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Ch 13 To fight a God
Marty strode out in the middle aisle standing in front of Tyranno. “Well I guess that would be me.” He said.
“Yeah I’ve seen this ‘power’ of yours.” Marty said doing an air quotation with his paws. “And let’s just say I don’t think you’re all you’re cracked up to be.”
“Hmm,” Marty responded as his gazed went up to the ceiling. “You sure do like hearing the sound of you own vo-“
Before he completed his taunt he jumped out the way as a lightning bolt struck the carpet right where he was standing.
“What the manner?” Marty taunted. “Is the lord of reptiles having a little trouble hitting a lowly mammal? Sounds like you need some godly glasses!”
Another lightning bolt was hurled at him. Marty again jumped out the way, he fired his gun but instead of aiming at Tyranno he started firing up in the ceiling where the lightning bolt had just came down from. Suddenly on his fifth shot a huge object as big as Marty himself came crashing down from the ceiling. As it collided loudly with the floor it became easier to make out what the object was, it was a large metal coil with a length of wire wrapped around it. “Ah so that’s how it worked!” Marty said.
“STOP HIM! CROCCO COME AND KILL THIS RACCOON NOW!!!” Anya noted that a hint of panic was beginning to creep into his voice.
“Now waitaminute.” Marty said. “What happened to killing me yourself? What the matter? Lightening bolt on the fritz?” He tapped the coil with his foot. Crocco  ran up to Marty and grabbed him by the ankle.
Marty tried to shoot at Crocco but the crocodile grabbed his gun paw and squeezed it until he was forced to drop the gun. Marty then tried to swing inwards and bite Crocco. But Crocco stopped him, grabbing him by the neck. He then flipped the raccoon over and held him up high in the air attempting to squeeze the life out of his neck.
Gagging for breath, Marty reached inside his trench coat and pulled out a grenade. Crocco saw this and tried to snatch the grenade away from his paws but his reaction was too late. Marty very quickly yanked the pin out with his teeth and lobbed the grenade directly at Tyranno’s open maw. Time seem to stop as everybody watched the grenade arch gracefully into the mouth. It made a clank noise against the back of the skull. Then it exploded.
There was a loud earsplitting sound of screeching, tearing metal and then the head came crashing down. It thudded loudly as it crashed against the carpeted floor. Crocco released Marty’s neck in shock, dropping the raccoon to the floor. Exposed ripped wires now stuck out the neck and the bottom of the head buzzing and crackling with electricity. Everybody stood there for a good minute attempting to processes what had just happened.  
Mr. Toad was the first to speak. “Alright, alright. Marty, so obviously ya got a better idea about what da heck is goin’ on here den da rest of us, so why doncha go on ahead and clue us on in.”

Marty picked himself up off the ground rubbing his neck, he brushed his coat off. “Sure certainly I was just getting ready to do that.” He search in his pocket for a cigarette. “You see Mr. ‘Lord of all Reptiles’ over here is actually an animatronic from the unreleased horror movie, ‘Night of the Living Fossil’.  Its most likely being controlled from somewhere nearby.”
“But the lightening, the voice . . .How?” Crocco murmured.  Marty motioned to the coil laying on the floor.  “That your lightning bolt right there. This coil is moved around by some mechanism on the ceiling, that’s probably what the fog was for, to cover it up. So when ever Tyranno decided to demonstrate his ‘godly power’, this coil drops down that had a lethal current of electricity running through it. So whatever poor sap gets hit by this would get promptly fried. Now we are dealing with people in the movie business here, so I’m guessing that they’ve installed some sort of sound system on the ceiling. Tyranno is probably being voiced by whoever’s controlling it.
“And dat creature is da guy behind alla dis?” Mr Toad.
“Yes I’d say so. “
“So why don’t you quit jerking us around and tell us who the blighter is!!” Marlon snapped.
“I’m getting to that okay? ‘Night of the Living Fossil’ was produced by the Fluff network studios. That movie was funded and produced by none other that Craig Boulder, ya see its my guess that after Mr. Boulder lost to Geraldo Spike in the Mayoral election last year,  he decided if he couldn’t run this city one way, he would run it the other way, through the underworld. But Mr. Boulder was one ambitious turtle. He wasn’t satisfied with running just one part of the underworld, he wanted it all, gun running, narcotics, carrion, protection rackets, the whole shebang.
“The only way to achieve this goal however was only if he was to eliminate all his potential competitors, that meant getting rid of all the other crime bosses in the city and the offering their all of their guys a job working for him. Of course there was no way in the world he could take all of those guys himself, nope he needed an army creatures who were willing to do anything he said, even if that meant giving up there live, in other words he needed an army of suckers.
“That’s when he had the bright idea of using the popular reptile god, Tyranno. If he could convince people that his wishes were actually Tyranno’s bidding, he could get them to do whatever he wished. So that’s when he bought this here old theater and turned it into a church for Tyranno. That when he started to collaborate with a certain Zenny Scales. Being a famous special effects expert. Mr. Scales was the most perfect partner Mr. Boulder could have in setting up this illusion.
“But Mr. Boulder didn’t entirely trust Mr. Scales so he secretly planted a camera in Mr. Scale’s office to better keep tabs on what the lizard was up to. That was when he witnessed Mr. Batty Nocturne breaking into Mr. Scale’s office and planting evidence in there that latter got hhim in trouble with thee Carrion Queen which ultimately ended up getting him killed. Crocco saw an opportunity in this where he could use the situation to his advantage. First he had the priest prophesize to his followers that he in a display of power, Tyranno would execute Batty Nocturne by having the bat take his life with his own paws. Then he sent the video footage to Batty along with a blackmail letter telling him to fake his death on TV and then leave the country or else he would send a copy of the video to the Carrion Queen.
“Batty had no choice but to comply with the instructions on the blackmail letter had laid out. So he bought a prop gun preparing to do the deed. But unbeknownst to him, on the night of the show his fake prop gun was replace with an actual real gun. So Batty ended up unwittingly committing suicide on live television thus fulfilling what was prophhisised. That’s how he was able to gain the loyalty of so many of his followers. And so after that Mr.  boulder was able to get two more to blow themselves up.”
“So you mean tis whole time . . . It was all a fake?” Crocco said.
“Yeah, sorry but you’ve all been taken for a ride.”
“Alright so I guess da next question is where do we find dis bastard.” Mr. Toad asked.
“I think I know where he is.” Crocco spat. He marched over to the little door at the side of the room that Craig Bolder had disappeared in before the service had started. He kicked the door three time before it fell down off its hinges.
Marlon and Mr. Toad had walked up so they could get a better look at what was going on as their gang held the rest of the reptiles, who had lost their will to fight, down with guns pointed at them.
Behind the door was a tiny room with a desk protruding from the wall that was filled with all manner of buttons and levers. On the wall was a giant flat screen TV that was slit up into four parts displaying different viewing angles of the sanctuary. A large boom microphone hung from the ceiling.
“So this is where all the magic happens.“  Marty commented as he entered the small room.”
“Where Boulder?” Marlon demanded to know. “It’s time to teach that phony what an inferior species really is!”
Crocco looked around the room the he threw the chair that was in front of the desk aside to reveal Craig Boulder. The arms and pants of his nice suit draped down around his shell as he had retracted both his arm, legs and head inside of his shell.
Crocco grabbed the shell with both hand, ripping the suite off. He began slamming the shell hard against the wall. “Come on out you coward, come out you fraud. The game is up!!”
Finally Craig boulder’s dazed looking head came out from under the shell. “I- had to do what had  to what had to be done..” He murmured.
“And what was that? Lie to our faces? Have us kill ourselves? I was willing to kill for you!!”
“I-I still had my reptile brethren’s best interest in mind! I wanted tou mke the city a better place for reptiles, that’s why I was trying to take out all the inferior species that held power in this city! So then us reptiles can run the city.”
“Oh yeah? So what about the Elixir of the Dinos?” Crocco reach in his coat and pulled out a syringe filled with pinkish liquid. “You were gonna give one of these to each of us, you said we were to inject ourselves with it When Tyranno brings reptile paradise to earth! It was supposed to help us transform into our new dinosaur bodies!”
“Ah, I was wondering how you were planning on disposing of these guys once you had everyone you needed bumped off.” Marty remarked.
