Oh lordy, how long has it been since I last posted? I don't even remember! Oh well, hopefully, this incredibly long post would suffice everyone. ^_^
~Unkown Location~
When Max awoke, he was thrust back into the place he thought he'd never see again; the whirring machines, the numerous voices, and the stone-cold metal table, which kept him in place as mammals in white stared down at him with emotionless expressions.
"Subject 986 is regaining consciousness, brain activity critically unstable, Doctor." Came a toneless male's voice from behind a monitor. The collection of mammals appeared to make way for a male brown husky who held a clipboard in his paws; light glared off the husky's half-rimless glasses as he stood over the table bound pup.
"We must begin the procedure immediately then," The husky said. "Application of serum NH-79B would be ineffective at this stage of mental instability." He leaned down closer to Max's frightened face, the pigment of his sky blue eyes becoming more evident as he closed the distance. "Hello, 986. Do you remember me? Do you remember where you are?" He asked tilting his head slightly. He took notice to Max's increased rate of breathing and shining eyes that smelled of fear; something he's become too familiar with. Shame, he thought all of those faces, oh so many faces he's witnessed go by, how was he still sane? Or has he already lost it?
"Please l-let me go." Max whimpered softly, his voice becoming more like a sharp dagger that could penetrate hearts and minds.
The Doctor bit his lip and shook his head slowly. "And let the worlds most ingenious creation go? No, we can't have that happen again... Now, shall we begin?" He grinned chuckling darkly, turning around to acquire a syringe full of a clear liquid from a metal tray that laid next to another plate, which held sterilized surgical equipment.
Max shook violently as the doctor menacingly held the pointy tipped end of the syringe high into the air only adding to the poor pup's growing anxiety, he questioned if he deserved any of this; why was this even happening to him? He only ever asked for freedom and sanctuary from the mammals that preyed on him; to live a healthy normal life with the mammals who love him for who he is but instead of living that happy life; here he was lying on a stainless steel surgical table about to get presumably cut open. He didn't want to hurt anyone anymore. The last thing Max saw was the husky leaning back down towards his face and staring into his eyes as he injected him with the liquid.
"I know you just woke up, but I need you to go back to sleep." The Doctor whispered placing a paw gently on Max's head, as he watched him blink several times before evidently shutting his eyes close in fatigue. The Doctor pulled away adjusted both his collar and glasses. "Someone get me scissors." He said, extending a paw over his shoulder until someone placed a pair of metallic scissors on it. He proceeded to lift the bottom part of Max's now lightly blood riddled shirt and snip it off his body and handing it to some other mammal in scrubs to dispose of it. The doctor looked over his creation's bare chest and ran a paw over the scar above Max's heart. Bloody memories flooded his head from that day, the overwhelming sense of accomplishment he felt when he finally found the perfect host. Now all he had to do was perfect the serum for mass production.
And let this Corporation take all the credit?
Take all of the credit – No, he's worked countless years on this! First, it was his Night Howler Serum; then when that whole experiment backfired, they took his cure for fame and fortune. He had no choice in the matter, that ogre Holt wouldn't have any of it, instead treating and locking him up like a savage animal, but now things could be different, he could be the most powerful mammal in existence! And the pup before him could make that all possible; he'd show them who's boss; ALL of them, and he had the perfect plan to do it to ensure no witnesses were left behind to stop him.
"Scalpel..."
The worst possible sensation could be described, as not only getting a black cloth bag placed over your head and having your paws bound behind your back by cuffs but getting told nothing about where your captors were taking you. Spark wasn't one too fond to this kind of special treatment even if he may or may have not done this countless of times to others; it was all done for national security to protect the public from dangerous criminals, but this time it was done by an extremely dangerous organization with both unprecedented amounts of power and money.
A small detail of guards marched the band of prisoners through what seemed like endless hallways; sounds of screams and machines echoed down each hall they passed and went down with only the heavy boots of their captors dominating every other noise. Questions arose amongst the group of the sort of vile things this Corporation conducted in this horrible place of theirs; and the kind of secrets they held within the confines of the walls surrounding them.
With their situation dire, Spark was already in the process of concocting a plan to escape imprisonment but escape at the moment was almost impossible with the probability of unwanted casualties being high. The only thing they could do was play the obedient prisoners, and hope they'd live long enough to get a better chance of escape.
They suddenly came to an abrupt stop followed by a *Beep Boop* and the sound of a door unlocking. Getting pushed forward, they walked a few more feet before coming to another stop. "Alright," A deep Russian accented voice spoke followed by the sound of another door opening. "You guys better not try anything stupid, or you'd be both beaten beyond recognition and shot in your pool of collecting blood," Everyone was separated, wrists bound to metallic clamps far above their heads, and forced down onto their knees before having their cloth bags removed from their heads allowing them to get a glimpse of their surroundings. Except for Sparks, who upon having his bag removed kept his eyes shut. "I hope I'm clear on that." Feliks grinned as he looked down at everyone with his arms crossed and his legs spread slightly apart to assert his authority.
