Dragon's Wrath
Angel had turned around to look for Bugs. But he was shocked at what he found…or lack thereof.
"Bugs!" called Angel again
Bugs had disappeared, with as much as a trace. Angel thought Bugs was too injured and worn out to as much as to stand up. But he found himself staring back at an empty alleyway. Where could have he gone?
Elsewhere…
A hooded figure was walking along the gloomy streets of downtown. He walked by a rickety old shop. From it emerged a tough looking ruffian. They exchanged glances and continued on their way. The hooded figure walked into the shop where the ruffian came from. Inside, there was a crowd of men of similar standards as the ruffian. They looked up at him. Some shot evil glances, others ignored the newcomer. The hooded figure went to the counter in the back. The owner was there. He gave a questioning glance. The mystery costumer stopped and looked.
"What do you want, punk?" demanded the owner
"Weapons…"responded the character in a low coarse voice
"Really?" the owner smirked.
He didn't respond
"And how do you expect to pay for them?" said the owner crossing his arms
The figure produced a roll of cash from his pockets. The owner lifted an eyebrow in interest. He picked up the roll and counted the money. He set the roll down and went under the counter. From there he produced a small box. He opened it and revealed a set of brass knuckles.
"That chump change will get you this, bitch," he mocked
The others in the place laughed at him.
"Don't spend all your pennies in one place…" called one of the others in the room.
The figure was unfazed. He swiftly pulled out two other rolls of bills. The owner stopped laughing…
"Well, now we're in business," he said
He opened the display case and revealed the array of guns: Automatics, semiautomatics, and even sniper riffles. The figure glanced down and looked up, unimpressed.
"Blades…" said the figure
"Lucky for you, I have a stock of those shits…" he said going to the case behind him.
Once he opened the doors, there was a glimmer from all of the knives and switch-blades on display. The figure scanned all of them, but none got his attention. Until at the very top shelf, he saw the perfect choice. It was sheathed in black leather. The designs on the handle were of Asian origins. The owner noticed his interest.
"The Dragon's Dagger? A fine choice…" said the owner
The figure reached for it and held it in his hands. He unsheathed it and revealed the double edged dagger. It had a hook-like, jagged curve which must have been ideal for piercing…
The figure sheathed it and began to walk away.
"Hey bastard! What about my money?" called the owner
"Here…" in one swift movement, the figure had shoved the money into the owner's mouth.
The others in the room got up to confront him. He, however, coolly turned to face them.
"Hey! No one disrespects Charlie! Just who do you think you are asshole!" demanded the gangster
"We're gonna teach you a lesson!" yelled another
The newcomer looked as though he was going to speak, but he showed no concern. He lifted his arms in front of him, and unsheathed his new weapon. The first gangster attacked; the newcomer dodged him by ducking down, and when he rose he slashed him across his stomach. The gangster shriveled up in pain. Another gangster tried an attack, but the newcomer stepped to the side like a matador against a bull and jabbed the blade in his shoulder. The newcomer used the lodged blade as a support to swing around the gangster's back and kick two others in the process. Those gangsters collapsed to the ground in a heap. More joined the fight, but the newcomer dodged them and countered with his own attacks. In the blink of an eye, the newcomer did a roundhouse to a large gang member; as he fell, the newcomer grabbed him by the back of his leather vest, jabbed the blade into his side and used it like a pitchfork to fling him across the room into other gangsters. Even more came at him. The newcomer dove underneath one of them, slashing their legs, and tackled another. He flung him over his back and stood face to face with another gangster. This member was in shock, and did nothing to attack. The newcomer let him be, and turned his back. That gangster snapped out of it and tried to use it to his advantage. He took out his own switchblade and was about to strike him in the back when he stopped out of breath. Without even turning around, the newcomer had pierced his blade into the would-be stabber's gut. The newcomer pulled out his blade and let the man fall to his knees.
