Watership Down:
Let Me Die Young
Angst/Action
Monkey and Jihira
Hazel, Fiver, and Bigwig had gone on a expedition to Nuthanger Farm to collect the rabbits that they had to leave behind on their last venture.
Walking past the oh-familiar surroundings, Fiver quivered horrendously. He made his soft, quivering sobbing noise as he did when he was frightened. Hazel and Bigwig looked at him, in the dark. Hazel hopped a bit closer to him.
"What's wrong Fiver?" asked Hazel, worriedly.
"I… I don't think we should go any further…" said Fiver, quivering, as they sat beside the large, rusty automobile that the rabbits had rested under on their journey.
"Oh, come on, Fiver!" cried Bigwig.
"It's not… safe…" whispered Fiver.
"It's okay." said Hazel.
If only Hazel knew how much he had been wrong.
Fiver let himself fall behind more then ten feet, then he hastily ran up with them.
"Hazel…" Fiver began tentatively, glancing furtively around him, wide eyed. "I don't think…I don't think we should be here…"
"Don't be silly Hrairoo. It's perfectly safe." Hazel comforted.
"Hazel…!" Fiver said, beginning to be irritated at his brother. "We should go back…" Fiver warned, glancing furtively around him again.
"Hraka! We're going and that's final!" Bigwig snapped
short-temperedly. Fiver whimpered, intimidated by the much larger Bigwig. Hazel became a bit protective of his brother.
"Bigwig, you didn't need to snap at him like that!" Hazel barked, angry.
"But he's talking nonsense Hazel-rah!" Bigwig yelled, obviously irritated. A note of pleading was in his voice. Suddenly, Fiver stamped out a warning and Bigwig paused long enough to smell the enemy.
"A cat…!" Bigwig breathed.
"He's right! I smell it too!" Hazel said, obviously distressed because it was Tab, the cat who'd almost killed him long ago.
"I told you! I told you! I warned you!" Fiver yelled in a kind-of 'I told you so' way. He nervously jumped from one spot to another, then huddled to the ground, quivering like a frightened child.
"Well, well, well… Three little bunnies…" said Tab with a hiss. Her eyes were gleaming an unearthly yellow. Her eyes scanned slowly from Fiver, who was trembling terribly, to Bigwig, who was poised to fight or run, before stopping and meeting Hazel's wide, terrified eyes. "Hmmmmm…I know you…" Tab hissed softly, plodding closer to Hazel.
Bigwig had now made up his mind. He wasn't going to run at all. He was going to fight, even if it was to the death. Hazel felt a shiver run from the tips of his ears to the tip of his tail, stemmed from Tab's vengeful, hypnotizing gaze.
Tab's thoughts, meanwhile, were centered only on vengeance. Lucy had long since left the farm, and her father didn't care whether Tab killed a rabbit or not, especially a lame rabbit. Tab, of course, then was consumed with an overwhelming desire to kill Hazel, at least, maybe the other two, depending.
"We must run - now!" cried Fiver, as he kicked lose fragments of earth into the tense air as he ran. He landed himself under a shrub on top of a small hill, overlooking the scene he had just escaped. Hearing a blood-curdling scream from either his brother or Bigwig, Fiver turned to see a repugnant scene.
Bigwig was now standing in front of Hazel, with one eye closed and blood seeping through the slit. Hazel was a quivering heap on the ground, his leg felt as if flaming needles were puncturing his skin.
"Don't worry, Hazel-rah. I won't let you die…" Bigwig had incessantly repeated, each time more and more to himself.
"You can't run, I'll only catch you…" hissed Tab to Hazel, overlooking Bigwig. With that, Bigwig lunged an attack at the murderous predator. Tab only looked with surprise for a moment, then lunged at his heavy body. Her jaws clasped on his neck, and he gasped, gulping for air and only receiving his own blood.
"I can't give up…" he thought. "Darkness…"
His eyes rolled in their sockets, and Tab dropped the warm carcass with a triumphant look on her face, as her slit eyes sparkled and Bigwig's own blood dripped off of her gleaming teeth.
Hazel's fear was overshadowing him. He was quivering horribly, lying on his side on the ground.
"Frith take me!" he thought. "Oh, dear Frith take me!" Images of himself and Fiver as young kits filled his head. When Fiver had sat beside that river, staring into the water and wouldn't come into Sandelford at night, how Hazel ventured out alone to comfort his dear brother. And he could hear Fiver's voice, constantly repeating in his head "They think I'm mad, but you know I'm not, yet you still won't listen!" He realized that Fiver had warned not to come, and now Hazel saw Tab's face darkening… disappearing… he was being consumed by darkness.
The instinct to run was screaming at Hazel, and he did so in a bleak endeavor. He managed a foot when Tab pounced and dug sharp claws into Hazel's back. His eyes were wide, he could feel the flaming needles in his leg disappearing… the legs themselves seemed to be gone. Now, flaming needles were crawling up his back.
