Finger squeezed against the trigger, again and again. Judy aimed low to take out the legs of a squad of newly arrived tigers. There seemed to be no end to them. They streamed in like water flowing freely from a tap, and the repelling forces here at Mr Big's estate were starting to show signs of fatigue.

Judy turned back into her cover; a concrete pillar supporting a second story veranda, the moment she felt bullets were flying in her direction. She stared blankly in front of her, her breathing erratic, and her small hands barely holding onto the gun that was just too large for the small bunny to handle. Her ears hung limply behind her head; numb from the constant storm of bullet fire that had left here feeling as though she were hearing everything under water. She could almost feel the sticky clumps of fur on her face from the now dry blood, were her entire body not near complete numbness from a combination of both fatigue and on-going adrenaline.

The fight, after half an hour, was now swinging in the attackers favour. While Mr Big's bears were well prepared for an onslaught, the sheer never ending numbers of the incoming tigers had reached a point of seemingly overwhelming them. There needed to be a huge tipping point now to change the direction this losing battle was going for Judy. And that's when she saw it.

An opportunity was quite literally floating above her head.

Feeling as though a slight breeze had picked up; a cool air seemed to brush against Judy's sweat drenched fur and focusing her tired, worn ears till they limply flickered into life, she could make out a low rhythmic thumping above the sounds of the gunfight.

With zero regard for her cover; Judy peered around the concrete pillar and gazed heavenward. A helicopter hovered over the centre of the battle where she stood. It was large and luxurious from the outside impression. Almost completely white; it stuck out against the dark blanket that was the night sky. And arrogantly illuminated by a special spotlight on the side of this flying vehicle was an emblem. A striped claw of black and orange. Judy ran through her memories to try and think of where she had seen it before and then it hit her like a ton of bricks. All the tigers and tigers alone that pursued her, the never depleting resources of those that hunted her, the blind eye the mayor took to all of this. She had met the one behind these attacks before, back at Laurences warehouse; he bore a large gold ring with the same emblem, and seeing as he simply vanished from the warehouse when Laurence's army fell, it came as no surprise to her that she found him here, now. Arrogantly hanging overhead, watching others do his dirty work.

Judy looked around above her and guessed that the helicopter had to be hovering around roof height to the maze of buildings that was Mr Big's property.

Dropping her gun with absolute resolve in her new plan, she ran through a doorway behind her and back into the building she came from.

A tiger sat in the back of the luxurious helicopter; sipping slowly at a glass of wine as he listened contently to the sounds of fighting below him. He always hated turning against a business partner like Mr Big, but at the end of the day; it is just business. No, it was more important to take out Ex-Officer Judy Hopps as she had cost him more financially than and endeavour from recent memory. He sighed momentarily while reflecting on the millions he lost while funding Laurence's movement and millions more to track down Ms Hopps, even though it hardly dented his colossal fortune.

His reflection was cut short as he clenched his glass in shock, almost breaking it, were there no noise around him; one could hear the glass beginning to crack under pressure. However the only glass breaking was that of the passenger window to this helicopter. To his right a figure burst through the window and landed with a thud on the plush leather seating opposite himself and sitting back to back with the pilot.

Judy shook her head as though to clear it. Her heart was racing a mile a minute.

She dropped her jacket which she had coiled around her right arm to break the window and glared at the tiger opposite herself. He was trembling, fear and shock evident through his eyes as he looked at the building she had to have jumped from to gain entry and saw an easy twenty foot gap between it and the helicopter. "Impossible…" He stuttered, it was almost in audible between his heavy eastern accent and the shock his voice held.

He looked back at Judy who appeared anything other than the cute ignorant bunny that Laurence had pulled into their scheme. Her black tights were torn in multiple places up her legs, her white vest was now a shade of grey; between smoke and dirt, as well as sharing its own few tears and cuts with a several stains of blood to add to the scare factor. Her face, set hard in a look he could only describe as 'to kill' with a dry blood spatter staining across it and her head twitching from adrenaline.

