AN: If you haven't seen by now, there is a sequel to be made by Matthais Unidostres called Everest's Fear which will take place sometime after this story and focuses on Everest who can see ghosts and is being haunted due to the events of the past. I originally had no plans to do a sequel myself, Matthais was very interested in doing one so I decided to let it happen. Is it gonna be canon? Eh, I'll let you decide that for yourselves.

Also some important news. I'll be doing Farewell Marshall again. Thanks to Brian4Life, I managed to come up with a new story plot for it and I'll be working on that again when I finish Truth or Dare. There is also a three story epic planned after Zuma's Fear that I call "Paw Patrol Unity: The Return To Duty". More on that another time.

As for finding a possible comic artist to draw a comic version of Marshall Gone Missing, I have found one person possibly, but I've given them a test to see if their art style is something I can work with. Also again, this is gonna get really really really dark at the end.

Disclaimer: I don't own Paw Patrol.

"All teams report in."

"Red team standing by."

"Blue team standing by."

"Gold team standing by."

Surrounding a large warehouse were nearly twenty different SWAT officers and six patrols of police officers hidden in other locations. Nobody was taking any chances and were equipped with heavy weaponry and armor. Detective Shaw had ordered an immediate trace on the broadcast as soon as it aired. Once they got a hit, Shaw secretly ordered an entire force down to take Damian Stone and his sick show.

Prepped up in front of windows and doors, the SWAT officers waited for the command signal to get inside and clean the place out. "All units be advised," said their commander in charge of this operation. "We have hostages in there including a woman with child. Securing the hostages is priority one. Taking down the assailants is number two. Shoot to kill is permitted, but be careful where your aiming. All units ready?"

"Ready."

"Ready."

"Ready."

"Okay… GO GO GO!"

Doors and windows were smashed as smoke grenades were let loose into the building. Seconds later, SWAT officers stormed inside, checking every location and making sure none of them were about to be targeted.

"Police! Hands in the air! Hands in the air!" shouted officers as they swept the place. The smoke began to die down as each of the units readied themselves for a fight. However, there was nothing. No bodies, no gun shots, not even a camera.

While other units searched the rooms and upstairs railings, the leader of Gold Team saw something on a table that made him curious. It was a computer, showing the broadcast, connected to what looked to be a transmitter. Realization soon set in that made the Gold Leader curse. "Command it's a dead end! I found a transmitter connected to a computer. My guess is that he made it so that the broadcast was bouncing off this transmitter in case we tried to trace his signal."

"Understood, keep searching for anything else. We'll see if we can get a team to trace where the transmitter is blocking."

The Gold Leader sighed and was about to issue orders to his men when he saw a new screen appear on the computer. It was a timer. It started going down as he narrowed his eyes and suddenly a horrible thought came to him.

"Everyone out now!" he shouted as loud as he could. The SWAT officers didn't waste any more time and quickly exited the building as fast as they could. When the timer reached zero, a set of explosives went off inside and blasted the warehouse apart. Officers were thrown back from the explosion and a few screamed in pain as rubble and shrapnel entered through their armor.

In less than a minute, the entire warehouse was on fire.

Stone's cellphone rang and he quickly opened it and smirked. "Well, nice try, Shaw. But it looks like your police friends found my little gift to them." Shaw didn't say anything as Stone twirled the gun around, sometimes aiming it at Marshall or the pregnant lady. "I figured you'd guys would try to trace this call, so I set up a transmitter to reroute the signal and fool you guys into thinking I was someplace else. Of course, it was all for nothing. I'm not even in the Adventure Bay area if you must know."

Shaw cursed and clenched his fist in rage. "You can't hide forever, asshole. We are going to get you one way or another."

"The only reason you managed to catch me the first time was because of that pup. And speaking of which," said Stone as he leaned forward, Zuma instantly leaning back despite a television screen blocking them. "What's it going to be Zuma? Who is going to die? Marshall? Or Macy? The puppy? Or the soon to be mother?"