“Okay, okay, fine you got me.” Craig boulder replied. “You should also know something thought, He pulled a matching syringe from the shreds of his own suit and plunged it into Crocco’s arm. ”I always keep a spare on me, just in case!”
“Nooo!! Crocco dropped Craig to the floor and began desperately trying to bite of the chunk of arm where he had been injected at. But the “Elixir of the Dinos” was already working its way through his bloodstream. He stumbled around the room as he began to feel himself going blind, and his feet going numb. Then he fell down to the floor, dead, with foam gushing from his mouth.
Craig Boulder stood up to find both Mr. Toad and Marlon Golfox both pointing their guns at him. “N-ow c-come on good gentlebeats, I-I got lots of money!! Lots of it! I-I can pay you guys real good! A-all you got to do is just let me get out of here alive, that all I ask for!” He pleaded.
Golfox shook his head. “You must be mad if you think I’m going to let you walk out of here after you MURDERED MY PARENTS!”
He turned to Mr. Toad. “What about you Mr. Toad, you’re a reasonable creature aren’t you? Just let me go! You can name your price. Im the president of Fluff Network, I can get you anything.”
“Please Mista Boulder stop embarrassing yaself, will ya!” Mr Toad replied. “Jest try ta die with a shred of dignity left in ya so dey can at least have one nice thing ta put in da obituary.”
Craig Boulder scanned the room desperately for someone else that might be able to help him. Then saw Anya
“You!” He exclaimed turning to Anya. “You’re a police dog! You have to protect me! That’s your job  right?”
Anya just looked at him for a minute, then she raised her gun and fired. His shell cracked loudly as the bullet went through it. Craig stumbled for a minute and then fell down, dead on the ground.
“That was for Grover.” She said in a soft voice. Everyone, even Marty, looked shocked by her actions.
“Bloody hell! That was supposed to be my kill!” Marlon exclaimed.
“Well I don’t know about you guys,” Mr. Toad said reloading his mchine gun. “But I’m about to whack somebody tonight.”
He walked up to the microphone and spoke into it. “IS DIS THING STILL ON?” Now his voice was projected throughout the sanctuary just like Craig’s was when he was posing as Tyranno.
The whole sanctuary was filled with gunfire as the two gangs executed all of the reptiles iin the room. Some tried to run and some tried to raise their own weapons to fight back, but most of them reacted too slowly and was shot down before they could move.
Mr. Toad turned around and pointed his gun at Anya. “Step away from da dog Mista Mask, she’s gotta go to.”
“Wait, wait, now hold on a second,” Marty protested. “Why do you gotta kill her?”
“I’m sorry about dis Marty, I really am, I heard she’s like you friend or somethin’ but I’m just not comfortable wid letting a dog jest walk after seein’ my guys ice alla dem creatures like dat. Ta put it simply her bein’ alive is gonna be bad for business!”
Anya drew her own gun and pointed it back at Mr. Toad. “Go on ahead and try it criminal!”
Golfox drew his own weapon. “Do you think you can hit both of us at once doggy? I’m not too keen on going to jail either.”
“I’ll take as many of you criminal scum with me as I can!”
“Guys, guys please!” Marty shouted. “Geez, is shooting the only way people know how to solve problems around here?”
“Well I guess dere ain’t no harm in listening, what’s your idea?”
“Okay, Anya just wanna let you know I really sorry about what I’m about to do but it’s the only way.” Marty whispered to the dog.
“Huh?” Anya said confused.
“Okay so we all just saw shoot an unarmed creature in the head right. Everyone here, including me are witnesses to that right? So now you guys have something you can blackmail her with right? Now with this she can’t ever come after you guys ever again!”
Ayna looked with shock in her eyes at Marty. “What?!”
“Sorry but this is the best idea I can think of keeping you alive right now!!!”
Mr. Toad and Marlon held their guns pointed at Anya as they considered Marty’s proposition.
“I dunno,” Marlon said. “She doesn’t look like the type to just let us go.”
“Yeah!” Mr Toad agreed. “How about dis, I do think she will keep her word so what if we heard in from her own mouth. Den I’d be satisfied. What do ya say doggy?”
Anya didn’t say anything. She continued to hold her gun steady.
“C’mon Anya” Marty pleaded. “Work with me here! Ain’t no way you going to be able to shoot through all of these guys by yourself.”
Anya still didn’t respond. “Oh please can we just get on with it?!” Marlon said impatiently.  “She obviously just wants to die. Just get out the way so we can grant her wish already!”
“C’mon, Anya you can’t die tonight!” Marty said urgently. “Gelltempo City needs you! Your like on of the few decent dogs left on the police force that actually give a crap about their job! Who gonna clean up the streets if you die? The crimiinals are gonna have a field day!”
Anya considered what Marty said, then finally she lowered her gun. “Okay, I didn’t see anything here.”
Mr. Toad lowered his gun. “Well, dats enough for me, what about you Golfox?”
Marlon sighed and lowered his pistol as well. “I guess so, was kind of looking forward to plugging a dog, but oh well, I’ll get my chance another time.”
“Well its time ta light dis place up!”
“Yeah you’re right.” Golfox turned around and step outside the room. “Go on ahead and break out the gasoline guys! It’s time to burn this looney bin to the ground!” He shouted to his subordinates. He turned to Marty and Anya. “You blokes may want to clear out of here, it’s gonna get mighty toasty inhere really fast.”  
Marty and Anya made there way outside the church as Mr. Toad and Marlon’s gang began drenching everything in gasoline.
David was standing outside at the door as thy exited. “You guys okay?” He asked “I heard this really loud voice in there, what was that?”
“I’ll explain everything later. We gotta get away from this building!”
They moved across the street from the church.
Mr. Toad, Marlon and the rest of their gangs came out of the  church which now had a billowing cloud of smoke coming from it.
“You do realize I can’t ever come after those two for anything from here on out right?” Anya said. “They can do whatever they want now.”
Marty shrugged. “Like I said it was the only way. Those guys aren’t the only criminals in the city. You got plenty of guys running around the place that are tons worse than these guys.”  
“Are they burning the place down?” David asked as flames began licking out the window.
“Yep,” Marty said. “I think we can safely say tht this is the end of the church of Tyranno. “
Siren began to sound in the distance. “Well looks like we better hightail it out of here.” Marty said.
“You guys can go.” Anya said. “I am still the detective assigned to this case, I have to give a report.  Don’t worry, I won’t tell them everything, but this bombing case needs to be closed.”
As everyone quickly made their way out of the church, Mr Toad remain at the entrances. Pulling out a book of matches he struck one. He took one last look at the broken animatronic with its head lying on the floor. “Rest in pieces Mista Tyranno.” He murmured. He then lit a cigar in his mouth and then tossed the flaming match onto the gasoline soaked floor. He watched the flames began to spread for a few moments and then he turned around and left.
He left the building and stood a good distance from the church and stood there watching it burn He was joined by  Golfox.
“Well I guess dats da end of dat! In all da year of me bein’ in da business I can’t say I’ve ever seen any crazy stuff like dis before! Cigar.”
Marlon slapped the cigar out of his hand.
“Hey what’s da big idea ya big palooka, ya know how much dough dese thing cost?” Mr. Toad agrily bbsnapped, picking up the cigar.
“So are we suppose to be bloody chums now?” Marlon snapped angrily, “We team up to shoot a few nutters together and now we’re off to the bloody pub for a pint? Is that how this is suppose to work? Maybe you did’t kill my parents, but I still haven’t forgotten about how you killed my brother you slimy bastard!”
“Oh please.  Gimmie a break will ya? He came at me! Alright. Drove up to my warehouse! What was I suppose to do? Jest roll out da red carpet for him?”
“You mailed his severed head right to my parents doorstep. My mum was the first opened the box you know, she had to see her own son’s bloody head!”
“Oh well I apologize for dat, dat was mean for Charles ta see, not da lady, but ya gotta unda stand we were at war at da time. I was jest tryin’ ta send him an effective message.”
“Oh yeah, well I got a bloody message of my own to send to you! You can talk all tough but I know ou lost a lot of your people in that explosion at the casino! You arern’t as powerful as you used to be! I ain’t gonna rest until I end you, you got that Toady?”
“Well if ya wanna play it dat way den fine. I’ll finish what I started five years ago, and bury da last of da Golfoxes in da bottom of da bay!” Mr. Toad shouted back
Marlon’s paw went for the gun tucked into his belt. Mr. Toad raised his own machine gun and pointed it back at him. Then they heard the sirens in thhe distance.
