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Let's Go NowhereThe night was black and still. Steam rose from the earth, the freshly damp moss releasing spectral like vapours into the dark sky. Now was the time, now the hour, for the wolves to hunt. Like giant ragged demons these warriors of the damned stalked the forest floor in search of a weak prey on which to feast. Their shoulders high and sharp, a winged silhouette inked onto the leafy ground betrays their soft and calculating movements, an early warning system to any small prey; Run lest ye be ripped and shredded by the Lycan.

Four such rabbits dwell just beneath the surface, waiting, watching, listening for the approach of the razor fanged wolf. It is only a matter of time until they must dare the night and make haste across the woodland. It is not just the dogs who must feed tonight.

Biolith pointed a whiskered nose from the hole in the ground and sniffed the air. It was clean and fresh. There was a stench that followed the Lycan like a dark cloud. Its teeth and gums stained with blood and its mane caked in filth, this was a smell that could be picked out by a keen pair of nostrils from hundreds of meters away. Biolith crept, cautiously at first, then hastily from the underground hideout. He knew that to make it to the fallow field where he could find food and be hidden was simply a matter of making it the short distance to the edge of the forest. He cut a strong and agile figure for a rabbit. He moved fast and was light on his feet while still having the strength to catapult himself over roots and logs. However, there was a confidence issue with the young sprinter. He knew the dangers and they clearly played on his mind.

Next to venture out of the ground was a feisty young thing called Blood Of The Spectre. Blood had a large scar across his face from previous misadventures and a confidence of one that has won far more confrontations than in fact he actually had. It was not a misplaced confidence as such because Blood was unmatched for speed and aggression across the floor but for all he had in hutzpah, he lacked in stealth and subtlety. He would damn well make the meadow or he would go out fighting, not with his brothers in fur, but tussling with the bigger beast. The wolf could bring his jaws and the wolf could bring his claws but this little rabbit would take the killer’s eyes before the sacrifice was done.

Shadows were now beginning to run in the undergrowth. A spreading darkness began to block out the starlight and sent whispers in the cool night air. With a softness not expected from such a hulking skeletal creature the Lycan came now, following a scent. The rabbits were fast and they were agile but the wolf cared not. Tonight he would taste flesh… and soon. Following the smell of freshly disturbed dirt and moss the Lycan picked his plod into a trot. The hunt was on.

Parallel Ground was rabbit who had seen many things in its young life. Other rabbits come and go but some remain, still hungry and stronger with every outing. Very much at home in the forest Parallel Ground kicked as hard as his legs could against the soft undergrowth. He was known for throwing caution to the wind and not sticking to his conventional upbringing. Parallel had always dreamt of bigger things and until know had struggled to shake off his demons. Now he ran harder and faster than most of the other young rabbits in the warren. And here he was now, pounding through bracken and gorse, eyes ablaze and one thing on his mind, staying alive.

This would not be easy as by the time Let’s Go Nowhere came out of the warren the stench of death from the wolfs lips was overpowering. Let’s Go Nowhere was a ragged little thing with a limp and mangy fur. As soon as he’d stepped from the hole he knew there would be trouble. Instantly he felt hot air on his neck and steam clouded around him. He turned slowly to see the origin of this putrid cloud only to find himself face to face with a large grinning wolf. Its teeth bared and dripping with foamy saliva; its eyes scrunched up and focused on the poor bunny that sat helplessly before it. A large paw came thundering down next to Let’s Go Nowhere who at once turned and ran. The rabbit’s leg twisted in a tree root and he hit the floor hard. The wolf right on cue pounced and slammed his gnashing jaws down onto the rabbit. Let’s Go Nowhere had been able to get up and run again almost as soon as he’d hit the floor which meant the filthy Lycan now stood chewing on mud and tree root. Without another breath the giant dog leapt into the air and began to give chase. Let’s Go Nowhere dived in and out of fallen trees, ran through brambles and bunches of tall grass that grew where the sun broke through the trees during the sunlit days. The wolf simply crashed through all these obstacles effortlessly if not clumsily never taking its bloodshot eyes from the rabbit.

