A Very Creature Christmas (DISAPPOINTMENT)

Day 2: The Dead Rabbit

Warning: Gore

Aleks' POV

"Fuck off Wilson!" I yell at the dick I consider my friend. I swat my hand at James' face, trying to get him away from me. for the past five minutes, he's been buzzing around my office looking for his bottle of 'liquid ass'.

I keep telling him I don't have it, yet he's convinced I have it stashed somewhere in my office.

"But I need it, Jordan wanted payback on Dan!" James whines out while fishing through one of the many boxes i have strewn around my office.

"Do it later, I'm trying to edit!" I yell, pushing the man out of my room, once he's successfully out, i push the door close.

As I push it closed, I hear a 'thunk'. i look down at the door frame to see James' shoe blocking the door from closing.

I glare at him while he gives me a goofy one-sided grin. i try to shove his foot away, but he uses this time to slip half his body inside the door frame.

"James! Fuck! Off!" I scream, flinging the door open, and marching out into the hallway. Jordan's office door opens and he walks out.

"Aleks? What was the yelling for?" he asks, I pay little attention to him. I walk into the entrance, grab my hoodie off the couch and make my way downstairs and out the office building.

Once i get outside, the brisk air nips at my bare arms; I quickly climb into my dark-grey hoodie. I stroll over to the giant field outside the building complex, and throw myself onto the grass next to a pile of mud.

I stare up at the white sky, almost every inch of it is covered in clouds. 

Sometimes, it's so hard not to hate James, he's kind hearted, but he's also a massive dick.

The cold cold air burns my nostrils as i breath it in, trying to calm down my nerves. I rarely get this angry with James but i was on a short rope today as Mishka had kept me up all night as the quick change in weather made her sick.

Once i'd calmed down enough, I put my hands on either side of me to push myself up, my left hand landed in the soft pull of mud.

I groaned in annoyance, I looked at my hand to see what sort of damage had been done; for some resaon, instead of seeing brown mud, I saw red.

I looked down at what I had previously thought was mud in horror. At my feet lay a carcass of a small animal, like a rabbit, it's fresh, as the blood is still slowly trickling out of its wounds.

Brown patches of fur are loosely thrown around the animal, each strand seemingly coated in thick blood.

I run back to the office complex screaming, sticking my contaminated hand out in front of me.

I run inside the building, up the white stairs and start banging on our office door; i forgot a key in my haste to leave.

After a couple seconds, Kevin opens the door, his eyes widen when he sees my state. "Aleks! Are you okay? Jordan said you left 10 minu- are you crying?"

Kevin reaches up with one of his hands to brush away any tears that might of slipped in my panic to get here.

"I need to wash up" i say shakily, pushing past Kevin and making my way to the kitchen, i put my hand in the sink and turn on the hot water.

Once the water heats up, i take a bottle of soap, unscrew the lid, and pour its contents on my searing hot hand.

I feel tears drip off my chin, probably the after shock of touching the carcass, i never did well with dead animals, last years Easter hunt was bad, what with the dead squirrel and all.

I hear someone come in beside me, i look up, it's James. "Aleks, i'm sorry i was being a dick, Kevin told me you ran in here crying, and-"

"It's fine James" i croak out, trying to manage a smile. i turn off the blistering hot water and grab a towel from the counter to dry my hands.

"do, do you want to say why you were crying?" James asks cautiously, the wonder evident in his voice. I wipe any ghost tears off my face.

I decide to tease him. "not r-really, how about we play gang beasts instead" i say, trying and failing to cock an eyebrow.

"record?" he asks, taking my arm and dragging me to his office.

"nah" I say simply, darting into his office before him and stealing the best chair, forcing James to sit in the uncomfortable wooden chair.

"dick" he mutters, forcefully sitting in the hard chair

"right back at you" i say, a smile tugging at my lips, screaming forgiveness. I give in, and spend the next 2 hours failing to edit anything, except for my anger towards James.

A/N well incase you didn't realize, it's late, so this sucks. anywho hope you enjoy. Cheers c: