An Hare's Heir

[Lyshomasta]

By the way, I named it that not only because Hare and Heir sounded similar, but because it relates to the story too, just not yet.



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Victor stared blankly at the wailing baby bunny as he lowered his carrot juice from his lips.

"What?" He set his beverage aside on a corner table near the doorway as he ducked to pick up the baby from the front doorway.

"Who would leave such an adorable young child?" he smiled at the giggling child as it nibbled on his extended finger. Thunder cracking outside signaled to Victor to close the door and bring the child inside.

"Victor! Who was at the door?" Victor's wife hollered from the room.

"Eric, " he said, as he stroked the long ears of the baby bunny.

~~~~~~~~~~~5 YEARS LATER~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

"Objection!" Victor yelled, shooting up from his seat, his ears flopping. Irritated and not in the mood for games, he stops the pendulum motion of his ears with his paw.

"Sir, you can't-" Victor's lawyer tried to soothe him, but he was already set off.

"Don't 'sir' me! They have no right to take my child without due process of law!" Victor slammed his fist on the table, and someone in the audience shrieked.

The judge pounded his gavel. "Order, Victor! We have due process of law. But even if you don't see it, we have evidence!" The judge spoke flatly to shut Victor up.

"You have no evidence! He's my child, I know him! More than you, so anything you have to show me is false if I don't approve of it!" Victor's lawyer patted his shoulder and calmed him down, to where he exhaled and slowly resumed his seat.

"Would the defendant have anything else to say?" The judge resumed his normal voice.

"Yes, I would" Victor stood against after drinking some water. "Firstly, I want to see this evidence."

A bunny with simple clothes approaches Victor, and shows him photos taken of Eric's arms. Small black dots were located all over. Then the bunny drops some capsules and needle injections.

"That could be anyone, not my Eric!" Victor defended.

"Please be reasonable, sir'" the bunny said.

"Shutup! Shutup all of you! Eric, tell these delusional people how clean you are!" Victor ordered in confidence. Eric merely sat there, fiddling with his fingers.

"I never did anything wrong...or at least not intentionally..." He started...

~~~~~~2 YEARS AGO~~~~~~~~~~~~~`

"ITS THREE TO ONE, FOLKS! THE WHITE-TIPS ARE IN THE LEAD, CAN OUR BELOVED PINK-BELLIES BRING HOME THE TROPHY?" A man was announcing the score on the loudspeaker.

Eric's coach patted him. "Paul knocked his kneecap out when he hopped and the ball hit his leg in the most disastrous spot. You're our only chance, sport."

Eric beamed and hopped out. "I wont let you down!"

Just as Eric hopped out onto the soccer field, the play had started. With the whistle blowing and the fans cheering with 40 seconds on the clock, Eric raced off hopping to retrieve the ball. The white-tips had already gotten hold and were going for an annihilating victory when Eric jumps out in front of the ball. As the bunny kicks it, it flies into the air going straight for the goal. Determined to win, Eric pulls a move unseen by a bunny player: He hops double the normal height and does a double-spin roundhouse kick.

Staring fans gape their mouths in awe of the splendid move as the ball soars overhead every player on the field. The goalie stances himself for the blow, but is knocked with the ball against the back of net.

The crowd went wild, and Eric's name was chanted in unison. The white-tip bunny who had his ball intercepted by Eric glared at him.

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"Pause, Eric. Who is this boy you claim has jealousy?" The judge interrupted.

Victor stood. "See, he could be framing Eric! To knock him out of the spotlight!"

The opposing lawyer shot up in a hop. "Objection! That is simply your excuse, for you know that you were praising and treating Eric with those illegal goods, and now that you're caught, you both try to point fingers so you two don't take the blame!" Both parties began yelling as the audience began murmuring more and more loudly.

"Order!" The Judge pounded his gavel and the courtroom went silent. "Eric, proceed with your side of the story"


TO BE CONTINUED...

[Mii]

You have to make another one of these. ;_; Pleeeeeeeeeease.

[Madi2]

I know... I like this story.

[Lyshomasta]

Eric sat quietly for a second too long for the courtroom to regain silence.

"Okay, well his name was Ricardo, and we actually became good friends later on..."

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After the game, Eric decided he felt sorry for that other bunny. As he was walking around the field, he noticed apprentices retrieving nets and equipment. The opposing team was spending extra time practicing--Eric assumed the coach was punishing them. As he hopped closer, additional players noticed him, but each was silent.

"Hey!" Eric hollered from the distance as he hopped closer. "Good game, right?" He tried to help their spirits.

The coach wasn't in sight, and one of the players began hopping towards him with intimidation. Eric showed his friendliness by being immobile as the player slowly closed the gap between them with each hop.

"Yea, a shake? Let's be cool?" He knew he was being friendly, but inside, he had all the shaking he needed, for he noticed the bunny was fetching something from inside pocket, and it wasn't a carrot...

Eric gulped. "Wanna, uh-Let's practice, yeah? I might show you that one move?" Eric tried to stay still, but found himself accidentally stepping...forward? He was shocked at himself for the irony.

The player, now within a long jump range, stops and glares at Eric. "Ye, ye. But let's make a fair bargain. I'll teach you a soccer move unseen."

Eric pondered if it was just villain talk but considered: a lot of intimidating violence has been seen, or at least heard of. What was his comment supposed to mean? Is he just as nervous as Eric, unable to conjure a brilliant trash talk comment towards Eric himself? Or is he just so good at violence he doesn't care? No, Eric told himself. Then he wouldn't be wasting his time on soccer. He assumed the bunny was just nervous.

"Let's all get our heads straight. You know, ease down. We can all take a break from this whole tension and hang out or something, you know? Both of us know that we don't know what we're doing, right?" It was either a bad assumption, or Eric ran his mouth too much.

