AN: I know I said that I would make this M rated, but for now I'm going to keep it at T+. In my opinion, you don't need to worry about going M unless you have sex involved, which I will not despite this being a Rocky x Zuma fic. I will say this right now, if you are squeamish or cannot stand torcher, skip this chapter and the next. Especially if you are a Marshall fan.

Also, again, Everest is not appearing in this fic. This takes place before that episode.

Disclaimer: I do not own Paw Patrol.

It didn't take long for Ryder to redial the number and for Stone to answer it on TV with his own cell. "Hello, Ryder."

"Let him go, Stone," said Ryder, his voice crossed between demanding and begging. "I'll do whatever you want. Just please let him go!"

"I wanna talk to Zuma." Ryder bit his lip and activated the speaker function on his puppad so that everyone could hear and reply. "Zuuuuma? Are you there?"

"… yes," whimpered Zuma, shaking with fear.

"It's been so long, buddy. How are you feeling?" asked Stone, looking at the screen as did Zuma.

Growling, Zuma shouted, "Don't call me buddy! You're a murderer and a monster! You killed my family and now you're trying to kill my friends! I HATE YOU!"

"And I could care less," said Stone as he looked at Marshall and held the phone to him. "Want to say anything to your comrade?"

"Zuma! It's not your fault! You-"Marshall was silenced by a smack to the face which made the others growl at this.

"You're dead, Stone! Hear me?! I swear when I get my teeth on you…" growled Chase.

"I'm guessing that's, Chase? Marshall's best friend? Oh, don't worry. We'll have plenty of fun copper, but first, let's start the first round of the games, shall we?" asked Stone, looking at the screen with a sinister smile. "Rules are simple. Do what I say or else Marshall here gets a world of pain. Refuse to play…" drawing a pistol from his back pocket it he aimed it at Marshall who did his best to struggle away but was still tied down. "And black and white boy here will be covered in red."

The others gulped at the thought of a single wrong move could spell disaster for their friend. Still, refusing this was not an option.

"Okay, we'll play…" muttered Ryder.

Stone clapped his hands with joy. "Wonderful. Let us start with the youngest. Rubble? Are you there?"

Rubble gulped as Rocky and Chase patted him on the shoulder. "Y-y-yes M-m-m-mr. scary man sir."

"Heh, scary man. Adorable," whispered Stone as he shook his head. "You have a jackhammer, right? At least that's what Marshall told me." He patted the dalmatian on the head who started whimpering.

"Yeah, what about it?" asked Rubble, raising an eyebrow.

"Well, another thing that Marshall also told me is that he's seen Zuma collect sea shells… and it's not hard to see why when his sister's name was Shelly…"

The group all looked at a gasping Zuma. Upon hearing this, Stone smirked. "I take it you collect them in her memory. Well, memories are made to be forgotten." He walked over to the end of the screen and everyone's eyes widen as they saw a metal bat in his hands. Slowly walking over to Marshall, who had pissed himself in fear again, he lightly taped his bruised legs which made the fire pup wince in pain. "I want you to smash all of Zuma's sea shells or I'll smash this doggie's legs."

Zuma did his best to keep his tears from leaking but they were there for all to see. He did gather sea shells so he could make them into necklaces. Just like his sister did when she was alive. He had a bunch of them in his puphouse and he shined every one of them. He had hope that one day he would go back to Coastal City and place them at her grave.

But seashells, no matter how memorable, were nothing compared to Marshall's safty. "Rubble… get your puppack. I'll be back…"

"Zuma…" whispered Rubble as Zuma slowly walked towards the elevator and took it down.

A few minutes later, he returned with a small bag in his mouth. Rubble was already dressed in his gear while the Ryder had the puppad pointing to Zuma. Stone was watching on the screen of his own phone, apparently wanting to watch what happened. When he arrived at the middle of the room, Zuma dumped the bag, revealing all of the seashells.

"Wow… they're so beautiful…" said Skye, eyeing at them with awe.

"Yes, yes. But now I believe Rubble has a job to do… or would you rather me practice my swing?" asked Stone, lifting the head and poking Marshall's head much to his annoyance.

Rubble, holding his breath, looked to Zuma who stared at the seashells for a few minutes before he closed his eyes. "Just get it over with, Rubble."

Rubble slowly nodded. "I'm so so so sorry, Zuma." He turned to his puppack. "Ruff… jackhammer."

Rubble turned on his jackhammer and brought it down upon the seashells. They stood no chance against it as they were crushed into pieces one by one. Zuma shut his eyes even harder as Ryder, giving the puppad to Shaw, came over and picked him up, letting him cry on his shoulder. In a few minutes, it was done. As soon as he was done, Rubble ripped off his puppack and threw it across the room in disgust with not just it, but himself.

Rocky looked at a crying Zuma and then at Stone who was smirking at the whole thing. "You're a monster and you're going to hell."

Stone just shrugged. "Well, that was an easy game. Let's go a bit harder. Now who should go next…"

"Just let Marshall go already! We did your stupid game!" shouted Skye, growling.

