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Mr Rabbit and The Man Part 2

Short story By: RoseQuartz44

In the second part of this tale, our friend the man reveals to us his motivation and even shows us his 'true colours'

Submitted:Oct 13, 2011    Reads: 31    Comments: 2    Likes: 2   

I must inform you that this part of my story is much darker than the last. It includes some disturbing aspects. Just thought I'd warn you.

Mr Rabbit and The Man Part 2

The man watched him from the shadows, hiding behind an oak tree with his rusty knife. The rain was pouring hard and the skies were grey and dismal. His prey's back was only visible, as were the clouds of smoke he released. The man remembered the feeling, the power of his past encounters. He remembered Emmeline, awaiting her train, lowered to her death by a handsome face. He remembered her smile and his heart beating fast, he wanted to have her with him forever. "Kill her. KILL HER NOW." Mr Rabbit's voice was still clear in his mind, guiding him, reminding him of his task. Of course, Emmeline could not hear Mr Rabbit. He only spoke to the man. "Mr Rabbit, all in good time, dear friend." He had said. With a quick flick of his wrist, Emmeline's throat was slashed and she lay still on the ground. He sat next to her body in the damp grass, cradling her. Whispering to her. "It's alright Emmeline, you're safe with me." The kill had always come easy to the man, especially with the help of Mr. Rabbit. Now on this day, the man began to approach his new friend. "Good afternoon sir, very pleased to make your acquaintance." Rain ran down his face, tears from heaven. Benjamin whirled around, now face to face with the man. "Who are you?" he asked, obviously puzzled. "Why," the man began, hurt written on his pale, sun-starved face. "Why-I'm your friend." Before Benjamin could respond, a searing, raw pain tore through his torso, causing his jaw to hang open in an unnatural position. He gasped in pain and fell to the ground, crumpled like a trampled flower. Scarlet red poured from his wound. "Oh," gasped the man, kneeling by Benjamin. He ran his hand in the blood, feeling pleasure from the warm liquid. "Benjamin, you are not well. Let me take you to my friends. Margery will fix you something hot to eat." He then began to drag Benjamin by his underarms, stopping only a few times to wipe his brow. "Welcome home, my dear friend." The man began dragging the corpse faster until the light disappeared and they were safe in the tunnel. "Mr Rabbit, don't you think Benjamin will make a fine companion for Margery?"His eyes gleamed with wonder. He had always been the match maker for his beloved friends. Thunder echoed in the tunnel, only causing the man to become more excited. "Oh how I love making new friends. You see Benjamin, this tunnel is rather large and it can get very lonely. I intend to fill it full of many friends. We will have many picnics and I shall host dances and celebrations. I can see it now." The man stopped for a moment to rest his aching limbs. "The things I do for friends." The man joked cheerfully, a sickening laugh escaping his lips. After the man had put Benjamin with the rest of his friends, (being sure to seat him next to Margery) he went off to freshen up. Farther down the tunnel, the man had set up a perfect living space. When he was nineteen, he had stumbled upon the tunnel .It was odd, he had thought, that the tunnel seemed to have no purpose, there was no road or path of any kind, just a tunnel in the forest. The man decided the tunnel was placed there for his purposes, a place for him to live. He wanted to make a haven for himself. A world away from the world. A place of friends with no judgement. The man glanced in the cracked mirror that lay beside his ragged bedding. "My my, someone looks handsome." He beamed, staring at his complexion. His face was white, besides the purple bags under his hallow eyes. "Oh, Mr Rabbit, would you mind telling our friends good night? I need to go for a quick stroll before I rest for the night." When the man had stepped outside, the rain had stopped and the night had crept into the forest. The man thought about the blood as he walked through the trees. So much blood. "Oh," the man gasped, leaning on a tree for support. "I need to see it again." He cried frantically, reaching in his pockets. He pulled out a glistening razor blade. He thought of all his friends, how they had bled in his arms. It was almost like watching them become better people, quiet people. Good Friends. All his life, the man had been betrayed by friends. He only wanted someone to tell stories to. Someone to love and love him back. The more friends he had, the more popular he felt. Slumped against the tree, the man stared at the razor blade, the stormy sky reflected in its silver face. He sliced his wrist open, his face slightly paling from the pain. Red oozed from the slit. "Mr. Rabbit, isn't it beautiful? The colour, I mean. There is so much ugly in humans Mr Rabbit. There is so much ugly but so much beauty. Personally, I think blood is the most beautiful part of a person, yet, it is hidden under all this skin. Do you understand, Mr Rabbit?" The man continued to stare at his blood. He sat there for a few minutes, his eyes watering from the lack of blinking. He began to squeeze his arm, watching the blood run in thick streams. He sighed heavily, the pain almost creating a sort of pleasure. "I know what I must do." His eyes glowed from his plan. "I must paint our tunnel this colour. We could walk with lanterns just to see the coat of scarlet red. Mr Rabbit, I believe this is my best idea yet. We could see beauty like this all day and night. Our friends will surely love my idea." He got up quickly and grabbed the tree for balance; he was still dizzy from the blood loss. He then meandered through the trees, heading back towards the tunnel. The cool night air motivated him to return to the warmth of his bed. The moon was full and hung low, cradled by two tall pine trees. When the man finally made it to the tunnel, he laid down on the dirty rags. "Goodnight Mr Rabbit." In the darkness of the tunnel, his voice echoed back to him, lulling him to sleep.


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