The player eyed him awkwardly. "I know what I'm doing, but you don't? What exactly are you talking about when you say 'doing'? Are you threatening me?"

Now Eric was completely lost and confused. "No, no, I like you-well, I mean, I don't know you. But that doesn't mean I can't get to know you, er if you want? Well, i don't want to say I dislike you, not that I ever would-uh, or well, you know..." Eric paused to think for half a second, making an unusual short silence. "Wanna do something?"

The player hopped one more step, so that each bunny could easily tackle the other. Eric was unsure if this was a gesture of intimidation or friendship. Either way wasn't comfortable.

"I'd rather not, little bunny. You know who you're talking to?" the player's voice cracked in last word. Eric blinked as the player's eyes adjusted. He figured that the player is bluffing.

"Johnny? Billy? Edward?" He tried to get the lighthearted spirit up.

The player cracked a grin on one side. "Call me Jonathan. You know any Howard's around here?"

All Eric could think of was a restaurant, but the only restaurant around was John's Pizzeria. Does he mean a person? "Sure, I know a couple. You want us to meet up?"

The player's eyes seemed amazed, as if Eric was answering his questions how he wanted to hear them answered. This made Eric suspicious. At least the guy maybe didn't want to kill him anymore, but he can't be selfish.

"Yea, that'd be great to hang out, all of us. Why don't you all meet me at Vicky's Vans Automobile Company this Saturday? It's a public place, and we can rejoice around noon, where I'll be done with some, uh, chores." The player's imaginative requirements to think of the word chores made Eric even more judgmental, but it was a public place. It was right in the center of the town(well, maybe not exactly, but its close enough). Nonetheless, Eric wasn't ready for any kind of hang out with this suspicious bunny.

"Actually, my friends named Howards are out of town this weekend." Just after saying that, Eric frustrated himself. All his friends name Howard are out of town? And he says that after saying that they can all meet? Smooooth.

"You tryin' to play me?" The bunny hopped his last one, and they were both less than 4 inches apart.

"No, no, I just-"

The bunny shoves Eric, to which he falls on the ground. Almost instantly, a crowd of the team surround him, and a couple try to soothe the player.

"Hey, all of you back off! This one is necessary, and I don't want to hear you all complaining. Why do you think I'm so topped? Now move so I can get it." The player spreads him arms and smacks his paws to anyone who tried to confront him again.

Eric regained his balance as his throat dried. There were so many things he could make sense from the player's words. 'This one is necessary'? 'Why do you think I'm so topped'? 'Now move so I can get it'?

"What are saying?" Eric said, a little less friendliness in his voice as before.

"What are you doing here?" the player hopped again and was around the same distance as they were last time before he pushed Eric.

"I'm here to be a team player. Lighten you up." Eric shot at him.

"Ha! Ahaha! Like I care about this stupid sport!" he laughed at Eric, and it made Eric even more fearful. It brought his mind to his very first thoughts on this guy. Maybe this soccer thing was his cover-up, and he just came in to play so it would hide his innocence, but why would he be so good at soccer then?

~~~~~~~~~~~TO BE CONTINUED~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

[Lyshomasta]

Eric decided he couldn't play baby with this guy anymore, because if he was a real bad guy, he could get himself on the hit-list. And if he wasn't, there's minimal reputation loss for standing him up. Better safe than sorry.

"Alright, what you in for?" Eric questioned.

Jonathan turned his head a little and looked into Eric's eyes to see if he was nervous.

"I'm in it for the fun, not the sport," he conjured.

"Then cheer up, why you being so aggressive?" Eric asked.

"Me? Nah, you the one who came up on me all man-like," Jonathan replied, angrier. He pushed Eric again, and hopped up against him, being there when Eric got back up.

"That's it..." Eric's face turned up as he fully regained his balance, and with his head came a full swing of his right arm.

Almost instantly, Jonathan flew out his left hand to get Eric, and his right arm preparing to block the blow. Eric realized in this fast paced action he would be hit, while dealing no damage. As quick as he could, he brings up his leg and tries for a power kick to get Jonathan where he was weak. But somehow, Jonathan knew how to fight better, and his right hand, after blocking Eric's punch, elbowed Eric's knee with dead accuracy, making him fall to the floor. Jonathan then proceeded to loom over Eric's vision, bringing up a fist to finish the job.

~~~~~~3 Hours Later~~~~~~~~~

Eric's eyes slowly opened, and as soon as he realized he was awake, they shot aware. Using his legs for power, he flawlessly springs up and looks around.

Empty. He found himself deserted in the field with a broken nose, aching knee, and stinging knuckles. All the intensity must have blocked out the pain he felt from his blocked punch, but he then remembers that he must have done some hurt, because when Jonathan elbowed his knee, it wasn't as painful as he thought, it was just the accuracy.

Eric felt horrible. After calming down, his pains increased, and he found himself barely able to walk. He had never gotten in a fight before, and his quick wits had gotten him nowhere. All he really remembers was his punch being blocked, being punched, being countered, and being punched again---wait! Eric thought again. He punched me...with his left hand! Incredible! Eric smiled with satisfaction as he considered the new discovery. So Jonathan was a lefty... it's not much, but hey, it can come in useful later on, and it's better than nothing.

Even after being beat to death and taking blows with minimal returned pain, he grinned inside from his minor success. Well, that, and he lived. He knew a few more things about Jonathan now: he can fight, he's left-handed, and he's deceptive.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~COURTHOUSE~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

"Eric, you say this boy was unusually handed, able to defend himself, and dishonest?" the judge noted.