Zuma felt as if he was Altas and how carried the entire world in his paws. Marshall was one of his best friends and a member of Paw Patrol; his family. He couldn't live with himself if he let him die like this. And on the other paw, this was an innocent citizen. He took a vow to always protect them with his life if need be. And she was pregnant. A child was also at risk and might never see the light of day before it was even born.

There was no winning scenario in this. A single choice and Zuma would forever be haunted by it.

"You have about ten minutes to make a decision. Be right back!" said Stone in a singing voice before the screen went blank.

There was a long silence in the Lookout as nobody said anything but stare at Zuma who was staring at the blank screen.

Shaw sighed and rubbed his forehead. "I have to go check up on my men… Zuma," Zuma turned around and stared at him. "I… I'm sorry…" With that said he made his way back to the elevator and took it down.

"We're… We're not gonna sacrifice Marshall… are we?" asked Rubble, tears in his eyes. Nobody said anything. "We can't just let him die!"

"And what, we just let a pregnant woman also die as well?!" shouted Skye in fury. "For god's sake, it's a baby that's also at risk!"

"But Marshall is our friend! He's part of our family! We cannot just allow him to die like that!" screamed Chase before rushing to Ryder. "We have to do something, Ryder! Anything!" Chase howled and stomped his paw. "I won't lose my brother to that maniac!"

"Chase…" whispered Ryder as he bent down and hugged the crying pup. "I don't want to lose him either… but it's not my decision…"

They all turned to Zuma who was still frozen in shock over what he had to do. Chase growled and glared at Zuma with disdain. "This is all your fault. Because of you… Marshall is…"

Once again a life was going to be lost because of him. Because of him. Because of me, thought Zuma.

Rocky stood in front of Zuma to protect him from Chase's glare. "Chase, don't you even dare. This is not Zuma's fault!"

"Well, why should we have to suffer because of him?!" shouted Chase, tears in his eyes. "All we've been through in this nightmare is because of him! If he wasn't here-"

"I understand how angry you are, but Zuma is our friend as much as Marshall is!" shouted Rocky getting into his face. The two pups were growling at each other and looked ready to come to blows. "I'm not letting you hurt Zuma any more the he already has!"

"Chase, stop," said Ryder, getting both pups attention. "Fighting over whose is at fault is not going to help matters. We all know who to blame for this and that is Stone."

"But… but… "Chase whimpered. "Ryder… he's my best friend…"

"And he's ours too, Chase," said Skye, walking over and nuzzling him. "We are all worried about him. But don't you think Zuma is facing the worst of this?! He's the one who has to make the decision."

Chase slowly turned to Zuma who was looking at him with fear, like he was expecting the German Shepard to rip his throat out. Upon seeing the terror in his eyes, Chase gasped and lowered his head in shame. "Zuma… I'm… I'm sorry…."

Zuma didn't say anything, he just stared at the floor as Chase continued to whimper in guilt. Soon enough the TV came back on and Stone was there, smiling and waiting.

"So, Zuma," asked Stone. "Have you made a decision?"

"Stone, you-" started Rocky, but he was silent the moment Stone pressed his hand against the safety and clicked it.

"No, Zuma speaks. No one else."

Zuma trampled and a few tears dripped down his eyes. He looked at Marshall, his friend who had gone through hell, and Macy who was looking at the screen with such pleading eyes. There was also her belly, and how inside it was an innocent child. How could he condemn either of them to death? Why me? God, why do you do this to me?!

"Zuma…"

His attention as grabbed as everyone looked up and saw Marshall raise his bloody head and, despite his suffering, smiled at the pups. "It's okay… you don't have to make a decision… because… because I've already decided… it's me who should die."

The pups gasped. "Marshall, no!" shouted Zuma in fear. "You can't say that!"

"I won't… allow an innocent… to die because of me… I'm telling you to do this… choose me. And let me die instead of her," struggled Marshall as he stood up tall and gave his usual smile. "I am a member of Paw Patrol. My duty is to the people I am supposed to protect. With my life, I will serve all others until my duty is done one way or another. That is the vow I took. That is the vow we all took. We are Paw Patrol. Our duty to the people comes first… even before our own lives."

