AN: Okay, now we come to the sick and bloody part. I must warn you now that if you feel any sort of discomfort when reading blood, death, or torture then you might want to skip this chapter. In more happy news, I posted a fic where I will be posting romantic one shots called "Puppy Love Moments". Be sure to check it out. I won't be doing every possible paring, but I will be doing at least 10 to 12 of them.

P.S. Does anybody here think that the new voice actor for Ryder in the last two episodes was wrong? The guy they had before it was fine.

Disclaimer: I don't own Paw Patrol.

"Damian Stone!" shouted Chase, making everyone jump. He was showing a rare horrified expression that the pups rarely ever saw from him, and he was slowly turning green too. "Z-Z-Zuma and his family… they had to d-d-deal with that m-m-m-monster?!"

"Who is he? A bad guy?" asked Rubble.

Chase shivered as his eyes closed. "He's not just a bad guy, Rubble. He's one of the worst criminals I ever read about in police reports. He's been tied to dozens of murders, thefts, assaults, gang related activities. The guy is a psychopath, and his last crime before they caught him was when he… he…"

Chase's eyes widen as he stared at Ryder who looked at Chase with a solemn frown. The others didn't know what was going on, but they felt a deep dark pit forming in the stomachs. Rocky now knew who it was that had made Zuma have those nightmares, and if this human was as bad as Chase was saying…

Why didn't tell us? Or even me? thought Rocky, feeling that his abusive ex-owner paled in comparison to this Stone person.

"Ryder, sir… was Zuma's family… we're they the ones…" Chase whimpered as his tail folded between his legs. Ryder, clutching his fist, closed his eyes and nodded. Upon seeing this, whatever strength Chase had seemed to fail him as he rushed towards a nearby garbage pail and began to hurl. The others were shocked again to see this as Skye ran over and began to pat him on the back.

Between the moments of puking, they swore they could hear Chase sobbing as well. Never had they seen their leader so broken before. Rocky, Marshall, and Rubble looked at each other with worry. If this Stone person could make Chase lose control, how bad was it? When he finally pulled his head out and wiped his tears, Chase shook his head. "Oh Zuma… he… he saw all that… heck, he lived through it?!"

"What happened?" asked Marshall, gulping.

Ryder took a deep breath and told them of the tragedy that forever changed Zuma…

Greg had immediately ordered Zuma and Shelly to head into the kitchen. Marsha was also ordered, but she refused to part from her husband. Despite the pups wanting to stay by their owners, they obeyed and went inside. However, they peeked out of the small order window connecting the two rooms as they watched the man named Damian Stone walk over to the soda machine. He took a cup, and filled it up before turning back to the married couple with a smile. "Drink?"

"We're fine," grumbled Greg, holding his wife tight.

Stone shrugged as he sipped his soda before calmly walking over to them. "Pretty kind of you to put the pups out of danger. Where are your kids?"

"I… can't have any, but Zuma and Shelly are like my children anyway," muttered Greg, lowering his head.

Despite the danger, Zuma and Shelly looked at each other with a warm smile. They always thought of Greg and Marsha as their parents too.

"Aw, how sweet. I wish I had a father like you," said Stone with a wide smile. "Of course all mine was good for was being a lazy ass. I think the most exercise he ever got was when I slit his throat, and watched him fumble around in a futile effort to stop the bleeding. This is good orange soda by the way."

He finished his drink while ignoring the terrified and disgust looks he was getting from the couple and their pups. Sighing in satisfaction, he tossed the cup away before he punched Greg in the face and knocked him down. Marsha, Zuma, and Shelly shouted his name, but two of Stone's gang grabbed Marsha and held their guns to her temples. Greg groaned as he got up, holding his injured jaw while Stone sat down and laid his feet on the injured man's back. "Now all that drinking has gotten me hungry. I was going to order Chinese, but a good old fashioned burger will do fine. Make me one."

"I don't have to make you anything!" shouted Greg, throwing the feet off his back. He got up, but the sound of the guns safeties coming off stopped him from doing anything reckless.

