Red Tower (Book 2 of the Red Series)

Prolouge

    “How cute. Another fuckin rabbit.” 

    The little ball of fluff went down with a louder whine than any animal that size should’ve made. Blood splattered across the oak tree, one thin line dripping down into the grooves. 

    Birds called in high pitched shrieks, scaring the critters in the underbrush. The sky turned to gold as the evening set in. The clearing grew silent once again. Peaceful. Beautiful. The smell of fresh autumn and even fresher blood stung the air. 

    “I guesss the liddle hopper shoulda shtayed in his hole.” Tyson said, chuckling while clicking the safety back on. He threw the long, aged pistol over his shoulder with a lazy smirk... savagely burning himself with the still smoking nozzle. 

    He yowled like the fool he was. He chucked the hunk of metal past the tree. He checked his raw shoulder and cursed under his breath at the damage. No hospital seemed to be around there, wherever he was. He’d have to fix it himself. He wiped his drooling mouth with the cream colored cloth, staining the cloth with drops of yellow. He draped the tiny rag over his bright pink shoulder. Where had his other sleeve gone again? He scanned the hazy oaks, looking for any sign of life. Trees, upon trees, upon trees... 

      

    “Shelona?” He growled out between gulps from his brown bottle. “Shelona you bish get ova herrrre”

    He wandered around, turning full circle and back again. He scratched his head. Giving up, he downed his bottle in one gulp and tossed it on the ground. He clutched his other shoulder and cursed again. 

    If he had been a little more aware, a little more sober, he might have noticed the pistol swerve just slightly. Or hear the smallest, squeakiest click. 

    Blood splattered across the oak tree, Tyson’s body falling face first in the dirt, the bunny’s corpse as his pillow. 

    The gun slipped into the rabbit burrow.