Chapter 1
Heavy drops of rain fell in the warren. Small eggs ran with their little feet to find any shelter but there was hardly any at all.
Standing on its hind legs in the rain, a giant blue furred bunny was facing a gravestone under a tree. It was Jackie's grave, all made by him. The others wanted to pay their respects too but he only let them in ONCE. Then that was it. He told them to, and I quote, "Fuck off and never come back." And they did. He hasn't seen anyone for ten years, not even Sophie. He hated them all. He even hated himself for killing Jackie. It was all his fault and there was nothing he could do to bring her back.
Suddenly, his super sensitive ears picked up a sound. It was the rustle of leaves, coming from above. "Who's out there?" he said, almost yelling. "Tooth, if it's you again, I swear I'll-"
He was interrupted when the noise maker fell on top of him with a loud oof, what felt like its face in his white chest fur. When his initial shock was over, he looked at his attacker to see a head with black hair and asked, "The fuck are you?" He didn't care if anybody thought about his new way of talking was disgusting. He didn't care about anything.
When the figure looked up at him, her purple eyes meeting green ones, he froze. For a moment, he thought he was seeing Jackie, but no; this Jackie was different. One was her eyes and hair; they weren't the usual blue and white. The second was her clothes; it was a black slim dress and not a blue sweater and brown pants. Pissed off at not getting an answer, he asked again with more force, "I said, WHO THE HELL ARE YOU!"
Jacklyn got off of him and brushed off the loose fur stuck on her dress. She wanted to sleep in her new found home peacefully but no; fate had to be an asshole and let her fall on top of an oversized bunny. "I'm Jacklyn, jerk. And who are you, an oversized kangaroo?"
That was a bad idea. With a flash, he jumped off the ground and grabbed the intruder by the throat, lifting her off the ground. First her looks, second her name, and now the kangaroo nickname? He didn't want any more reminders of his dead. "NEVER call me kangaroo, alright?"
She nodded her head. The anger in his voice was very obvious.
"Now, please tell me how you got here? There were guards stationed by the entrances." he said, trying to put on a fake smile. Good cop seemed to be the right way. For now.
"Oh, the guards? I remember them. They were all big and stony, right?"
He nodded his head.
"When I first came in here, they looked liked they wanted to attack me but after one long look, they let me pass so it's all good. Maybe I looked like someone they knew?"
"Wait, what do ya mean, 'first time'?" As far as Bunny knew, he hadn't had a visitor for over 10 years.
She pretended to think about it to stall time. She's been here 6 times and still counting. Every visit she sees the kangaroo look at the gravestone under her new found home. It was kind of sad and pathetic. "Well, I've been here 6 times and sensed your despair. I am the spirit of despair after all so what's wrong? Someone you liked died?"
Good cop was thrown out of Bunny's mind. It was bad cop time. He threw her down to the base of the tree, a clawed finger inches from her forehead. "Listen to me ya little wanker, I don't care who ya are or what you're doing here but I do care about my home so I want ya out or I'll force ya out. Got that?"
Like hell Jacklyn was gonna ditch her new home. "You gotta catch me first, kangaroo."
Before Bunny could grab her throat again, the intruder phased through the tree, disappearing from sight. However, her scent was still in the air.
The chase was on.