“Sounds like da dog are comin’, We best be makin’ tracks now or else we’s all gonna be doin’ time in da slam!”
Marlon froze for a minute. Then move his paw away from his pistol. “Don’t think this is over Toad! “ He snarled. “I’d best be keeping a constant glance over your shoulders from here on out if I was you!” Marlon snarled. “Alright mates looks like we’re done here, lets clear the heck out!” Marlon and his gang all piled into a big black van and peeled off into the night, the tires schreeching on the pavement.
“Oh yeah well I’ll be waitin’ for ya! Sor bring it on!” Mr toad shouted back. He then sighed sighed. “Great” He muttered to himself. “Dis is just what I need.”
One Week later.
“We Gather here today to honer our fallen officer Grover Bristlefur. He was a good dog, and brave. He gave his life in the line of duty, protecting this city.” The raven priest cawed.
Soft sobbing noises came from Grover’s Mother and several other of his litter siblings who sttodd at the front of the funeral procession dressed in black attire.
“Anya, You were Grover’s partner for five years. Perhaps you night have some words?” The raven cawed
Anya sighed as everyone looked at her expectantly. She really didn’t want to do this. She walked up and took the podium. “Umm. Grover was a very nice easy going creature.” She said. “He always knew how to have fun in life. I now wish I could have gotten to know him better. I had the chance to, he kept asking me out on dates but I didn’t- I was always too busy. . .” She lost her voice and the tears began dripping from her eyes.
Crankjaw quickly ran up and gently guided her away from the podium.
Gorvers Casket was lowered into the hole in the police grave. Five dogs marched up dressed in white ceremonial police dog uniform and tossed there heads back and howled towards the full pearly white moon, a traditional sendoff for dogs that have fallen in battle.
Grover’s casket was lowered into the ground. After the funeral the mourners gather around the grave to watch the dirt get thrown on top of it.
“I read your report last night, some pretty crazy stuff,” Cranjaw said to Anya “Never woud have thought Craig Boulder woud stoop that low.”
“Yeah” Anya responded. “I was very shocked too,”  
“So you say a bunch of guys broke in and started shooting? And somehow that Tyranno animatronic go damaged in the gun battle?”
“Yeah someone hit the thing with a grenade and the head fell off. I was escaping the building while everyone else was distracted.”
“Hmm. Why didn’t you call in or anything once you got out of there?”
“They and taken my phone and radio!”
“Ya could have still tried to find a pay phone or something.”
“I-I’m sorry sir, I guess I wasn’tb thinking strait . . .”
Crankjaw sighed “Its okay detective, I guess you can’t really expect anyone to be thinking on their feet after going through what you went through that night. You know we found the remains of Craig Boulder along with the remains of the rest of his congregation that was in the church at the time, a lot of the bodies have been burnt to a crisp, but whe found where some of them appeared to have what looks like bullet wounds.”
“I don’t, a little bit after I got out, I heard a lot of gunfire, then those creatures that were shooting the place up came out. Then the church started burning.”
“Well it would figure that these nutjobs would piss the wrong creature off sooner or later, especially if they were targeting crime bosses. You wouldn’t have gotten to see who any of these guys where would you?”
“No I was too far away to get a good sniff of them.”
“Blast it!! I just wish we could have taken that turtle in! As much chaos a trouble as he  caused this city, he should have been made to stand trial for his crimes !”
Anya didn’t respond, she just gazed at Grover’ grave.
Crankjaw stood there uncomfortably regretting making Anya relive the memories of that fateful night. “Hey look, you really should take some time off, you have weeks on top of weeks of unused vacation days, I think its time you start using some of them!”
“Thanks for the suggestion sir, but I would rather get back to work.”
“No, no, you’re not understanding me, that was an order not a suggestion. If your going to be working for the GCPD were going to need you with your mind functioning at full capacity and for that your gonna need some time to grieve and recover. I want you to take at least a week off at the very least, you got that?”
. “But sir I-“ She then sighed realizing that Crankjaw was not going to budge on the matter. ”Okay fine, I’ll take the week off.” She mumbled.
The grave was finally filled with dirt everyone began moving back to their cars. Anya started to make her way to her car.
“Officer Jenkins!” Crankjaw called.
Anya turned around.
“Umm, if you ever feel like you need anything like I dunno, someone to talk to or somethin’ feel free to call me on my personal line, alright?”
“Thanks.” Anya responded, “I’ll keep that in mind.”

“Okay listen up Barfy! I’ve had just about enough of your crap! If you and me are gonna keep being partners, we’re gonna have to get  few things strait!  First off stop calling me Pooch! My name is Wilfred! Second off we’re gonna start doing things by the book. You and me both know that skunk didn’t need to be shot in the leg! And third, stay the heck away from my sister! She’s way too high class for the likes of you!”
“Hey, well you know I never asked to get stuck with your stick up the behind butt anyways!  The chief decided to put you with me so we’re gonna have to work this case together like it or not! So why don’t you get off my back?!“  
Marty chuckled  as the commercials came on.
“So you really like this show?” David asked reach into the big bag of fishy bits, that they were sharing on the couch. It was the next night after the incident in the church.
“Of course, why not? It’s the best!”
“Oh well you just didn’t look like the type to like ‘Barfy and Pooch’, I though you’d find it kind of corny.”
“Of course its corny! That what make it so great, This always lightens me up after a long day of work.”
A knock sounded at the door. Marty got up and opened the door. “Why hello Mr. Toad, How are you tonight?”
“Well If ya want me to be honest wicha I got one thing dat are gonna be a pain in da butt ta deal with on my mind.” Mr Toad responded. “I’m  not as big as I used ta be since my casino got blown ta bits, and I think dat Golfox kid is startin’ ta smell da blood and is goin’ ta start muscling his way on my turf. So now I gotta deal with him before he starts causin’ problems for me.”
“Geez,” Marty said. “Well, good luck with that.”
“Yeah yeah, so anyway I was just dropping by ta thank you for da good job ya did workin’ on da case, and to show dat I’m a toad of my word, I givin’ you da other half of da payment.”
He nodded too his to bodyguards in the back of him, Phil and Louie. Phil held up a suitcase and Louie grabbed it and help it up and popped it open presenting the contents to Marty.
“Dere’s da other thousand just as I promised, you can count it here if ya want to.”
Marty took the money out the suitcase. “Thanks, I’m just glad I’m done with the whole thing, wow this is a lot!”
“Well look I gotta go but I wanna let ya know, I like ya, ya made it on my good side!”
“Oh yay me.” Marty responded sarcastically.
“Heh, heh, funny guy huh? But anyways if ya ever need a favor from me, like ya need someone whacked or somethin’ give me a call alright and I’ll see what I can do.”
“Well I guess I’ll keep that in mind,” Marty said Pocketing the money in his trench coat. “Though I don’t think that will be happening anytime soon.”
“Yeah well I’m outta here, I gotta fox problem to deal with!” And with that Mr. Toad, Phil and Louie left the doorway.
David had switched off the TV so he could easedrop on the converstion at the door. Marty walked back in and dropped the wad of money down on the coffee table David’s eye’s widened as the stack bounced slightly on the table.
“Sweet Kitty Bastet! That’s a lot of money!” He exclaimed, ogling the stack of cash.
Marty plopped down on the couch next to him, “Yeah I know, and that’s only half of it, I still got most of the first half he gave me in the safe in my room.”
‘Geeze what are you even going to do with all that?” David asked.
Marty stared at the money on the table. “Don’t know yet.” He picked it up a weighed it in his paw. “Wanna go to the mill pond?” Marty asked. “The drink are on me tonight.”
David grinned. “Yeah sure just let me get my coat.”

Lonely Rock Island Prison Facility  

Lonely Rock was a prison facility built on an island that stood over a five miles away from shore in Geltempo bay. The island was formed by chunk of rock that stuck out several feet above the ocean level forming a large plateau. It stood there stubborn and unmoving against the ocean waves that angrily crashed against the rock.
This was where Geltempo kept its most dangerous and hardened criminals. The island was chosen as a place to build the prison because it was virtually impossible to escape from. Any creature that manage to survive the drop from the edge of the island into the waves would then have to swim for days nonstop in order to get back to shore.