"Whatever happened to the customer is always right? Or is this place's reputation not as good as I heard it to be?" asked Stone, raising an eyebrow. "If you don't make me a good burger, I will cut off a finger of your wife's hands every time you get it wrong." As he said this he took out a switch knife and flipped it open. "Burger. Medium well. Now."

Greg looked at his teary eyed wife and nodded. He slowly made his way towards the kitchen.

"Tsk. You gotta go faster than that man," said Stone as he pulled out a pistol from his pocket and aimed for Greg's legs.

Zuma saw this and shouted, "Gweg! Look out!"

A shot rang in the air, followed by a cloud of blood erupting from a screaming Greg's left leg. Shelly and Zuma screamed as they rushed out of the kitchen to their owner. Howling in pain, Greg held his bleeding leg while it formed a red puddle on the floor. Zuma nearly wet himself upon seeing so much of it get on his paws and fur while trying to help stop it. "He needs help! Call 911!" shouted Zuma to the other humans who just laughed at the pup.

"How about I call 1-800-Fuck-You," answered Stone, before he aimed his pistol at Zuma who froze up. Shelly saw this and quickly got in front of her brother like as shield. "Now either your owner gets me my burger or you get buried in a gym bag. The choice is his."

Greg, despite the pain, managed to get up and turned to his pups. "Stay… out of this… I can… do this…" The pups whimpered as he continued to make his way to the kitchen, limping on his bleeding leg. A few minutes later the kitchen grill was on, and the smell of a meat patty lingered in the air. It still wasn't enough to counter the smell of blood for the dogs though.

Zuma and Shelly, terrified of what would happen to them, held onto each other as the latter dived into her brother's chest and cried. Zuma wanted to cry too, but all he could do was stare at the bloody marks her owner made. He then glanced at Marsha, crying and ready to crumble to her knees. And Stone, the monster that did all this, he just twitted around that knife of his without a care. It was like he had no regrets upon the fact that he had just shot somebody and was threatening others.

Finally, after much waiting, Greg came out with a burger on a plate. He walked over to Stone and presented it to him. Taking it in his free hand, Stone sniffed the burger and then took a bite out of it. After a few chews, he stop, spat it in front of Greg's face and threw the burger into a wall. "Make it again."

"But I…"

He raised his gun at the other leg. "Make. It. Again."

Greg whimpered and nodded, turning around as he slowly made his way back to the kitchen. Stone then got up and went over to Marsha and said, "Oh, right. I forgot. Need to take something from your wife here."

The family gasped in horror as Marsha screamed while Stone took her right hand and pressed his knife against one of her fingers. Greg shouted in rage and tried to stop him, but he fell on his knees due to his wound. Shelly, unable to see anymore, rushed to help but was kicked back by one of the goons and sailed into a chair. Zuma went to his injured sister, but a scream made him turn around and scream as well.

Stone wasn't just cutting one of Marsha's fingers off, he was sawing it. Up and down the knife went despite Marsha's struggles as her finger slowly began to come apart from her hand. The gleeful look on Stone's face was nothing more than a twisted sick pleasure upon seeing the sight of dismemberment. The finger soon came out, and Zuma saw wound begin to spray blood out along with bits of bone. Zuma fell to his knees and lost his lunch immediately.

Now there was a stench of stomach bile and blood mixed in the air.

Non-phased by all this, Stone walked back to his chair, ignoring the crying of Marsha and the cursing of Greg. He looked at the husband and smirked. "Now unless you want your wife to become eight fingered instead of nine, I suggest you make a good burger."

Greg began to sob as he got back up to try again.

Five times. Five times Greg tried and five times he failed. With Marsha always paying for it.

Stone kept his promise and cut off a finger each time. Now Marsha was missing her right pinkie, thumb and wedding finger while her left had her two middle fingers missing. All laid out on a table in bloody stumps. Marsha was barley standing anymore, only the two goons who had been holding her kept her from falling down completely.

Zuma and Shelly's faces were covered with tear marks. This was the woman who had loved them all their lives. She had read stories to them when they went to bed at night. If they were sick or injured she would kiss them and take care of them until they were better. Marsha had even told Zuma and Shelly one day that they were named after children she had been hoping to get with Greg until they found out about his problem. That meant more to them than anything because it showed that even though they were pups, they were thought of as family instead of pets.

