The Lost Warrior 2: The Police Fight

Chapter 1: Nightmares

For months I had nightmares of my past, the memories of the cave haunted me while I slept. The torture they put me through, I had my revenge and yet I still couldn't get it out of my head. It was night after night that these nightmares had occurred and every time I woke up my heart was racing. My daughters, Angel and Kylie, had always came running into the room to make sure I was ok and not hurt.

They didn't care what time of night it was, if I had a nightmare they were there for me. But every time they had asked what it was about I would tell them it wasn't important. I still continued to hide my past from them. They were to young to know what happened and I hope someday they will be old enough to know and understand what had happened. Until then I kept quiet about it.

I could still see Alice, my beautiful wife who had died a few years ago. She died when I came back from the military after I was shot. I still see her and hear her talk to me like nothing happened. I still continued to fight for 3 years after her death.

The kids seemed to avoid me when I started to talk to Alice. I don't blame them, if someone was talking to nothing I would be a little creeped out too. Other than that we were like a happy little family again. But now that I'm out of the military I need to find a job and I had my mind set on one.

I took the girls to my moms house, she loved the kids as if they were her own. I gave them a kiss on the cheek before I went out and got back into my car, it was a little hard to leave them again but it was only gonna be a few minutes. I drove to the police department and asked to see the police chief. He sent me into his office almost immediately.

"Mr.Yasher, age 32, from forest region here in Zootopia," he listed as he had my record pulled up, "served in the military for 5 years before retiring."

"Yes sir," I replied.

"So what brings you here?" He looked at me.

"I was looking for a job so I came here first," I answered

He looked at me for a few minutes as if I was joking. He was an older man, about 42 years old, and didn't look like a nice kind of person.

"Are you sure you wanna work here? You'll be taking heavy risks with crime fighting," he said.

"I've dealt with worse sir, I've seen and done things no man should ever have to whiteness and do," I answered.

He looked at me in disbelief. After all I've been through in the war I wanted to be in the police force. It was better than sitting around at home doing nothing.

"Alright Mr. Yasher, you'll have to go through police training though," he finally spoke.

"Alright, when do I begin?" I asked.

He had me sign a few papers and gave me a few hours to pack clothes for training. After I was done signing the papers I went back to my moms house and told the girls the news, they weren't to happy but I had to get a job someday. Mom promised to watch over them while I was in training. I was proud to have a great mom.

I gave them all a hug and went on my way to pack my clothes. It was gonna be a long few weeks, but it will all be worth it when I'm done. I had spent 20 minutes packing everything I needed before I went out for training. I was excited, except for the fact that I was leaving my girls for a few weeks.

But I know they are safe with my mother. So I tried not to worry to much. It was 2:00pm when I finally arrived at the training facility. The look of it brought back memories of when I was training for the military.

It seemed like it has only been a week since I got out of boot camp. But I still remember the painful 4 years after I had completed it. The dark, bone chilling memory of the war. I could never forget what had happened, nor could I ever forget the friends I had lost, especially my dear friend Jacks.

Our troops had found his body a few weeks after I had left, when they announced his funeral I showed up but I didn't stand close. I just watched from a distance as they folded the flag and had a 21 gun salute. It was a rough day for me but I promised him that I would go. I had taken my motorcycle that day to get it repainted from white and blue to black and red.

Now that it's been a few months I try to not let it bother me, I can't let my guard down now. I parked my car and turned it off. Then I grabbed my laundry bag, the green backpack I was given to hold my clothes and blankets in the military, and started to walk for the entrance. The secretary in the office greeted me warmly.

"Good evening sir, how may I help you today?" She asked politely.

"I was sent here for training by chief Warrener," I replied.

"Oh, you must me Mr. Yasher," she smiled, " hold on Officer Macy will be right with you."

"Alight thank you," I said as I sat down in the chair next to me.

I waited a few minutes for the officer to come in, I tried to focus and prepare for what I was about to go through. But all I could think about was the war. That blood filled war that ruined my sanity. I began to wander through my mind, going through the horrifying memories of the war.

"Max Yasher!" Officer Macy called out.

"Sir yes sir!" I shouted, my mind had tricked me into thinking I was still in the military.

"Alright soldier boy your with me let's go!" She shouted.

I grabbed my bag and followed her, hoping she wouldn't mention the war. Unfortunately she did and it was a hard subject to talk about. She was a rabbit, what a surprise. She was nice when we talked but when we got into the dorms she went from nice to scary. It was like the military all over again, nothing but shouting orders.

"Max Yasher, tell us about yourself!" She ordered.

"Yes ma'am, Sargent Maxwell Yasher, retired veteran of the Z.A.F armed forces ma'am!" I shouted.

Everyone clapped for me, not only that I was a veteran, but I had killed the leader of the rebel army and I was the last of my team to survive. Then it was quiet again, everyone standing at attention.

..... it was time to get to work...