There were three recorded escape attempts from the island but none of them were successful, two drowned trying to swim to shore and the other died after getting dashed amongt a patch of sharp rocks.
There was only two way for a prisoner to escape from the cold desolate rock, one was if they served out there entire sentence at got pardoned by the city and the other was death. Mostly all sent to Lonely Rock took the latter way out, either dying from old age, getting murdered by fellow inmate, execution or suicide.
It was nighttime in the lonely rock prison, It was rec time for the prisoners in cell block E. To guard dogs sat in chairs at the front as the prisoner mingled about the rec yard, a small area on the hard rock surface of Lonely Rock enclosed by a fence, some were kicking a ball around and others were throwing a frisbee. The guards didn’t seem too concerned with watching the yard as one had fallen asleep and the other was idly pawing through a magazine.
A small skunk kit who looked way too young to be wandering amongst the fierce stone faced looking inmates walked his way through the yard. He wore a pair of dirty overalls over a greasy shirt, and a short little hat.
Suddenly a ball flew in whacking him in the head knocking him face first on the ground.
A weasel ran up grabbing the ball. “Hey you messed up my wicked cool pass with your head stupid!” He growled at the kit. “Why don’t you watch the heck where you’re going!!”
“Waah!! That hurt. You need to watch where you’re kicking that ball!” The little skunk cried,.
The weasel whacked him in the back of his head with the ball making him fall back on the ground.
“Shut up! You know I get mighty sick about how you prance around like you own the dang place! ‘oh look at me, I’m Onioneye the skunk, I can go anywhere in the prison I want because they let me keep a key card, nobody cat hurt little old me cause I’m Scarsnouts little errand kit!’ Well guess what you little punk, Scarsnout can’t watch you every moment!”
“Is that right?” Rumbled a deep gravelly voice behind him.
The weasel slowly turned around and his eyes widened with fright as he saw the speaker. It was a huge honey badger towering over him, with narrow fierce eyes and a long scar which ran from his right cheek all the way up hiss snout. “You have a problem with my little guy?” He growled
“Problem?” The weasel asked shakily, “Oh nonononooooo, Scarsnout! I was just helping little Onioneye here! You see he tripped and fell and I was helping him-“
“Waaah! He beatin’ me up!” Onioneye screamed.
“Is that so?” Scarsnout rumbled.
“No no! You know how young ones are with imagination-“
Scarsnout grabbed the weasel by the collar and lifted him up high into the air until his eye were level with his own.
“Now you better listen very closely because this the last time I’m gonna say this to you! Onioneye here works for me now, and while he’s working for me, he’s under my protection. Now if you don’t want your legs broken, don’t mess with creatures under my protection, you got that?”  
“Y-yes sir!” The weasel sputter, “I won’t ever touch him again I swear!!”
Scarsnout threw him down on the ground and began kicking him in the side.
The Guard dog looked up from his magazine. “Hey! You guys stop it over there, before I make you spend the night in the cave!” he shouted not bothering to actually get up.
Scarsnout gave him a final kick, “Get out of my sight.” He growled.
“Yeah, and don’t come back ya big poopyhead!” Onioneye shouted.
“Shut up!” Scarsnout shouted at the skunk kit as the weasel quickly scampered off. “Your fifteen minutes late!”
“I’m sorry,” Onioneye cried. “Please don’t hit me!”
“Just take this!” The Badger slammed a small palm sized box into Onioneye’s chest. “Now I want you to listen to me very carefully, you are to sit out here and wait till Cell block F has there rec hour. There will be a cat on the weights in the exercise room. Give the box to the cat, he will give you a brown envelope. Bring that envelope back to me! And don’t let the guads see it! You got that?”
Onioneye nodded his head. “Yeah!”
“Lets hear you repeat it back to me!”
“Ummm, Take the box to the cat in the  weight room, Get the envelope and don’t let the gaurds see the box.”
“Don’t mess this up for me again.” Scarsnout snarled. “If you do I will bop you up aisde the head a few good times again.”
“Ohh! Please don’t hit me again!” Onioneye pleaded. “I won’t mess up I promised!”
A loud buzzer sounded. “It was time for the inmates of cell block E to return to their cells. “Just don’t screw this up!” Scarsnout growled before turning around and heading off back to Cell Block E. Onioneye sat on the bench at the back with the box in his little paws. He looked and the small cardboard. He shook it and heard a few loose items rattling around inside.
It would be half an hour until Rec hour for Cell block F began. Eventually the curiosity burning in his mind got the better of him. He wanted to know what was inside the box. He thought about it for a minute and then came up with a plan. He wouldn’t be technically be opening it if it fell on the ground and happened to fall open.
He held the box as high as his little arms could stretch and then ‘accidentally’ let the box slip from his paw. The box hit the ground making a soft noise. The lid to the box fell off revealing the contents inside. There were ten makeshift cigarettes, amateurishly rolled up around some dried up crushed leaves. The was also a book of matches with a logo of a bright pink bunny on it.
Onioneye’s eyes went wide with delight when he saw the matches. It had been weeks since he got to watch something burn. He picked up the book of matches and struck a single one and watched it burn, getting memorized by the flickering flame. All too quickly the match was blown out in the wind. Onioneye sighed with frustration. He needed something to make a bigger flame with. He felt around in his pockets looking for scraps of paper that he could use for kindling. But he had no luck all he found was a half-eaten biscuit that he had saved from lunch.
Taking a bite out of the biscuit he scanned the empty yard, looking for something he could burn. His eyes then fell on the cigarettes in the box. Maybe no one would notice if just one of the cigarettes were just a little bit burnt. He struck another match and set a tiny piece of the cigarette on fire. This time he got a much better flame. Before he knew it, it had already burned down to his paw and he dropped it.
Onioneye quickly put the lid back on the box hoping that no one would notice a cigarette missing. The prison buzzer rang again soon and the prisoners from Cell Block F began to spill into the yard. After waiting ten minutes Onioneye made his way to the exercise building.
The room had a few rusted old hulking pieces of exercise equipment and  weight bench with a few weights scattered around it. There was a cat sitting on the bench dong curls with a set of dumbells, this cat had no tail, Onioneye recognized him. It was Manny the Manx a cat that arrive at Lonely Rock only two weeks. He was brought in for armed robbery on a bank and shot two creatures.
“What the heck?” He said as Onioneye walk towards him. “They’re having kittens do time here now?”
“This is from Snoutsnout.” Onioneye said handing him the box.
“Sweet! My catnip.” Manny said in delight. He dropped his dumbbell which hit the floor with a loud thud and snatched the box.
“The envelope!” Onioneye cried. “I need the envelope now.”
“Yeah, yeah, keep your pants on little dude, I got it here.” Manny reached a paw in the pocket of his orange prison jumpsuit and pulled out an envelope. He handed it to Onioneye. “ Tell Scarsnout I said thanks for hookin’ me up!”
“Okay, I’m leaving now!” Onioneye turned around and started to try to run out the room. But Manny had grabbed him by the tail.
“Hang on a second here, why is there only nine of these cigarettes? I was paying for ten! What the heck you think you’re trying to pull here?!”
Onioneye shugged nervously. “Umm . . . Umm . . . I don’t know”
“Well listen, you give me my envelope back and you take this back to Scarsnout and you tell him I want ten like we agreed on!”
“No please! If I mess up Scarsnout is gonna hit me again!” Onioneye pleaded.
“Not my problem kid! Now hand it over!” Manny reached for the envelope but Onioneye dodged out of the way. Manny chased the skunk around the room. Onioneye was reaching for the doorknob on the exit when Manny finally caught up with him. Grabbing him by the shoulders, Manny lifted the little skunk of the ground.
“Give me the envelope you little punk!” He shouted. He began viciously shaking the poor skunk really hard trying to make him drop the envelope.  All of  suddenfrom out of nowhere a long pink whip like strand dropped down from the ceiling, literally appearing out of nowhere. It whip itself around Manny neck and began to tighten.
“What the- hurk!” Manny began thrash about, struggling to pull off the pink thing that was holding his neck.  But the pink strand refused to ease up on the cat, lifting him off the floor as it strangled him.
Onioneye fell down on the ground landing on his round fluffy bottom, feverishly he scooted away until his back it the wall.
