Roger Rabbit Scene Two Novels & Stories

I feel a wave of panic wash over me as I realised I'm completely at his mercy. Suddenly, I hear a faint noise coming from outside the room. It sounds like a silent and cautious sound of footsteps. Roger's head snaps up, his ears perked up like a wolf on high alert. "What was that?" He asked me as if I had been the one who had been satisfying my useless fetish by sleeping with virgin wolves and powerless omegas. I try to play dumb, but Roger's grip on my wrists tightens. "Don't lie to me," he snarls. "I know someone's out there."

Running up to the dragon, she pounded on it’s hind leg and wailed. “Why?!?! Why did you do this!?!?” The dragon snorted and attempted to nuzzle her with his big nose and she fell into it. She sobbed for all of her heart break. “Is this the flower we came for?” Roger’s weak voice carried to her from where she had left him. She looked up. He was sitting there with a confused look on his face, holding up the very flower that they had come for. She didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. She did both, without caring that she sounded insane.

I hold my aching side, bracing myself to keep going, run it off, when I notice two things at once. A few feet away, under the tall oak where Mari had been perched, there’s a white rabbit, upright on her haunches, staring at me, frozen in place. And my wolf isn’t fighting me for our skin. The rabbit’s tiny heart flutters under its smooth fur, racing. Its pink and white ears point skyward. My wolf notes the little critter, his mouth instinctively watering, but he dismisses her as quickly as he notices her.

Be slow. 'Right,' she says, sounding unsure. It takes her a moment before she takes a confident direction. I let her lead, following close behind her. She stops, her nose twitching, before taking a turn and walking with her nose close to the ground. 'There,' she says as she confidently stops, raising her head and glancing back at me. I look ahead and, sure enough, a small black and brown rabbit sits in the middle of a small clearing. It eats some foliage, it's ears twitching every here and there. 'What do I do now?' Her voice sounds unsure, all her confidence from a moment ago lost to the world.

Upon arriving home, I went to change and prepare to help Roger with his shower. As I entered his room without knocking, I was startled to see spiders crawling over him. Roger lay on his bed in his clothes from earlier, eyes closed and head tilted towards the ceiling. I felt something cold on my foot as I was wearing flip-flops. Looking down, I couldn't help but let out a shrill scream, which seemed to startle Roger. He quickly rushed over to where I stood at the entrance and picked up the white snake, gently caressing it. "When did you get out of your cage, Ghost?" he said as he placed the snake back in its cage and then turned to glare at me. "You should have knocked."

“Or let me repeat this to Evelyn and see how she reacts.” Roger raised his hand, sharp nails started to appear, and he scared me. "If you say that again, I'll scratch your face." At this moment, the group in front stopped. Because he couldn't see me, Ryan stopped to wait for me; unexpectedly, he saw the scene of Roger sticking his nails in my face. Ryan's attitude was like he was about to fly over and strangle Roger, he asked coldly. "What are you doing?" Roger broke into a sweat at Ryan's unfriendly question and pulled his nails back. “I was just playing around with Erza, her hair had something on it, and I was trying to get it out.”

Peggy swallowed hard, a chill running down her spine that had nothing to do with the cold… Heather suddenly stopped hard, nearly sending them all over her head. “Heather, what the hell?!” Archer shouted. Heather was growling. Peggy glanced around before she saw it too. The body and ears belonged to a rabbit. The face had things, black horns, and long tentacles that scraped along the ground. It looked at them all with its dark brown eyes. “It’s not afraid,” Heather hissed in their minds. “I don’t care, go around it!” Archer shouted. The rabbit didn’t move as his voice echoed around the snow.

Then he heard Lyra's voice, filled with a hint of a smile: "I don't think Black Rabbit is timid at all. It shows that it loves itself and values its life. It's not necessary for it to cross the river; it can still eat and survive on this side." Tristan paused slightly, a faint surprise flashing in his deep eyes. Red Tail howled, impatiently asking, "So in the end, did Black Rabbit go to the grassland on the other side?" Lura gently hooked her lips. "Yes, it did." "Wow! Why? Wasn't it terrified to death?" Lyra turned a page. "Because it fell in love with White Rabbit." "Wow!" Red Tail widened his eyes. "Turns out, a yellow rabbit appeared on the other side of the river, and it also liked Whit

Rabbit froze. And Slowly. Very slowly. He turned. Noah stood in the doorway holding a coffee mug. Fully dressed. Looking entirely too composed for someone who had completely wrecked Rabbit’s back last night. Rabbit stared. Noah stared back. Silence. “…g-good morning.” Rabbit wanted the floor to open immediately and consume him! Preferably before Noah reminded him of literally everything that happened last night. “Going somewhere?” Rabbit made a sound that wasn’t quite human.

The sound of his ribs shattering echoes within the hollow cavity. He whimpers at the excruciating torment and twists his body, trying to get out of the males hold. The twists just make the pain even worse. He gives up, too weak to move. The damage has been done and I know that the rogues notice my lack of fight. "Alright, that should do it", one of them says. I feel the male removing his grip, before dropping my wolf to the ground. My wolf whines in pain as the ground digs into his broken ribs. They snigger at my discomfort before leaving.