"You're making a big mistake; you'll be put away for a long time!" Spark growled fighting his bounds.
Feliks smirked and approached Sparks, lifting up his paw for a backhand slap, which he swiftly delivered with enough force to send Spark's head flying to the side. Spark moved his head back to face Feliks, followed by him spitting at the wolf's muzzle. Feliks winced to the lob of saliva that was sent flying into his face and slowly wiped it away with a gloved paw. He then knelt down and lifted up Spark's chin with his right index and middle finger. "I'm going to enjoy breaking you," Feliks whispered, close to the husky's ear, before Pulling out a small black tac-light from his pocket. "You know, it's pretty dark in here..." He grabbed Sparks by the forehead, pushed it back, and forced open his eyes with both his thumb and index fingers before flipping on the bright light and shining into each eye. "How about we light things up a little bit."
Judy watched in horror from right beside Sparks as Feliks aimed the flashlight over his head; she gasped and winced as Spark began howling out in distress, thrashing his legs, head, and body like a madman while tugging at his restraints.
"What's the matter huh? Afraid of a little light?!" Feliks mocked, struggling to hold Spark's head in place as he continued to shine the bright light straight into the husky's eyes. "Next time you decide to open your big mouth without my consent one of your buddies is next," Feliks warned flicking away Spark's head as he turned off the light allowing Spark to close his teary eyes and regain his composure. "Oh and I think this belongs to you." Feliks pulled out a pair of dark tinted sunglasses and put them over Spark's closed eyes.
"You - you bastard, I-I can't see..." Spark growled underneath his breath as Feliks got up and proceeded to exit the cell through a metal door with what seemed like glass with circular holes all over it. "H-How do you...?"
"Medical history. We know everything mutt, every," Feliks then glanced at Agent Carter who hung his head and ears low seemingly defeated. "Single. Thing. From the day you were born up until now. It's all in the business." He grinned menacingly. "And remember, I'm not here to babysit, or ensure your overall wellness, in fact, as long as you're all here under my loving care," Feliks clasped his paws together. "It's going to be absolute hell. Oh, and I hope you all have strong bladders." He laughed, turning to leave. "I'll be back soon with a little surprise!" His voice trailing off as the door closed behind him.
"I'm gonna make that son of a bitch pay!" Spark suddenly burst out once he was certain Feliks was gone. He turned to face Judy, his vision slowly coming back to him, "This is all your fault, you know that? If you haven't broken the law and withheld evidence, we wouldn't be in this mess!"
"My fault? I was doing the right thing you heartless jerk!" Judy scoffed. "And all you care about is the money so don't even try to justify your intentions."
"Doing the right thing!? You only made things worse, you idiotic rabbi-"
"Hey, that's enough!" Nick yelled from across the room. "It's obvious we did the wrong thing by keeping Max but can we please deal with the matter at paw and discuss this some other time, please!"
"Wait, wait, wait... His name is, Max? What else don't I know yet huh?" Spark snorted shaking his head.
Carter growled catching Sparks attention and nudged his head towards Nick, who was next to him.
"Alright, fine. You're right; we have to find a way out. Just- give me a minute to think." Spark said leaning his head back against the wall.
"Thank you!" Nick sighed, while Judy merely laid back herself and huffed from her corner clearly upset.
A few minutes passed since the shouting match with not a single word dared spoken amongst the four followed by what seemed like hours of waiting without anyone doing anything or anyone getting anywhere but instead sitting in absolute silence.
Judy leaned against her non-injured suspend arm glancing at Spark who had yet to move since the last time he spoke; it almost seemed like he'd fallen asleep maybe. She couldn't tell for sure with all that tint blocking his eyes, but the thought of him doing just that irritated her to the core. "Please don't tell me all this sitting around hasn't killed you already." She growled, convinced that he'd gotten lazy on the job.
Spark purposely took a minute to respond having shifted his gaze towards her. "When did you start caring?" He smirked.
"Oh shove it. Do you have a plan or not?" Judy huffed.
"Let's say I did; we get out of our cell, find MY evidence, and blow this joint but wait... It turns out our two little criminal scumbags decided to make a run for it with my evidence somewhere down the line," He grinned and leaned a little closer to Judy. "You know; It'll do the city well if two criminals didn't go running amok."
"How dare you, I'm not a criminal for doing the right thing, and you can't just leave us here to die!" Judy bore her short flat teeth.
"SHHHH! You're gonna give me away." Spark shushed.
"So you do have a plan then."
