AN: So, does anybody else hate the new voice that Ryder has for the series in the last two episodes so far? Cause I do. Bring back the old one, he was good! Also, while I find it nice that Wally has a family (Sorry for those who have just been spoiled) I would have liked to see it develop over episodes instead of a single one. Ah well, it was still okay. Also, does anybody else find that Kitten Catastrophe Crew to be adorably evil? Where was I? Oh right a psychopathic murderer trying to kill a dog and burn everything he holds dear. This is the last of the Past of Zuma parts.

Also, I really am tempted to make this a Rocky x Zuma fic. I know people said friendship, but seriously, it's kinda hard not to do it as a romance ^^.

Disclaimer: I do not own Paw Patrol

Detective Shaw couldn't help but smirk as he entered the interrogation room. He had him. After all these years he finally had the bastard. He had been hoping to see Stone looking worried and sweating like a pig, but he was simply staring at the ceiling, looking bored out of his mind, until he saw Detective Shaw come in. Smiling like he was greeting an old friend, Stone leaned back in his chair. "Ah, Detective Shaw? Word on the street is that you've been gunning for me for a long time."

"Four years you prick," muttered Detective Shaw in disappointment. Setting himself down across from him, Shaw slammed down a file as big as a dictionary. "That right there?" he said pointing to the file. "That's every crime you have ever committed since your name first passed my desk. A whole list of crimes that cost the lives of nearly a hundred or so people that you are going to answer for when they stick a needle in your arm, and send you to hell."

Raising an eyebrow at the file, Stone snorted. "I thought it would be much bigger."

"Is that a confession?" asked Shaw, glaring at the maniac.

"No, just a statement of observation," replied Stone, raising his cuffed hands. "I do have to wonder though, Detective, since I am apparently accused of these crimes… why haven't I been arrested until now? Hmm?" Stone began to drum his fingers on the table in simple three piece rhythm. "I mean, surely there had to have been evidence or witnesses to these crimes?"

"You mean the contaminated evidence? Or the witnesses that ended up recanting because of 'forgetfulness' or the ones that ended up dead in a ditch?" growled Shaw, who wanted nothing more than to punch the bastard's face off. He took a deep breath and remained calm. "Doesn't matte. That's all in the past, but those crimes will be revealed later during your trial. Right now, we're looking at what we found in you little den." Opening the file, he pulled out a few papers. "What do you want to go over first? The drugs? The guns? Or the fact that your boys shot, and killed, police officers?"

"We were merely protecting ourselves from police brutality," answered Stone with a chuckle. "After all, there have been a long string of recent cases where you guys seem to shoot first and ask questions later. New York, Ferguson, Baltimore. Seems to be quiet the national epidemic."

"Save that bullcrap for an winy liberal forum on CNN's website," replied Stone, pointing to each paper. "That's enough to put you away for years. But that's not what's going to give you the chair. Oh, no. I got something bigger then that."

"What did I do? Shoot the governor? Plan out 9/11? Cause the Armenian Genocide?" mocked Stone, rolling his eyes.

Detective Shaw's smile only widened. "I got you for murder. Three counts of murder actually. For all three owners of the Tiki Snack Shack down at the beach."

Stone was about to say something, when he stopped and narrowed his eyes. "What do you mean… three?"

Gotcha, thought Shaw, who leaned back and took out a cigarette. Lighting it up, he blew a puff into Stone's face that didn't even flinch. "Ya screwed up, Stone. There was a surviving witness to your little series of executions. Best of all? He bit you, and we got evidence that puts you there." He leaned over and whispered. "You're screwed."

Stone just sat there in silence for a long time. Then a smirk appeared on his face much to Shaw's confusion. Usually, when he had this much damming evidence against the criminal they were either in despair or pleading for a deal. This was a first for him. Stone merely shook his head with amusement. "I really need to train my boys on how to check if a body is dead or not."

"So you admit to killing them?" said Shaw.

Shrugging his shoulders, he said, "What would be the point in denying it? Hmm? Yes, I did it. I killed them. And did I ever enjoy it." A sigh of relief washed over his face. "The sound of the screams that bitch made when I stabbed her over and over again? The sight of the corpses being turned to swiss cheese from multiple gunshots? Hearing that poor little doggy scream for her mommy and daddy to wake up before I gutted her? God, it was so much fun."

"You're sick," growled Shaw.

"I'm just enjoying life as I see fit," Stone leaned forward and whispered, "Why should I deny what pleasures me? I'm only acting human."

He then got up and slowly began to walk around the table. "I'm actually surprised that pup-Zuma, I think-survived. Nobody ever really survives when I decide to kill them. Of course, I wonder how he's taking it."

He stared at the one way see through mirror with a smile. "Tell me, Detective Shaw, does Zuma remember what it was like? To see his whole world burn into ashes and drown in blood? Does he feel the pain in his heart for every stab and gunshot that took away his family's life inch by inch? The screams and prayers they gave to a god that is most likely dead in this world before oblivion took them away? Does he remember the taste of their blood? His mother's blood? I can. And it was sooooooo gooooood."

"Get away from the window," muttered Detective Shaw, getting up.

"Oh so he is watching. Thought so," said Stone with a chuckle. He then slammed his head at the window so hard it cut opened his forehead. As his blood dripped down his face, he gave the audience inside a sinister smile. "When I get out of here, and I will, I will hunt you down, Zuma. I will take everything you ever loved and cared about. I will rape it before your very eyes before burning it. I will make you wish that you died in that shack along with your family. Every night you will see me in your dreams and your nightmares. And when that is all done? When I have taken the last of everything you hold dear and turn it into ash? Only then will I kill you. 'Till then, enjoy your life."

