Chapter 5
Penguin
What the fuck have I done? After standing looking at the blood-soaked body for what seemed like an eternity, I still couldn't grip the reality of the situation. Blood seeped against my shoe, like the tide washing up against the shore. Footsteps were approaching. It was most probably the GCPD, although I tried to panic, I failed. This wasn't real.
A distinct figure then appeared at the door, my first instinct ordered me to drop the tool. As it hit the floor it made a heavy, metal, clanging sound. They had a scarf that covered half of their face. All that was visible was the person's eyes and black hair. Considering they were spectating a murder scene right before them, the person didn't seem phased by the sight. 'Okay, so… so get all of the rabbits you can and follow me.' I recognised that soft, husky voice. Although I couldn't recall. 'I guess this is your first kill then?' All I could possibly do was stand there motionless. The mysterious person sighed, then proceeded to look me directly in the eyes. 'look, if you don't start moving, the GCPD will be sure to catch you, just…just come with me and I'll make sure nothing bad happens to you.' Staring into his light, green eyes, I was certain that I had gazed deeply into them once before.
Okay, he was right, if I didn't move right now, the police would be soon to arrive, and I would be in prison for life. My mind was on auto piolet, as I opened the cages and held all the rabbits that I possibly could. We ran. We flew through the soulless corridors and rushed down the stairs until a door was in sight. The other animal liberators must have already left before us as rats, rabbits and mice were covering the grass outside of the hell. The alarm was now howling as I followed the silhouette to what I assumed was his car. I threw open a car door and started placing the animals in the back seats. Sirens were distant, but were quickly approaching. I swiftly got into the back seat of the car and slammed the door shut. We were off. The car tyres screeched as we swerved and plummeted into oblivion. City lights flew by and blended into one, until eventually the city dimmed and seemed to fade into the distance.
The battered car pulled up into a lengthy, twisty driveway. As the car stopped, the driver turned to face me. Night was heavy upon us, and was difficult to make out who the person was. The shadow pulled down his scarf, and switched on a light inside the car. Fuck. He hadn't changed at all. His jet black, spikey hair. His dazzling, green eyes. His soft, pale skin. His eyes graced the animals on the seats, then he stared into my eyes, with a wonderful, playful smile he then proceeded, 'Hi, I'm Oswald.'