It was the Pink Whip! Onioneye had heard whispers and rumors that the prison was haunted by a vengeful spirit of a wrongly convicted prisoner that was executed there. It was rumored that it would kill anyone unfortunate enough to come across it, by strangling them to death with a pink colored whip. This had to be it, Onioneye could think of no other explanation of what was going on.
In his fear Onioneye sprayed the foul smelling liquids that skunks produce from his bottom. The Pink Whip suddenly released Manny dropping the cat on the floor. Manny stood up rubbing his neck and gasping for breath and then consequently gagged on the foul smelling stench Onioneye had released into the air.
“Geez kid,” He grunted. “You think you could turn the stink of for a second?”
Then the dumbbell that Manny was curling earlier floated off the ground. Manny gazed at it not quite believing what he was seeing. Then the dumbbell slammed itself into his head. The cat fell down on the ground. Then dumbbell rose up again and slammed itself into the back of the cats head a second time. It rose into the air and hit Manny’s head a third time this time making a sickening wet cracking noise as the cat’s skull caved in.
Onioneye watched this bizarre gruesome scene wide open eye. He then relized that the Pink Whip would come after him now that the cat was dead. The got him on his feet, he then ran as fast as his little legs could carry him, out of the exercise building and into the Yard.
To be continued in “Marty Mask and the Ghost of Lonley Rock”
I'm feelling a little depressed because I just seen a trailer for a new Disney movie coming out, and after reading up on it on Wikipedia, it looks like th world and setting of this movie is almost the same as the setting of story I've been working on for years. know I know if I ever decided to publish it or do anything with it it won't sound as original now, and people will probably think its a ripoff. But I don't feel like scrapping it because I put a lot of work into it. Should I go on and try to finish it?
Ch 12 Lord of the Reptiles

As she was being rolled into the building Anya felt the ropes that tied them loosen. As the sheets were ripped of Anya tensed herself preparing to attack her captors she couldn't bite because her and Grover's muzzle was tied tightly shut by a length of wire so they couldn't cry out for help. She would have to try to head butt them and strike them in the head with her paws.
Before she was able to attack she found herself staring down the business end of a pistol held by Crocco.
“Just in case either of you two gets the bright idea of trying something sudden, I think you'd both best know, that Crocco here will not hesitate in blowing your brains out if you make him the slightest bit nervous. So if I'd just sit tight and do as I'm told if I were you. Now get up off there slowly one at a time, put those paws up in the air as you do it. You first”
Anya had no other choice but to follow the turtle's orders for now. She couldn't risk getting herself and Grover shot. After she had stood up and raised her paws in the air, Crocco took her cuffs of off her belt and roughly twisting her arms, he cuffed her paws behind her back.
“Now you, it’s your turn now.” Mr. Boulder said to Grover. Grover slowly climbed off the cart and Crocco quickly gave him the same treatment with his own handcuffs.
“Sit!” Crocco ordered motioning to the metal folding chairs
As she sat down, Anya took a moment out from glaring at her captors to access her surroundings. She appeared to be in a large room with a high ceiling which seemed to be somehow covered by some thick fog. The place appeared to be a sanctuary of some kind. Two rows of wooden pews filled the floor of the room. But the main feature of this sanctuary seemed to be the Giant skeleton standing on a stage in front of the rows of pews.  Behind it was a giant stained glass window depicting a giant lizard like creature with a bulbous head. Its head was tossed back in a roar as a volcano erupted in the background behind him.
“I must got I have work to do. Watch the dogs, make sure they don't try anything until Tyranno has dealt with them.” Craig Boulder ordered Crocco.
“You mean you're going to miss the service again? But don't you want to see Tyranno deal with these two? “
“I have been given a direct mission from Tyranno himself!” Craig proclaimed. “As much as it pains me to, I must go. You have been given your part and I have been given mine!”
And with that he made his way down the row of pews on the side, disappearing through a small side door in the corner of the front of the sanctuary.
They sat there in front of the watchful eye of Crocco for five more minutes. Anya brainstormed desperately attempting to come up with a plan to escape. She thought about getting up and head-butting Crocco real hard and trying to take his gun. But it would never work. Even if she did manage to catch Crocco off guard, the others sitting in the pews would probably be on her before she could try to go for his gun. As she continued racking her brain for other ideas, a robed rattle snake slithered up to the podium shaking his rattle into the microphone causing everyone to be quiet.
“Let us all praise Tyranno” He proclaimed.
“All praise Tyranno” The crowd said in unison. “True supreme ruler of the Earth and Lord of all reptiles. Let every reptilian tongue praise his holy name!”
Brother and sisters, I thank you for gathering here today again. I will also like to give thanks to Sylvia for giving her life in order to carry out the latest bombing of that Vulture's mansion. We shall meet her again when Tyranno brings the reptile paradise back to Earth and she comes back in her new dinosaur body along with the others who sacrificed themselves for our cause as well.
“Now as you may have noticed we have captured two creatures who would try to interfere, and stand in the way of Tyranno's holy plan.”
“Are those police dogs?” A lone voice asked from the crowd.
“Yes these dogs are with the police.” The snake responded.
“Why the heck would you bring them here? There whole police force is probably going to be looking for them!”
“Yeah I don't wanna go to jail!” Another voice whined from the crowd.
“Do not fret my brothers! These mortal dogs cannot stop the will of Tyranno!” The snake said trying to keep everyone calm. But his words were to no avail. The crowd had started murmuring amongst themselves as others began voicing their concerns. He tried to silence everyone by shaking his rattle into the microphone but it didn’t seem to have any effect as the panic in the crowd began to rise.
Suddenly The Skeleton on the stage behind the rattle snake came to life. Blue flames appeared in each of his eye sockets and it threw its head back to let out a huge earsplitting roar that filled up the whole sanctuary. “SILENCE!!!” It commanded in a loud booming voice. Everybody grew deathly silent.
“YOUR COMPLETE AND UTTERAL LACK OF FAITH HAS ANGER ME GREATLY!” Tyranno continued. Anya and Grover were both wide eyed attempting to process what they were witnessing. Was that skeleton actually talking?
The crowd went nuts at this. Everyone began wailing and crying blubbering to Tyranno for forgiveness. Some were even throwing themselves out of the pews, into the middle of the aisle pressing their faces to the floor, sobbing into the carpet.
Everybody became silent.
Crocco grabbed Grover by arm and forcefully yanked him out of the chair. Anya got up with a howl of protest and tried to stop the crocodile from dragging her partner off. She tried to head butt him but Crocco was ready for her, he jabbed her hard in the stomach and she doubled down whining in pain. He then shoved her back into the chair. He tossed his gun to a lizard standing nearby. “Watch her.” He ordered. “Make sure she doesn't try anything until we are ready for her.”
Crocco dragged Grover down the middle aisle and threw him on the floor directly in front of the Tyranno fossil. Grover tried to get up but Crocco forced him back onto his knees.
Suddenly there was a crack of thunder and a bolt of lightning descended down from the fog covering the ceiling striking Grover in the back. Grover shook and howled as the electricity coursed through his body. The he fell to the floor dead, his body still smoking.
The crowd went wild at this, loudly cheering and roaring with praise. Anya moaned in despair as she helplessly watched her partner’s charred corpse drop to the floor.
Crocco marched back up the aisle and grabbed Anya roughly by the arm.  She to resist but Crocco’s grip was firm. He dragged her to the front of the sanctuary in front of Tyranno. “KNEEL BEFORE TYRANNO MAMMAL” Tyranno ordered.
Anya simply glared defiantly back at him. Whatever this thing was, she wasn’t going to give it the satisfaction of seeing her fear.
Crocco smashed her hard in the shins with his nightstick forcing her to fall on her knees. Anya squeezed her eyes shut, whimpering in pain. She thought of everything she had done, she thought of all the effort she had put in too try to make the streets  of Geltempo a safer place. She wondered if she made a difference as Tyranno again began to throw his head back and roar for the second time.
Suddenly several gunshot were heard from outside the sanctuary. Everyone turned towards the double back doors from which the sound had come from.
Suddenly they were kicked open and a fox wearing a black leathery jacket busted in holding a hand gun. “This is for my parents you scaly rotters!” Anya recognized his scent. It was Marlon Golfox, last surviving member of the Golfox family. He aimed and fired his gun shooting the rattlesnake priest in the head killing him instantly. He was followed by a toad wearing a trench coat and fedora. Anya recognized him as Mr. Toad. Rumored to be the toad in charge of the amphibian mafia.
