Elemental (Cancelled)

Chapter 3: The Final Straw

What was I going to do? No money meant no food, no water and no life. Why was everyone suddenly avoiding me? Cold looks and icy glares followed me back to my cave. I breathed a sigh of relief as I rounded the corner, revealing the one place I called home. The place I could go and forget how awful the day had been.

My private sanctuary. The only thing I have left. My spirits began to lift as I approached my Rocky home. "Rock's Rocky home!" I said to myself, bringing the first smile in a while to my lips. I couldn't wait to see all the animals that took refuge in my cave, and the flowers and moss that grew all around inside. They were my friends.

As I started off down the steep hill down to my cave, I couldn't help but notice that something seemed, off. I shrugged it off as my over-paranoid brain playing tricks, as usual. A nagging feeling in my head told me to stop ignoring my feelings, but I didn't need any more problems, thank you very much.
I was almost home.

I could already feel my stress melting away as the opening to the cave became visible. Home sweet home. I hummed a tune I heard bursting from loud car stereos on the main road above. "Only a short climb left" I told myself.

I began my ascent up the steep hill that led to my home, not noticing the minor irregularities in the ground around me. The steep path, though I never had trouble climbing, took of mind away from the dark specs in the ground. Away from fur, abandoned on the earth.

Eventually I reached the top of the hill and started stepping towards my home. My pace quickened as I came closer and closer to the entrance, that feeling of unease growing. By the time I reached my house, I was practically jogging, but when I reached the entrance, I stopped dead.

As I saw the opening to my cave, I felt my legs go numb. I slumped onto my knees and tried to fight the impulse to vomit. Because there on the floor was blood. And with blood came death, injuries. Sure enough, my eyes followed the blood to...
"No!" I cried. "Why!?". I couldn't hold it anymore. I vomited noisly on the floor and collapsed, exhaustion and shock taking hold of me. For there, at the end of the blood trail was...

Three dead rabbits.

I sobbed silently onto the floor, it was so awful, how could anyone have killed innocent wildlife!? I sobbed and sobbed, with the tears finally welling up into one huge howl of sadness.
"Who could do something like th-" My outburst was interrupted by an almighty shaking and grinding noise. An earthquake? Explosives? Was the culprit going to blow me up too? Bits of rock fell down from the ceiling, or was it the ground? I was completely disorientated...

The last thing I heard was a scream. Not mine, a little girl's. One thought struck me before I blacked out.

I am a murderer.