"No, sir. I said he's left-handed, which is not unusual at all, or at least not me. And he could do better than just defend himself--he could probably challenge people and win. Dishonest isn't the word either, he's more of the deceptive type."

The judge peered at him. "Can you identify if the subject is present today?"

A sweat ran down Eric's face. "Sorry, I can't do that..."

~~~~~TO BE CONTINUED~~~~~~~~

[Mii]

Obagadyougottagottagottamakeanother

[Madi2]

Obagadyougottagottagottamakeanother

Do you mean that he should make another?

[Lyshomasta]

No, no, I'm a he. And I think that's what Mii meant. I'll do it after I finish cooking and eating(lol)

[Madi2]

Yay it's a cool story!!

[Mii]

D:< Post a new chapter or Mii will destroy you.

[Madi2]

You're so terrifying.

[Lyshomasta]

The judge peered at the nervous bunny.

"Alright, we'll get back to that later then. For now, I would like to see if anyone else would like to contest?" the judge looked around to see the other lawyer stand.

"I would like to call a familiarized witness to the stand to object the boy's tale." The lawyer pats a kid with a seemingly permanent black eye and irreversible broken arm. He struggles to stand and slowly drags his other leg to get to the stand.

"Yes, well, I have something to say against Eric...."

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Another ball hurled his way, and another perfect catch was made. He tosses it back to see it not caught from his distracted teammate. Turning to see this disruption to their practice, he sees a bunny cockily hopping forward towards the team, waving and smiling. Almost instantly, he searches for a ball. Meanwhile, another bunny confronted this trespasser. Edward does stuff like that.

"What do you want, furball?" the player demanded.

"Look, I don't have a lot of time, and I need you to get over all this crap, because I'm dealing with alot of people problems because your own selfish pity, alright?" Eric hopped towards the player in a challenging gesture.

"You pickin' fights, boy? Never played the game before?" he snapped and I knew it was my call. It's like routine now, and the symbol of snapping feels embedded into me. Without thinking, my instincts summoned me towards him, beginning against the bunny Eric. I felt like Ricardo's minion, like his Minny Vinny

"Yea, right. Like you can get away with beating me up. I'm not looking for any trouble, I just don't want to get any by not helping you guys out with sportsmanship." Eric seemed ready to leave now, as if his final words were created to make us feel like idiots. Maybe I am one, because I didn't get it. His final words didn't seem that special..did they? I feel so dumb, but maybe that's because I'm just a minion.

"Come back here boy and finish what you started!" Ricardo leaped and tackled the bunny, and in a flash several more were on him. I felt so bad, like this was all unnecessary and that maybe Ricardo's just a little oversensitive, and Eric is just a little stuck-up, and if you put together two 'littles' that are opposite, you can get a whole lot of trouble. But not trouble I'm in. What am I saying? Ricardo will get me if I ditch him. I don't really have a choice... I feel so contained.

Sighing, I decided to jump on the bunny with everyone else, pounding him down, only to realize they weren't punching him, just pinning him to scare him out. I was the jerk.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

"I still feel sorry. I guess I wasn't paying attention, and it was me who was left-handed. Ricardo is ambidextrous, as you know already, Eric. But at least I was small anyways for too much pain." Vinny finished.

Eric's father jumped up, and again had to stop the swinging of his ears with his paw.

"Lies! My kid came home with more than a little bunny's beating! He came home with cuts! Explain that!"

Vinny's facial expression turned blank. He had no idea what he was talking about. Maybe he got jumped or something, but Vinny has no idea.

"I don't know sir. Perhaps he was jumped or confronted again on his way home. We weren't armed, sir, just practicing baseball."

The courtroom went silent. The judge spoke.

"Baseball?" the judge leaned over his desk, and Vinny suddenly realized his mistake.

"No, sir. Sorry, sir. I meant football, right? Tennis?" the courtroom began murmuring. Without spoken discussion, it was known this bunny had no credibility, and that he was probably wearing make-up and a fake cast.

"The sport was soccer. Your descriptions in your side of the story did indeed include baseball. Are you talking about the right story? Are you always getting involved in these kinds of things?" the judge obviously planned to shred any dignity Vinny had left.

"Sort of, er, but it's not in my nature. I'm too weak, it's why I'm so damaged right now. I got this black eye back there, it's just really bad. Ricardo beat me up because I stood up to him..."

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~


"I'm tired of listening to you! You're full of anger, despair, and violence, Ricardo!" Vinny pushed him. "And I'm not going to follow in your footsteps, brothers, or not brothers!" Vinny slammed the door behind him and he hopped vigorously down the street. As he went, he noticed a boy sighing on some stairs, and he seemed extremely familiar. Baseball, right? Earlier today?

"Hey, you. Have I seen you before?" Vinny asked the bunny. The sitting bunny looked up, and it was Eric right before him.

"Oh. Hey, I'm sorry about when I kinda jumped you that one time. My brother was a bad influence, but I told him off. I'm not a violent person." Vinny put out his paw to shake, but Eric looked back down and sat there.

Pound. The door swung open as Ricardo came out with brass knuckles. He had just finished equipping them and was intimidatingly beginning towards Vinny.

"Oh, no..." He began sprinting as fast as he could, nearly tripping between many of the landings in his hops, but his older brother was just too fast, and he was tackled to the ground.

Frightened to death, an adrenaline pumped through his body, and without thinking he had thrown Ricardo off him, and his brass knuckles went sliding across the street. It began drizzling as some blood of Ricardo's head began to mix with the rainfall. Somehow, Ricardo resumed his standing position and revealed a knife.

"Ricardo! Calm down! You don't need that knife! I'm your brother, remember? Vinny?? Minny Vinny??!" Vinny backed up into the wall as Ricardo pinned him, and rested the blade against his throat.

[Mii]

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[Lyshomasta]

Vinny gave up and stopped struggling after the blade had pierced his skin. He felt the warmth of his blood seep down his body, in complete contradiction to the icy rain overhead.

Tired and in regret, Ricardo drops Vinny, and where he lay a red mass mixing with rainfall began to grow. Nonetheless, Ricardo exhales and begins walking away.

As he turned, he saw only one thing: the shiny points of brass knuckles into his face. Instantly he knocked out from the surprise blow and fell atop Vinny, making Vinny realize he was alive.

