was a matter of time before you came to me. Sometimes, I think that you don't really enjoy killing people and pups. I don't think you get true pleasure from it, I don't think that you know what it's like to be part of the family that has the deceased relative. Do you?" Skye remained silent. She thought about what he said. Something stirred in the back of her mind, and she started to chase it down. She grimaced as thoughts of what her boss had done to her to get her to where she was now. He had her tortured, ranging from cutting long slits down her body to submerging her in water until she almost drowned.

"I don't think you really mean to hurt others," Chase said, "even if some are already hurt. My girlfriend was taken six years ago, on this very night as a matter of fact. I wouldn't be surprised if she was dead, a lot can happen. Two of my friends, in fact, are married now and have seven pups. Seven! The firedog, he married a pup that Ryder recruited after my girl was taken. It was about a year or two after she had disappeared, and she's awfully nice. Strong and decisive, but nice. She can put such an innocent smile on her face, you can hardly say no." A smile appeared on Chase's face as he watched the water.

"It makes me wish I could've had the same chance. Had a girl I love become my wife, my mate, start a family. Which I guess, sadly, wasn't meant to be. I haven't found another dog who had quite that nice of a smile. Those same beautiful magenta eyes. And so, I ask you to kill me now. I just want you to know, that as my last wish, is that I could at least see you before I die. It might sound strange, but I want to see how gold the Golden Death is." Skye fought with herself. Years of hard training and discipline were fighting with feelings, emotions. Even though they felt so foreign, they felt right. A sense of duty overcame emotion.

Skye brought the knife back and threw it, it catching in Chase's back, near the base of his tail. He gasped in pain, but didn't shout out. She rushed forward, and turned Chase around. His eyes were closed, but as he felt the movement, he opened his eyes. They grew wide in shock, seeing Skye there before him.

"Sk- Skye? You're...Golden Death?" Chase could tell his body was shutting down.

"I'm not Skye," she answered flatly, "Skye died a long time ago." Chase closed his eyes.

"May I ask, for one more thing?" Skye stared at him intently. "May I, kiss, you?" Skye felt her heart rip out of her chest. Images and feelings flashed through her mind, from meeting to Chase, to secretly falling in love with him, to drawing pictures of him and her late at night when she couldn't sleep.

Skye blinked rapidly. "Oh my...Chase!" She threw her paws around him, sobbing into his fur. "I'm sorry. I'm so, so sorry!" she cried again and again. "I don- I don't know what happened, I- I-" chase put his paw up to her lips.

"Listen," he said weakly, "I love you. I know, it wasn't, you. I'm glad you're, you're back." Skye leaned in, and kissed him on his lips. It lasted not more than ten seconds, when Skye felt Chase sink into the ground and go limp. She cried across his body for what felt like hours. The sun was just starting to rise when Skye came to a decision. She pulled the knife out of Chase's body.

"I love you, Chase," she said. She twisted the knife to her chest, and pulled her paws towards herself. There was a brief flash of pain, replaced by numbness. She collapsed, feebly searching for Chase's paw. Grasping it in her paw, she said one last thing as she coughed up blood out of her mouth. "I, love, you." The world faded from her view, disappearing as a bright, white light replaced it.