Plagued by Dreams

Rapid gunshots and piercing screams played out as morbid background music as he carefully tread through the mud in the trenches. The ground would shake periodically from the mortar blasts. He stepped around the corpses of the men who died for their country. Some of them were so achingly young, who should have been everywhere else but here in this land of death. Further along towards the rear he walked, ever more determined to complete his mission. After much dodging of soldiers running back and forth as well as in inquiries of his purpose, he reached his destination.

-Finally found you.

He entered into a pretty pristine compound considering its location. The hallways were pretty much deserted but a din of noise could be heard further within. As he got closer the noise resolved itself to be laughter. He tightened his grip on his gun in anger but forced himself to calm down.

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"Thanks to your most generous contributions, we'll finally be able to put down those rabid mutts, hahaha!" A porcine man laughed gleefully while groping the woman beside him.

"Not at all, not at all. This is merely what I should be doing." A slim man with chilling eyes in a crisp suit replied.

The porcine man preened at the response.

"Didn't you say you were going to introduce someone to me today?"

The cold man nodded as he leaned back and took a sip of his drink.

"Indeed, you could say he's an expert of his trade. A bit enthusiastic and creative as well." He chuckled darkly.

Not long after that was said a light knocking sound was heard from the door.

"I do believe that is him."

"It is!?" The porcine man said excitedly, then he cleared his throat and said as stately as he could, "Enter."

The man who had been walking through the trenches entered the room silently.

"Well then, I'll let you two get acquainted." The cold man said as he placed his drink down and got up from his seat.

"You're not staying?" The porcine man looked startled.

"I have a busy schedule to attend to."

The cold man then proceeded to leave the room, though not before clapping the shoulder of the mercenary and whispering into his ear, "You pass."

"So what should I call you, Mr.-?" The porcine man said somewhat uneasily.

The mercenary let out a gleeful and unhinged smile.

"I am your death." He said as he raised his weapon and fired.

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The rabbit finally woke up from his unconsciousness.

-Ugh, it's been awhile since I've dreamed about the past.

He shook himself to drive the grogginess away. He looked down and noticed how absolutely filthy was.

-I need a bath badly. No need to attract more predators than necessary.

He hopped out of the hollow and was startled when the bones of the weasel met him.

-Did I really eat the whole thing?

But he soon threw that thought to the back of his mind and continued to hop towards the stream. After reaching the stream he was once again startled when he saw his reflection.

-Are my eyes purple? Maybe it's just the red of the blood making them seem that way.

He held his breath and dunked himself into the water and vigorously rolled about. After inspecting that he really was as clean as could be, he decided to check on his eyes again, but they were still their limpid sky blue color.

-Huh, I guess it really was my imagination.

He hopped out of the water and shook himself dry.

-I need to find somewhere else to spend the night. All that blood has made the place unlivable.

The rabbit then set off once again through the forest.