"....ugh?" Vinny's head hurt from the drop and the water dispatched by the clouds was howling against his heat. Desperately, he manages to get himself up, but his heart beats louder again at the shock of sight filled with his own blood spilled amongst his feet. His name was blurring each time it was heard, and eventually he passed out from the loss of blood.

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"I see, that must have been tragic," the judge began. "But, unfortunately, we don't have time for lying cover-ups right now."

"It's not a lie. That really happened," Eric chimed in. "I saved his life, because when his brother Ricardo turned, he was going to get the brass knuckles, I just knew it. It was like him to do something so sinister, and it was the first time I've ever hit anyone else."

The courtroom was utterly confused at the half-truth-half lie credibility of the bunny Vinny. With a pound of a gavel, the judge resumed power.

"Vinny, it appears you seem to mistake a few times, like in the story of sports, and you thought your brother was leaving you after he partially slit your throat--" the judge was cut off.

"I have the scar, if you would like to see it. I brought a medical examiner to confirm it."

"That's very nice but Eric's confirmation will do--" again, he was cut off, but this time by the medical examiner.

"Stop there, judge. That's a strike to omitting a factual confirmation from an experienced and reliable source. Allow me to explain the casualty, when he arrived at my hospital at about 21:00 hours that night...."

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"Crap!" yelled a doctor. "I dropped my tool, someone grab me another one, hurry!"

"Hey, I need the light on this side," called another doctor.

"Dr. Truton, we have an emergency," called an intruding nurse. He turned and looked for the patient, but he was not to be found.

"He's unconscious, I presume. Larry, I'll have Thomas come in to help you finish this. I've got to go help another patient," the doctor began walking over to the nurse and stopped against the wall to press a button and began talking into it.

"Thomas Feros, we need you to report in Room 309 immediately. Thomas Feros, we need you to report in Room 309 immediately. We have an impaled patient of your specialty."

The doctor began his long strides down the corridor to keep up with the trotting nurse. He figured it was an urgent scenario.

"Lay me out a report on the patient. Time, place, harm, and fast." the doctor began the conversation. Just as he finished talking, the nurse stopped and opened a door, and the doctor figured he could find out the harm on his own.

"8:32 P.M. Victim Vinny Gonzal was attacked by his brother in the local streets. Had his throat slightly slit and fell on his head after the attack." the nurse guided the doctor around other patients to the knocked out bunny.

"So? Can't you bandage his throat? It's only partial, right?" the doctor was irritated. "I don't have time for this." Turning, he was pulled on his arm by the nurse.

"He lost a lot of blood and his esophagus is trimmed. He nearly had his jugular vein sliced, and he needs surgery all over his neck, because he almost snapped it when he fell on his head. He could be dying as we speak." the nurse told him desperately. The doctor stood there for a second, then swallowed.

"Get me Larry, and find someone else to replace him with," he began speaking as the body was taken by the nurse into a room, and he followed. "I want police to investigate the scenario and get some background--"

"You don't have the power to control the police, doctor." the nurse said quietly.

"I'm a citizen right? Just call the damn police and tell them what happened. If the attacker is still there we can examine the murder weapon and perhaps get some information on who he is so we know how he attacks, and how we can better treat his wound on this bunny." The nurse slid the body into another room and another doctor came rushing in. Slipping on their masks and equipping from a table, they immediately begin procedures.

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"Did you ever find the attacker?" the judge questioned.

"No, but he left his murder weapon. We don't know why, but it's possible he was later taken or killed, being a bunny left on the streets. They live in a bad neighborhood." the doctor replied sympathetically.

"Very well. Is it therefor possible he was addicted and could have put Eric at--"

"Objection!" snapped the prosecuting lawyer. "Ricardo did NOT live in a neighborhood of violence, influence, or of any demeaning nature. He lived near the school, nearby Eric as well, and he can admit that!"

The judge was irritated. "Doctor, which is correct?"

"He lives in a bad neighborhood. I said it. And I won't have a guy dressing nice talk against my word. I've been a doctor for seventeen years--"

"Ricardo does live near me. He's not in a bad neighborhood." Eric cut in.

The lawyer took his seat triumphantly as the doctor was outnumbered.

"Doctor, you are dismissed for loss of credibility." the judge pounded the gavel.

"What? Did you just make that up? You can't just do that so informally. I demand another trial if you're going to be doing this." The doctor wasn't moving, so security guards had to drag him out.

As he went past Eric, he spoke a whisper to him.

"I don't know what's gotten into you, boy, but trust me, you'll never win."

[Mii]

Suspensefulll~~
Make another! @_@

[Lyshomasta]

Eric leaned back in his chair.

"May I contest?" he questioned.

"Have you--" the judge was cut off, again.

"Sure, sure," Eric replied as he went up to the stand. He sat there silent for a moment, then coughed.

"Sorry, I got a cold," he said, excusing himself. He proceeded to remain silent, then just as someone was about to speak, Eric began.

"Ricardo, was, a... ah, good guy, I guess. He was addicted, unfortunately, so he sometimes lost control of himself. I knew him for a few years til he died, apparently murdered by myself. He survived a good while, actually. He lived rather miserably and finally gave up on himself a few months ago from now. I know it was wrong to kill someone, but someone had to do it before he killed more than just himself eventually." Eric paused, to let the crowd absorb his words.

"I'm a bad person, okay? But he was too. So is Vinny, but he's in denial--" Eric continued but was intruded.

"No I'm not! And neither are you! It was a good thing you killed him! He's evil!" Vinny began confronting Eric.

Eric's father wasn't going to stand for this. Hopping up and stopping his ears as a routine, he yells at Eric and Vinny.

"Shutup, delusional children! You don't know what the %#$& you're talking about! You're all just messed up from being on drugs!" he said, then suddenly regretted his words. The crowd began and the judge still sat there, pondering. After a moment, he hammered the gavel.

"Silence, all of you. None of these people are credible, as I have just ruled. We cannot continue with the trial and no one can be proved guilty until we have more evidence. Until then, this case is dismissed. Everybody go home, and will hear nothing of this matter again until someone can be lawfully proved innocent, or lawfully proved guilty. Good evening."

He pounded the gavel a couple of more times, and then an extra because of continued murmur. After a sigh, he returns to the ground and walks out behind everyone else.

