Charlie jerked awake, inhaling and exhaling hard, she could feel her blood coming back alive. Thoughts fell back on the gold rabbit that watched her from around the corner. Pushing her self up off from her face resting on her desk. There was some truth behind that. It worked the little gears in her head. Baby gears that were still there from all those years ago. She'd seen it. The green eyes, fluffy purple bow. More Charlie remembered the rabbit hugging a little red haired girl. So when her brother later warned her in the coming years of the gold rabbit. This was the only thing she could remember of it. Her twin. Charlie would never feel like she wasn't missing her full self. A twin was two, but now there was one. It started to spin more thoughts in her head. Her father went missing never being heard from again. Was this rabbit also responsible? Almost as if her mind plunged into a sequence she remembered a glimpse of her father. Tall man fumbling with wires and cords. Being given another complaint that a child went missing from the place.

Charlie's eyes were watery. She wiped away the few tears. It was old memories of her father. She hadn't seen him or thought of him for years. And than her thoughts went to the black rabbit. The bloodied suit she seen. She'd been afraid of only to learn for the first time it had been the person she loved. Charlie felt betrayed. Betrayed he didn't tell her and betrayed he couldn't be there with her now. Her hand reached up pulling the drape aside to rest her hand on the cold damp window. Rain was hanging on the glass, dreary night sky. Charlie drove to the police station unable to sit and hide from it all any longer. Even if she didn't really do that. Benjamin stared at her from across the table. "My brother that went missing... I believe the gold rabbit got him."

"I remember what you told me years ago, but we could never find the rabbit. I don't think he's around. You know karma has a way of making things right."

"It's funny that you came by here. I was just going to call you. They said he came out of the coma. You should go see him. That is if all this on the plate isn't too much for you now. I don't think he's like his father Charlie." Charlie sat back in her seat lips quivered, confusion crossing her eyes. "What? Michael? He was in a coma?"

"I wasn't going to tell you. Because chances were he wasn't going to come out of it. But you should go see him. Getting out of that is a very rare event with the type of head wound he survived from."

Charlie's cheeks looked chiseled from the life that had been dragged away from her face. Paleness washing her colors, eyes shaky.

"I'm drive you." Benjamin rose flipping his bag off the back of the chair. Charlie followed silently to the car, her expression really not recovering. "I thought he was dead."

"Well, if he never woke up...he would have been." Benjamin said. He opened the door Charlie slid in. Stiffly sitting in her seat. She was happy, but fear was stabbing into her heart. Now she would have to see him. See him now that she knew what he was, who he was. What if he was like the golden rabbit? After all he still wore a rabbit suit that had to stand for something. Could she trust him? Of course her mind screamed for her not to and she didn't feel like she fully could.

John tripped crushing face first into a stack of kitchen pans. They banged and fell silent after crashing into the cabinet that undoubtedly held more. Clop, clop, thu, thu, clop. It was fast. Close already because of John's detour from his intended direction. White could be seen first before the rest of the gray fur on the half computer like monster that pursued him. Pain got him before the wolf did. Throat crushing. John pawed at it. Yellow fingers tightening like a snake. Air was escaping, John couldn't get more. Water dripped from his eyes at how tight he felt. Would it get Charlie too?

Vision went black as he watched the purple eyes, sparkly magic, in the gold smiling rabbit's face. "Welcome home." John was lifted over a golden costume. It was much like the color of the one the rabbit was. This confused him, but then he saw the golden bear head on the floor next to it. Something crossed his mind, like a silent note. Something Charlie had said? What was it? Why was his mind wanting him to remember now? John kicked and twisted as much as he could but he was placed in the suit. His body stilled up instinctively, aware of the danger... that was what it was... she had warned him about these original suits. The spring locks. John closed his eyes tightly.

Fuzzy finger brushed at his chin as they grabbed him, wide wide smile on this evil rabbit. "You know." It chuckled playfully hopping and spinning away his arm outstretched in glee. The rabbit was agile on its large feet and twisted on a dime making the floor seem to be ice. It hopped between each leg doing an odd kind of dance, slowly backing away out of sight. "Than you know not to move..." It spoke backing up to the curtains now with only its head and hand appearing out of it. It waved and slipped away disappearing.

Charlie stared at her phone, Benjamin looked over his shoulder even through he was the one driving. "You wanted me,... come find me... come find your father."

Charlie broke into tears. The voice that had just come from the line was rust.

"Charlie..."

"He has John. He'll kill him."

"It could be a faker. The rabbit most like isn't still alive after all this time."

"Do you really believe that?"

Benjamin shook his head. He didn't really, but his mind wanted him to.

John frowned his eyes scanning over the suit. He looked down his new arms that were big and plush since he was trapped in the suit. He bet in his mind by trying to move his finger, but even that movement made his nerves jump into hysteria. Suit felt large giving him the feeling he had been swallowed whole except for the fact he didn't have the head on. Just moving would crush him, but for some reason he could tell the spring where loose left only barely snapped in place. Already left to slowly slid. What result would come of them? John's mind was a rebel showing every picture of what he could look like. He didn't want to think about it no less have his mind fill in the blank gaps with worst graphics than what he thought them actually going off wound look like. Squeezing his eyes, why couldn't Charlie just answer her phone like a normal person. John wanted to roll out of the suit, of course that wasn't possible or he'd done it. A woman entered the room sound of her shuffling steps. She looked across at the suit that held him. Could she see him or tell. She must have because she stopped over muttering to herself.

"We have to be quick.-"

"Don't it's rigged, it'll kill me."

Her hand froze lifting the head. "I think I've seen it before. "Let me help you or you will be dead... I apologize if this doesn't end well."

"Don't touch it than."

"I don't want to leave you."

John's throat got so cold chill dripping down it. He had no idea how she was. An older lady.

She gazed at the back of the suit looking for something narrowing her eyes. Thoughts of please don't touch it repeatedly crossed over his closed eyelids. John didn't sign up for this or maybe he did at shooting the rabbit. Clarence made a audible sound of annoyance, "I can't see the spring locks. I've never seen this suit before either."

John swallowed he was going to get impaled. "Could you just leave it than?"

"You have a 50/50 chance with me trying otherwise you are 100 % dead."

John wondered if it was really 50/50 with her helping. She didn't seem to sure of anything. Her expression seemed to concern if she could get him out.

"Why help me?"

"I learned that leaving someone to there fate is not the only option. You can change fate. I want to help you."

She fumbled with the suit every stab of her fingernails made John's mind scream. Impalement. Fumbling with it. There was a clicking sound. "It was part stuck and loose. Hurry up." John