DM149: Coming up… the Sly Cooper skull-bashing scene!

Everyone on set: Yaaaaaaaay!!

Sly: Finally! Is it going to be as gory as the first chap!

DM149: Even more so.

Sly: Oh Hell Yes!!

"The city is fully blocked off sir." The weasel said to his commanding officer outside of the Paris military center.

"Excellent." The badger commander replied. "We can't risk that psychopath getting out."

"Understood sir. We have men stationed everywhere along the city borders and men patrolling all areas of the streets."

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A hooded figure ran a super human speeds across the Paris rooftops, pressing on towards his objective; the Paris military center.

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"I want a full report on this guy by the end of the week" the commander ordered.

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The figure continued his run, reaching speeds up to 50 mph and jumping 60 ft gaps, while barely slowing his run.

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"Sir, we need to get you inside. That maniac could be just around the block, so…"

"No!" The badger ordered. "I want to see that monster try and take on our force here." He said his last words and motioned towards the several dozens of soldiers, 5 jeeps equipped with mounted machine-guns, and 2 state of the art tanks.

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Little did he know that the 'monster' heard every word with his new highly-developed hearing, and was now grinning evilly to himself. 'He's about to get his wish' the monster thought to himself before crouching down and leaping at least 50 feet into the air before plunging into the ground within the military center's fence below.

The impact created a large crater and not to mention a noise that alerted all the soldiers in the base. The figure stood slowly to face the troopers cocking their guns and aiming at him. He started running towards them as soon as the shooting began, drawing his razor-sharp claws out from his body, the black goo quickly overtaking his arms.

He stopped his run once he arrived in the middle of a group of soldiers, the feeble bullets piercing his flesh but having no effect. He immediately started lashing out at the soldiers and letting loose animalistic cries each time. Some of the soldiers were lucky enough to be killed instantly with a fatal hit to the head or neck, others lay writhing on the ground from the pain caused by less fatal but equally as painful wounds and dying ever so slowly on the pavement.

The creature pulled back his claws and took a satisfied look at his bloody surroundings, but his moment of peace was short lived as several machine gun rounds made contact with his body and caused him to stumble back slightly. Not even taking in his surroundings, the creature immediately motioned the blackness to cover his body; once it did it hardened creating an impenetrable shield around him.

He then noticed that 2 more turrets had started firing at him, he also noticed that at least 12 soldiers were now commandeering 3 of the jeeps. He let them fire their meaningless bullets at him for awhile, letting them take in how undefeatable he really was.

'Ah the hell with this.' The creature thought to himself as he dug his fists into the ground and prepared to unleash one of his most devastating attacks that was appropriately named the 'devastator'. Cracks stated forming in the ground, travelling from the creatures fists towards the blockade of jeeps. Once the cracks reached them, several columns of deadly organic spikes that reached up nine feet each protruded the ground and any soldier near them that was not impaled or ripped in half by the spikes was quickly incinerated by the exploding jeeps or crushed by the falling debris.

The spikes quickly travelled back into the ground and back to the creature who pulled his fists from the ground and let down the shield at once with a grunt. He then dropped to one knee and started panting from the force he had just exerted. He glanced up and his eyes widened when he looked down the barrel of a tiger tank.

The blast came seconds later and he was blasted back at least 30 feet onto his stomach. He quickly got up and saw that the tank was preparing another shot. He barely had enough time to roll back to avoid the blast, the heat near massacring him and the ringing still placed in his ears.

He immediately started running towards the tank once he recovered, the next tank blasts he saw coming and was easily able to avoid them by jumping them or rolling out of the way. Once he reached the tank, he gripped his hands on the tank's hatch and pried it open using only a quarter of his strength. On lookers would only see the creature jump into the tank, and then blood and guts spewing out the top seconds later.

The creature came out second, his outfit wet with blood. He then jumped on to the tank's body and grasped the turret with both hands. Using 3/4s of his strength, he pried the turret from the tank and held its nozzle like a baseball bat.

He then saw the remainder of the soldiers readying the jeeps for a quick getaway. 'Oh no you don't' the creature thought to himself as he span the turret around in a circle before letting it go. The turret soon reached the jeeps, crushing the pieces of metal called vehicles along with the children called soldiers.

The creature started wandering around the burning area looking for his target; the commander. Just then, something started moving out of the corner of his eye. He saw the commander limping quickly towards the second tank; the creature immediately walked over to the dying commander and knocked him onto his back.

"Why?! The badger questioned him. "Why are you doing this?!"

The creature knelt by his side and without answering, created a sword held in place by blackness on his right arm and placed it on the badger's neck.

"Such is the nature of men to create monsters. Such is the nature of monsters…to destroy their makers."

(A/N: I fucking love that line! I got it from F.E.A.R 2 project origin.)

After his sentence was spoken, the creature pressed his sword down hard, decapitating the badger commander.

The creature stood up and retracted his sword, revealing his regular arms which he used to pull back his hood, revealing his identity as Sly Cooper; no longer revered master thief, but an infamous mass-murdering monster.

Sly's eyes took in his burning, bloody surroundings while his hands drifted to his jean pockets and pulled out 4 pictures. The first two were of him and his friends, one from Monaco after the time they busted Dimitri, and the second was a copy of the complete Cooper gang photo taken after the Panda King was admitted.

The third was of him and Carmelita dancing that night at Rajan's palace in India, and the fourth was a photo of Carmelita taken from a distance, her hair flowing from the wind. It took nearly all of Sly's strength not to break down and start crying, but he allowed a few tears to fall and two soft sobs to escape his lips.

He knew he would never be able to see his friends again or tell the girl he loved how he felt. For how could they accept the monster he had become?

DM149: "The Curse" by Disturbed

Sly: what?

DM149: That is what I think the perfect song for you in this fic is.

Sly: Yeah. I guess so.

DM149: Attention all reader: please submit following;

A song suggestion that represents Sly in this fic.

A new ability idea for Sly

Also listen to "The Curse" if you haven't already.

Asta!