~~~~~~~~~~

Eric yelled one more time.

"You're so mean! Why would you accuse me like that?! Why would you call me those words??!

"Look, Eric. You murdered someone, you're not clean the least bit, and you hang around violent people. All of what you said were lies, and I've got good reasons to believe you've been threatened or bribed to change your story for the courtroom," his father scolded him. He stood there for a few more seconds to let Eric cry, then continued.

"This is your home now Eric. In this home, we follow rules and have no privacy for lies. But if you're not going to tell me the truth right now, this will no longer be your home." He flared his eyes at Eric and slapped him.

"Talk, now!" he hollered again. Eric's mother came in running.

"Victor, calm down! Don't abuse the boy!" Eric's father paid little heed.

"Shutup, woman! This boy is a lying *censor*, and I'm not abusing him," he said, returning his look to Eric.

"Yet."

[thebunni15]

Novel inspired?

[Mii]

Kyaaaaaaaa~
I'm in love with this story!~~
Post another one soon! <3

[Lyshomasta]

I do read, but the creativity if my own, as are the lines, thank you.

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Eric whimpered once more then decided to collapse onto a nearby chair. His father exhaled and slicked back his ears to no avail in an attempt to calm down.

"Look, Eric. You need to understand things from my point of view, okay? Can you imagine how I feel about this? I don't feel sad or embarrassed, I feel guilty because I hadn't been good enough to have treated you carefully enough..." his voice trailed off.

Eric sighed then looked down. "It's not all your fault. You can't make all my decisions, and not everyone's kids get addicted, even if they are taken more or less cared of. I'm just happy your not mad at me..."

His father slapped him suddenly.

"So you admit it! I knew it! I'll have you up for execution if I have to! You're a murderer and an addict, and you are probably even a dealer for all I know!" He felt like he was on a roll, but he also felt bad for thinking of such things for his son. He felt like ice.

Eric just sat there, content.

"You can't do anything about it. My people have already taken the orders. By tomorrow morning my business will finally be official, and my funds will be directed to Vinny. And don't move, I have some outside that would do you right now if you even tried a weapon on me."

Victor stood silent, then imagined. He would murder his own father over drugs? Over helping other people get drugs? No.

"So be it."

In a flash, he whipped out a switchblade and the silver swung out. As he began to pierce the air and near Eric, a gunshot sounded throughout the streets. As the hitman zoomed in, he saw Eric was a knife in his throat, and his father with a bullet in his leg.

Damnit!, he told himself. He might still be alive. Without hesitation, the hitman began packing his rifle, as reloading would waste too much time. Hurrying out of the opposite building to Eric's home, he begins through the bushes, hoping to be in time, or early, of Victor's awakening.

[Mii]

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[Lyshomasta]

Victor's mind spun as he sat up, and instantly realized his head could be between crosshairs. He got up and went over to his kitchen, and withdrew his handy pistol. Never bothered to recall what it was named, he just bought it because you never know, and guess what? You never know when a hitman might you on his list, and you might need to pull out a gun.

A shot rang through the air and busted the cabinet across from Victor, shattering thin wooden strips across the room.

"Oh my god! What is going on in here??" Victor's wife yelled.

"Shutup and get down!" Victor yelled as another gunshot cracked the window, forcing his instincts to dive towards a wall corner for cover.

"Successive shots? I'm outnumbered." He turned to view from his corner and shot a bullet blindly, hoping something would happen, like in the movies with unexplained accuracy from meters away. Nothing happened.

"Victor! Where is Eric? I'm going to call--" she was hollering before Victor stood up and punched her across the jaw.

"Shutup! Okay, shut! Up! Eric is dead! And you will be too unless you get down, now!" he shoved her to the ground as she sobbed in despair.

Ignoring her, he dived closer to the cracked window as another gunshot flared.

Hopefully the glass will shatter outwards and not get me from underneath the window sill. Nonetheless, he ducked under a coffee table and was unharmed, not noticing to check if he was right. His pistol wasn't a nice automatic, so he had to cock it. As he loomed up he noticed the sniper not so distant, just hiding in his front lawn's shrubs.

Without aiming, Victor whips out his pistol and fires at the bush, causing some equipment to rumble around. Within an instant, the bright lush green of the grass began dying orange to red.

"Nice shot, self. I'll have to congratu--" a shot zipped by him, and snipped his skin scarcely, causing him to sprawl on the floor in pain.

"Aghh!" he cried out. Forgot there was another shooter! Unlike the other shooter, he had no idea where this one was.

