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Name: Kinski
A.K.A.: The Hunchback, The Wild One, Freak, Psycho, and The One Who Kills For Pleasure.
Sex: Male
Age: 35
Birthdate: Unknown
Height: 9 in.
Eye color: hazel
Hair: blond
Type: Antelope Jackrabbit
Parents: Suzannie and Brunoro (whereabouts: unknown)
Siblings: unknown
Caretaker/Godparent/etc: Miss Gretchen Jitters
Town: Berlin
Country: Germany
Crimes: multiple murders, attempted murders, assault and battery, threatening and attacking a sheriff
Last Seen: Town of Dirt (Mojave Desert, Navada)
Gang: Bad Bill
Germany, 1976...
Two adult jackrabbits, female and male, were running down the streets of town. Far behind them was the house they once called home, now on fire. The sounds of the rain attacking the flames hissed and crackled loudly in the night. The jackrabbits continued to run through their village. Above them were heavy storm clouds.
The adults could hear the loud running footsteps of the soldiers after them. The winds howled and rustled their clothing, tightly worn around them. Their droopy, long ears flapped. The male gripped his wife's hand as he led the way. The female tried keeping up, but had to be careful of the basket in her other arm.
"Hurry, Suzannie!" said the male to his wife in German as they turned down a street and headed into the forest. Suzannie jumped over a thick branch while holding the basket tightly against her chest.
"I'm trying, Brunoro, but ve also 'ave to be-" "shh!" shushed Brunoro as they stopped and hid behind a cluster of tall bushes. The winds howled through the trees and bushes, making them jerk and twist violently.
A small cry was heard from the basket. Suzannie quickly tried shushing the noise in the basket as the soldiers were seen at the edge of the town, looking into the forest with their lit lanturns. The rain pelted down onto the soldiers as they tried seeing through the violent storm.
Brunoro and Suzannie held their breaths as the soldiers began to slowly enter into the wild forest. Suddenly, a sound was heard and a couple more soldiers came to the group at the edge of town. "Did you get zem?" asked one soldier to the group in German. One of them shook their head. "No, zey managed to escape into ze forest," he explained.
The soldier shook his head. "And vith zis storm going on, ve'll naver find zem," he added. The other soldier sighed in frustration, then looked back at the soldier he was talking to. "Vouldnt matter anzyvay, ze storm is so bad, I dont zink ze vould last long in zis," he said in German. With that, the soldiers all decided to wait till morning to find the ones who escaped.
Brunoro and Suzannie watched as the soldiers left the edge of the forest and walked back up the cobblestone road and to the town. Brunoro sighed with relief and hugged his wife. Suzannie hugged the basket in her arms. The noise had stopped inside the basket. The rains pelted down on the two rabbits while the winds whipped through them. Brunoro helped his wife up and sighed.
"Ve need to keep going, ze soldiers vill still be after us," he said. Suzannie jumped when a sudden lightning flashed above her. Thunder followed after, thus waking up the thing inside the basket, and making it cry.
Suzannie tried calming it down. She had tears coming down her eyes. "Zey arent after us...only him," she said as she stared down at the bundle inside the basket. Brunoro wrapped his arms around his wife as he stared down at the little baby rabbit inside the basket.
"I know...ve 'ave to find a safe place to leave 'im," he said. More tears ran down Suzannie's face. She didnt want to leave her little boy somewhere in the hands of another person. Brunoro sighed. "Is ze only vay. Ze vill not stop. Zey vant to kill him..." he said in German. Suzannie cried and hugged the basket tighter. The baby boy stopped crying. He blinked and looked up at his mom and dad.
Brunoro lightly stroked the top of his son's head. "Zere is anozer village nearby, ve could find an orphanage and leave 'im zere," he explained. Suzannie didnt answer as she continued to cry. Brunoro rubbed the sides of her shoulders as the winds and rain continued to wear them down. "Zey vill continue to hunt us down, ve need to hide 'im somevhere..." he said.
Suzannie took a deep breath and sighed. She nodded her head. The soldiers wanted to take her baby away and kill him...because he was different. They were part of an organization run by a rich family called the Worthingtons; killing anything that was wrong: gypsies, hobos, and abnormal animals.
