We'll catch them...I promise.
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Nick could hardly bear it anymore; the titanium claws were driving him mad. He lost all feeling in his hands, his aim with a gun wasn’t anywhere near as steady as it used to be, nobody wanted to come near him except for a few cops that knew him well, but they seemed to subtly keep their distance as well, even Judy. Not to mention how his wrists were almost always sore from the stitches and hard metal. “I can’t even hold a fucking pencil!” he yelled inside his head, clutching his skull.
Right then, something snapped. He didn’t want this anymore. Hell, he NEVER wanted it. Why did they have to pick him over every other predator in the city, another? He let out roar, and thrusted his right fist with all his might into the wall, breaking a hole in it. Immediately, his wrist started to sting from the impact. “Shit…” he whispered to himself, snapping his wrist, hoping to rid the pain from it.
Nick leaned away from his hand out of fear from the sound. His first thought was that they fell off, but now, each of his digits were longer, with sharper edges. Very sharp edges. He gazed at his hand, enthralled by the thin blades on the end of his fingers. He brought his fingertips together, listening to the thin blades make the sounds they make. He looked over to his left hand, and the sharp edges were still hidden there. He flicked his left wrist in the same way, but nothing happened. He then noticed a little switch at the base of his index finger. He shifted it once with his thumb, and discovered it was held by a spring. He pushed it forward, and flicked his wrist again, and this time the blades came out with the same metal sliding noise. He moved the switch forward again, and pressed his four fingers in the middle of his palm, and they receded back into normal length. He grinded the wall with his dull, left hand. Not much came besides light streaks. He used his sharp right hand, and the claws went deep into the wall. He pulled down, and they left long, deep gashes.
“Damn.” he whispered to himself.
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The car came straight for Nick. He had his own plan to rescue Judy. The car came rolling down the street. Nick started running away from it as fast as he could. When it got to him, he shifted to the side and leapt for the rear end, cutting through the hood of the trunk. A white fox pulled put an automatic rifle and fired at Nick. He went down and clung to the bumper. He used his sharp claws to cut through the side of the lock, breaking it. The trunk opened, and he found Judy in there, tied up and unconscious. She had bruises on her head from blunt force trauma. Nick was in shock.
“Judy.” Nick said, horrified by what he found. “Oh my God, Judes.” He climbed in the back to check on her. She was still breathing, and Nick let out a sigh of relief. He feared the worst. He had to figure out how to escape with Judy in one piece on a car moving 50 miles an hour. He heard a door open, and saw something through the crevice of the trunk cover climb out from the vehicle. The fox that shot at him from the back seat earlier. Nick knew this not gonna end well. The canid carefully made his way to the back of the vehicle. Nick stood up and found the fox with the same gun he shot at him with. Nick grabbed the gun and kept it pointed away from himself and the impaired rabbit. Nick’s rage set in. No further harm was going to come to his bunny! He and the white canid struggled with the gun and keeping their balance. Nick shoved and pulled, and the other fox couldn’t hold his ground. The car swerved close to the sidewalk, and Nick pushed the white mammal off the car, keeping his gun. He landed on another parked car, breaking the rear windshield and rolling over the vehicle. The ferret in the passenger seat pulled out another automatic and aimed it at the red fox. He jumped down into the trunk as the bullets zoomed past him, breaking the rear window and denting the trunk cover. Nick now had a plan. Making sure his claws were retracted, he took hold of Judy.
“Alright, Carrots, come here. Attagirl.” he said to Judy despite her being unconscious. He put her over his left shoulder, holding her securely. He put the sling of the rifle on his right shoulder, and was ready to put his plan into action. He extended his right hand claws, and cut the hinge off the trunk cover. He threw his hand backwards at the other hinge, breaking it, and clutching the loose cover. He took it up and dropped it on the road below him. He jumped with it, being sure to land on his right shoulder to cause Judy as little injury as possible. Nick let Judy’s limp body down on the trunk cover he turned into a sled, and quickly grabbed the gun with his right hand, firing at the car to keep them from firing back. It worked. The car made a hard right turn down another street, squealing the tires, and Nick ceased firing. The makeshift sled drifted past the intersection, and he extended his left claws and slammed them deep into the street, slowing it down. After coming down over half a block, the sled came to a stop. Nick ripped his claws out from the street, retracting them, and attended to his rabbit. The bruises on her head looked even worse in the sunlight. Nick’s heart was pierced by a spear. He said he was gonna protect her, and he had failed. He let her down. Nick cut the zip ties from her paws, and removed the bandana from her face.
“Judy.” he said to her, still in shock. “Judy, you okay?” She was breathing, but she wasn’t awake. Nick pulled his phone from his pocket and dialed 911. While he waited for them to respond, he checked Judy for more injuries. She had bruises on her chest, legs, left arm, and on her right hand. No broken bones thought. Thank God.
