Predator

A Difficult Decision

Thump thump thump. Thump thump thump. The organ within my rabbit's chest never disappoints me with reducing it's accelerated rate. It has a rhythm to it that makes my own heart flutter with excitement.

I gaze into the teenager's frantic eyes as they dart around, looking for an escape route, trying to formulate some sort of plan. His breathing is becoming shallow and strained the more I let the panic sink in. That is, until his eyes finally set on the ground near his feet.

He pauses a moment, a look of retaliation spreading across his face, before he looks back up at me. Is he about to do what I think he's about to do? The boy looks back down, fingers twitching with anticipation, confirming my assumption.

He's going to make a run for it. Not only that, but he's going to fight back. I thought he'd lost all his nerve on the trails but it seems he still has enough of it to face me.

With a final glance in my direction, the boy quickly kneels down, grabbing a fist full of the earth. He turns to throw it in my eyes when I catch his wrist, twisting it painfully. He lets out a yelp as the dirt and rocks slip through his fingers. Still clutching his arm, I stand up forcing him up with me. "Are you not having fun, little rabbit?" I sneer.

The distressed expression he wears contorts with anger as he glares back at me. "Fuck you," he grits out before spitting in my face.

Taken aback, I turn away, my jaw tightening as I glower into the distance. I can feel my blood begin to boil, my nose flaring at every hard breath I let out. I reach up, cleaning the dribble off with one swipe of my hand.

I'm going to make him regret that.

Shoving him back against the tree with force, I cause him to lose his balance. I can see the fear in his eyes as he leans on the trunk, unsure of what he might have just done.

My growl rips through the quiet night as I raise my clawed hand, ready to strike. My little rabbit barely has time to turn away, lifting his arms to shield himself, before my claws come down and make contact with his shoulder. I tear through the sweatshirt easily, breaking skin beneath.

He yells out in pain, his knees buckling underneath him as he falls to the ground. He cradles his arm, obliging me with more tears. Seeing him like this is so pleasing that I almost forget his little misdemeanor.

BUT, I'm still not content enough with his punishment. I said that he will regret it, and I don't think he's at that point yet.

Smirking, I strike him again, this time meeting his back. My stomach flips as he cries out, and I can't help but laugh in response. I've truly brought the terror back and slammed it right into him.

I'm nothing but gleeful as my little rabbit tries to scramble away from me, sobbing uncontrollably. It's great! Even his whole body is shaking. But does he really think he can get away from me? No, I'm sure he doesn't. I've noticed that he's too smart to actually think something so absurd.

I grab one of his legs tightly, digging my claws into it and aggressively taunt, "little rabbit, where do you think you're going? I'm not done playing."

The sweet melody of his screams are all that answer me. They drown me into a state of euphoria until they stop, replacing themselves with his grunts and heavy breathing. He clenches his teeth, preventing his distressed song from continuing.

I pull him towards me, filled with need for an encore. Again! Again! Please make that lovely tune again!

I bend down to grab him by his sweatshirt, hoping that I might be able to squeeze it out of him when he flips himself over and kicks me frantically in my nose with his other foot. I release his leg and grab my nose with a roar of pain as I fall back onto the ground, my vision being consumed by patterns of black and dark red mixtures.