The wolf took a chance and sprang, his claws outstretched, his teeth wide apart. The beast came crashing down on top of the rabbit and his fangs plunged deep into its flesh. The sweet warm release of blood filled the wolf’s mouth as he ripped and tore at the flesh. The wolf held up the rabbit in his mouth. But wait… This was not the animal that had made him chew the earth. This was not Let’s Go Nowhere. This was Biolith. The Lycan tossed the dead rabbit to the side like a wet rag and continued his chase. He would not let a rabbit humiliate him and live.

The earth shook as the wolf gave chase, his heavy paws thumping the ground as he stormed through the wood. The rabbits couldn’t stop now. They had one goal and one chance. They would have to run faster than ever before now as the wolf knew they were there and was closing in. Biolith had already been caught and mauled, who would be next? Blood Of The Spectre and Parrallel Ground did not stop to think on this and, almost colliding, decided to stick together. Let’s Go Nowhere was not in sight. The two rabbits powered forward willing the edge of the forest into view. Once there they could hide in the long grass and just keep moving. The wolf would also struggle to get over the fence that rabbits could simply lunge underneath.

This was all running through Parallel Ground’s mind as he ran. It was so distracting in fact that he did not notice the large lingering figure pounding up behind him. A shadow now crept under Parallel’s feet as he ran and a spatter of saliva flicked onto his head. The wolf’s jaws closed down swiftly and suddenly around the rabbit’s neck severing his head clean off. The rabbit’s lifeless body rolled to halt a few paces ahead. The Lycan stood over it chewing the head, making sure to pop the eyes and gnaw the face of this cocky little fiend. But had the wolf been tricked again? What was this young fine looking pelt before him? This was not the scrawny half mange ridden coat that had taunted him before. The wolf spat out Parallel Ground’s head. It bounced against a tree and rolled along next to the body to which it once belonged. The wolf looked up to see a rabbit bounding toward the field just ahead. This was surely the catch he’d been waiting for.

Blood Of The Spectre had seen the edge of the field just ahead and felt a renewed energy and vigour. He would be free and he would be fed. The wolf couldn’t make it through the railings and would have to wait on the other side. Blood Of The Spectre had run for some time with Parallel Ground but when the wolf came on the scene Blood took a different path. Now though with the end in sight he ran and ran using every ounce of strength. Oh god the elation! The feeling of being free from peril over came the young rabbit This was it, he had put every thing his body could physically manage into out running this Lycan and here he was, victorious. As Blood put his head through the railings an intense pain shot through his spine. He came to an immediate stop and his throat closed in. His body was thrown into the air and bought back down hard onto the soft grass. The last thing Blood Of The Spectre saw was the trailing end of the snare that killed him.

The Wolf now knew he would have to get into the field. He ran at the railings as fast as his frame could take him and he launched from a tree stump. The animal flew through the air with a terrifying scowl. His teeth were clenched and his claws were primed. His rippling leg muscles were as hard as rock as he extended his body over the spiked railings. As his front legs started their descent his back legs retracted to take some of the impact. As he did this, his hind legs got caught on the spikes and with a blood curdling yelp the Lycan impaled his midsection on top of the railings. It was over. The beast watched as his own blood ran down the iron posts, his legs twitched sending new shivers of pain to his already fading brain. The spikes stuck through the animals back legs and proclaimed violent victory over the wolf standing high, steaming in the midnight air.

As the wolf closed his eyes for the last time he saw the scrawny ugly vermin that was Going Nowhere, limping through the posts. Let’s Go Nowhere stopped to look at the creature bleeding to death above him. With all heirs and graces, the young rabbit turned away and hopped off to feed on the rich pastures, not tormenting the dying creature further. For he was the victor, his was the earth.

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Reviewed by: StooACP