"Damnit!" he said as he patched his wound with his other paw. "These are persistent people. I'm going to need some help if I'm going to survive longer than tonight, if I do. But who could help me?"

Another bullet flew across the room and popped the handle off a cabinet, causing the contents to spill and shatter fine chinaware glass all over the floor.

"Oh, hell no!" he gasped as his vision scanned the beautiful dishes, ruined. His wife screamed at it and he ignored her, but she was attempting to recollect the pieces, and he tackled her before she got at it.

"Are you crazy, woman??!" he hollered as she stared at him blankly. "Say something! Why don't you stop laying there??" She blinked and began crying as she retreated to the living room, away from the harm.

"Damn woman," he muttered to himself as he cocked his gun. After an exhale, he began thinking things through. Maybe if I make a shot from another room, he'll think I have back up, and possibly be persuaded into thinking he's the one in danger and leave? I think I have another gun, maybe my wife could handle it? Eh, it's worth a shot. If I had to die by giving my wife a pistol, or getting capped by a hitman, it'd be better to be capped by a hitman. But at least this way, my chances of surviving are better.

He peered over at his wife in complete despair, breaking down into every sorrow she can imagine. Oh, god, drama queen. She's worthless. He began getting frustrated at himself as another shot flew, but this one was explosive, and his coffee machine exploded, setting flame to the sink curtains across from it. Another successive shot was regular, and it luckily(for the shooter) shot something inside the machine microwave and had it explode, setting flame to some other wooden appliances.

Fire sparks shot across the room from this way and that, continuous shots displayed an increasing number of sharpshooters, low ammunition meant a need for a refill he had only his room on the other side of the house, and his wife's sure death from grief all became absorbed into Victor as he sat there, desperately cocking his already-cocked pistol.

"After this blows over, and I'm alive, those punks owe me a new microwave and coffee machine," he grumbled to himself as a shot set his toaster into flames.

"And a $2,000 toaster."

[Riida]

Wow. Absolutely amazing. A brilliant story, and a mind-boggling plot so far. The story is somewhat hard to follow at first, but it becomes clearer after that post. I hope you post another. :-) (btw I'm back bunni)

[Mii]

...You are a wonderful storyteller. ._.

[Lyshomasta]

Victor peered out cautiously through the window again but quickly retracted due to another exploding shot. He realized he had to at least get out of this room if he wanted to live from a fiery explosion soon to come.

"Hey, follow me!" he yelled at his wife before escaping across the hall.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Sirens exploded from the distance and grew nearer.

"Ah! Stupid cops are always late. The house is in flames and that's good enough to call him dead. But what about Eric?" he said, packing his rifle.

"I'm not sure. His dad has some guts to do that, because if he didn't believe Eric then he wouldn't have stabbed him. The question is why he did believe Eric though. You think he knew?" the other said, closing his case as he finished.

"I hope not. But this isn't an issue for underlings to discuss. C'mon, let's tell Ricardo."

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

"Victor! Eric? Anyone survive in there?" the officer called into the house as it continued in flames.

Victor appeared out of a hallway with scorch marks, a loaded gun, a crying wife being dragged, and a stabbed son over his shoulder, remarking, "No! Get out of here! Now, before you end up like them!"

[Mii]

What a short chapter. ;_;

[Lyshomasta]