And now that woman-their mother- was being tortured by this maniac who didn't seem to care.

Greg, in his sixth attempt, presented the next burger as all awaited with a held breath to see how Stone would take it. He chewed it for a bit, tapping his chin. With a smile he pretended thumbs up to Greg. "Good stuff! You got it!" Greg sighed in relief as did the others. However, Stone threw the burger away like he did with all the others. "Yeah, you actually got it right the first time. I just lied to screw with ya." He chuckled while the others stared at him with disbelief as they wondered how in god's name this man's sick mind worked.

"Of course, you forgot one little thing each time," scolded Stone as he raised his finger and shook it back and forth with a "tsk tsk".

"W-what?" asked Greg, trembling.

"You forgot the fries," answered Stone with a grin. He then pointed to two of his men. "Grill him on this lesson, boys?"

Before Greg could argue, he was dragged by the two into the kitchen while begging for mercy. Zuma and Shelly wanted to go help him, but were too frozen by the amused glare that Stone was giving them. Their spines shivered as they heard the sound of the grill being used followed by Greg screaming. A foul smell came from the room as Greg continued to scream along with the sizzling. It continued for a few minutes until it suddenly stopped and Greg's screams turned to whimpers.

When he was dragged out, Shelly and Zuma cried out in horror at what they saw. Greg's entire right face was burned along with his hands. Tears from his only good eye began to fall as his hands twitched causing him to give a slight shout of pain with each movement. He was thrown onto the floor like a piece of wasted meat as Stone inhaled the smell. "Hmm, now that smells great. Maybe you should serve yourself one of these days?"

Unable to take anymore, Marsha broke free from her captors and screamed. She ran at Stone with fury in her eyes, her bleeding hands flaying in the air.

Stone avoid her charge, got behind her, and locked his arm around her throat. "You know who hasn't eaten today? Shiva." He showed her his knife in front of her terrified eyes. "I think it's only fair that she gets a meal as well, don't you?"

With that said he stabbed her, much to everyone's horror, straight in the back over and over again. She screamed as every inch of the blade went into her as her back became completely covered in blood. Stone than turned her around and started stabbing her in the stomach just as fast.

"Marsha!" shouted Greg, his voice cracked and broken.

"Mommy!" shouted Zuma and Shelly in horror as they saw the light in her eyes slowly fade. With all her remaining strength, she weakly glanced at her family one last time.

"I… love you…" she whimpered before Stone's knife found its way into her throat with a stab. She gurgled out blood before she went limp while the knife was twisted in further. When it was dragged out of her, she fell to the floor in a crumbled heap, her blood covering every part of her body.

"No… no… nooooooo! Nooo!" screamed Shelly as she covered her eyes and fell to the floor in tears. "Mommy! Mommy!"

"M-m-m-mommy…" whispered Zuma as his eyes began to water. "Mommy… get up… get up… get up… GET UP!"

But no matter how much he or his sister screamed, their bleeding mother's body didn't move. Greg crawled to his wife as he took her lifeless body into his arms and cradled her. He silently cried as he wiped away the blood off her pale face and kissed her forehead. "Marsha… my love…I'm sorry, I'm so sorry…"

"Why?!" demanded Zuma as he turned to Stone who raised his eyebrow. "Why?! Why do all of this?!"

"Because it's fun," said Stone as he stretched his arms. "Well, that and your owner her refused to pay."

"I'll… I'll pay… just… please…" whimpered Greg, sobbing. "Just spare me and my pups."

"Please! Show mercy! Take whatever you want! Just stop hurting us!" shouted Shelly, lowering her head in a bow.

Stone rubbed his chin. "Hmm, maybe I'll end your suffering." He turned to his gang and snapped his fingers. "Starting with the widow."

At once every one who had guns aimed at Greg who didn't even flinch. Zuma screamed in protest as Greg looked at them and whispered one last time, "I'm sorry, pups."

And the bullets hailed into the sky.

Shelly screamed and tried to run towards Greg as he was assaulted on all sides by the gunfire, but Zuma held her back. They watched as their father figure was torn apart along with Marsha. When it was all over all that remained were two minced meat corpses covered in bullet holes that lay in each others embrace.