"It hurts, doesn't it?" hissed Tab, with a twinkle in her eye, showing she was liking vengeance. She locked her stained jaws on the nape of Hazel's neck, and tossed the limp, yet very much so alive, Hazel through the air and spiraling. He landed with a gruesome thud.
Fiver was looking in horror onto the scene. He didn't really see what was happening, but, he heard things from before. Saw things from before.
He could hear his brother's faint heartbeat, echoing through a metal pipe. But, it was growing fainter and fainter. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't reach the heart beat. It seemed equally far away with every step. He could see eyes, fiery devil eyes. They were fixed upon Fiver, slanted. And horrible laughter filled the air.
"Get out of my head!" screamed Fiver. "Eyes! Eyes! I must save my brother… please, go away!" He shook his head with clamped eyes, and awoke. He looked down. Tab was throwing Hazel flaccidly through the air. Fiver crouched in fear and shut his eyes. Lightly tilting back and forth, he could only hear his brother's voice whispering… "It's okay, Fiver. It's okay. Shhhh… Shhhh…"
Hazel could feel his body and spirit crushing. He was panting with barely any life left in his paralyzed, numbing body. Tab was encompassing him, licking her lips. Hazel felt all of the life draining from him, through all of the cuts and bruises he now had.
Tab then bit down upon Hazel's leg, which had been shot once before at that very farm. The feeling was revived within his leg, which was throbbing. He could feel her teeth, as a smear of pain, growing in his leg.
"Oh," growled Tab. "I forgot. Mother said to never play with your food."
A horrible pain grew in his neck, and everything was black. Nothing was there, except for dancing colors, possibly coming to great him. "Welcome to the afterlife" one chanted.
Fiver ran down as quickly as he could to his dead brother. All fear gone, or perhaps too great to feel, he came face to face with Tab, who reeked of his brother's blood. His brother's blood… it smelled slightly familiar. It is in a synch like smelling your own dead self. But, in all of his memories, one of his greatest nagged at him, and told him that he had smelled that. In a metal pipe were his brother had sought refuge from the surroundings at that very farm.
"Leave my brother alone!" demanded Fiver, with a dangerous gleam in his eyes. "I can get the whole warren on you!"
Tab looked at him, very much so not distressed, and only walked away, swaying lightly. Fiver stared for a very long time at were she had walked away, then, Lord Frith began to rise… red.
Let Me Die Young
Angst/Action
Monkey and Jihira
Hazel, Fiver, and Bigwig had gone on a expedition to Nuthanger Farm to collect the rabbits that they had to leave behind on their last venture.
Walking past the oh-familiar surroundings, Fiver quivered horrendously. He made his soft, quivering sobbing noise as he did when he was frightened. Hazel and Bigwig looked at him, in the dark. Hazel hopped a bit closer to him.
"What's wrong Fiver?" asked Hazel, worriedly.
"I… I don't think we should go any further…" said Fiver, quivering, as they sat beside the large, rusty automobile that the rabbits had rested under on their journey.
"Oh, come on, Fiver!" cried Bigwig.
"It's not… safe…" whispered Fiver.
"It's okay." said Hazel.
If only Hazel knew how much he had been wrong.
Fiver let himself fall behind more then ten feet, then he hastily ran up with them.
"Hazel…" Fiver began tentatively, glancing furtively around him, wide eyed. "I don't think…I don't think we should be here…"
"Don't be silly Hrairoo. It's perfectly safe." Hazel comforted.
"Hazel…!" Fiver said, beginning to be irritated at his brother. "We should go back…" Fiver warned, glancing furtively around him again.
"Hraka! We're going and that's final!" Bigwig snapped
short-temperedly. Fiver whimpered, intimidated by the much larger Bigwig. Hazel became a bit protective of his brother.
"Bigwig, you didn't need to snap at him like that!" Hazel barked, angry.
"But he's talking nonsense Hazel-rah!" Bigwig yelled, obviously irritated. A note of pleading was in his voice. Suddenly, Fiver stamped out a warning and Bigwig paused long enough to smell the enemy.
"A cat…!" Bigwig breathed.
"He's right! I smell it too!" Hazel said, obviously distressed because it was Tab, the cat who'd almost killed him long ago.
"I told you! I told you! I warned you!" Fiver yelled in a kind-of 'I told you so' way. He nervously jumped from one spot to another, then huddled to the ground, quivering like a frightened child.
"Well, well, well… Three little bunnies…" said Tab with a hiss. Her eyes were gleaming an unearthly yellow. Her eyes scanned slowly from Fiver, who was trembling terribly, to Bigwig, who was poised to fight or run, before stopping and meeting Hazel's wide, terrified eyes. "Hmmmmm…I know you…" Tab hissed softly, plodding closer to Hazel.