"Nah, I was just joking with ya." Spark laughed heartily.
Judy growled rolling her eyes. "This isn't the time for joking around."
"I'm just trying to make light of a bad situation; I'd never in a million years expected a highly funded Corporation to take me, prisoner." Spark sighed. "Not for this long anyway."
"Well, I'd expect someone of your profession would've already busted out by now," Judy said.
"A reasonable observation, but these," Spark tugged on his restraints which appeared to be attached to the wall. "Are electronic shackles with remote locks. Hight quality too, no surprise there."
"So you're telling me that there isn't a slim chance of us escaping?" Judy said.
"Not exactly, but as far as I'm concerned; unless all power was somehow miraculously cut, there's no other way of escaping these shackles." Spark explained.
"I don't see that ever happening though," Judy sighed, frowning slightly. "I just wanted to help him, you know? I thought I could outsmart anyone who came after him but now, I caused more harm than good, this is all my fault."
Spark let out a more meaningful sigh of his own. "Look. It's not your fault," Judy turned her head in surprise. "You did what you thought was right and acted on it with sheer determination to accomplish your goals to help... uh- what was his name?"
"Oh, uh, Max" Judy answered.
"To help Max. It's never the good person's fault; it's the ones who started it." Spark said with a hint of disgust in his finishing words. "But you need to understand that what you saw yesterday shouldn't be allowed to happen again; it's my job to protect the people, and so is yours," Spark said sternly. "Even if it means doing what you believe is wrong for the benefit of others. So don't beat yourself up about it."
Judy nodded her head; she understood what he was saying, and he couldn't have said it better; it's obvious now that his intentions were good and for the benefit of the mammals of Zootopia, and she only hindered his mission in protecting them. Did this make her a bad person for trying to help Max? Was she really the one at fault? No, like Agent Sparks said it wasn't her fault for doing what she believed was right; it's their fault. "I know that it might not mean that much to you after what I've caused, but I'm sorry." Judy apologized.
Spark smirked. "I more than reluctantly accept your apology. And I'm sorry for saying all of those degrading things I said to you." He apologized.
"Well, I accept your apology." Judy rolled her eyes with a smirk in return.
A few more minutes went on without the burning tension in the confined room leaving the prisoners feeling more acquainted and lessened the awkwardness. Although, Judy caught herself staring at Spark's sunglasses wondering what secrets lie underneath; undoubtedly it wasn't just a cosmetic tool for charming, but she remembered his unpleasant reaction to the mentioning.
"I know you're staring at me." Spark suddenly spoke out catching Judy by surprise. "I know I'm good looking, and all, but bunnies aren't exactly my type." He grinned when he took notice of Judy's face flaring up with embarrassment.
"N-No! N-Never in a m-million years!" Judy stammered.
Spark laughed out loud. "Don't worry about it; I'm only busting your stubby tail," He let out a deep sigh once his laughs diminished. "I know what you're looking at; why I always wear sunglasses?"
"Yeah, I'm sorry if I'm offended you... again." Judy replied apologetically.
"Well, yeah you did, but I can't hide from myself forever," He turned his head to face Judy. "I could lose my job over this, I'm extremely hypersensitive to light to the point where I should probably be considered disabled or something," Sparks explained. "Never had it as a pup until recently."
"Oh, that explains why you flipped out at the café." Judy brought up that embarrassing day Spark snapped at her for asking about his sunglasses.
Spark chuckled. "I wouldn't use the words flipped out, I just got defensive. Makes me wonder, I must've gotten the bad genes In my family."
Judy moved her glance over to Carter, who sat leaning against one of his arms as his green eyes wondered off into the grey wall behind her. Spark followed her eyes until they met at the depressed cheetah, frowning at the reduced state of his best friend and partner in crime. It was terrible enough knowing Biotech kidnapped his friend's only kit and would probably use him against them for some diabolical purpose.
"He's – a long story," Spark spoke, knowing all too well what Judy's next question would be. "Hostage situation gone wrong left him bleeding out of his neck with a four-inch-long laceration across it that well, you probably figured it out for yourself."
"Very – interesting," Judy winced at the thought of watching your friend bleeding to death from a sliced throat. "I didn't know you both had it so rough–"
"Rough? Ha! I love my job! I've wished for this since I was a pup, you probably wouldn't understand." Spark explained with a smile.
Judy smirked and raised an eyebrow. "Oh, you'd be surprised–" Judy was caught off by the sound of the cell door hissing open that not only turned her head but everyone else's.
"AHH!" Came a female cry as a cheetah in lightly bloodstained clothes got tossed onto the floor in the center of the cell.
Carter gasped out when he saw the female cheetah; he immediately knew who she was both by sight and scent and it brought about his worst fears.