Zuma didn't bother holding onto his sister anymore as they both ran to their now dead owners. They wept over their bodies, saying their names over and over again as the blood covered their fur along with their tears. Zuma looked into their lifeless eyes and saw none of the warmth he was familiar with whenever they gazed at him or Shelly. Every happy moment he had with them from playing on the beach, to teaching them how to work the restaurant, to every single birthday, Christmas, and Halloween they had together. It all played in his head for one single moment.

And then it was all covered with every second of seeing Marsha and Greg torn apart and left for dead. Their blood and guts were now on him, pieces of their bodies scattered all over the snack shack that each of them had been proud to own on the beach.

"I'll kill you!" shouted Shelly, growling at Stone who snorted. With rage in her eyes, his sister charged at their parent's murder. "I'll kill you!"

"Shelly! No!" shouted Zuma, knowing they were no match for him.

Like lighting, Shelly jumped up to try and bite Stone but she was met with something sharp. Something that went straight into her neck. Looking down, Shelly saw the knife that was used to kill her mother was now stuck in her throat. She looked up at Stone who smirked as he twisted the knife before pushing her off of him.

The world seemed to slow down for Zuma as he watched his sister fall to the ground and spat out blood that rained down upon her. "Shelly!"

He rushed to his sister, holding her as she looked at him with fear in her eyes, tears dripping down her face. "Z-z..zu… ma.."

"Don't speak! Shelly, please!" cried Zuma as he held the last of his family close to him and tried to stop the bleeding. No matter how much he tried, the blood wasn't stopping and her breathing was lessening. "No. You can't die on me, Shelly! Don't leave me too! Please!"

"I… I'm… scared… bro…" Shelly gave one last gasp before her eyes closed and she went limp in Zuma's arms.

He froze as he stared at her lifeless face. Holding tight, her hugged her close to his heart and began to pat her head as he felt nothing but pain upon seeing everything he loved in his life shattered before him. "Shelly…. Shelly please, sis… please don't go… please don't go too… I don't want you to… Shelly? Shelly? Shelly?"

When he got no response he, gently laid her down and caressed her cheek. Zuma just sat there, his tears falling down upon her body as he looked at his sister with nothing but sorrow. Stone flipped his knife closed and said, "Hmm, she actually made me draw Shiva faster than I ever had. Kudos to her."

Upon hearing this, something snapped in Zuma as he roar and dived at Stone who was too surprised to do anything. Zuma bit his arm as hard as he could, tear it as best as he could while drawing blood. Flashes of his family echoed in his mind as he only wanted one thing: to kill this man.

Stone swung his arm everywhere to get Zuma off until he finally did, throwing him through the window of the kitchen where he landed across a counter where bottles of ketchup, mustard and relish broke his fall. Zuma screamed as pieces of glass entered his back before he fell to the floor.

Exhausted, he lay there with his eyes closed. He knew he had to move, but he didn't want to. They were going to look for him and then they would kill him. He didn't care. If it meant being with his family again, he didn't care if he was going to die. Hearing the door open, Zuma waited with halted breath for a gunshot or a knife blow or anything that would have him embrace death.

There was nothing. Nothing until somebody shouted, "He's already dead. Blow must have killed him on impact."

"Son of a bitch! Ugh, he's lucky," he heard Stone say from the other room. "Let's just get out of here and get some Subways. We'll use the money our deceased donors have decided to give to us in their register."

Zuma opened his eyes when heard the door slam shut and looked over his body. There were two kinds of red on him. The blood from his wounds and that of his family, and the ketchup that was on him from the broken bottle he crashed into. They… they must have been… fooled.

This still didn't make Zuma even move an inch until he heard the ATV's driving away. Even after that he slowly took his time to get up and walk on shaken legs out the door. Zuma walked through the snack shack that had been a key place in his life since he could remember. Now it was ruined with broken furniture, bullet holes, and blood. So much blood.

He stared at his blood covered family and then at his paws which were also covered in blood.

All he could see was blood. Blood on the floor. Blood on the walls. Blood crawling all around him.

Zuma saw this all and he held his head back and screamed.

And scream.

And scream.