All it took was to then see the ring dangling her ear heavily in of her face and he gasped. Speaking once more, more calm now, his voice and accent rolled like a dance to Judy's ears as he stated, "It is worse than I feared, you have become X."

The insult cut Judy to the heart and she was ready to lash out and end this miserable fiend, but something deep inside her fought back the urge. Deep down she knew she was better than X, and she wouldn't let this new side of herself win. Taking a deep breath and closing her eyes for a moment, she opened them to find her vision cleared and her mind more stable. "We need to have a chat." She stated bluntly while snatching the glass of wine from his frightened hand and taking a deep sip, savouring the red variety's fruity-punch. "But first, call your men off the attack."

Suddenly seeming to find his composure, he let out a musical and somewhat theatrical laugh before responding, "I don't think you're in any position to make demands Ms Hopps."

Her face almost set into a look of confusion before her right ear flicked at the sound of metal clicking from the co-pilot's seat. Reacting more from instinct than anything else; Judy crouched low fast as a gun was discharged next to her head and her ears went number as her vision blurred from the shock. Keeping a level head; she rose quickly and threw the glass in the face of the co-pilot while snatching his pistol as his hand pulled back to shield his face from damage that had already been done. Scooting her rear in a fluid one hundred and eighty degree movement she plonked herself next to the leader of this assault and now held the pistol to his head. "I don't think you understand how serious I am being right now Mr… I don't believe I ever caught your name." Judy spoke tauntingly as she now held the upper hand.

"G… Gael," He answered, stuttering in a manner Judy could only call cowardly, as she saw it sink into his little mind that all the money in the world could not save him from a bullet and a single bunny with little to lose. "Lord Gael." He corrected himself, as he tried desperately to hide behind his title.

Judy had never enjoyed being the one to apply pressure like this. She had always been the one to stand against the 'bully' stereotype and not add to it. Whenever it came time to interrogate a suspect she would gladly let Nick take the lead and she knew that her comfort zone with such techniques was so slim that Nick would request that she leave the room whenever a suspect was not willing to provide information they needed, she had always hated that he needed to do it, but she would emphasise the fact that it was needed and that gave her a little closure each night. But now, something was changing within her. Seeing this mighty and powerful animal tremble before her, at her every whim. She felt exhilarated, enthralled. Dare she think it… She was enjoying this.

"So here is how this is going to work, Gael." She spoke emphasising his name with a played accent as she sunk back into a lounging position on the leather seating while leisurely pointing the gun at the trembling animal before her. "You're going to be a good little tiger and call off the attack. Then you're going to land this chopper, and we are going to have a nice little chat." She ended her demands with a large and sarcastic grin.

Judy held a totally different persona. Watching the tiger before her struggle with his pride fighting against his survival instinct as he hesitantly picked up a phone that sat next to the wine and glasses on a small table in-between the two leather seats and call his men off the attack. Within moments there was a lot less shooting and rather the shouts of animals fleeing as best as they could without being mowed down by the defending side as the now had free range to fire without fear of retaliation.

A quick word to the pilot and co-pilot who had constantly kept on glancing back at their boss in concern and he had them landing the helicopter in a clearing outside Mr Big's Estate where a bunch of Polar bears had gathered, obviously ready to seize whoever was in the flying vehicle. As they touched down a bear almost ripped open the door and grabbed the defeated Lord and dragged him off to Mr big, the same was to be done with the two in the front of the helicopter and Judy sat back and relaxed in the helicopter for a moment while savouring her victory.

Something caught the corner of her eye and she turned her head to see X sitting next to her, sipping on a glass of wine. "Enjoying yourself?" He asked while giving her a curious and taunting expression. Shaking her head in stark horror; she stared at where he sat to find he had never been there at all. It was all in her head. Was she going crazy? And then the guilt of how she had just acted seeped like dirt into her fur. She felt filthy, and overall disgusted at herself. She needed to keep a better check on this new found persona and abilities, as well as she could.

