Catastrophic

Chapter 4

I kept babbling on to her as she obviously rolled her eyes every time. I needed to establish respect by telling her lies about how everyone respects me, about heroic deeds I've done, etc. After that ugly crying for what felt like hours, I needed to regain a certain amount of respect from her. I continued speaking after I noticed I'd stopped talking "After all, who couldn't like this beautiful face?" She groaned. "Ugh. When are you going to stop bragging about your life and just question me?"

I was kind of shocked. I literally annoyed my kidnapping victim so much that she not only gave me sass, but she even ASKED to be questioned. Honestly, that bragging would've made me do the same too now that I think about it. I made a weird face as I thought that. "H... heh... heh..." I leaned over on the chair, placing my hands on the back of it. "So, you're asking to be questioned, are you?"

She groaned at me again. "Yes. I know how these things work. You question me, I give answers, and you let me go." I smirked "But what if..." I put my pointer finger under her chin to lift it. Then I finished my sentence. "I didn't let you go?" She gasped. "Why... why wouldn't you let me go?" She asked, questioning. I turned away and stood at the wall.

"Truth is, no one in my nation, not a single fox, likes me. I was lying to you to try and gain your respect." I chuckled a little. "Guess that didn't work. They all think I'm a coward. I need to show them I'm not only a scared baby. I need to off you to gain that respect. I'm assuming anyway." She stared at me in slight disbelief and shock. "W-well... maybe I can help you gain that respect. You'd let me go then, right?" She asked, clearly in pity. I don't need her stupid pity.

I suppose I could use her; she looked like a nice asset to the fight before I shot her, but how would we hide the fact it's not me? It did seem like she knew the answer to that question. Therefore, I asked her. "It's intriguing, but how exactly would we go about it? Judging by your face, it seems you know the answer." She grinned more and more the longer I stared at her.

"Well, I could put on a male armor suit that's your height... which is basically mine, shorty." She grinned at me. I looked back at her angrily. "Whatever." We stayed in silence for a bit until I eventually started walking towards her. "Yep. Alright, fine." I held out my hand to try to untie her, but she already untied her wrists. That sneaky little- never mind. I do still need to know the next plans of an ambush, but whatever. We can deal with that later.

I untied her ankles and torso. "Now... what should I put you in to hide you?" I looked around the room. "Ah!" I grabbed a large box that could fit her. And wrapped a blanket around the box. "Now, not a word unless you want to be my lucky rabbit's foot, got it?" She gulped loudly "Yep. Got it." I started walking up the stairs and my family started questioning what was in the box. I answered honestly. "The bunny." My mother started yelling at me for trying to escort the bunny away, but I interrupted her mid-sentence.

"Mom, don't jump to conclusions. She's dead." I shook the box to add extra noise, since I knew that the bunny would gasp at what I said. "Oh? Let me see! I'm so proud of you, my little kit!" My mother ruffled my long, silver hair. I smiled, then the realization hit. I need to show her the bunny.