"Surprise!" Came Felik's deep accent. "I hope I didn't keep you all waiting long, as you can see, we have something very dear to someone here in this very room, and I'm not afraid to rid that something from that someone unless I get something in return." The arctic wolf explained, closing the distance between himself and the female cheetah. He snatched the her by the ear, which she yelped to, and lifted her up to her feet.
"D-Don't hurt me... please." The female cheetah pleaded, cowering in fear. Feliks grinned, savoring her sad attempts at begging and grabbed her by the chin to move her head towards Carter. "C-Carter?" She choked on her snot.
"Al-lison!" Carter cried out in a painfully hoarse voice that almost made his words sound incomprehensible.
"She wouldn't stop bitching about how you were going to lock me away forever, so I taught her a good long lesson and thought I'd show her what happened to her hero," Feliks laughed evilly tightening his hold on Allison's chin. "And don't get me started on the cub."
"You better not have hurt him you
psychopathic maniac!" Allison managed to say through her gripped jaw. Feliks only laughed at her insults and flicked his paw away from her chin.
"I just beat some sense into that little brat same as you but with less of the kicking and punching," Feliks replied. "And no broken bones – I think."
"You monster!" Allison snarled.
Feliks scoffed leaning his muzzle next to one of her ears. "As far as I'm concerned, I'm not the real monster here. There are far more dangerous things lingering about, and you'll be meeting one face-to-face very soon either it be you or your kit." Fellow spoke into her ear releasing her from his grip so she could finally reunite with her husband Carter for whatever time the wolf allowed.
Allison immediately jumped to Carter's side, hugging him and nuzzling his muzzle with loving affection, her brilliant blue eyes locking onto his while she ran a paw down his temple. "Carter–" She sniffled.
"Allison..." Carter heaved. "W-We have to–"
"I know, don't talk anymore sweety, you're hurting yourself." Allison hushed moving a paw to massage Carter's newly strained neck. "Promise me you'll put a stop to these evil mammals, they don't deserve to walk free."
"Okay, times up!" Feliks grabbed Allison by the scruff of her neck. "Now it's my turn to get what I want," He pulled out a knife from a holster around his waist and brought it up to the female cheetah's soft neck. "Agent Sparks, how you respond to the following question will determine the outcome of little miss Allison here with the worst result being well, death."
"Don't you dare hurt my friend's—"
Feliks moved the knife over Allison's shoulder and drove the reflective tip into it, immediately drawing blood from her. She screamed and flailed in his muscular arms as he dove the knife deeper and deeper into her, occasionally twisting and drawing more blood. "You're in no place to make demands, I've done many horrible things in my life; this is no exception, so I suggest you tell me what I want to hear or her suffering will only be prolonged." Feliks explained holding the knife in place.
"Okay, okay! What do you want?!" Spark quickly replied.
Allison was still gasping and trembling in pain with the dagger still lodged into her shoulder until Feliks finally decided to yank it out with a "Yelp" escaping her short muzzle, and sending a string of blood flying down onto Spark's face. Feliks grinned, "Not so tuff now are we? Now, what I want is the password that accesses that FBI's database containing all of the files, police reports, and the names of witnesses pertaining to the investigation into Biotech so that we can properly dispose of any viable evidence and rid ourselves of any loose ends."
"What?! I-I can't! This Corporation must be held accountable for its actions against the species of—"
"Well, you better decide what's more important, your friend's mate or your investigation." Feliks said, running the bloody knife across Allison's cheek merely passing an eye by an inch.
"Don't tell him! I've seen the horrendous acts they've committed; they can't get away with it–" The wolf swiftly shushed Allison with a paw. "Im– not worth– it." She muffled.
"Shut your mouth!" Feliks snapped. "Now what's it going to be? Last chance or she takes her last breath." Feliks was quickly losing patience, which left a snarling Carter trying to escape his bounds, suspense struck fox and bunny, and would-be sweating husky. Spark couldn't just let these guys get away with it. He made an oath to protect and serve the people of the nation and bring Justice to those who posed a serious threat to the mammals living in it. His mind was in shambles in complete and utter chaos! All he needed was time, but it seemed the life of Carter's soul mate hung by a thread that would snap if Spark chose wrong.
Sparks bit his lip in desperation; his mind fighting over right and wrong until finally he, decided on the most ethical of responses. "You want the password? Fine! It's: 1-3-7-G-O-F-U-C-K-Y-O-U-R-S-E-L-F!" He spat.
Feliks chuckled shaking his head before sending his right foot flying into Spark's face, which in result sent his sunglasses tumbling and sliding across the ground towards Judy's feet. "So, not only are you willing to sacrifice your friend's mate's life but antagonize me, the person literally holding the knife to her neck, just to save your little federal investigation? You are either very stupid or very smart." He said putting away his knife. "Nonetheless, you made things a hell of a lot more interesting by not taking the bait, but we can always change that."