Suzannie and Brunoro had to run away so the soldiers wouldnt find out about their abnormal newborn son. They had to hide him from the soldiers till it settled and they could maybe come back for him and live as a family again.
Suzannie looked down at her baby in the basket. The baby had fallen back asleep. Suzannie smiled as more hot tears ran down her face. She kissed the top of his forehead and covered him back up. With that, Suzannie and Brunoro began to head toward the direction where the next town was...
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A sad little dollhouse village creaked and sighed through the harsh storm. It was night time, and everyone was inside their homes; listening to the drumming sounds of the icy cold rain outside their white trimmed windows.
The town went into the shape of a T. At the end of the town, if you kept walking straight down the cobblestone road, and didn't turn, was an orphanage.
It was an old, two story, abandoned doll house, much like most of the others in the small village. Its beautifully painted flower designs and evenly spaced windows were worn down and faded. Many holes were patched up with whatever materials they could find in the house. A couple opened umbrellas stuck out and covered the gaps in the roof.
Miss Gretchen Jitters, a middle aged desert squirrel who was the caretaker of the place, was sitting in an old doll chair, reading a story to the scared little children huddled at her feet. The fire in the fireplace was beginning to grow weak. The winds howled outside the orphanage. The children flinched from the sounds and began to whimper.
Miss Jitters stopped reading from the book and looked down at the children.
"Is all vight children, you are safe in 'ere," says Miss Jitters soothingly in German. The children whimpered. Suddenly loud rapid sounds of knocking come from downstairs. The children screamed and ran to their beds to hide under the sheets.
"Is a ghost!" screamed a rabbit named Gris.
"I'm scared!" said a young lizard named Spengler.
Miss Jitters looked up. "Hmmm, I vonder who vould be visiting at zis time?" she wondered out loud. She got up from her chair. "I vill be back children, don't vorry," she said to the shaking children. She walked across the room and down the stairs. The stairs creaked and moaned. The windows rattled.
She opened the door. No one was there. The wind blew in the female squirrel's face and across the night sky. Miss Jitters stood there for a while. She sighed. Ze vind must 'ave done it, she thought to herself. She was about to go in until she heard a small cry. She turned back, looked down and gasped.
In a small wicker basket, wrapped in a light blue long sleeved shirt, was a small baby jackrabbit. He was light brown and had small drooping ears. He had a patch of blond hair on the top of his head.
"Oh my! Vhat are you doing here?" she asked the small jackrabbit as she picked him up out of the basket. She looked around and down the street. There was not a soul in sight. Miss Jitters looked down at the young rabbit. The baby rabbit stared back. Then she noticed a small note tucked in the pocket of the shirt. She took it out and read it to herself.
Please take care of our Kinski.
It didn't say who wrote it, but Miss Jitters guessed it was the child's parents. Miss Jitters looked up from the letter and at the small jackrabbit named Kinski. Vhy vould zey vant to get rid of zis poor little zing? Miss Jitters wondered as she took the baby inside. She closed the door behind her and walked into the living room.
She lit a lantern which brightened up the room. Kinski squinted his eyes from the light. Miss Jitters slowly unwrapped him from the long sleeved shirt, trying to see what was wrong with young Kinski.
She gasped and almost dropped the small infant. He had a hump on his back...a hunchback. Miss Jitters took a deep breath and exhaled. She has never seen anyone with a hunched back before, and maybe also the parents, that's maybe why they got rid of him. She stared at the abnormal feature on the young jackrabbit.
She hesitated, not sure what would happen if she touched him. Would she get this…disease too? No, it can't be a disease, it may just be a condition, a strange condition he was born with. She lightly stroked the abandoned jackrabbit's back.
The young Kinski looked up at her with huge hazel eyes. His wet pink nose twitched. Then he yawned and fell asleep in her arms. Miss Jitters stared down at the abnormal child. The parents got rid of him just because of his abnormal feature...Miss Jitters thought, but then she looked down at the note in her hand:
Please take care of our Kinski, it read.
No, they wouldnt have left a note saying that. They did care for him, but they were unable to take care of him or something. Miss Jitters looked back down at the sleeping Kinski in her arms once more. The baby yawned and shifted a bit to get more comfortable. Miss Jitters smiled at the sweet, innocent creature and carried the sleeping rabbit upstairs...
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