Don't Be A Bunny. (Evil BSI AU)

Prologue

     Jack sat quietly on his picnic blanket. He and his family had gone out for a nice lunch on a summer's day. Their stomachs full and their energy restored, all of them had gone off to enjoy the rest of the afternoon. Rosemary was picking flowers with Molly, Sophie and Edd went off to explore a nearby creek and catch frogs, and Jack rested on the checkered cloth they had laid out beneath the shade of a tall oak in the park.

     In this moment, Jack was happy. His business was successful, his wife was happy, and the peaceful chirping of the birds was accompanied by the distant laughing of his children. He sighed, almost ready to drift off into sleep, when he felt something on his hand. Opening his eyes, he looked down at his hand and saw a butterfly flapping its delicate wings as it rested on his fingers.

     What a beautiful creature. Its blue wings shimmered in the dappled sunlight that filtered through the majestic oak's leaves. Slowly and steadily, Jack lifted his hand up to his face. He stared at the insect as its wings slowly opened and closed. Oh, how magical that moment was.

     After his moment of appreciating this simple beauty, a thought entered his head. He tried to ignore it, but it nagged at his mind. He clenched his jaw and took a deep breath, trying to calm himself, but this caused the butterfly to begin fluttering away. He snatched at the butterfly, catching it between his hands.

     He felt its desperate flapping between his palms and he slowly squeezed his hands together until the movement died down. Moving one of his hands away, he looked down at the butterfly in his hand. Its body was crushed and its wings were crumpled. Such natural beauty, destroyed on an impulse. He dropped it into the tall grass and stood, seeing his family headed back towards him.

     Rosemary and the kids were chatting about whatever excitement the day's fun had brought as Jack folded up the picnic blanket. Once all of them got their items together, they headed home. All was well. Jack did his paperwork and answered his calls. He went to the workshop and checked up on his employees. The experience with the butterfly was out of his mind by the time he was in his bed, but the thoughts that caused it were not.