When The Past Becomes The Future

When Pups Fight

"How did you...guys that's not...I never...I don't remember any of this, I swear!" he shouted. Skye looked at him hurtfully, then turned away.

"I can't believe I ever had anything..." she stopped herself. Her anger was directed at herself. "So, so, so, stupid!" she said, stomping her paw. However, Zuma took a more, violent way of expressing his hurt.

"You betrayed us?" shouted Zuma-making it sound more like an accusation than a question- launching himself at the German. Chase wasn't expecting it to happen so fast, and he was kicked clear to the other end of the wall. Zuma was going to follow up, but was quickly disabled by Marshall, putting Zuma in a neck hold.

"Wait, Zuma," he said, not upset, but more thoughtfully. Zuma growled, but did as he was told, still glaring daggers at Chase.

"No. No, I won't believe it! You were my first dog, Chase. Before there was even such a thing as Paw Patrol!" said Ryder in anguish. "You'd never do such a thing! Never, I can't...I can't..." he stopped, and just looked at Chase. "Say it isn't so!" he said.

"I promise I never did anything! I didn't, I wouldn't, I'd never do this!" Chase swore up and down he didn't do it, but the image was clear. Jason just smiled.

"Not as trustworthy as you thought, eh, Paw Patrol?" he sneered. Even Ryder began to doubt Chase.

"Chase," Rocky rasped, gasping for breath. "Why would you do this to me? You know how evil he is, but you still...what did he offer you? Money? Fame? Power? I hope it was worth it, because that's what you sold our friendship for." Rocky said, painfully. He didn't say it angrily, and he didn't put Chase down. No, he just said it in a voice full of pain, self-regret, and sadness. Chase sat down and howled in pain.

"I'm telling you, I didn't do it!" he cried.

"Chase, how do you explain this, then?" asked Jason.

"You framed me!" shouted Chase, looking ready to spring at him.

"Nuh, ah, ah, remember your friend, or well, used to be, friend," said Jason, lightly tapping the button. Rocky whimpered a little, sharp pricks of pain coming through the chains and burning his tender flesh. "But I'll be fair. You told me Rocky is a genius when it comes to computers. Rocky, has this picture been faked?" he asked. Rocky looked up slowly, every movement an overwhelming effort.

"Ruff...goggles," he said. He scanned the picture, reading the coding script, and seeing if any changes had been made in it. "Ruff, retract." The goggles slipped back into his uniform.

"Rocky, tell us this isn't true.'' He's lying to us! said Chase boldly. Rocky turned to him, tears shining in his eyes. When he spoke, it was quiet, but very clear.

"It was not faked. This is a legitimate picture," he said, turning his head away. Marshall let go of Zuma. Jason smiled and said,

"Game 1 is now in session, fighters ready... fight!"

Zuma flew across the ground as if on wings, slamming into Chase again. Chase hit the ground, rolling to the side just in time to escape Zuma's unsheathed claws. He turned the roll into an attack, kicking himself up off the floor with one leg, the other striking Zuma in the jaw. Zuma stumbled back, spitting out blood. His paw glowed as he fixed his broken tooth, and when he set it down, there was a great amount of rage in his eyes.

"You little backstabbing mutt! I'm going to make you wish you were never born!" he said, lashing his claws against Chase. Blood slid down his chest, and Chase threw his paws up.

"Please! I don't want to fight you." Chase said.

"Chase, you know you want to fight him...don't you?" asked Jason. Chase looked tortured, but then his eyes flamed.