“Yeah, what he said! Oh and dis is for my casino, ya crazy bastards.” He pulled out a very large machine gun. Anya instinctively made herself flat on the floor and Crocco managed to dive out of the way in time. Others weren’t as lucky as Mr. Toad began to strafe the sanctuary with bullets. Several reptile that were in the middle of the aisle died there. As they were shooting, each of the two crime lord’s respective subordinates begin to spill in firing their weapons as well.
However it seem that the reptiles weren’t entirely defenseless.  Many of them appeared to have their own side arms which they began firing and their attackers. Several of the attacking side fell.
“I told ya dey’d be packin’ heat! Get to some cover ya numbskulls!” Mr. Toad shouted. Everyone scrambled to hide behind a pillar or pew or anything they cloud use as good cover several getting shot as they ran.
Anya began crawling towards the side of the sanctuary and the gun battle raged on she there were two lizards sitting on pew in the front row but they had already been shot dead.  She peered down the side walkway and was surprised to see none other than Marty Mask waving at them from behind a pillar. Keeping his body low to the ground he scampered on all fours towards Anya.
He grinned at her while staying crouched down behind cover. “Hey Anya, “He said. “Whatcha doing on the floor? Trying to arrest the dust mites?”
Anya glared at him.
“Heh, hold on I think I can get those cuffs off.” He felt around in his pocket for a few seconds and then pulled out an object that looked to be a small slender sewing needle. He then carefully wiggled it around in the keyhole of the cuffs that Anya was wearing and after about half a minute it clicked opened. As soon as her paws were free Anya undid the wires the held her muzzle shut.
“What are you doing here? I thought I told you to stay out of this investigation!” She snapped at him.
“Yeah you’re welcome.” Marty responded.
“Please don’t tell me that you’re the one responsible for all these criminals in here shooting up the place.”
“Well I saw them taking you into here, I had to do something, but you can’t expect me to take on all of those guys by myself! “
“”You could have called the station, they would have sent in some back up.”
“Yeah sorry but I kinda promised these guys I’d lead them to the guy in charge of the whole thing so that they can issue some payback personally. I don’t think they be too happy with me If I were to get the police involved in this and I’m really not trying to get on anyone else’s bad side. “
“Okay but don’t think this is over, when we get out of this, you and me are going to have a long talk down at the station. Where’s that cat that’s been with you on your little escapades lately, Is he here too?”
“Yeah David didn’t really want to be involved in this whole gun battle so I have him outside watching the door. But what about your buddy Grover? Didn’t he get taken in with you?” Marty asked.
One look at Anya’s face and Marty put together what happened. His demeanor instantly change and his smile vanished.
“Oh no, don’t tell me!”
Anya nodded tears running from her eyes.
Marty slammed a fist into the ground. “Dammit I was too slow! What happened to him?”
She pointed at the Tyranno fossil standing on the center stage. “It was that Tyranno thing.”
“Tyranno? You mean that thing is actually real?”
“I don’t know! But that thing can move and talk!  And then it killed Grover with a lightning bolt!”
“A lightning bolt? But how the heck is that possible?”
Suddenly they were cut off by a load earsplitting roar from Tyranno. It shook the room stopping everyone in their track. The flames in Tyranno flared up greatly as he roared.  “CEASE THIS BLAPHEMY AT ONCE!” It thundered with rage with its loud booming voice.
The gunfire stop for a minute as the gangsters were all busy trying to figure out what was going on.
“Everybody fall back.” Mr. Toad ordered his gang.
“Yeah back off mates” Marlon said. “Hold off until we sort out what kind of nutter we’re dealing with now.”
Most of the attackers followed the orders of their bosses, carefully retreating to the back of the sanctuary.
One frog however remained in the middle of the main aisle. He seem to be very unsure of what to do. Shakily he pointed his gun up at the fossil.
“Franky, what da heck is you doin’” Mr. Toad yelled at him. “I said ta fall back!”
“I-I ain’t afraid of youse!” He fired his gun of twice. With the second shot one of the flames in Tyranno’s right eye socket went out.  Before he could get a third shot off a lightening bolt shot down from the mist on the ceiling striking him dead.
“Blimey!” Marlon exclaimed in amazement. “This thing has some actually power!”
“Alright I’ve seen enough!” Marty said standing up and clicking his pistol.  
Anya grabbed him by the arm. “Hold on, your not going to try to fight that thing are you? Are you crazy? Did you not just see what happened to that frog?” She snapped at him.
“I sure did!” Marty replied. “And thanks to that, I think I have an Idea of what going on here. It’s time I put an end to this little show!”
Anya hesitated for a minute and then let him go. “Just be careful alright. I really don’t want to have to deal with another death tonight.”
Marty grinned at her. “Don’t worry, I ain’t planning on dying tonight!”
Ch 11 The Church of Tyranno
“Well jeez is that rude or what?” David fumed angrily as the walked down the street. “After all that help and information you gave her she's gonna still just kick us out like that?!”
“Yeah that Anya for ya, she really doesn't like working with me sometimes so I kinda figured she'd try to get rid of me as soon as she felt she didn't need me anymore.”
“Why does she hate you so much” David asked.
“Well you see Anya always did like to do thing by the book. Heck I even think she even memorized the darn  book sometimes, my style is a bit more unorthodox. I don't wait for things like warrants before breaking in a house or something if I need to find some evidence. I don't follow any codes, or rules when I investigate. Sometimes she needs my help when solving a case,and that pisses her off to no end.”
“Jeez she an be a real jerk sometimes!”
“Hey, go easy on her will ya?” Marty said. “I know she can be a huge grouch sometimes but Anya is one of the few decent souls in this city, she's the most dedicated dog I've seen trying to make these streets safe.”
Marty turned left at the first corner they got to.
“Wait, were are we going?” David asked, “The bus stop is the other way!”
“I'm about to head down this alley coming up, should take me to the back of the studio. There's just one more thing I'd like to look into before calling it a day.”
“Wait why? Anya might actually arrest us for sure if she catches us back in that building!”
“Who said anything about going back inside?” Marty said. “He then pulled out his phone and dialed a number on it. “Hey Nina, its me Marty, . . . Yeah you on your lunch break yet? . . .  great, can you meet me in the back of the building? . . . Thanks you're a real peach.” He closed his phone and put it away. “Lets go.”
They arrived to the back of the fluff network studio. There was a small parking space  outside the back double doors where a small white truck sat idle in the lot. On the other side of the lot there was an overflowing dumpster.
There was a set of double doors and a small bench next to it. A squirrel was sitting on the bench with a smoking cigarette in her paw. David realized that this was the receptionist that had greeted them when they had first entered the studio. She still no longer had the plastic smile plastered to her face.
Marty walk up to the bench and greeted her. “Hey Nina!”
“Hi Marty, I'm sorry but I can't get you back in, that hard nose detective really doesn't want you getting back in there, and frankly she's kinda scary and I'd rather not piss her off.” Nina replied
“Don't sweat it, you done more than enough for me already, getting us those janitor suits and getting us in that dressing room.”
“Hey it was the least I could do after you helped me find my kitten at the mall.”
“ah, it was nothin', I couldn't pass up a sow in distress without helping, besides it was pretty easy to figure out that the little tyke ran off to the nut bread store, Anyways its okay if you don't wanna get me back inside, I think I've already found out everything I wanted to know in there anyways. I actually wanted to ask you some questions. You told me that lots of the staff for that building like to gossip with you about the going ons there, so I was hoping that maybe you would have some information that could help me out.”
“Well sure I try to answer them,” Nina responded. “I so sure of how much help I can be, only thing I can tell you about Batty that you probably don't already know is that he can be a real jerk-wad sometimes, yelling at me because the lights in his dressing room are too bright! Like I'm supposed to do something about it, I'm the receptionist not the dang electrician!”
  “Actually I wanted to ask you about a lizard named Zenny Scales.”
“Zenny Scale? Where did you hear about him at?”
“Well lets just say his name popped up during my investigations.”
“Ain't that the lizard they found splattered on the ground in the Otto's department store lot?”
“Yeah that sounds like him.”