The owner gawked at the sight of the bloody pile of disposed gangsters on the floor; with the newcomer in fighting stance glaring down at them. The newcomer wiped his new weapon clean and sheathed it. He didn't bother to acknowledge his own handiwork, and left the locale like a gust of wind.
On the streets, he walked with only a single mission in mind.
"A life for a life…" muttered the figure
Elsewhere...
Even though it was late afternoon; the day seemed as dark as night. The rain that had kept falling for days only dampened even more the spirits of the mourners. They had been following the casket to the Cemetery of Lost Angels. The dearly departed was to be delivered to her final resting place. This ancient ritual from centuries past only drives the subjects to ponder of their own eventual end, adding to the sadness of the atmosphere. They reached the grave where they would give their final farewells. The speaker was finishing his eulogy…
"...She had a fiery personality, a fighter for her beliefs. She has done many great things and we are all proud of her; proud to have known such a kind and admirable woman such as she was. Lola Bunny, you will forever be missed,"
They began to lower the casket into the grave. The mourners tossed in their flowers with her, wishing her a peaceful rest. Gladys watched with tearful eyes as her youngest daughter was going deeper into the mother earth. She could no longer bear her strife. She collapsed on to the ground and began to cry. Her husband, Larry, got to his knees and cradled her in his arms. He too was beginning to cry; a cry with all the sadness in the world. The family looked on, feeling for their loss. Kate and Brandon also could not hold back their tears, seeing how their parents had broken down emotionally. They were never going to see their baby sister again…all because some jerk stole her away from them. Unbeknownst to them, the jerk was right in their mists; staring emotionless at the grave. They watched as the grave was sealed forever…with their precious Lola within.
The mourners began to leave the gravesite. Solemnly and silently they left under their umbrellas, sending their condolences to the immediate family. As Brandon was walking behind his grieving parents, he turned back to look at the grave. There was someone still there. He walked back to grave.
"Are you alright?" asked Brandon
"I'll be fine…" said Andy
They looked on to her tombstone; which read:
Lola Bunny
Loving Daughter, Sister, and Friend
"I just need some time alone," whispered Andy
"I understand,' said Brandon quietly backing away
Andy stood there alone. He looked up to see if everyone was gone. They were…
Andy moved in closer and kneeled before Lola's tombstone.
"Too bad it had to end this way, doll. But you had to get that attitude and now see what it's done to you. You should have never defied me, we could have been so happy together. You would be getting your time on the court and I would be getting my paycheck. But don't worry, not all is lost. Just because you kicked the can doesn't mean I still can't make money off of you. You do realize that your fans are gonna go crazy for all your shit, right? I really didn't think about that little bonus that night," he laughed to himself
"I enjoyed our times together, I really did. But all good things must come to an end. You were cute, but not quite the kind of woman I'm used to. You were good to have around, but like I said we have to move on to bigger and better things. Well…I move on at least," he chuckled, "Hey, it's your own fault. You went behind my back, you little whore. No one can mess with the man…and doll, you did. Goodbye and better luck next time…oh yeah, you won't!" he laughed once more at his sheer brilliance. When he stood up, the storm around him seemed to react to his evil deed. The thunder crashed and lightning flashed as he began to leave the victim's grave.
Then there was an odd silence around him. He turned around and saw something…or rather someone. The hooded figure had come from behind a tree and approached him with a ghostly aura. He stopped a few feet away from him. Lighting flashed again and it revealed the man under the hood.
"You!" said Andy, "well…isn't this a pleasant surprise."
The hooded figure removed his hood and revealed a dark and cold looking Bugs Bunny. Helooked tired and worn out, an easy oponent. However, he wasdriven by the hate in his heart and that was all he needed to fulfill his mission.
"Come to pay your respects?" said Andy sarcastically
"Da only one who is gonna pay is you…" said Bugs
"I thought you would. But it won't work. The police will never believe you. They will arrest you the minute they see you,"
"Who said I was gonna go to da police?"