"Officers!" shouted Shaw as two uniforms came in and dragged the criminal out. "Take that bastard and lock him up!"

Stone didn't resist. He only smiled as he was dragged away.

Without any hesitation, Shaw entered the room where Zuma, his chief, and Ryder had been watching. What he saw made him wince. Zuma had fainted on the floor, Ryder trying to wake him up, all while in a puddle of his own urine.

"… I thought I could get away from him," whispered Zuma, tears in his eyes. "I thought, you know, it was all over when he was sent to jail. But he escaped just like he said he would."

"Zuma…" whispered Rocky.

"And now he's going to come for me! For all of us!" shouted Zuma, openly tearing up. "You heawd what he said, Shaw! He'll ruin evewything I love! Including my fwiends!"

"Zuma," said Shaw stepping forward with a glare of determination in his eyes. "I will not rest until that bastard is done once and for all. I swear, nothing bad will happen."

"He's right, Zuma," replied Rocky, stroking his back. "We're all here for you."

"Wocky! You could die!" shouted Zuma.

"I almost died once," said Rocky, shaking his head. "I'm not afraid of it. But I am afraid of something happening to my little brother."

Zuma's eyes widen as he instantly stopped crying. "L-l-little… bwother?"

Rocky wrapped his paws around Zuma and smiled. "Yeah, I know it seems a bit sudden… but Zuma you've been like my little brother for as long as you've been part of Paw Patrol. I'm sorry you lost your family, and I wish I could have helped you by knowing this sooner. But I can protect you know with our family, and I will see that you finally can live without this monster hunting you down."

"Rocky's right, Zuma." Everyone turned around and saw Ryder and the other pups of Paw Patrol entering the room. "We're going to take care of Stone once and for all. No job is too big, no pup is too small. Especially one of our own."

"We're going to stop that Stone guy from hurting you, and bring him back to jail!" proclaimed Rubble.

"We're all here for you, Zuma," said Marshall, nodding his head. "We'll show him what it means to be a Paw Patrol team!"

"I'll do everything I can to protect you, Zuma. I promise that on my life!" said Chase, saluting.

"Don't think you're in this alone. We're all friends, and we stick together no matter what!" replied Skye.

Zuma looked at all of them, his friends-no, his family-who were going to help him fight the one who ruined his life. This time he began to cry tears of joy as he looked at them all and smiled. "Thank you…"

As far as hideouts went, this was an okay place. While the motel wasn't first class, it was isolated and that spelled safety. Well, now that they were the official owners it was. The original owner was now taking an extended vacation in a ditch two of his boys were digging. The place only a few miles away from Adventure Bay on a road that was rarely traveled. While two of his guys were giving the owner a burial, Stone sent the other three to get supplies and find out information about Paw Patrol in this town. Meanwhile, Stone was doing the one thing any prisoner would want after being released: eating good food.

Chewing on his sixth cheeseburger from McDonalds, Stone flipped Shiva in the air a bit while one of his other underlings was watching the road from the inside of their motel room with a shotgun by his side. "Will you relax? Have a few fries, we're going to be okay."

"I'm just nervous, Stone," his underling replied, shaking his head. "Every cop in the state has to be searching for us."

"Exciting isn't it?" asked Stone with a smirk. "You know. One thing I can say about Zuma's owner, he did make a better burger then this cow dung." He wrapped it up and threw it into the trash. "Kinda makes me miss the smell of his cooking."

"… mind if I ask something boss?" asked the underling, to which Stone motioned him to continue. "Why go after this stupid dog? I mean, yeah he's the one that gotcha in jail in the first place, but wouldn't it be better for us to skip the state? Head north to Canada?"

Stone shrugged. "Maybe that might be the smart thing. But this is a matter of pride. Pride in which how a single mangy mutt managed to foil everything I worked hard to achieve because he didn't act like a good doggie and played dead." Stone then stabbed the knife into the table. "Because of that little brat, I got sent to jail for two damn years. Almost all our gang is either in jail or dead. Our territory has been taken over, our contacts are gone, and we're relying on emergency money we saved just in case." Stone growled as he rubbed his temple. "If we were taken down by police or a rival gang, I would have no problems with this. But a pup of all things is what screwed us over. That's… just… pathetic…" Stone got up and grabbed his knife; he pulled out another article about how Zuma, a mixed breed named Rocky, and some cockapoo named Skye had all saved the mayor's statue from drowning. He stabbed the face of Zuma with his knife and slammed it onto the wall. "And I'm going to make sure that little pup will beg for mercy by the time I am finish with him."

A knock on the door interrupted Stone's thoughts as he walked over and opened it, allowing one of his other gang members to enter. "I did some digging around as you asked, Stone."

"And?"

"The entire fricken town worships these dogs as if they were gods. They even have parades to honor them. Not just that, but they do any type of rescue no matter how important or stupid it is. They even wasted their time catching a monkey of all things."

"Why the heck would they do something so stupid?" asked Stone, raising an eyebrow.

"Apparently the leader, Ryder, thinks that no job is too big for them to handle," said the gangster as he walked over to the mini-fridge and grabbed a bear.

"Did you figure out how they respond to emergencies?" asked Stone.

"Yeah, it's an app on the phone you can get on their website. Free of charge," the gangster took out his phone. "I already downloaded it."

Stone grinned as a plan began to calculate in his mind. "Good, we can use that. Is there anybody the Paw Patrol is particularly close too?"

"Besides Mayor Goodway, there are a few people. But the biggest fanatic has to be this kid I talked to in town who wouldn't stop talking about how 'cool' they were," muttered the thug.

"Oh? What's his name?"

"Alex Porter, why?"