“Hmm well I don't know exactly who he pissed of to deserve that kind of end but I do know a little bit about him since he used  to work here,  Zenny used to be  in charge of the special effects there, and he was the best at it. Every explosion and stunt that happens on 'Barfy and Pooch'  or any of our other shows  and movies on the Fluff Network, they are all his design. I don't what Craig Boulder's gonna do now that he's dead, the guy was a master at illusions and tricks, I don't really think we'll ever be able to find anyone as good as he was.”
“ Hmm. Well that's interesting, but I was wondering how did Craig Boulder feel about the guy.”
“How did Craig feel about him?”
“Lets just say I have reason to believe that Mr. Boulder didn't entirely trust Zenny.”
“Really? Oh jeez, well I didn't see anything to suggest that, in fact it looked like they were working together on something before he died.”
“Have any idea what it was was.”
“Well at first I wasn't sure, but then Mr. Boulder started have a bunch of creature work on this giant animatronic skeleton for some new horror movie we were doing called 'Attack of the Living Fossil'. Zenny Scales was in charge of constructing it. Weird part is just as they finished building the dang thing, Batty cancels production for the movie.”
“Did he give any reason for this?”
“All he said was the movie wasn't going the way he envisioned it. Still doesn't make sense though, The studio spent a lot of money building that animatronic.”
“What ever happened to this animatronic.”
“I think we're keeping it in the studio warehouse down the street.”
“Hmm, I might have to pay this warehouse a visit.”
“Well good luck getting in there, They got a 24 hour guard there and I can't help you getting in that place, you on your own.”
Before Marty could respond the back doors burst open. Craig Boulder hurriedly rushed out followed by a huge crocodile wheeling a metal cart. Its cargo was covered by a thick white sheet that was tied over it with rope.
Craig Boulder almost jumped when he saw Marty, David and Nina.
“Nina what the heck are you doing out here?! And who the heck are these guys?!!”
“I'm on my lunch break, I always have it at six o'clock. These are my friends, we were  just chatting.”
“Well your lunch break is over, now get back in there and get back to work!”Craig Boulder snapped as the crocodile loaded the cart onto the truck. “And tell these friends of yours to get off private studio property before I have their butts arrested!This ain't a social club.” And with that, he and the crocodile climbed into the cab and the truck began to lurch off.
“Geez, what crawled up his butt and died today?!!” Nina snapped irately throwing her cigarette down and grounding it out with her foot.
“Sorry to take off on you like this Nina but I gotta go follow that truck, thanks for you help. C'mon David, let go.” Marty said really quickly.
By the time Nina looked back up Marty had already taken off full speed after the truck. David had hesitated at first but then ran after Marty.
“You guy be careful out there!” She call out.
Marty turned around for a second and wave at her. “Thanks doll, will do.” Then  her continued chasing after the truck.
Marty and David ran out of the alley as the truck reach the street it began to speed up, but it the had to stop for the red light at the end of the block.
Marty scanned the street. “Oh thank goodness its a taxi.” A fox had waved down a tax and was preparing to board it. Marty ran up and shoved the fox to the side. “Sorry pal but I need this cab more than you right now.”he said as he climbed in the taxi followed by David.
“Hey what's the big idea?!!” The fox began to protest. David shut the door on him and the fox began angrily beating on the window.
“Hey I saw that!” The rabbit cab driver said. “That wasn't right or fair, You gotta wait till your turn, Now I don't think I can in good consciousness-” The rabbit stopped talking as soon a he saw the wad of cash Marty had shoved through the window.
“There more where that came from if you don't lose that truck up there!” Marty said pointing at the truck.
“Yes sir!” The rabbit said starting the taxi up and driving up to the back of the truck.
The light changed green and the truck lurched into motion, followed by the taxi car.
“So you wanna tell me why we're following this guy?” David asked.
“I'm just getting a bad feeling about that cart, Craig is acting kinda nervous when he ran out the door. Plus those sheets on the cart were practically drenched in scent eraser, whatever or whoever it is under those sheets, Craig don't want us smelling.”
“Yeah I haven't seen Anya or Grover since she kicked us out the building and I've just tried calling her phone and was not able to reach her.”
“. . . Wait you don't think that's them tied up under those sheets do you?”
“that's what I intend to find out!”
They followed the truck down a couple of blocks until it turned down a big driveway next to an old, abandon looking rundown church.  
“It looks like their stopping, you can drop us off right there.” Marty said to the driver slipping a few more bills through the window and pointing to an area about three feet from the driveway.
After the taxi dropped them off Marty walked up to the side of the driveway, then pressing his body against the wall he peaked his head around the corner. He the back up a motioned for David to come over. “It pretty dark in that alley, I understand that cats have the best night vision, so you feel like you wanna take a peek?”
“Okay, I guess.” David carefully crept up to the edge of the building the he poked out his head to look down the driveway.
The truck had stopped at the side of the building and Craig Boulder and Crocco stepped out. A rattlesnake in a black sleeveless robe slithered out the side door. “What took you so long?! Service is about to start in five minutes!” He said.
“Sorry, I ran into a little complication. But I'm here now aren't I?” Mr. Boulder responded.
Crocco began to unload the cart off the truck, and there were defiantly signs of something alive trapped under the sheets as the shapes under them was squirming and struggling against the rope that firmly held them down.
“And what the heck is that?” The snake asked.
“Two police dogs that tried to get in the way of our holy mission! We shall use them as sacrifices tonight to demonstrate the power of Tyranno.” Mr. Boulder responded.
The snake look worried. “Those are dogs? And you brought them here? Do really think it was wise to bring police dogs here?”
“Don't tell me your doubting the power of Tyranno! We have the protection of a god behind us now! No puny mortal powers such as the police force can get in our way now!” Craig Boulder declared as the cart was wheeled into the church.
David leaned off the wall and crept back to Marty. “It looks like you're right, they've got Anya and Grover! And it looks like they ain't got much time left either, a service is about to start in five minutes and Craig Boulder said something about them being sacrifices.”
“Oh geez that doesn't sound good!” Marty murmured, “Well dang, now I gotta do something, I can't just let them get killed like that! Looks like we got to cancel this service.”
“Are you nuts?!” David hissed. “That church is probably full right now, we'd be way outnumbered.”
“Have you forgotten already?” Marty Mask said pulling out his phone, “We got backup.”
Ch 10 The Stain of Truth

“Hmm, so this must have been written by that blackmailer!” Anya remarked.
“Blackmailer? You know about a blackmailer?” Marty asked “Is there something you'd maybe like to clue me in on.”
“And why the heck would I share information with you? You're not a part of this investigation,  you're not even with the police!”
Marty shrugged.”Oh well I guess you got a point, you don't need to be telling me anything. I mean I was going to tell ya how Batty's suicide was connected to all these bombs going off all over the city. But hey you're  I'm not on the police force. We should just keep each of our own investigations to our self”
That made Anya pause for a moment. “Y-you can't fool me like that, I-I know you're just bluffing, You probably don't know anything!”  She said uncertainly after a few seconds.
Marty didn't respond he just pulled a cigarette and lighter out his coat pocket and lit it.  He pulled a long drag of it a puffed the smoke out of his mouth.
After about a minute Anya broke down.
“Alright, tell me what you got.”
“You first.”
“ You first? What the heck do you mean by you first?!'”
“Well you didn't think I was gonna just start talking for nothin' did you? I'll tell you what I know when you tell me about this blackmailer of yours.”
“Okay fine!” Anya said. “But you better not be messing around with me because I can still haul your tail off to jail for interfering with a police investigation!!”
She told Marty all about her visit to Elaine Nocturne and all about the video that she watched there.
“Hmm, Interesting,” Marty said thoughtfully, “So that's why Batty felt he had to cooperate with this blackmailer!”
“Yeah, now its your turn! Tell me how all this connects to all the bombs that's been going off!”
Marty shrugged “Well a deal's a deal I guess.”
Marty told Anya about his investigation into the explosions and how he traced the connection back to The Church of Tyranno.
“So your working for filthy criminals now?” Anya responded. “That's a new low, even for you Marty!”
“Hey,” Marty responded, “Its not like I had a choice! My brother's a tough guy but he can't handle the entire Amphibian Mafia on his own!”
“You should have come to the police for help!”
“No offense Anya, but I found that the Geltempo police aren't the most reliable when it comes protecting creatures that ain't rich!”