That left not only a confused sore cheeked Sparks, but a Carter gasping in relief after it was apparent Feliks wasn't going to kill Allison. "I don't know if I should be flattered by that and what the hell are you talking about?" Spark shrugged off the pain; his eyes naturally closed to block off any light from the room.
"Why would you even care? It's not like you'd even give up the password anyways." Feliks shrugged pulling out a Walkie-Talkie from his utility belt. "I need someone down at Holding Cells C to take the cub to the feeding cage-"
"Feeding what?!" Allison muffled through Feliks's paw interrupting him.
"Shut it!" Feliks tightened his grip around Allison's short muzzle. "And Doctor Krastin has requested a cell be prepared for a C-Class predator specimen, over." He continued before putting away his Walkie-Talkie and calling in two guards that had been standing outside. "Tag the fox and take him to the laboratory for containment," Feliks ordered, which immediately sent Judy into a frenzied state of outrage.
"Hey leave Nick alone! Don't any if you dar lay a paw on him!" Judy screamed, harshly tugging on her restraints as she watched the two guards unlock Nick's shackles with a keycard before they immediately threw him onto the ground once the manacle clicked open. One of the guards dropped down to press a knee against Nick's back to keep him down and from getting up. "Nick!" Judy yelled once more, watching as the guard manhandled her partner without being able to do anything about it.
"Hey, easy!" Nick grunted, fighting against the guard pinning him down's weight. The same guard reached into a blackened bag on his waist and pulled out a yellow ear tag, and a tool that looked like a hole puncher. "What are you doing?! What is that?!" Nick demanded, as his head was held down on its side, while he felt his left ear get held up.
"Hold still will ya; this will only hurt for a second," The Guard said as he clipped the tag onto Nick's ear, which in turn cause a loud, painful yelp to escape Nick's muzzle.
"Congratulations, you're officially the property of the Biotech Corporation." Feliks smirked, "Can't wait to see what they do with you."
"You can't do that to him; he's not property!" Judy yelled, as the guard holding Nick down then slapped a metal muzzle around the fox's snout.
"Get this thing off of me!" Nick growled before getting pulled up to his feet. "Please don't leave this on me," Nick begged, old memories of a young fox crying with a muzzle strapped around his head flashing in and out of his head.
"Take him away," Feliks ordered.
"NICK!" Judy yelled when the guards started to drag Nick forcefully away; her eyes became watery watching as Nick fought to break free but to no avail.
"LET ME GO!" Nick snapped; the last thing Judy heard from Nick as he got dragged away was him calling for her before disappointing beyond the cell door.
"Nick..." Judy sobbed, fearing she may never get to see him again because of her actions.
"Don't worry Hopps; we'll get him back, I promise." Spark reassured Judy.
Feliks laughed, shaking his head. "I wouldn't make promises you can't keep, but I wouldn't worry too much, he'll be in good paws. Now, I hope you all are up for a good show." Feliks grimaced.
Farther within the labyrinth of halls and laboratories rest one of the many holding blocks housing the unfortunate souls that either defied the Corporation both ex and non-employees alike, or innocent mammals held against their will to serve as expendable test subjects. Although, despite the ever-increasing amount of mammals kidnapped by Biotech, a young, frightened Tyler found himself alone in a cell curled up backed against a wall with small amounts of dry blood staining his clothing and fur plus he had a black eye to top it off.
Tyler wasn't one to suffer from separation anxiety at his young age, but it quickly became an apparent problem for the adolescent cheetah, getting forced away from his mom and locked inside a dark, gloomy old cell with the one-eyed wolf in black continuously coming back to punish him; it wasn't very therapeutic if you asked him. He just wanted to see his mom again; the memory of getting pulled away from her tight grip around him came swimming back causing another volley of tears to begin rolling down his soft furry cheeks.
His predicament wasn't one a cub of any age or species should experience; it all felt surreal to Tyler, he reminded himself to stay strong and brave like his mom and dad always told him but would he be alone forever or for that matter ever see his dear parents again. The idea of never seeing his guardians again dominated his thoughts and only brought forth more tears.
The mechanical door to the cell opened, allowing a male prong in black gear and what appeared to be small stubs for antlers to enter. "Alright, kid, time to get up." The guard groaned annoyingly in a way which expressed complete hatred for one's job and since the prong is of prey decent that meant he wasn't as respected as his predator counterparts.
Tyler just sat there with teary gleaming eyes staring up at the guard questioningly.
"Are you deaf? Get up, you little shit!" The guard yelled, lifting Tyler up by the armpit.
"No-No - let go of me!" Tyler fought the guard's grip any way he could; even going as far as attempting to snap at him with his sharp canines to no avail.
