MINE! ALLLLL MINE!
It was late in the night, or early in the morning depending on your point of view.
Tavear had already knocked on the large wooden door and was now staring at a most peculiar scene.
The moon shone down upon a very small table with several objects sitting on chairs around it and a man in a top hat serving them tea.
The room reeked of alcohol and the man did not seem to notice; most likely because he was already too drunk from the "tea" to tell.
The man looked up at Tavear and smiled.
"Hello. COme on, you can sit in the rabbits seat, He was late for a date so we went ahead and ate. Would you like a bite of cake?"
Tavear smiled and sat in the tiny vacant chair.
"No thank you, Abell. Tea will be just fine. The doctor said you weren't going to have these episodes anymore. Why are you relapsing, Abell? I thought you got past your past..."
Abell jumped up from the table looking pained by something.
"I'm not having an EPISODE! I don't have MENTAL PROBLEMS!"
He flipped the small table, spilling the plates and cups across the room.
Tavear slowly got up from his small chair and calmly stood in front of Abell.
"Don't get upset, I wasn't insulting you. I was mearly inquiring why you are locked in this game."
Abell's eyes gave a murderous look into Tavear's.
"Because everything is a game." he hissed from between clenched teeth.
Tavear grabbed his wrists, pinning his hands above his head as he slammed Abell up against the wall.
"Then a Game we shall play."
He picked Abell up and threw him over his shoulder like a child.
Abell pounded his fists against Tavear's back as screams of anger erupted from his lips.
"Damn it! Tavear PUT ME DOWN!!"
He struggled as much as he could, twisting and turning, screaming and kicking.
Abell had a faint idea what would happen if Tavear got his way, and Abell was going to fight and scratch so that wouldn't happen.
Sadly, things weren't working in Abell's favor.