Paw Patrol: Apollo the Not-So-Super Pup

Dangerous Territory

Chase opened his eyes and found himself to be in an unfamiliar setting. It was hard for him to move. He struggled as his body seemed to be tangled within something.

"What is this?" He asked aloud.

He received a chuckle in response.

"It's a net... You know, that tool you use to catch pests with?" Replied a voice mockingly. Chase lifted his head to the direction of the voice.

"You!" Chase exclaimed with shock in both his voice and eyes. There before him stood Thomas Jenkins.

"Yeah, me." Said Jenkins, narrowing his eyes on the pup.

Chase couldn't believe what he was seeing. "You're supposed to be in jail!" The shepherd growled.

Jenkins snickered. "Didn't you hear? I got out early for bad behavior." He pulled out a 9mm handgun and began twirling it around his finger. "I warned you not to screw with me mutt." He said darkly as he frowned and pointed the gun towards Chase.

Chase lowered his ears as his eyes grew wide.

Jenkins lowered his weapon and frowned. "What? Where's all that wit you had yesterday?" Jenkins asked, cocking his head. "That's the mutt I wanna see before I blow your ears back. I want that satisfaction... Now go ahead and say something witty!!" Jenkins raised his boot and stomped it down on Chase's back with great force, causing the shepherd to howl.

"AAAUUUGHH!!" Chase yelled over in pain causing a small tear droplet to form in the corner of his eyes.

"You costed me a great amount of money sticking your nose where it didn't belong, german shep-turd." Jenkins then swiftly kicked Chase across his nose, causing another pain filled howl to escape the police pup. "So... how are you gonna make this up to me?" Jenkins asked with a smile as he crouched down, casually placing his arm around the tangled pup. The evil intent was clear in his eyes. It took a moment for Chase to regain himself and respond.

"L-Let me go and turn yourself in! You're only making things worse for yourself!"

Jenkins laughed aloud as he stood back up. "Ahh there it is. That spunk I was looking for." He said while clapping slowly. "I'll bleed that right out of you. Oh! That reminds me... I have a surprise for you." Jenkins motioned his hand over to a dark side of the room. A light immediately flickered on and Chase gasped at what he saw.

"No... No-no-no-no-no." Chase cried unable to look away. Ryder, Katie, Cali, and the other five pups each laid on the floor, tied up in a pile; bullet holes placed in each one of their heads.

"We may have gotten a little bored waiting for you to wake up... so we decided to play a little game of Russian roulette." Jenkins said, twirling his gun around his fingers once more. "I honestly don't know how you slept through all the fun filled screams." He laughed.

"You're... you're a monster..." Muttered Chase with tears.

"No, I'm a winner!" Jenkins yelled throwing his hands in the air triumphantly. "I figure selling a few of your friend's organs to the black market should more than compensate for the cash you costed me."

Chase started to tremble as he began hyperventilating.

"Aww poor pup... Don't have a heart attack on me." Jenkins said, faking a look of concern. "The pleasure of killing you belongs solely to me and ME alone." He raised his gun and pointed it back at the shepherd's face.