Little Drabbles

Like a rabbit in a mouse trap

Emilien sighed closing up the shop for the day. Day four, of his boyfriend not stopping by. He assumed the boy was just busy..but he still worried, more so with the weather.

It's been raining off and on. The nights have been getting colder..normally Victor would come by to sleep in Emis room so he wouldn't have to sleep in that condition, but four days and..nothing.

Emi hummed to himself while wiping the tables and tried to think of where Victor could be.

After his chores were done he walked to the living room, intending to tell his father he was done and ask if he could leave the house, but was caught by the TV and paused to watch the news cast.
More rainy days ahead, even colder nights..some people protesting something once again..

And update on 'The White Rabbit'

Emilien's eyes lit up.
News on White Rabbit ment news on Victor.
He played with the sleeve of his shirt listening to the broadcast.

"We've been following the long stream of murders being held out by someone titled 'White Rabbit'. Early this morning we received word of a total break and end in the cases."

"..End in the cases?"

A shot of anxiety hit Emi's spine..

Did Victor turn himself in?
It doesn't sound like him..

The broadcast continued "A near victim who chooses to be anonymous came forward admitting to having been attacked by Rabbit. And in a moment of panic and fear, managing to kill them."

Emilien flinched slightly at the sentence and his already pale skin somehow felt paler.

The news man cleared his throat "About three days ago, Monday afternoon, our source describes having taken long walks following a system of notes, which they thought was left by a friend in a sort of joke.
They found themselevs under a deck and cornered by our masked Rabbit. According to the source, Rabbit swung at them with a blunt item. Luckily they managed to move out of the way and pull an emergency pocket knife. The second time Rabbit swung at them, they swung back with the knife and planted it below Rabbit's ribs-"

The rest of the broadcast felt fuzzy. The room started to spin and Emilien could feel his legs give out as he fainted and hit the floor.

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When Emilien next opened his eyes, his father and mother where gathered. Bob seemingly shrugged it off once seeing he was alive, but his mother gave a concerned face asking if he was okay.

Emilien couldn't form the words to answer. He looked back at the TV.

The news was still on, but it moved on from the story.

He felt tears welling to his eyes, hoping what he heard was somehow part of a ploy.

Hoping Victor would somehow show up at his door and be alive.

But of course, it wouldn't happen.

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There wasn't any funeral for Victor, the mainstream celebrated his death. Estatic that the 'monster' that's harmed this city for years was finally killed.

Emilien did what he could. Burying a shirt he let Victor borrow and painting a small mural dedicated to him on an abandoned mall.

He couldn't exactly tell anyone what was wrong. Not without admitting that he was, in sorts, an accomplic. Without admitting that he wished the 'monster' wasn't killed.