"M-Marshall…" whimpered Zuma, who knew that deep down he was right. They had to save the civilians first. It was their duty.

"No…" whispered Rubble as he shook his head in denial.

"Buddy…" said Chase, tears in his eyes.

"It's okay, pups," said Marshall, despite his tears he still held his smile. "I… I lived a good life… even if it was short…I wish we could have had more fun together, but I'm happy to have met you all." He took a deep breath. "Ryder? You're the best owner ever. In a way… you were like the father I never had… I'm proud to have been your pup."

"Marshall… you're a good pup… always have been…" whispered Ryder, holding back his tears as long as he could.

"Chase… you're the brother I never had. I'll always been watching over you."

Chase stood tall and saluted Marshall. "I love you so much, Marshall."

"I love you too, Chase," said Marshall as he continued. "Skye? Sorry about spilling your secret. I always thought you were cute, you know?"

"Marshall," whimpered Skye as she dived into Chase's hooves and held her as she cried.

"Rubble, all my Apollo stuff is yours. Take care of it. Especially comic issue #16. That's gonna be worth a fortune one day."

"Please don't die, Marshall! Please don't die!" screamed Rubble as he fell in a blubbering mess.

"Rocky… take care of Zuma. I'll say hi to your brother for you when I get to those pearly gates."

"I will… thank you, Marshall," whispered Rocky as he put his paw on Zuma's shoulder. "I'm actually gonna miss you spraying me with your water cannons."

Marshall chuckled a bit before he closed his eyes. "Zuma…" whispered Marshall as Zuma stared up at him. "I know you might be thinking this is your fault. It's not… don't ever blame yourself. We love you. And I know your family doesn't blame you. I want you to promise me that you'll keep on fighting no matter what. That you'll save lives and still be a Paw Patroler…"

"… I pwomise…" nodded Zuma, who hunched over and covered his face with a paw.

"… I'm ready... goodbye…" said Marshall who closed his eyes and prepare for his end.

"… kill Mawshall…" whispered Zuma who felt sick just saying those words.

Everyone of Paw Patrol soon came together in one hug, all watching the final moments of their comrade, their friend, the family member Marshall as Stone got off from his seat and smirked. "Alright then."

He aimed the gun at Marshall who didn't show any fear on his face. He had accepted this as his final act of duty. The rest of the team watched with tears in their eyes, prayers in the hearts, as they and all of Adventure Bay silently saluted the bravest pup any of them had ever seen.

"Oh, wait," said Stone with a realization as he pulled the gun away. He then slowly turned to the camera. "I forgot that it is opposite day!"

Marshall's eyes opened with horror as he turned around and screamed, "NOOOOOOO!"

Screams echoed across the town as Stone aimed his fun and fired round after round into Macy's head and belly. The pups all screamed, the loudest being Zuma and Marshall as Macy's blood sprayed across the room and even onto the camera. Marshall continued to scream even after sixteen bullets went into Macy's hole of a corpse. There was nothing left of her face, and her stomach was torn open.

Both Skye and Rubble had fainted at this point, Zuma just about to as Rocky held onto him and made him turn away from the blood. He felt his friend piss himself in fear, but Rocky didn't care. He was just about to do it himself. Chase lost his lunch and his cool as he began cursing every word he knew. And Ryder. Ryder just stared at the dead citizen.

"You bastard! How could you! You monster! I'll kill you!" shouted Marshall, rage in his eyes and tears dripping down his cheeks. "I'll kil-"

He was silenced when Stone knocked him out with the butt of his gun. Stone looked at the dead former pregnant woman and then at Marshall before looking towards the screen. "Zuma? This? All this blood and madness? This is going to continue. This will not stop unless until I have taken everything from you."

He reloaded his gun and aimed it at the camera. "Thanks for watching. Goodnight."

He shot the camera and it all went static.