“911, how can I help you?” a female voice said from the other side of the line.
“Yes, this is Officer Nicholas Wilde.” Nick started. ”Officer Hopps is injured on 3410 Walter Street. She is still breathing, but will not wake up due to blunt force trauma. Would you please send an ambulance?”
“There’s one on the way right now.” the mammal replied.
“Thank you.” Nick said as he closed the line. He picked up the bunny and placed her in his lap, cradling her head. He gently caressed her head, being careful of her wounds. “You’re gonna be fine, Carrots. It’s gonna be okay.” he whispered to her. He kissed her on the forehead, and not long after, he heard a small whimper. He looked down to see Judy gaining consciousness. “Judy?” he asked.
“Nick?” she said weakly.
“Oh, Judy!” he said through a gasp as he hugged Judy, trying not to go too tight. A tear of joy ran down his face.
“Nick.” Judy said again with her own tears flowing. Nick released his hug and looked her in the eye.
“Don’t worry, Judy. Everything’s gonna be okay. You’re gonna be fine.” He continued to stroke her face.
“I was so scared, Nick.” Judy started with the tears running down her face. “They kidnapped me and held me hostage in an old building. I tried to fight them, but they held me down and beat me until I lost consciousness. They said they would take me to where I’d never find you again. I lost you once, I don’t wanna lose you again!” Judy cried as she clutched his torso so tightly, it was like she never wanted to let go.
“I’m right here, Carrots.” Nick reassured her. “I won’t let them harm you anymore; I will make damn sure they stay as far away from you as possible. Never again will they hurt you.”
“Thank you.” she replied. "I don't want to leave your side, Nick."
"I won't leave you. Ever."
Zootopia - Vicious Schemes - Chapter 1 Chapter 1 - More Missing Mammals
It had been about a year since Judy went to Zootopia. Since she became a cop. Since she met her favorite fox, Nick Wilde. They were both detectives at Precinct 1 with the same rank and power. They still lived in separate apartments, both on the east of the precinct. Bogo granted them one vehicle for both of them to use, and it was simply more convenient to have Nick drive the car, as he lived farther away, and his path to the station went close to Judy’s place.
Nick’s solid sleep ended earlier than usual, around 7:00. He figured he could catch a few more Z’s before he had to go and pick up Judy.
After what felt like 10 minutes, Nick’s eye crept open just enough to see the clock.
“Damn it!” Nick said as he started frantically kicking the sheets and blankets. They refused to come off his legs. “Come on!” he yelled again. He decided to get out the bed and shake off the bed's coverings as he
Someone knocked on the door. Judy stood up and slowly opened. It was Clawhauser.
“Sorry that I’m late. Here’s the files you asked me to give you.” He was tired of all that walking.
“Oh, and I was just to ask, How’s Nick?”
“Um…” It was obvious that Judy didn’t want to reply to this question. She actually haven’t seen him today. All that amount of work, searching for any clues of a case.
“Good night Clawhauser.” She replied with soft voice.
“Ok…Good night Judy!”
She turned the light on and placed the files on the desk. She slowly opened the envelope. She looked at the X-ray photos. It was too hard for her to understand how painful the “surgery” was. Metallic ears, paws (hands), legs, even ears. But the only thing that kept her mind steady was the feeling, that her best friend, the most important mammal in the word, is hurt and she knew that she is the only one, who can find those monsters.
She took some pages and started to write every clue that she found. She wrote every information, that would help the case go further. Then, her phone rang. It was Nick.
She dropped her phone, took the keys and ran towards his small apartment. She has never been running so fast in her entire life. After a couple of minutes, she was at the door. She knocked, but no one answered. She pull the handle, and went towards the room. Strange noise was coming from there, like someone was crying. She found Nick, laying on the floor. The walls were destroyed.
“Nick, what happened!?” Judy asked with fear in her eyes.
“I c-can’t t-take i-it anymore. Every night I have a nightmare of animals in the masks. I’m watching my body parts being replaced with cyborg elements. I look at the mirror. Who am I, WHAT am I? My arms, my legs, teeth, even fucking ears. Why me? Judy…why me…”
Judy was tore apart. She was looking at her friend. She was looking at Nick, her best friend. She was looking at his suffering due to all those events. He was hurt, depressed. She couldn’t find a better way to make him happy. The only option was to give him a hug.
She went in front of him and putted her arms around his neck. She whispered to his ear:
“Nick, you can’t give up now. I know that you are sick of it. I know that you want it to stop. But you need to be strong, because without you…there is nothing left in my life.” She looked into his green eyes.
“Nick… you are the most important mammal in the word, my best friend…and I promise Nick, I promise that WE will catch them.”
“I promise, We will carch them…”
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I fight to stay alive, but I can't breathe
The voices scream, the enemy takes over everything
This is the Madness In Me