Stone glared at the screen with such coldness that Skye quickly lost her anger and shuttled back. "I take it that the bitch who just talked was Skye? Well, thanks for volunteering. I was going to save you for later, but you'll have to do."

"Wait!" shouted Chase standing in front of her. "Leave her alone! Let me-"

Chase didn't even get a chance to finish as Stone took his metal bat and smashed it as hard as he could on Marshall's left leg, making him howl as a horrible cracking noise filled the air.

"MARSHALL!" shouted everyone.

Stone raised his bat, now covered in blood, at the screen despite Marshall's bloody screaming. "I am in control here. Not you. So shut the fuck up and sit down!"

Chase backed off, his eyes never once leaving Marshall as his best friend began to sob and whimper from the pain of his now broken leg. Rubble had turned away and began to cry while Ryder was doing his best not to fall to his knees. Everyone else was just pale and unable to speak.

"Now, Skye," said Stone as he walked over and grabbed a chair to sit on. "This is your game."

Another person, masked, walked over and placed a box near Stone before walking off. Opening it, it was revealed to be a box of bunnies. "These little critters you should know very well, Skye. They're the same bunnies that you brought to that nice little home after that incident with that Japanese farmer."

Skye gasped as she saw the cute little bunnies poke out of the box, sniffing around out of curiosity. She had visited them almost on a weekly basis to play and hang out with them. "How… how did…"

"Remember that time you took Alex to play with the bunnies. Well he told me so much about how you liked them, I decided to see what would happen… if they were to burn…" said Stone as he pulled out a gasoline can and started dumping it all over the box.

Everyone's eyes widen as a single thought came to their heads. He wouldn't…

Upon seeing a lighter appear in his hands, Skye screamed, "No! No!" she rushed over to the tv screen and began banging on it. "No! Don't hurt them! Please!"

The psychopath only smirked as he dropped the lighter into the box and everyone gasped. Skye screamed in denial… only to see that no flames were erupting. "Huh?"

"Not… gas… water…" whispered Marshall, hissing through the pain.

Stone chuckled before going into a full blown laughter. "Oh man! You should have heard your voice! Oh, that was rich."

"Motherfu…" whispered Shaw.

Skye sighed in relief, but that soon faded when Stone reached down and grabbed one of the bunnies. "Now let's play the real game. I'm going to ask you a question and you have to is answer it correctly. Get one right and a bunny goes free. Get it wrong…"

SNAP!

Skye screamed. Marshall screamed with her. Chase rushed over and held Skye down as she tried to fight her way into the TV, tears in her eyes. Shaw cursed his mouth off while Ryder held a crying and guilt ridden Zuma. Rocky felt like he was going to throw up. Rubble proceeded to do so.

Tossing the dead bunny away, Stone picked up another and held it by the neck like the other one despite its struggling. "Well, you get the idea. First question, and no helping anybody, why am I doing this?"

Despite her hysterics and tears, Skye muttered, "Revenge…"

"Against?"

"… Zuma…"

Stone smiled as he let the bunny go, who rushed out upon seeing how dangerous the human was. He picked up another.

"What were the names of Zuma's family that I slaughtered?"

"Shelly… Greg… and Marsha."

Another bunny was let go.

"How many people have I killed?"

"I… I…" Skye began to hyperventilate as she saw the bunny in Stone's hands stare at her. "… a hundred?"

SNAP!

"NOOOO!" screamed Skye as Stone didn't waste any time and got another one.

"What is the airspeed velocity of an unladen swallow?"

"What does that have to do with anything?!" shouted Skye in fury.

"Eh, nothing. I just always wanted to ask that," he confessed before snapping the bunny's neck.

On and on he went asking questions, sometimes a bunny would be spared. Other times a bunny would lose their life. At the very end, Skye was drained to the point where she had tear marks all over her face and Chase was forced to keep her steady.

"And last question. Do you know that Chase has a certain… feeling towards you?" asked Stone, grinning. The room went quiet as everyone stared at Chase and Skye who were looking at each other with wide eyes. "Marshall here told me quite a lot about you two. And how a certain police pup is head over paws for you…"

"I'm sorry…" whispered Marshall as he lowered his head in shame for betraying his best friends. "I'm sorry…"

"Now Skye. I want you, with the entire town of Adventure Bay watching, to say what you truly feel about Chase," said Stone, rubbing the last bunny's neck with his thumbs. "And I already know how you feel thanks to Marshall. So I will know if you are lying."

It was if the whole world had just suddenly gone silent. Everyone knew that Chase had a crush on Skye, it was obvious to all. For a long time they had though that Skye either didn't know or kept her feelings to herself better then Chase did. But apparently Marshall knew, thought Rocky, wondering what other secrets that Marshall had told Stone while in pain. He'll probably use my closeness to Zuma or my past with my old owner against me… but he doesn't know about… that…

Rocky had never told anyone, not even Ryder about his other secret that had to do with his owner. The one that haunted him to this day.

