Bunny walks from left to right, and ponders about his next kill, our hunt that depends on the people, and how fun they are. I stand over the man lathered in salt, and peeper. He has half of his torso, gone and spinning over the coals beheind me. I smell the great smell and read the local Logan Review. 

An scream goes from his mouth and I slowly stand up too the noises. I grave my chopping knife, and come over, putting the knife under his bloody neck. 

DO YOU REAAAAAALLLYYYYY HAVE TOO RUIN MY TIME? I AM TRYING TOO READ, I GAVE YOU YOUR TIME, I LET YOU TALK EVEN THOUGH HOW STUPID IT IS. Jesus, Bunny lowers his knife, and is happy that silence feels the room. I again sit down, and read the local newspaper. Silence is bless 

​​​​​​​I hear an knock on my door and I ponder too the time. It's 4am in the morning, and I don't get visitors. I run up the stairs, and get ready. I wipe the dust off my suit and open the door. The chains barely let the light go into the room. In the light is an man, in an suit, and he has an cameraman beheind him. I throw my head back, and open the door.

Come in, come in, I allow you time to ask me questions, but doooooooooo noooootttt do not piss me off at all. This is an rare occasion so don't fuck it up for yourself. They walk in, and look around. 

Wait for an second, as I need to tidy up the room. I shuffle down the stairs, and thrown an blanket over the body hanging from his roof. 

Okay come down know, and they come down. I sit down, and have two chairs that are on the other side of the table. Okay give me some questions, and I will try to answer.

Okay Bunny, what happened with the police two days ago?

OH WAIIIIIIT I HAVE AN PRESENT FOR YOURSELFS. WAIT ONE SECOND

I run up the stairs, and grab my long knife. This knife is my second favorite, and the grip has green camo on it. I actually bought this in an shop which is not like me, since I don't leave the woods most. I run down the stairs, and throw an knife into the chest of the man holding the camera. He drops the camera, limping and falling to the right. The reporter screams and moans as he wabbles on the ground, as he stares into the knife plunged into his right side of his torso. The other reporter stands up as he see's the cameraman dying on the ground below him. He puts his hands over his head, and stands up.

Please don't hurt me I don't want too do anything to you. So don't hurt me, I have an family, and two kids. He goes back, and runs into the wall beheind him. 

JIM, I KNOW HOW YOU ARE YOU ARE A COWARD, YOU DON'T HAVE AN FAMILY. THE ONLY WOMEN THAT TOUCH YOU ARE THE STREET WALKERS YOU HIRE ON A DAILY BASIS. So be quiet as I enjoy killing you. (laughs)