"Quit it already; before I decide to shoot you instead, and I'd be doing you a favor." The guard said.
"Let me go!" Tyler demanded once more. The guard sighed at his demand and shook his head, yanking him out of the cell and into the hallways leading towards the cell block's secured entry/exit with little to no effort.
The short travel towards the unknown destination met with constant attempts of futile escapes from the young cheetah cub; he was determined to break free from the prong's grip around his armpit. Although his efforts were, of course, short-lived once they reached a secured door that had two other guards on standby ready to open it as one moved to aim what looked like a weapon of some kind at the reinforced metal door, while the other manually unlocked it.
An acridly pungent odor immediately overwhelmed all of the mammal's nostrils resulting in an almost deafening sensation in their noses. The prong gaged along with Tyler, who with his free paw covered his nose with his shirt.
"Ugh, alright, in you go then." The prong gasped moving the cub, so he was ahead of him.
"No, don't put me in there!" The prong shoved Tyler into yet another dimly lite room and coughed up a storm as he watched the cub land stomach first into an unidentifiable puddle. It reeked of blood, feces, and urine that made Tyler's stomach twist and turn inside him. All the while an amused gray-suited fox watched from a one-way mirror with a special audience sitting bound with front row seats.
The gray fox, Agent Ayers, clasped his paws behind his back as his hazy blue eyes darted from the strange goo drenched cheetah cub to his other cellmate. His ears flicked to the sound of his special guests entering with their armed escorts. He was hoping it wouldn't come to this, but it was apparent the initial attempt at retrieving the passcode to the FBI database was futile. Shame that yet another young potentially fruitful life must get stripped away so aggressively, he thought to himself. And in front of the parents too. And from what Feliks reported, Ayers knew the need to up the level of psychological torment for the captives was necessary if he wanted to retrieve the information he was after and this was the perfect method to do it. A live feeding session.
"Tyler!" Allison screamed while still at Feliks's mercy, when she noticed her little cub in the opposite room. Feliks held her back when you tried to break free in an attempt to save Tyler somehow.
"I hope everyone's comfortable." Ayers clasped his paws together sounding more like the host of a party. "If anyone would like a glass of water or coffee for today's showing please don't be afraid to speak up." He waited for a response but got nothing but burning glares. "No? Anyways, as some of you can see, the pup you once knew is no more; it's a weapon, an ultimate savage, so to say," Ayers turned to face his audience, his gaze meeting Judy. He was fully aware at this point as to why the Corporation had such great difficulty locating the pup; he was genuinely surprised when he discovered it was getting taken care of by a fox and bunny couple. Who would've thought? "One that can be tamed and controlled with the primary purpose of following commands and adhere to primal instincts like surviving. And eating." Ayers grinned his eyes now meeting Carter's. "I can assure you that it wouldn't immediately attack this little cub of yours Carter, no; it'll find it too easy, which brings me to my next point. We're having a bit of difficulty teaching it not to play with its food."
"That isn't Max! He wouldn't do anything to hurt someone even if you forced him to." Judy explained. "He wouldn't hurt a fly and what did you do to Nick?! Where is he?!"
"Thats what you still think?" Ayer laughed to himself. "Tell me, how'd you end up in the hospital, hmm? And your fox friend, I wouldn't know, he could be dead for all I care."
"He's not dead! And that wasn't Max!" Judy retorted.
"Yeah keep telling yourself that, sweetheart." Ayers mocked. "In a few minutes, there'll be little of that cheetah cub left to back take home."
Carter snarled at the fox, baring his sharp cat-like teeth expressing his desire to kill him for locking his only son in a room with a savage.
"You're crazy! He's just a goddamn cub! He doesn't deserve any of this!" Sparks growled fighting against his bounds in a desperate attempt to save his best friend's son, even if his eyes were shut to block out the light in the room that Ayers had purposely brightened just for his amusement.
"All we wanted was the passcode to the FBI database containing the investigation files. All of this could have been prevented, but your unfortunate stubbornness has us at a predicament. So, we must result to a more heinous act to get you talking, and as I mentioned before by the end of that little cub's ordeal, we'll be scraping whatever's left of him off the ground. Now either shut up or watch nature take its course." Ayers shot back.
Tyler peeled himself away from the puddle, with tears already in his eyes. He desperately looked for a way out of the hellhole he was in, but he could only helplessly bang at the door from which he was shoved through to no avail; he dropped down to his knees in desperation and laid his messy forehead on the cold metal door as more of his salty tears rolled down his cheeks. He's never felt so alone in his life; it's terrible enough his dad worked so far away from home and rarely had time to spend with him, but his mom always sought to make him feel happy thus making his loneliness less prominent and bothersome. But now, he wanted to be with his parents more than ever, but instead, here he is, locked in a dark, smelly room; alone. Or was he?