"I…" said Skye, shutting up Rocky's thoughts. She looked into Chase's eyes and whimpered. "I'm sorry, I don't… feel the same way you do, Chase." Chase's expression was heartbreaking as he just sat there, his eyes folding as far as they could go. "I'm so sorry, Chase. I know you have… feelings for me, but you're just a good friend. And I didn't want to hurt your feelings like this. I… I'm horrible…"

Skye lowered her head in shame but it was soon lifted up by Chase who gave her a smile. "It's okay… you're still special to me, Skye. Even if we're just friends."

"Chase…" whispered Skye with a smile as she hugged him. Despite the grim situation, the rest of the gang couldn't help but smile at the sight.

"… well that was boring," muttered Stone as he toss the bunny away and let it hoped away from the carcass of it's dead friends. "I was hoping for some pain and rejection, but you pups really are a bunch of fairies aren't you."

"No, we're all friends. We're a family. We look out for each other and love each other," stated Chase as he stared at the screen with a growl. "Something a monster like you will never understand."

"Friends are only good until they stab you in the back for their own gains. My family featured a crack whore mother who left when I was four and a lazy father who did nothing but drink until I killed him. Friends and families are a joke. Looking after yourself? That's reality," said Stone as he got up. He pulled out a second gun, this one a revolver but it was very small. "Of course, some people are just born lucky to have such things in this world. What about you, Chase? Are you lucky? Luckier than your mother?"

The room went ice cold as everyone except a confused Shaw were now looking at a shocked and yet also angry Chase. There was a reason why german shepherds were feared for their anger as much as Dobermans. The look in Chase's eyes was like he was seeing blood red and his teeth were shining bright for a kill.

There was only one taboo in the entire world when it came to Chase and that was to never ever mention his mother. Noone ever asked about it, mainly because Chase refused to say anything. The only two who knew were Marshall, who was all but his brother, and Ryder.

"Don't. You. EVER. TALK. ABOUT. MY MOTHER!" shouted Chase as he continued. "You will not speak of her and I swear I will kill you! I will hunt you down and I will rip your head off before stuffing it up your ass!"

The sight of Chase's anger only made Stone's smile grow. "Oh, does the rest of Adventure Bay know?"

"Stone… don't!" shouted Marshall, sobbing as hard as he could. "Chase, I'm sorry! I'm so sorry!"

But Stone didn't listen. "Sgt. Miranda of the NYPD Canine Unit. Married with three sons and two daughters, but strangely never one of them named Chase. Respected among her peers and fellow officers for being a by the book cop who always did her duty. Received multiple rewards for acts of valor and bravery. I bet you wanted to follow in her footsteps, am I right? But then again, that's all you know of her."

Chase lowered his head and growled, tears threatening to fall.

"One day, during her rounds, she separated from her partner to take a leak. She was ambushed by a gang of dogs who used her for their… own pleasure…" said Stone with a grin.

"Chase…" whispered Skye as she and the others stared at Chase, realizing why Chase refused to say anything about her parents. They had only assumed they died and he became an orphan. But this…

Chase… thought Zuma. I'm sorry, this is all my fault…

"When it was revealed she was pregnant, she felt broken from what happened and resigned from the force. Ashamed of what happened to her. She gave birth to four pups, but couldn't stand to look at them," continued Stone. "Something inside her broke. She killed each of them except for one… you. For some reason she couldn't kill you. Disgusted by herself she took her own life. And thus ended the career and life of a great cop who died a puppy murderer and shamed her family."

"Oh god, Chase," whispered Rocky who went to hug his friend only to be pushed away.

"Her family never wanted you after what happened and put you in an orphanage. How did it feel when you learned the truth?"

Chase didn't say anything at first, but then he looked up with hollow eyes. "When I heard my mother was a cop and had a family in New York I thought I was going to find happiness when Ryder took me and Marshall to the city when we learned of my origin." He stomped his paw. "You have no idea what it was like to find out you were the result of such a horrible crime that caused your mother to go insane. To break up a family that hates your very existence. To see such injustice…" However, he then stood up straight. "However, that inspired me to one day become a cop like my mother. To make sure no one else goes through what she did. I want to make her proud, despite what she did I still love her. She is the reason why I am a cop. And the reason I fight for justice and saving people. I will never let what happened to me happen to another person as long as I live. And I swear, Stone, you will go down for what you have done to my friends."

Stone rolled his eyes and took the revolver and placed it on the table. With it he took a chocolate candy bar and a dog biscuit. He put a cup over each one and smirked. "Well, that was a very interesting story, but back to my first question. Are you lucky?"

He then made his back face the camera as he covered the three cups. Already the gang could see where this was going, but were unable to see what cup he was switching with what. When he was done, Stone revealed the three cups simply untouched, but chances were they had been moved around.

"If you pick the cup with the dog biscuit, Marshall will eat that and live. The chocolate one, and he feeds on that. And I've always wanted to see how a dog reacts when they eat one," he said to Marshall when he said this, that said pup looked ready to faint. "And if you pick the gun? Well…" He pointed his finger and thumb and the screen and made a "bang" noise. "So pick, Chase. Marshall's life is in your paws."

Chase bit his lip as he stared at each cup. The entire room was silent. Chase only had a 1/3rd change of getting it right.

He had to, or Marshall was done for.