Warning: Bloodshed and gore shall follow in this chapter. Rated M for reason!
You have been warned.
Don´t mess with rabbits.

Chapter Four

The House was dark, and when he said dark he meant dark - as in darker than black.
His eyes wandered suspiciously around the room what appeared to be the kitchen, or what that old women thought off as a kitchen because this one looked more like a lavatory than anything else. The flies that buzzed all around him did not make anything better. Anyway that old women with the forest-green eyes was currently brewing what looked - and smelled - like a puddle of mud, although she threw in lots of strange herbs.
Well, he thought dryly, whatever Madame Ne Ville is brewing I hope its nothing eat-able.
Madame Ne Ville was the Name of this strange women who seemed to be a seeress with other certain abilities, like how to brew a poisoned potion - there where lots of vials on the shelves he could see, some of them he knew from another seer he knew a few hundred years ago.

"Raiden", her old voice sounded and reminded him time and time again of old trees bending in a storm created by an angered Fujin, "do you know what has happened to you, ancient one?" Or of nails trailing their way down an old chalkboard. He lowered his gaze to the table he was sitting at, then back to her forest-green eyes.
"The last I remember, Madame, is a voice chanting an ancient tongue, cold cruel laugher and a great pain spreading all across my being." He answered heavily. It seemed this was the answer she had wanted because a small smile tugged at her lips, then she nodded shortly and turned her attention back to her strange draught. A few seconds passed in silence before the door opened a crack an inside came that tiny grey rabbit, Raiden cold see huge brown eyes gazing at the old women innocently, but something told him this rabbit was more than it seemed.
"Lotahlaas what may I do for you, young one?" The wrinkled women asked and he recognised the name of this rabbit as it was a tongue known only by dragon kin, gods and a few choosen beings. This one literally meant great hunter of life, divided as all draconian names in three parts, this one Lot-Ah-Laas was Great-Hunter-Life. Now the human turned god eyed the rabbit, a creature always considered frightened to no end - no matter what happened -, suspiciously, unsurprisingly the rabbit did not start speaking out of nowhere. Instead it made sounds of gnawing, just in high-speed, which the brewing women seemed to understand because she whirled around quickly and exclaimed a shocked "what?". She did not seem to be one to explain much because she just extinguished the fire under her pot quickly and ran out of her shack with a speed he had not anticipated from one such as her.

He followed her as quickly as his "new" human body allowed him to, outside there where the other animals looking either hastened or pissed. "How dare they!" The old women growled, and he was sure he could see an aura emanating from her. "Raiden." She whirled around to face him, her eyes blazing with a fire of a sett off mother he had only seen with his own. "Stay here or come with us. But let me warn you: you will not like what we are about to do!" With those words she vanished faster than his human eyes could follow, nearly all the animals followed her instantly only a grim-looking bear stayed with him, probably to guide him through the forest only thing was the great brown bear did not seem to like it very much. As the unlikely duo made their way through the wildlife, this time it was the human turned following the animal, they could already hear noises coming from up ahead. And the god of thunder did not like what those noises implied.

As much as he hated it, his suspicion was true, his hearing, as awful as it was as a human, did not deceive him. Not in the slightest. Instead it was even more gruesome than he had anticipated, for there before him was a village. A village bathed in blood. From the edge of his perception he could see the grizzly smirking, seemingly enjoying the scene before them. The human turned thunder god did feel a strange pull on him, as if there was someone calling out to him, it was a feeling much like the ones he had once the Elder Gods called upon him. So, pulled into the middle of the town by this strange calling, they both made their way down into town through the bloody streets, while piles of flesh gathered all around them. Truth to be told he had seen even more destruction and bloodshed than this a long time ago when Earthrealm had been the home to a race called Saurians, but it was horrifying none the less.
The twosome made their way further into the small town while meeting one or two of the other animals from the forest. All of them seemed to enjoy doing what they did, which was not beating the poor humans to a bloody pulp, but instead destroying them as he had only seen Shao Kahn destroy some of his enemy's. There was that light brown fawn which currently had its right front hove standing on a villagers head while slowly emitting pressure to his head until it cracked under the force.
Grossed out by this act of a baby deer and not wanting to see the eyeballs popping out of the humans head or the brain mass ooze out of some places the guardian of Earthrealm turned his gaze away only to see a more horrifying scene.
It was the grey rabbit he had been so suspicious of. It stood on a pile of still twitching human body parts and intestines, its fur smeared with blood, while gnawing on a bloody eyeball which still hung on a sinew, the poor human, not older than twenty-two, screaming like a banshee. Raidens new intestines seemed to twirl into a knot by the sight before him. He was sure he was going to puke, but he held it in takeing small breathes so he would not smell the blood and gore too heavy and marched right past the tiny rabbit who's brown eyes followed him with every step he took.

In the middle of the town, where this strange pull came from, he saw the old women, Madam Ne Ville, with a hand full of still standing villagers who had either severed limps or shredded body parts, and right behind those villagers he could see a body lying on the ground within its own bloody mess.
He felt the calling coming from this body and strangely he now could even hear something even thought it had no voice. The only thing he saw as the villagers seemed to notice him, throwing insults and torches in his direction unknowingly making a path for his gaze to see what had happened to the being on the ground.
It was a young women, that he could tell, but everything else besides her gender he could not tell for she was bathed in her own blood not leaving a single place without the color of deepest red. He still could feel and hear the calling, but now it had a voice and it screamed his name in utter terror. Raiden!
His new formed blood froze and he felt a deja vu, he felt as if he was spiralling down straight into Netherrealm.

Well...
I think I'm going to be sick.
This chapter was ugly to write even thought I had planned this for quiet some time.
Tell me what you think. Thanks to xxSpectersGirlxx and Guest (1) for your reviews.
I hope this chapter is long enough (1,304 words, chapter only), as you can see I changed the formatting a bit so the flow would be better. (At least I hope so)

Anyone there who can tell me the references I have put in here? III

Yours,
Berry