DM149: Sly Cooper will be a badass! SlyxCarm action! Just thought I'd let you guys know whats coming up in this new story. Strange first chap but I figured it was necessary.

Carmelita bolted up in bed as she woke up from her not-so-peaceful slumber. She had the same nightmare that she had been suffering through for the past few days.

(Flashback; nightmare)

Carmelita was in a place she recognized as the local history museum, but it was late dusk out, and she was not alone.

She was observing an argument in the central lobby take place between 2 German Shepards in army uniforms, sporting M14 assualt rifles, and the other party in question was a complete surprise to her.

Sly Cooper was shouting inaudible sentences at the soldiers. But his usual blue shirt, gloves, cap and boots were not present. Instead he wore black street shoes, tattered blue jeans, a white hoodie unzipped and over a black shirt, and a dark brown leather jacket that had a strange blood-red symbol on the back.

But it wasn't just his clothes that were different. He seemed to have a darker sense about him, and his eyes showed pure experience and pain. She found it somewhat…alluring.

But before she could process this strange turn of events, her body was pulled forward. She had no control over her actions, and after shouting "You fucking monsters!" at the soldiers, she tried to punch one upside the head, but it didn't go so well.

The dog caught on quickly and blocked her attack with his arm, and before she could counter, the soldier used the butt of his rifle to whack her across the head and send her to the ground. Once she regained composure and sat up, she saw the same soldier cock his gun and aim it at her head.

At this, Sly yelled out "No!" and leapt in front of the line of fire. Carmelita was in horrific awe as she witnessed Sly's blood spurt out from his back from where each bullet hit him. She couldn't believe what she was seeing, not only was Sly Cooper of all people taking bullets for her, but after the soldier emptied a full 32-round clip, Sly was still standing strong.

After the bullets finished, Sly simply cracked his neck, put up his hood and outstretched his arms. Once his arms were at full horizontal angle, pitch black goo covered his arms. It showed off Sly's biceps as its pure black, gothic texture reflected the lights with its shiny surface. When it reached his hands though, it turned his fingers into silver, razor-sharp claws.

Then once it was done, He let out an animalistic cry as he lunged at the first soldier. Once he was on top of the soldier, he instantly started ripping him to shreds, blood and chunks of gore scattering as Sly' claws dug into him. After 3 seconds, the soldier was dead and Sly got off of him only to lunge at the second soldier.

Sly was much less brutal with the second, when he lunged he only slashed his torso once. The soldier was clutching his chest and was about to fall backwards and die, but Sly caught him. Sly's arms changed back to normal as he held the dying dog by his shirt. Sly pulled back for a punch and Carmelita expected the soldier to go flying. Nope.

Sly's fist made contact with the soldier but instead of knocking him back, his fist went clear through his chest, causing a loud crack sound and for blood to spurt out of the soldier's back. Sly's arm remained in place for a few seconds before he sharply pulled it out of the now definitely dead soldier, who did actually fall to the floor this time.

Carmelita's mind was horrified at what she saw, not to mention that Sly had done it all. But her body was not afraid at all, like she had seen it all before. Just then, he started walking towards her, she wanted to scream, run, anything but just sit there, but her body wouldn't let her.

He finally made his way over to her, but instead of attacking, he just kneeled beside her.

"Don't worry Carm, I'm right here." He said with honest serenity. Then he entwined his only semi-bloody hand with her's. But the weird part was that she was clutching his hand back.

(End of nightmare flashback)

The dream ran through Carmelita's head once more as she stepped out of the shower and put on her navy blue robe. She shook all thoughts of Sly and the dream out of her head and picked up the paper, figuring some reading would get her mind off of things. She was sadly mistaken when she saw the headline:

"Sly Cooper; finally behind bars."

DM149: DUN,DUN,DUUUUUUNNNNN! What did you think? On a scale of 1 to 10, how badass do you think Sly is going to be in this fic? Read and review plez!