Zootopia: Grind To Halt (WildeHopps)

Chapter 6 - Maul the Noise

(Listen to the music if you had headphones to provide the right mood for the chapter. Song is
Thunder Invader : Wayne Static)

Assilli Howlmore was the nicest person anyone could ever know in Zootopia, her constant charity work was greatly appreciated, her beauty and motherly nature was flattering to all that met her. Almost everyone she met admired her in some way shape or form. A certain red fox stared from a street corner with a different kind of admiration.

It wasn't a good kind either.

His green eyes glinted and yellow teeth grinned, slipping out a flask of purple liquid from his pocket.

This is the start of a new beginning, the fox grinned, popping off the cork top and swallowing the bitter, syrupy liquid inside the flask.

Overhead in the sky, the smog signaled something of an evil presence, something wasn't right in the atmosphere of the city. The streets had an eerie calm, and the sidewalks were dead of traffic, except for Ms. Howlmore. Little did she know, she was being watched very closely.

The grinning fox stepped from the brush right in front of her path, startling her momentarily. The wolf shook her head, and gave a nervous sigh of relief.

"Sorry to inturupt your night ma'am," The fox grinned through cruel black lips, seeming like they were dripping with venom. The wolf was a little unnerved, but reassured herself with her height over the fox. If he tried anything, she'd come out on top.

To the wolf, that didn't feel like the case. Some evil vibe radiated from the fox, his deep burning eyes seemed to stab her vision like needles.

"May I help you?" The wolf fumbled for words in a quivering voice, vocal chords shaking like a schizophrenic. There was something way off-key about the situation, and she knew it. Assilli took a step back for extra comfort.

It provided none of the sort.

"May I borrow your body for the night?" He asked casually, the same menacing look on his face. The wolf instantly grew mortified with his words.

Is he really asking for sex? The female timber wolf grew quite unnerved, stepping away from the fox in front of her. She was trusting her gut, even if he was smaller than her.

This animal was crazy.

"I-I-I'm sorry, but I don't sell myself for s-s-s-ick services sir." She grew frantically worried, her blood speeding like racecars in her veins, and the heart pulsing rapidly in her chest pounding out of her body.

The fox only let loose a battery of ravenous laughter, grinning with a more disgusting look. "I'm sorry ma'am, that's not what I'm looking for..." The fox paused, and let forth a chuckle. "I hear your heart pounding out of your chest missy. Are you afraid of me?"

"You think I'm looking for intercourse? I'm looking to start a revolution lovely... by body... I really just want the delicious flesh hanging off of your bones.." The fox snarled with laughter, then grunting a terrible pain.

Fear was such an awful thing that gripped the poor wolf's heart, squeezing it with an icy grip. Her tongue was plastered against the roof of her mouth.

Something was happening to the fox. His legs snapped and reformed, bulked up, grew taller. His eyes changed shades, to a barf yellow with hellish red specked in the iris. His claws extracted and grew into blades.
Assilli screamed, but only a tiny squeak came out. She was frozen in her own damn tracks, dear God she couldn't move!