An eerie wave of energy seemingly engulfed Tyler causing the fur on his neck to bristle; he indeed wasn't alone in the room; he slowly turned his head back to see dressed in a black leathery jumpsuit a young pup sitting hugging his knees in the far corner of the room. He naturally felt curious and concerned for his fellow captive; perhaps a tad bit frightened, nonetheless, he hesitantly approached the pup avoiding any of nauseating puddles between them. "H-Hello, are you okay?" Tyler asked still a few feet away.
The pup didn't appear to respond to Tyler's words in any way and merely sat there hugging himself seemingly in great distress.
The cheetah cub tilted his head confused and closed the distance between them. "My name is Tyler. What's yours?" He asked the pup, placing a paw on his leathery shoulder.
The pup flinched at the sudden contact to his shoulder and shot his head up to look at Tyler. "Tyler?" He asked, his purple eyes glistening.
Tyler nodded his head, smiling a bit. "Yes, I'm Tyler. What's your name?" he asked once more.
"My name? I-I'm, uh, I don't remember." The pup answered sheepishly, his tone becoming strangely more collected as the exchange went on.
"What? How do you not now know your name?" Shocked by the young canine pup not knowing his name, Tyler grew curious. Although short-lived when he was suddenly forced to retreat his paw when the canine burst up and embraced the cheetah in a tight grip around his ribs.
"Help me please!" The pup pleaded over Tyler's shoulder, licking his lips. "I'm - scared..." By now the pup's voice changed entirely from worried to malicious sounding.
Tyler, taken aback by the sudden embrace, he awkwardly wrapped his arms around the weirdly named pup assuredly. "Don't be afraid, at least you aren't alone," Tyler assured him, feeling the hug given increased in tightness to the point it that it felt discomforting around his rib cage. "Ow! You're hugging me a little too hard. AH!" Tyler suddenly cried out in pain.
The once thought innocent pup dug his claws deep into Tyler's clothed back drawing blood and clung onto his fleshy muscle deep inside. The whining cheetah cub pushed at the seemingly superior strengthed pup until he was finally able to pry himself free from his grasp, leaving ten open holes on his back. The immense pain sent Tyler onto his side trying to clench his fresh stab wounds.
"O-Oh, I'm didn't mean to– I didn't try to– I'm sorry!" The pup quickly apologized, slowly standing up. "Let me help you." He snarled lightly, his eyes beginning to glow a bright purple as if on queue. "Don't be afraid."
Tyler noticed the pup get back up, and quickly did the same; staggering up to his feet, the pain making him sway a little, and let out a not so menacing growl that let the pup know he wasn't going to go down so easily without some form of resistance.
Ayers laughed from behind the one-way mirror. "Alright look, let's make a deal, I'll stop this right now if you give me what I want," He bargained with a grin. "You have until your buddy's little cub gets his insides ripped out to give me the passcode."
"No goddamit! Don't do this, please!" Sparks begged. "He doesn't have anything to do with this!"
Ayers sighed and shook his head. "Well look at the bright side; if you don't tell me, you won't be able to see him get devoured. Consider it a favor."
"GET HIM OUT OF THERE!" Allison roared, tugging at Feliks wrapped arms.
Tyler bared his sharp carnivorous canines at the wolf pup but intimidating seemed to be of little effect if not useless against his genetically enhanced opponent, who in turn let out a vicious, animalistic snarl at the cheetah cub that outmatched his, which in turn sent shivers down his spine. His instincts told him to run, but running wasn't possible. Not in here.
With confrontation imminent, Tyler felt his veins pump with adrenaline, his primal psych preparing him for the fight of his life. The chances of coming out alive were slim, but it's do or die now; if he wanted to survive, he had to do what was necessary no matter the cost even if it meant sacrificing life and limb.
"Whats this hmm, a cute little cheetah cub standing up to me?" The pup laughed showcasing his sharp resilient claws. "This will be easier than I thought. Maybe I'll have a little fun with you before I make you an appetizer."
"I-I'm not afraid of you," Tyler replied nervously.
The pup scoffed. "Yes you are, I can see it in your little eyes. And so can your parents." He grinned.
"M-My what? What are you talking about?!" Tyler demanded.
The pup made a gesture towards the reflective one-way mirror in the cell. "They're watching, and they know you're already good as dead."
"You're lying!" Tyler yelled in a pit of rage, charging the pup with balled fists. "YOU'RE LYING!"
The pup grinned, his legs began to emit his signature dark purple flame produced from the mysterious serum pumping through his veins as he waited for the raging cheetah cub to get within close enough proximity. Once he was, he performed a perfectly time front flip over the Tylers head and executed a powerful reverse back kick once his feet were firmly planted back on the ground.