"Ah, you see, I thought about that too…" he said reaching behind him
He pulled out a gun and began to fire, but Bugs dodged all his bullets. He ducked under a tombstone as Andy kept firing. Andy searched for him, but Bugs kept moving from tombstone to tombstone, avoiding Andy's sight.
"Come on out!" yelled Andy
Then from behind a mausoleum, Bugs dashed towards his target. He jumped up and unsheathed his new weapon, the Dragon's Dagger. Andy only had a split second to react. Andy stepped back and raised his gun. Bugs slashed downwards, however he missed his intended target. The Dagger had sliced the barrel off of Andy's gun. Andy staggered backwards and was in shock. Bugs slowly turned his head towards his target, from the crouched position he landed in. Bugs slowly stood up, glaring with murder in his eyes.
"Not feeling very manly now, are you?" said Bugs
Andy couldn't find the strength to say anything. He was backing away from Bugs, until he felt a fence with metal rods at his waist.
"You're not a man. You never were. A man would never be such a coward. To strike her in the back, when she had no way of defending herself! You abused her trust, you filthy son-of-a-bitch!" yelled Bugs, "don't you realize what you have done! You killed her! The mother of your child!"
Andy eyes grew wide for a moment. But then he suddenly gave a smirk.
"So, that's what the bitch wanted to tell me," he said
Bugs was about to attack, but Andy made the first move. He had pulled out one of the rods from the fence and used it as a spear. Bugs barely dodged the first strike. He then kept moving back, dodging each of the strikes. However he didn't realize that Andy was pushing him back to an open grave. Bugs was about to use his Dagger to deflect the attack, but Andy did a faker and struck the blade out of his hand. He struck once more; causing Bugs to stagger back. The muddy ground around the mouth of the grave was weak and gave under Bugs' weight. He fell into the grave, but he tried his best to hang on to the edge. Andy had gained back his confidence as he held his makeshift weapon in front of Bugs, near his neck.
"This is rich…"said Andy as he laughed, "I still can't believe that's what she wanted to tell me. That's fucked up…"
Flashback
"Hey there, doll,"
Lola felt a cold hand on her shoulder and an ominous presence behind her. She dared not to turn around and face him.
"Andy!" she said nervously
"You missed me?"
"I…I have something to tell you…"
"Does it have something to do with your little training session?"
Lola eyes went wide.
"Andy…I…I can explain…"
"Explain what? I saw the whole thing…you don't have to explain anything. Well…except why you're so welcoming to him than you are to me. You really enjoyed that little romp on the court, didn't you?"
Andy's voice showed no anger. And this scared Lola even more. She felt him press up against her back. Her instincts were telling her to get the hell out of there, but she was so frightened she couldn't find any strength in her legs to run. He then unexpectedly kissed her neck. She felt her heart racing in her throat. He then whispered to her…
"I can't let you get away with it, doll face…"
Lola's eyes shot open. She felt her body jolt up with a sudden pain. She couldn't move. She opened her mouth but no scream came from it. She felt her knees buckling and she collapsed to her knees onto the floor, with Andy still behind her.
"Never mess with Andy McRabbit," he whispered in her ear
He pulled the blade from her back in one swift movement; she couldn't make a sound as she felt herself fall onto the floor. She couldn't breathe…
Pierced washer lung and was slowly drowning in her own blood…Andy got up from the floor, leaving the weapon beside her. He smirked at his deed…with a dark satisfaction.
"She never saw it coming…" said Andy as he laughed maniacally
Bugs gritted his teeth in anger.
"Just like you didn't see this one coming…"
Andy took a step back and was about to strike the final blow. Bugs let himself slip down and grab the rod in the process. Andy tried to pull it back out of Bugs' hands. Bugs began to use it to help himself out; unfortunately Andy finally had a moment of genius and let the spear go. Bugs fell back into the grave. Andy was getting nervous. He looked around for something until he finally spotted it.
