Oh how it feels to chase. The tickle if the grass as I glide over the hard soil. The breeze flowing through my multicolored fur. My muscles tightening as I push them to the limit. This rabbit has no chance. I lunge. I feel the warm iron taste drip on my tongue. This hunt was successful.
Yes. I'm still alive. Did you really think those stupid little boys could kill me? Let me tell you what happened.
As I closed my tired eyes, and let out one last breath. They stopped. They thought I died. Good. When they back away, I flew up, flipping the cold metal chain into my mouth. In one bite, the chain shatters. I stand there growling. Waiting for one to make a move. Dean looks up, watching. The boy with the bat takes a swing. I feel the breeze over my ears. I jump, straight for his chest. We fall. My sharp, white teeth sinks into his neck. He lets out a screech. I tare away my head, bringing with me a chunk of the mans throat. I drop it, staring at the others. My red eyes piercing into their eyes. My mouth dripping with blood as a show my stained teeth and growl. The other boys start to walk away slowly. But I pay no attention to them. I stand firm in front of their leader, Chance. I start to creep up to him. He steps back, the knife ready. He knows I'm not going to let him go. He turns to run, but he falls fast to the ground as I step on his trembling back. He pleads but I pay no mind. I rip claw marks into his spine. I grab the back of his neck with my powerful jaw. I whip my neck around. Slitting his neck, making him bleed out very slowly. As the blood runs down his neck I start to walk away. Leaving him to die a slow, painful death. Just what he deserves. I look over my should back at Dean. The knife is right beside him. He will mange to break free. He's scared. I never wanted to hurt him. But I should've known. I look at him with sorry eyes. And turn back to walk away. They boys weren't the first who I've killed. And they won't be the last.