Bigwig had now made up his mind. He wasn't going to run at all. He was going to fight, even if it was to the death. Hazel felt a shiver run from the tips of his ears to the tip of his tail, stemmed from Tab's vengeful, hypnotizing gaze.
Tab's thoughts, meanwhile, were centered only on vengeance. Lucy had long since left the farm, and her father didn't care whether Tab killed a rabbit or not, especially a lame rabbit. Tab, of course, then was consumed with an overwhelming desire to kill Hazel, at least, maybe the other two, depending.
"We must run - now!" cried Fiver, as he kicked lose fragments of earth into the tense air as he ran. He landed himself under a shrub on top of a small hill, overlooking the scene he had just escaped. Hearing a blood-curdling scream from either his brother or Bigwig, Fiver turned to see a repugnant scene.
Bigwig was now standing in front of Hazel, with one eye closed and blood seeping through the slit. Hazel was a quivering heap on the ground, his leg felt as if flaming needles were puncturing his skin.
"Don't worry, Hazel-rah. I won't let you die…" Bigwig had incessantly repeated, each time more and more to himself.
"You can't run, I'll only catch you…" hissed Tab to Hazel, overlooking Bigwig. With that, Bigwig lunged an attack at the murderous predator. Tab only looked with surprise for a moment, then lunged at his heavy body. Her jaws clasped on his neck, and he gasped, gulping for air and only receiving his own blood.
"I can't give up…" he thought. "Darkness…"
His eyes rolled in their sockets, and Tab dropped the warm carcass with a triumphant look on her face, as her slit eyes sparkled and Bigwig's own blood dripped off of her gleaming teeth.
Hazel's fear was overshadowing him. He was quivering horribly, lying on his side on the ground.
"Frith take me!" he thought. "Oh, dear Frith take me!" Images of himself and Fiver as young kits filled his head. When Fiver had sat beside that river, staring into the water and wouldn't come into Sandelford at night, how Hazel ventured out alone to comfort his dear brother. And he could hear Fiver's voice, constantly repeating in his head "They think I'm mad, but you know I'm not, yet you still won't listen!" He realized that Fiver had warned not to come, and now Hazel saw Tab's face darkening… disappearing… he was being consumed by darkness.
The instinct to run was screaming at Hazel, and he did so in a bleak endeavor. He managed a foot when Tab pounced and dug sharp claws into Hazel's back. His eyes were wide, he could feel the flaming needles in his leg disappearing… the legs themselves seemed to be gone. Now, flaming needles were crawling up his back.
"It hurts, doesn't it?" hissed Tab, with a twinkle in her eye, showing she was liking vengeance. She locked her stained jaws on the nape of Hazel's neck, and tossed the limp, yet very much so alive, Hazel through the air and spiraling. He landed with a gruesome thud.
Fiver was looking in horror onto the scene. He didn't really see what was happening, but, he heard things from before. Saw things from before.
He could hear his brother's faint heartbeat, echoing through a metal pipe. But, it was growing fainter and fainter. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't reach the heart beat. It seemed equally far away with every step. He could see eyes, fiery devil eyes. They were fixed upon Fiver, slanted. And horrible laughter filled the air.
"Get out of my head!" screamed Fiver. "Eyes! Eyes! I must save my brother… please, go away!" He shook his head with clamped eyes, and awoke. He looked down. Tab was throwing Hazel flaccidly through the air. Fiver crouched in fear and shut his eyes. Lightly tilting back and forth, he could only hear his brother's voice whispering… "It's okay, Fiver. It's okay. Shhhh… Shhhh…"
Hazel could feel his body and spirit crushing. He was panting with barely any life left in his paralyzed, numbing body. Tab was encompassing him, licking her lips. Hazel felt all of the life draining from him, through all of the cuts and bruises he now had.
Tab then bit down upon Hazel's leg, which had been shot once before at that very farm. The feeling was revived within his leg, which was throbbing. He could feel her teeth, as a smear of pain, growing in his leg.
"Oh," growled Tab. "I forgot. Mother said to never play with your food."
A horrible pain grew in his neck, and everything was black. Nothing was there, except for dancing colors, possibly coming to great him. "Welcome to the afterlife" one chanted.
Fiver ran down as quickly as he could to his dead brother. All fear gone, or perhaps too great to feel, he came face to face with Tab, who reeked of his brother's blood. His brother's blood… it smelled slightly familiar. It is in a synch like smelling your own dead self. But, in all of his memories, one of his greatest nagged at him, and told him that he had smelled that. In a metal pipe were his brother had sought refuge from the surroundings at that very farm.
"Leave my brother alone!" demanded Fiver, with a dangerous gleam in his eyes. "I can get the whole warren on you!"
Tab looked at him, very much so not distressed, and only walked away, swaying lightly. Fiver stared for a very long time at were she had walked away, then, Lord Frith began to rise… red.