Tyler cried out in pain as he was sent stumbling face first onto the ground. Catching his breath and grunting from the pain still lingering from the blow; he struggled to get back up to his feet and could only helplessly listen as the pup approached him. The pup walked around to Tyler's side and bent down, with glowing fiery arms burning with power, to lift him up from the ground with both his paws before proceeding to spin in a circle, gaining enough momentum to send the cheetah flying into the one-way mirror.
"Ouch, you have to admit that was a good one," Ayers laughed having watched the glass vibrate aggressively once the young cheetah's body smacked against it. He actually found it quite comical the way 986 tossed Tyler and chuckled when he heard struggling behind him as he watched. "My offer is still up by the way," he reminded. "It's only a matter of time before – you know."
Sparks growled, gritting his teeth, his mind once again in a desperate fight between right and wrong. He couldn't give up confidential information to these cold-blooded crooks; it'll go against everything he stands for, but this was his partner's kid.
The pup walked over and grabbed Tyler by his right leg and dragged him to the center of the room where the light within shined brightest.
"S-Stay away!" Tyler yelled pushing himself back away from the approaching pup, who licked his bloody claws as he walked; the savage pup found thrill in watching his prey attempting to crawl away like a wounded animal. Tyler soon came within the pup's grasp and helplessly watched as the sinister canine knelt to grip his fragile neck with his right paw.
"Where do you think you're going? There's no running away from this." The pup laughed darkly, staring deep down into the cub's soul with his brilliant eyes while his muzzle cracked a smirk.
Tyler felt himself freeze in place; his squirms seemingly stopped as he stared wide-eyed back at those hypnotizing purple orbs with trembling fear. He couldn't tell if it was the fear that seemingly paralyzed him in place or the pup's hard gaze, but deep down he knew what was coming; this was a lost fight. With his muscles tensing in anticipation, he waited for the killing blow that would end his young life; he didn't fear death, his father once told him that he once saw what was on the other side. The mammal with the most beautiful face you'd ever seen, his father had told him, the one who extended his arms out and offered his dad a better life and to take away all of his pain. Maybe he'd meet the same person if he died, perhaps he could ask for a second chance; its worked before.
"What happened to fighting back, my little appetizer? I was hoping for a little more fun." The pup mocked, shifting his head until the tip of his nose was but a mere few inches away from the terrified cub's shivering face. "You're no different from prey. Weak, pathetic, and simple-minded." He chuckled. "Thought I have to admit you aren't as tasty as prey."
"Please don't hurt me..." Tyler whimpered in a final desperate attempt to save himself from death.
"You'll get no pity from me." The pup snarled baring his teeth and causing Tyler to cower in fear. "I have only one purpose, and it's rid the world of useless fodder like you..."
Tyler watched as the pup opened his mouth preparing for a devastating chomp aimed towards his young quivering neck and all he could do was stare down his gullet.
"Looks like time is running out for little Tyler," Ayers said, watching with great intent. "If you're going to tell me the password now, you best do it quickly because once it starts, there's no stopping it."
"I-I can't-" Sparks tried to say before getting interrupted by Ayers.
"Are you seriously going to let a poor innocent cub die because of this? Look; it's only going to get worse after this, I'll personally see to it that everyone you know and love are taken out of the picture if you persist on keeping what I want to yourself. And I'll be starting with every single one of your friends sitting in this room." Ayers explained.
"Just tell him Spark, we'll find another way to take them down. Justice always prevails." Judy said, gaining a scoff from Ayers with her final words.
"There'll be no Justice done here, I can assure you." Ayers, expression grew grim. "You can't tell anyone what happened here unless you're dead – or have no proof."
"Just let my baby go!" Allison suddenly burst out, tearing and snot running down her cheeks and muzzle.
After quick thought and a teeth-gritting choice, he lowered his ears in defeat. "I'll tell you the passcode, but stop that pup before it kills Tyler," Spark said.
Ayers smirked and reached for a button. "Fine, but no lying, because I won't give you a second chance to save little Tyler."
"Just stop him!" Sparks yelled.
Ayers pressed the button before speaking into a microphone. "Disengage, 986," Ayers ordered.
The pup immediately snapped his mouth shut and gave a spine-chilling glare towards the one-way mirror.
"That's a direct order, 986."
The pup growled and stepped off away from Tyler, who immediately backed himself into a corner, his mind still in a state of shock and although he was free from the pup's grasp. That stare he gave him as he stood a few feet away from him spelled for desire; the desire to gut him alive and feast the spoils his body had to offer for a meal. And the longer he stood watching the more it looked like he would snap.
"Now," Ayers straightened his collar, as he turned to face Spark. "It's your turn to give me what I want, Mr. Sparks."