Judy walked back into the centre of the estate, it was the aftermath of a warzone. Although she had gained access to the estate from the city centre, she had travelled in an underground passageway back out to the outer region of Zootopia. But even their distance from the masses wouldn't keep her former fellow cops from coming and sniffing around. The only reason there weren't officers all over this place right now was probably because Mr Big was paying someone higher up to keep their noses out of this mess for as long as possible. The noise and commotion of a full on mini-war had to have drawn some attention. And Judy didn't want to be here when the seekers come looking.

Judy's small frame tensed as she walked by a mixture of moaning and pleading from tigers lined on the ground as a polar bear went around ending them one by one. With each bullet fired; another life ended. She felt her blood start to boil. The next thing the polar bear knew was pain, he felt it digging deep into his chest as his head jerked forward and he found himself eye to eye with a furious bunny.

Judy had jumped up and dug her feet as hard as she could into the chest of the bear as with both her arms she pulled hard on the collar of his black t-shirt, forcing him to make eye contact with her as she balanced on his large frame. She glared deep into his eyes. Her unusual strength had his body bending at her will and she could sense both his shock and horror at his predicament. "Stop. Killing. Them." Judy stated as calmly as she could. Too many lives had ended over these last few days and she was absolutely sick of being around death. "Don't punish them for doing their job." She finished and the bear meekly nodded his head in understanding as he stared at the bunny wide eyed. "Good." She answered plainly as she hopped down and began to walk back to one of the main buildings on Mr Big's land. "Get as many as possible seen to with medical attention. I assume that law enforcements will be here soon enough and I'm sure they will be more lenient if you hand over LIVING culprits." Judy shouted over her shoulder before disappearing into the large wooden doorframe of the once immaculate and now blood-stained house.

The large white hand of a polar bear opened a door and Judy walked into complete darkness and suddenly felt claustrophobic as it encased her in its blind solitude. Remembering her time spent in total darkness with Nick wade her heart race and brought fear to the surface. She was less than comfortable as it was and this just added to her unease. The door closed behind her, ceiling her in with the darkness and the click of the door's latch meeting the frame made her fur stand on edge. She was on the brink of doing something drastic when an overhead light came on and she saw Lord Gael; sitting opposite her behind a crude table, restrained to a chair.

An intercom seemed to squeak into life from a corner of the room and Judy heard the familiar sound of Mr Big's weighted voice beaming through.

"I think it's time the tale I was telling was finished Miss Hopps, and no one better to do so than an old business friend of mine and the main funder to the project that created X, Lord Gael."

The restrained lord's head suddenly bolted around the dark room, seeking his old business partner so that they could come to some sort of accommodation, his eyes filled with terror. He started rambling and begging out loud to the darkness itself for all that Judy could gather, as Mr Big was clearly turning a deaf ear to the creature behind the attack on his estate.

The small bunny hopped on the table and sat cross-legged on top, staring into the eyes of this belittled lord. She observed his appearance freely. He now sported a swelling eye that would soon enough begin to bruise and darken, his expensive, white-silk button up shirt was stained with blood, his own blood; compliments of what Judy could see was a busted lip. He wasn't beat to a pulp, but just enough to knock him down from his high horse.

Judy was most shocked at herself though. A week ago she'd have asked to leave the room; she'd have wanted no part of this. And although she didn't enjoy this scenario in the slightest, at most she felt neutral to the whole thing. She needed information, and knew it would probably take a little incentive to get it.

"I've heard much of the history behind the creation of X, how Nick and his squad were captured and then Nick was released under extreme conditions. I want to hear the rest of the tale now. Tell me how this story ends." Judy spoke plain and clear, taking long pauses and deep breathes between her words so as to be as clear as possible the first time.

The lord looked up at her with a meek and injured expression, "Okay… Okay, I'll tell you how it happened."