The police instantly surrounded Victor. One knocked Victor out with a tranquilizer as he babbled. Others snatched him and brought him to the vehicle. The mother was taken while the son was left for an ambulance. Deciding to heed Victor's claim, the cars quickly evacuate the area, and call in helicopter support.

~~~~~~~~~~~

"...and then I rolled underneath the window pane, but in case the glass would shatter over me, I went underneath another table and turned out okay. My wife was still over there screaming, and--"

"That's enough, Victor. We'll work on this tomorrow."

The bunni in the suit and was initially scribbling on a notepad left the room, and Victor stood up cautiously, then proceeded out of the room behind the bunni.

"Victor, can I have a word with you?" an officer intruded on his exit of the room.

"Uh, sure. What is it?" he inquired.

"We have witnesses and claims with noises heard before the shooting of a boy killed." Victor remained silent. "We believe he died, thus causing the shoot-out."

Victor spoke. "Yes, they shot at our house because of his death."

"So you admit the boy died in your house?" the officer's voice became intimidating. Victor wanted to slap him. His attitude must have been clearly conspicuous, as the Officer gestured calmness.

"He died in my house, so? What's being admitted?" Victor responded.

"We believe since the mother was mourning over the child's death, and that there was no shooting before the screaming of a dead boy, that..." the officer trailed off.

"That what?" Victor demanded.

"That you had killed him." He finished flatly.

"My wife killed him." Victor contradicted.

"Well, see, she was mourning--" the officer was cut off.

"She became insane. I was trying to drag her out, I had to neutralize her first. I was ecstatic when your forces arrived. I attempted to save my son, but to no avail. She was armed, and I had to take away her gun." Victor replied convincingly.

"Are you sure of this?" the officer said warily.

"Positive. It happened while I was cooking. My son screamed suddenly and I went over to his room to see why. When I came in, she was aggressively impaling him with a knife. She makes me sick."

The officer eyed him blankly. "We'll talk to the judge then. If your lying, we've got reason to think you're insane."

[Mii]

...Amazing, as always. X3

[Lyshomasta]

Victor remained silent as he was guided through the courthouse to his appropriate seating. He was involved too much into his planning to be paying attention to anyone.

"Victor, I know I wasn't summoned, but I've been your most loyal lawyer, so I took up the plate. Now, I hate sudden things as much as you do..." the suited bunny proceeded to go on and on, but Victor wasn't concerned.

Can I say she really killed the boy? She's got no records, and I've been married to her for years. Tons of people know how much she loved him. Wouldn't that go the same for me...? Someone had to kill him, but they wouldn't believe a bullet did--

"Victor! I need you to co-operate here," the bunny interrupted his thoughts uncomfortably. "What are you thinking about?"

"I feel like I failed my son. I could've saved him..." Victor replied, turning his head.

"Alright, well--"

"This case better be good, because this is the second time I've had to deal with you, Victor." The judge eyed him. Same judge?, Victor thought to himself. Hmm.

"The feeling's mutual, my friend," Victor responded grudgingly.

"Who here has any evidence? I mean, really. Not to be informal, but this is becoming ridiculous. Whatever you have going on, Victor, it'd better be dealt with. Murders and drug trafficking are being linked to you and you're calling yourself innocent as if you can't observe anything that's going on around you."

Victor sat silently. I didn't even get to-- his thoughts were abruptly broken.

"I'm going to have to ask you to leave. I'm not sure if you're drunk, tired, irritated, but you are not fit for duty today--" a security guard was approaching the judge.

"Great, I hate this job anyways." the judge remarked. "I'll walk my self out."

The judge passed by with minimal emotion, slight anger but also-for some reason-a sly smile went across his face. His footsteps pounded moderately on the corridor's wooden floors as he swung open the doors and left the courthouse.

"Please hold, we have another judge around here... I hope he didn't go do his errand now... Please hold, jury, defendants, prosecutors, audience." The guard nodded and worryingly walked to another room.

Victor sat attentively and stood himself up after another two minutes.

"I've got to make a phone call," he told his lawyer as no one attempted to stop him.

He opened the doors less violently than the judge and peered out both sides of the buildings. He walked down the lot and as he began to hear some noises, started stealthily towards it. Failing to hear a car engine, Victor closes up on the target volume vehicle and peers in through the back window of the bright red car. The judge had the windows closed as he was speaking on the phone. With some emotional movement of obvious laughter, he resumed his conversation of inaudible vocabulary. Displeased, Victor watches him for another minute or two, until the judge hangs up and reaches to start the car.

As casual as he could, Victor strolled past the car as if he had been walking-not spying- and went to his own car. He got himself inside as neatly as he could, but as soon as that bright red automobile went off the street, Victor grabbed the stick and pulled it in reverse. Backing up his car dangerously, he pushes the stick again, and drifts his car off to pursue, leaving behind a cloud of confusion and debris, alongside the screech marks of tires.

[Mishakiara]

:O OBJECTION :D nice stories... kinda reminds me of my favorite series, Phoenix Wright...

[Lyshomasta]

It took less than a few minutes for his phone to vibrate, then a couple minutes longer for it to ring. Victor ignored both, and was cruising behind the judge's vehicle. Eventually, he decided to answer his phone.

"Damnit, what?" he answered irritably.

"Where the--" he hung up. Apparently it wasn't urgent.

"Red light..." Victor murmured to himself as the car was projected to make it across the road without him.

"Speed, baby, speed."

Slowly pressuring the gas pedal, the car began to accelerate. The judge peered over at the speeding car just for instinct and noticed Victor.

"Damn," the judge told himself as he too, began to speed.

Victor was now nearing up to the car and changed lanes to be next to it. He lowered his window.

"What's goin' on judge? A little dazed? Shouldn't be drinking and driving. What's that? You're not drunk? Calling out on the job?" Victor was intimidating him, but to no avail.

"Stupid fool, shut up. I'm not the one who refused to spend $250 dollars for an airbag that could save your life in a high speed car crash."

"What are you--" horns blared as Victor returned his view to the road, which was apparently one way. "Oh sh--" quick as he could, he spins the wheel and slams into the judge's car.

By instinct, the judge tried to recourse his vehicle, but ended up twisting the wheels the opposite direction and skidded to a horizontal position.

Another set of horns shrieked as a car attempted to slow down, but crashed straight into the car. Victor pulled over to the side of the road, but decided to roll when he heard sirens. Ignoring calls of hate and intimidation, he sighs and drives away, wondering... what would Sherlock do?

[Lyshomasta]

At the first stop, he considered pulling over, but changed his mind. Instead, he drove out towards the country. Five or ten minutes later, he was driving in the middle of nowhere, and with no one in sight. Sighing, Victor gets out of the car, then glances at his license plates.