“That's not-” And then she stopped herself realizing that Marty was right. Not all of the dogs in the police department had protecting the city as their top priority.
“Whatever! So what your saying is this church of Tyranno is behind all the bombings?”
“Yeah and someone is playing these guys like a fiddle! They've tricked Batty in to shooting himself and made it look like a divine act of this Tyranno  God just so they'd believe in him and blindly do whatever he said!”
“But I guess you don't no who this person is yet?”
“Nope but that's what I'm trying to figure out.”And with that Marty returned to sifting through the trash.
“Why the heck are you still going through the trash?!” Anya asked. “We got the note, what else are you expecting to find in there?!”
“There's still a piece missing.” Marty said.
“Does it matter? We can see the whole note. It's just a corner piece missing! There isn't nothing on it.”
“C'mon Anya you're supposed to be a detective, you should know this!” Marty said holding up a small ball of paper. “A puzzle is never complete until you've fit in every last piece.”
He unrolled the paper and placed it into the corner where the piece was missing.
“You satisfied now?” Anya asked.
“What's this right here?” Marty asked tapping a small red blotch with his claw.
“Is that blood?” David asked.
Anya knelt down and sniffed the paper herself. “No it's not blood. Is just some kind of spicy food sauce.”
“Hmm. Looks like our blackmailer was enjoying themselves a little snack when they wrote this.” Marty remarked.
“Wait a minute!” Anya said. She sniff the paper again. “I smelled this before!”
She handed the paper piece to her partner. “Here Grover! Don't you recognize this scent?”
Grover took the paper and sniffed it. “Huh? Is this from that crayfish Craig Bolder was eating? Wait- you don't think?”
“Lets not go jumping to conclusions here! We need to just talk with him for now.” Anya replied.
“Craig Boulder huh? That's the guy that runs this place isn’t it? Interesting.”
“Yeah its  interesting alright, but this is as far as you go!” Anya replied.
“What do you mean by that?”
“What I mean is that this is an official police investigation and you're not a part of the police. So take a cab and go home. We can handle it from here!”
“What are you serious, you would’ve even known to question the guy if it wasn't for Marty!” David said.
“I'm sorry, but the law is the law. I can't be bringing civilians around on official business!”
“It's okay,” Marty replied shrugging. “I can find another lead.”
“I'd really suggest you'd just go home and let the police handle this! If what you’re saying about the bombings being involved in this is true than this is way to big for a lone private detective to handle!!”
“Sorry Anya but I gotta make a living somehow.”  Marty replied.
“Fine, play it your way, but if you get in my way I will take you in!” Anya said. “Now your five minutes is up! Now get out of here and take those silly janitor uniforms off!”
Anya personally escorted Marty and David out of the building after they changed out of the janitor outfits to make sure that they left for good. She then instructed the security guard on duty to not under any circumstances allow the raccoon access back into the building.
She and Grover then headed to the reception desk to ask about speaking to Craig Boulder.
“Oh, Mr. Boulder went to his office just a moment ago!” The squirrel chirped brightly.
“And which way is this office.” Anya asked.
“Oh, I'm terrible sorry but Mr. Boulder has requested that nobody is to disturb him for the next couple of hours, perhaps you can come back in the mourning and speak with him.”
Anya took her badge out and slapped it on the desk in front of her. “Listen, I'm in the middle of a very important investigation here. So Mr. Boulder is just going to have to deal with being disturbed for now! Now tell me where his office is!” she snarled at her.
“Umm-umm O-on the twelfth floor s-second door on the right.” The squirrel stammered nervously.
“Lets Go!” Anya said to Grover. They entered the elevator and got out on the twelfth floor then they walked down the dark red hallway and opened the door to Craig Boulder's office.
Craig boulder was sitting at his desk talking to a large crocodile sitting on the other side.
“Hey its the Detectives!” Craig Boulder greeted them. “So are you done investigating Batty's death yet?”
“Well not quite.” Anya replied. “But we did find out a couple of interesting facts and some of them I'd like to ask you some questions about.”
“Well Croco” Craig said to the crocodile. “Looks like we're going to have to finish this discussion later.”
Croco nodded and got up and left the room through the door.
“Would you like to have a seat?” Craig Boulder offered.
“If its all the same to you, we'd rather stand.”
“Well okay, what did you want to ask me about?”
“Okay so what I'm about to tell you is confidential and you are not repeat this to anyone!We have reason to believe that Batty did not intentionally commit suicide.”
“Oh jeez. Are you kidding me? C'mon now, he verily clearly shot himself in the head on live television! Just cause he bought some plane tickets doesn't mean he couldn't have change his mind and decided to off himself.”
“We've found out some more decisive evidence that the plane tickets today.” Anya replied. “We found a box for a prop gun in his desk, Batty was planning to only pretend to kill himself tonight. But someone secretly switched his fake gun out for a real gun and he ended up unwittingly shooting himself in the head with live ammo. Also a ripped up note was found in the trash. It was assembled back together and it looked like a blackmail letter instructing Batty to fake his death.”
“Okay well maybe your right. But I still don't get what this has to do with me.”
“Well there was on part of this blackmail letter that was  particularly interesting” Anya walked to the trash can next to the desk a took  out an empty carry out container that Craig Boulder had eaten his lunch out  of. She opened it and sniffed  the leftover sauce in the bottom.
“Wow, are you Geltempo cop so underpaid you gotta eat out the trash?” Craig boulder laughed.
“This special crayfish sauce,” she said. “We found a stain of it on the black mail note. Whoever wrote the note was eating the Crayfish special from the seafood place down the street. Now I called this diner and they told me there's only one creature who regularly orders the Crayfish Special and that creature is you. I also find it oddly convenient that the creature who replaced his prop gun was only able to do so because you call Batty away to your office at the last minute.”
Craig Boulder frown at Anya. “So what exactly are you implying officer?”
“Well I think you may be a suspect in the murder of Batty Nocturne and we believe you may be tied to the bombing as well. I'd like to ask you to come down to the station so we can ask you some more questions.”
Craig Boulder stood up slowly with a serious look on his face now. “That won't be necessary now.” He said rapping the desk twice with his fist. “You police detectives are a little bit better than I had hoped you would be.  You know about the truth behind Batty's suicide and you've somehow managed to connect it to the bombings. You already know way to much more that I would prefer you know.”
Anya took out her gun a pointed it at him. “So let me get this straight, are you confessing?”
Craig Boulder shrugged rapping his desk again. “Well yes I suppose you could say I am. It was so pathetically easy fooling that idiot bat into shooting himself in the head.”
“Well this is as far as whatever your plan is goes! You're under arrest for- Hey wait a minute, why do you keep hitting the desk like that?”
“Now Croco!” Mr. Boulder shouted.
Anya heard footsteps rushing up behind her and she spun around but her reaction was too late. It was Croco who had silently sneaked back into the office at Mr. Boulder signal. He had rushed up behind her raising a big blackjack in the air and brought it down hard on her cracking her  in the skull. That was the last thing she remembered before losing conciseness.
Grover went for for his on gun. “Hey what are you doing-” Croco was  on him before he could draw his weapon. He hit  the dog with the blackjack full strength across the face. Grover did a full half spin in the air before crash to the floor with a broken jaw.
“Well that was a little too close for comfort.” Mr. Boulder remark after both of the dogs were knocked out on the floor. “Let hope they haven't radioed in to the station yet, or this might make things even more complicated.”
Croco took out a gun cocked it. “shall I kill them now?” He asked.
Mr. Boulder angrily waved his hands shaking his head. “No you idiot not here! Everybody in the building's gonna hear the gunshots, besides I got a better idea than just killing them now. We can use them in tonight's service.  Get some rope and tie them up, then get a prop cart and some sheets! And be quick about it! We gotta get them out of here before they wake up!”


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Micaiah Parker
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Current Residence: Detroit
Favourite genre of music: Video game music
MP3 player of choice: Dingoo
Favourite cartoon character: Donkey Kong

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BeardoMan Featured By Owner Jul 9, 2015  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
I appreciate the fav immensely mi amigo.
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thanks for the watch!
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Thanks for the Llama, bud!
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Just returning the favor I guess
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Heya buddy! :wave:

Amazing writing! =)

Keep up the grand work! ^_^

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Thanks, that meant alot to me.
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you can not grasp the power of the attack
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U like Earthbound too huh?
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I do.
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