Nick was hyperventilating. He had been forced into some sort of posture collar by X. It wrapped around his neck and curved down his spin, ending in a locked position around his waist. It forced him into a crawling movement that could only be called savage and primitive. He could not stand, but that was not the cause for his fear. X had locked a muzzle over his mouth and that was one fear that Nick had never overcome. The feel of the leather digging into the skin of his face, restricting the movement of his mouth, impairing his speech which was as Nick liked to think; his greatest asset.

X crouched next to Nick and whispered softly, "Not so fun when you can't talk your way out of this, is it?"

Standing up and walking across the pure white cell that now belonged to Nick; X turned on a radio and let the soothing sound of classical music run through it. Breathing deeply through his nose and savouring a moment he had been waiting years to experience he turned back to look at his handiwork. Nick shivered where he was; wherever his completely bare flesh touched the cold tiles beneath him added little comfort to his helpless predicament.

"Do you remember the day that you found me again? When you came back for me?" X asked while walking back over to nick who was unable to really life his head with the posture collar so only his eyes could follow X's movements. "I do." He went on as he now stood right in front of Nick, crouching low so that their eyes met.

"I remember you bursting through the doors of the army headquarters after slaughtering countless animals, storming straight to the leaders planning room to demand my release… Only to see that after seven years of being trained like a wild animal and fighting like a wild animal. I had become a wild animal leading this bunch of sick and twisted creatures myself."

X slapped Nick jestfully across the face before continuing. "Look I know you're not quite comfortable right now but try to bear with me here. Anyway… Where was I? Oh, right! Yes, they thought it was quite entertaining after you left to treat me like the freak I was, but the problem was; you treat someone like a freak long enough and they stop playing by the rules. So what happens?" X clapped his hands together loudly before placing them on his bent legs and finishing his thought with a mad glint in his eyes. "Hostile takeover!"

Standing up and walking over to a table out of Nick's field of view, X continued. "I began using their own methods against them, refining and perfecting it until I figured out how to break their so called civilised ways and turn them back into the animals that they should be. Once that was perfected I went about learning how to train their obedience. Do you know what the difference is between an obedient soldier and an obedient savage?"

X who had been busy with his hands while talking; now walked back in front of Nick and set down two bowls in front of him. "The difference is; a soldier will fight for you as long as it benefits him, then he will turn and run away like a coward the second the tide turns against him. A savage will fight to the death, and the closer they get to death; the stronger and more resilient they become."

Nick looked down at the bowls to see one contained a gruel-ish food and the other water.

"Let me be clear on something." X began again while he slowly began to undo the muzzle from Nick. "I do not hate you for what you did to me. I am bigger than that. I only despise you for what you are, and everything you stand for. I could have lived with the fact that you used me to gain your freedom and that was the savage way out. You saw an opportunity to survive and you took it… But then you came back for me." X removed the muzzle and Nick took a deep breath before flexing and relaxing his jaw freely. "Weak, Nick. And Now I finally get to remove that weakness from you all together."

X then stood and crossed his arms. "Eat up, brother."

Nick took another deep breath before responding in a course voice; starved of food and water for two days now. "You… are not my brother. And I would sooner die, than be your savage."

Nick couldn't look up to see X, but X bore a massive smile across his sinister face. "Fine, we will play it your way, Nicholas Wilde… we will try again tomorrow."

X bent down and forced the muzzle back over Nick. The fox's drive almost broke as he was forced back into his largest possible discomfort zone. He tried screaming out but the muzzle would allow no such activities.

Picking up the bowls, X walked out and shut the massively-thick door behind himself, sealing Nick to his solitude and nightmare of a fate.

A VERY BIG THANKS TO:

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DIRTKID123

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Your continued support and feedback always helps when writing this story. I am reaching out to some very dark ideas and thoughts so it is harder to write and does take a lot more energy.

And thanks to everyone that has been following this! You guys are great! Reading my little take that HOPEFULLY Disney will never actually make a thing, perish the thought that such terrible things could happen to such honestly great characters.

I think there's a good two more chapters to this so I will try to get them out a little quicker now. Otherwise you lovely peeps can take it easy.

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Un4gottenSOUL