"Nah, it's worthless," he told himself, deciding to simply abandon the vehicle. Walking into the hilly plains, he felt stupid for trying something so irreversible. Instead, he returned to his car and drove back again.

"Hmm.... what to do?" Victor finally found an actual road and quickly attached. He noted suspicious farmers and had an idea. Driving towards the farm, he pulls over off the road.

"Well howdy, partner!" Victor exclaims, exiting his vehicle.

"Hey, mate?" the farmer eyed him. Suit, fancy car, annoying assumptions. Obviously in trouble.

"I was just, uh, lookin' fer work, ye." Victor felt like an idiot.

"Work, huh? Didja make some bad work? Needa dissapear?" the farmer smiled.

Victor felt uncomfortable. Was this guy for real? Was he, well, connected? Nahh, just a farmer? ...maybe?

"Huh? I just need to...get some...milk?" Victor chuckled. The farmer stared at him blankly. After a little while, he responded.

"Seriously?" his voice was annoyed. "Some milk? Get in the damn barn."

The farmer pointed towards a red wooden structure across the farm, obstructed by the hen house, pig mud holes, sheep grazing fences, and wandering, rather wild, cows.

"Barn? What fer, fella?" Victor was not ready to ruin himself over this.

"I'm not your 'fella', and I don't talk like that. What do you want, because I sure know I want a sandwich," the farmer finished.

"Dontcha mean sammich!" Victor cracked a huge grin.

"You're an idiot. Get off my damn farm," the farmer turned away.

Victor thought. "Alright, sorry. But I seriously need to hide out. But I'd rather not go through mud holes, okay?" The farmer paused and turned around.

"What can I do you for?" the farmer was glaring at him with mystery.

"Let's just say I'm wanted. Wanted enough to be hiding out here. What interests you?" Victor felt for his wallet. Nothing. What? Where is it?! He remained calm as if he had it.

The farmer expanded a grin to one side of his mouth. "Let's just say I'm wanting. Wanting enough to be sheltering out here. What's valuable to you?"

Victor remained silent. After hesitating for a moment, he pulled out his car keys. "My car?"

"Nope. I'm no idiot. Those cops'll know you're here or bring me in. In fact, why don't you run that thing somewhere else, then walk back here, yeah? Do that, and maybe I'll cut you some slack."

Victor figured. It was free, and the car would have to go anyways.

"Alright, thanks, I guess." Victor re-entered the car and drove away, then he figured again, and sped away.

[Mii]

Nicee. Finally got around to updating, I see xD

[Lyshomasta]

Whipping out his cell phone from a call, Victor answers, "Hello?"

"Victor, there's been a car crash by the 54, and the police are pointing to you. What's going on?" It was his lawyer.

"The judge was drinking and driving, what else is there to it?" Victor hung up the phone, and turned his course back to the courthouse.

"What the..." Victor peered out the window better to see a fire in the distance.

"The courthouse?" He approached a random citizen's house to see it in a complete cloak of flames. "No, nevermind." He was ready to keep driving when his hands suddenly jerked, and his car steered left towards the scene.

Quickly displacing himself from the vehicle, he approaches the house with a group of people. Staring at it, he heard no shrieking or anyone's cry for help, such as 'My baby is in there!', or 'Quick, someone! There's kids in that building!'.

"Damn, " he told himself as he drove away.

[Mii]

Ooooooooh~ I see a plot twist coming on

[Lyshomasta]

Just as he began backing out the lot he parked in near the building, a women went berserk.

"HELP--" Victor cut her off by quickly driving forward again-slamming his front bumper into the nearby pole, popping both. Ignoring the damage, he jumps out of his car to approach the victim.

"WHAT'S GOING ON?!" he yelled crazily. The woman was groping her knee in pain on the floor with a small group surrounding her.

"Ahh! My leg!" Victor pushed someone aside and knelt beside her.

"What seems to be the problem?" He says as he removes her hands from the wound.

"I scraped my leg when I tripped on a rock--" Victor slapped her.

"Seriously? What if something serious happ-"

Just then, a whole roof collapsed behind him, smashing his and dozens of other cars, and ruining the support off a building. Falling to the side, people scattered as the columns of poles and their covers over car parking spaces became a set of annihilating destructive weapons. Another building caught fire from all the frenzy, and a few others around the perimeter. Within moments, the entire neighborhood was caught in flames.

Victor shifted his jaw from side to side, then spoke up.

"Who likes smores?" In an instant, a random citizen was on him, pounding him.

[moke199]

Well made story, but awhile back you said you would make another... and if I'm not mistaken, cooking and eating doesn't take a month? Oh well, can't wait to see the next chapter!

Don't*... my bad

[Lyshomasta]

Hm, I don't recall. A whole new story?

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Victor awoke silently, as if he had just went to sleep. He hadn't much pain, except for his neck. He discovered himself to be in an uncomfortable position, and everything seemed so unlit. The floor was cold concrete, and the air was, no doubt, particularly stuffy. After noting his observations, Victor concluded himself to be in a basement, or another small, dark room. He decided to stand up.

"Hello?" Victor called out. An echo went across the room, signifying the room was much larger than he had thought.

"Yo, he's awake." A deep voice said from his left. He turned, but still couldn't make out the distinctive shadows. Someone rustled and got off from a chair. Footsteps approached.

"Uh, what seems to be the problem, boys?" Victor called out.

A paw rested on his shoulder. Victor swallowed silently. "Who do you work for?"

Gang members? Possible mafia? "The uh, the... the Deathbringers," he replied valiantly. The two bunnies came around from behind him and faced him.

The two bunnies looked at each other and smiled along the way. The deep-voiced one answered, "The Deathbringers? What?"

"That's right. The Deathbringers. You don't want to mess with us. Oh yeah, once my boys find out I'm being held captive, this place is gonna be, uh... brought death. Yea," Victor said.

"Yea, yea. And how do they know where you gonna be?" The deep-voiced one laughed.

"Ha, you'll be surprised by the work my guys can pull. Someone can be dead for hours and no one would have noticed in public, but my guys wouldn't known within 5 minutes, tops. If I were you, I'd release me."

"Yea, yea. I guess you're right. I guess I'm going to release me then." He proceeded to clasp his hands together, then pull them back apart. "Abra-cadabra!"

"You've got a big mouth, mate. If I were you, I'd stuff the fantasies and answer our questions for real." The second bunny added, with a strangely eerie voice.

"Real? You two suckers wouldn't know real if it slapped you across the face." Victor remarked bravely.

Suddenly, the lights flickered on, then off. In the short time of luminance, Victor noticed a very empty room, and stairs on the other side that led upstairs. There were a few weapons around hanging on the walls, but nothing of homely value. This was obviously a hang-out, not a house. There could be more people, dangerous people.

"Yea, yea. So let me try that, yea?" The deep-voiced bunny then arrogantly slapped Victor across the face.

Irritated, Victor mimicked the gangster's behavior. "Hey, the Deathbringers don't take disrespect from anyone."

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