Little White Rabbit

"Sorry kid, this is a private event and I'm afraid you're too small to apply to get in. Run along now" The buff bouncer said as he took a puff from his fag as he stared down at the unusual boy.

The kid was standing on his left leg with the right curled behind. His left hand playing with his long messy black hair while the right held a little white rabbit plushie by a paw. The kid laughed. But it wasn't one of happiness and fun. It was out of irritation and pure insanity. It sounded like it came straight out of a horror film mental patient.

The kid started to walk past the bouncer bumping shoulders, hard.
The bouncer stumbled while the kid seemed unfazed.

"Please refrain from calling me 'kid'. I quiet like the term Rabbit better" The boy turned and winked at the bouncer. His white eyes as dull as always.

The bouncers confidences faltered.
"Y-you're-" He was talking too slow which irritated the boy.

"Yes! I am the Little White Rabbit. Now if you please, I have business to take care to" the boy started walking again towards the iron door but before he opened it he stopped.

"Just one question. What does a dagger and a knife have in common?"

The bouncer trembled at the question. He had heard of rumours that if the rabbit was disrespected... Well, off with your head. So the bouncer desired to keep his mouth shut.

"They are different sizes yet they can both kill as easy." The boy said quietly while pushing open the iron door and embracing the sweet aroma.

Blood.

(Warning this book hold many mature qualities. Such as harsh language, graphic murder and some sexual. If you do not any of that then don't waste your time complaining.