I wish I died in my sleep. My body is crying for relief. Every twitch and readjustment sends jolts of dull aches through me. Am I going to die of dehydration sitting under a rock too sore to even claw my own pocket of belonging in this cruel uncaring world.

I am torn from my self loathing with a growling in my stomach.

I haven't eaten in almost a whole day, I also haven't drank, which is probably why I am this sore. What do I do; the only "food" is that damnable bunny, and I don't dare risk a direct confrontation or I will be half the man I am now literally.

With a heavy heart I pull out my phone and power cord from my pocket. I attempt to power it on, but I have no way to tell if it is charged or if the display is broken. I set down my phone and fiddle with my charging cable. It always seems to tie itself into knots.

That's it!

With a flash of inspiration I lay back on my "bed" and fiddle with my cord for a few hours until I can physically move without wanting to die.

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I lay in the fallen tree, the branches concealing me from view. I see the bi-horned horror following its own trail. It hesitates in front of a loop; it looks right and then left, almost looking me in the eyes in doing so.

I hold my breath watching its eye roam over me, careful not to move less I break my own concealment. The rabbit gives one last chuff in the air and attempts to push through my makeshift snare.

I watch with bated breath as the loop I tied slowly tightens around its neck.

Success now all I gotta do is-

My internal monologue is cut short by a cracking through the air, followed by another and another.

I look around and see several trees cut down from this creature's magic. A ceaseless barrage hammers down like artillery leaving little behind.

The rabbit thrashes about more than a fish on land all the while releasing those devastating blasts.

When suddenly it is still, and I feel a rush of wind push against me in an almost gentle manner, looking at the trees the swaying seems unnatural. It appears to be coming from the-

Before that thought finishes I notice the glow of an attack and roll out of cover barely dodging another concussive force from the rabbit.

That's ok all I have to do is wait it out, I can do that right. My suicidally long internal monologue almost gets me killed as I again ignore the ongoing lightshow on the rabbits fur until the last second.

The narrative has been taken without permission. Report any sightings.

I again hobble away those few moments and adrenaline doing wonders for my survival.

Limping away I take a risk and look

Is it tired? Casting? Suffocating?

My heart hits the floor and tries to bury itself among the needles.

Its eyes are full of hate and intelligence. And my snare caught it under his arms.

The chances of it dying is zero. Chances of it breaking out and killing me? I dare not calculate. Why didn't I plan for failure?

Looking around I see some medium sized rocks cleaved from a boulder. Timed to improvise.

I step back into the clearing and leap to the side as the rabbit glows brightly and sends out more invisible projectiles.

I am not agile. My body doesn't normally keep up the way I want it to.

I tend to bumble and wade through life stumbling on the slightest elevation changes.

But for one glorious moment it seems as if I can do anything I want.

I throw a chunk of rock at the Rabbit as it fires.

The rock gets split in half and shatters on the floor, the attack not penetrating past it.

As the dust from the shattered pieces waft up I see that it gets rapidly sucked toward the rabbit.

It seems he is creating a vacuum behind his shot. It would explain the clapping I hear each attack.

Dodge step forward, dodge step forward, I attempt to win this battle of attrition where one mistake means death.

I can feel it, moving my excessive bulk combined with my hunger and previous injury; I am tiring.

I take a step too late and pay for it in a large gash in my side.

I can't dodge more, I have to bet it all on a final gambit.

I pull out my phone and throw it at the next attack the rabbit predictably slices it in half.

A maniacal grin oozes on my face, my malice as satisfaction made bare as the putrid smoke of bellows forth and is subsequently pulled to the rabbit effectively blinding it.

It again reverts back to its base instinct of firing randomly, I gladly take that chance and I approach.

I am so close just a few more steps, he is none the wiser he can't see-

The hair on my neck raises straight up as I feel a breeze on my face.

With the glow obscured by the smoke I can only assume where the rabbit is.

It's too late to dodge, I don't know where it is or where it's aiming.

I jump forward with my stone in front of me.

Impact, I am filled with the elation of success, followed by blinding pain in my arm that doesn't take too kindly to its unfair treatment.

That is not the end of my suffering as my both shield and weapon breaks, and I am face to face with the rabbit.

The fact that it has one eye and horn only makes that glare more intimidating.

It begins to glow, and doesn't stop. The green glow seemingly escaping the bounds of the rabbit. That glow is greedily drunk up by the rabbits single horn and remaining stump.

"Touché" I manage to eke out as I am blasted across the clearing.

I am left with one thought as I sail through the air, watching my prey get pushed loose from my trap.

I should have searched for water instead.

My stream of consciousness is thus ended with a meaty Twack.