Bugs got to his feet. He then pierced the rod into the wall of the grave and used it to climb out of there. As he made it to the top, he saw Andy running towards the Dagger. Bugs ran towards him. He jumped atop a tombstone and leaped into the air. As Andy was reaching the blade, Bugs impacted him with a painful flying kick. Andy crashed onto a statue. Andy rubbed his head, trying to ease his throbbing pain. He opened his eyes, and his vision was coming into focus. In time to see Bugs rise before him, with blade in hand. Andy's fear was clear as crystal.0
"You never saw dat coming….dat's fucked up…" said Bugs coldly
Andy tried to run, but Bugs got in front of him and jabbed the Dagger into his arm. He twisted it and pulled it out, taking a chunk of flesh on its hook.
"FUCK!" screamed Andy as he held his arm
"I can't let you get away…"
Andy tried to defend himself, but Bugs easily dodged his attacks. He slashed his leg, leaving a deep gash from which blood began to stream. Andy fell to his knees, with Bugs towering over him.
"Why…why don't you just kill me!" demanded the agonizing Andy
"Dat would be too easy…" said Bugs, "for da pain you've caused….you must be recompensed…"
Through the rain and thunder, Andy's screams were barely heard from the cemetery. Those whom were waiting for Andy at the entrance of the cemetery heard those bone-chilling screams. They thought that it could have been a restless spirit; one vowing his revenge…But then they thought of Andy. He may need assistance, so a pair of guards was sent to aid him.
Andy was in great need of assistance. He was drenched…in his own blood. His attacker had strategically slashed Andy's wrists, as well as the back of his elbows and knees. He also had spitefully slashed Andy's face and stomach. Andy finally realized what this homicidal rabbit was doing to him; he was making him bleed to death…A slow and agonizing death. This rabbit was attacking him ruthlessly, with the wrath of a dragon. He knew not why…why all this shit was happening...why he was dieing... Andy lay at the foot of a tombstone…at the mercy of Lola's Avenger.
Andy had fallen facedown on the ground, waiting for the final blow. He did not receive it. He felt a gloved hand turn him over.
"I'm no coward..." said Bugs
Andy was face to face with his attacker.
"Why?" struggled Andy to say finally through his wails, "why are you doing this to me?"
"Why?" echoed Bugs
Bugs, oblivious to the storm around him but succumbed to the thunder within his own soul, raised the Dragon's Dagger over his head. Andy was at the core of Bugs' flaming hatred.
"Never mess with Lola Bunny!" he roared
Bugs brought down the blade for the death strike…but felt his hand being pulled back.
Bugs turned around and saw Angel there, grasping onto his wrist.
"Bugs!" he pleaded, "don't do it!"
"Let…me…go…" said Bugs harshly
"You're making a mistake!"
"Dis bastard deserves to die!"
"You are not the judge!"
"Who will give me justice?"
Bugs rose to his feet, facing Angel.
"He killed an innocent life, for dat he must pay!" yelled Bugs
"It is not your place to bestow this so-called justice. This is revenge! Killing him won't bring her back!" shouted Angel
Bugs turned away from him.
"You know what you have to do…" said Angel
Bugs stared straight ahead, breathing heavily. Angel saw Bugs' shoulders rise, then slump. Then, as quick as lightning, Bugs performed one final strike on Andy. Andy let out a long, hair-raising scream. Bugs turned around to face the astounded Angel.
"He'll live…" muttered Bugs
The two guards followed the last ailing scream. They found the owner of the scream. Andy was curled up, shaking from the pain. There was no sign left of his attacker.
"Geez!" shouted one of the guards upon sight of the damage
"Joe! Call an ambulance!" yelled the other guard
Joe called for help from his radio. He was responded by an operator.
"We need help! Down at Lost Angels Cemetery!"
"Who is the victim?"
"It's…umm…Andrea McRabbit?"