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A Rabbit Cannot Pretend To Be Bigger Than Itself II

Chapter 2

Gator’s introduction to his new temporary “home” was a quick one. It must’ve been because of the fact he cannot see, but everything went like a flurry of voices, being directed by the chains attached to his cuffs and how the environments changed from the sound of a plane, to a engine of a bus with other prisoners like him and the gravel beneath his feat.

It was much quieter and eerie in the Federal Medical Centre. His process of being checked out, records being collected and approved, his medical records in the system and medication to be scheduled at a timely manner everyday. Some to be taken everyday and others to be taken every few days, the chronic migraines he gets now is debilitating, his right arm thankfully out of that hideous cast and fully healed, however mentally, it’s a different story, as he has to take antidepressants every day now.

Time seems to go fast when he’s just existing and going along with everyone else’s seeing eyes. How they control and direct his every move and actions, whether it’s to make sure he doesn’t trip on a step or to be prepared for a body search as they give him new khaki green and white prison clothes. He has no control, he doesn’t have dignity or pride here, the ball is in their court and he knows he’s better off than his father — that’s for sure. He can imagine the treatment and process of Roy being put in Federal Imprisonment, which will most likely not be a welcomed one. Gator feels that there’s a likely chance that his father would flourish in prison, take charge and become like a wolf, create his own pack and live a comfortable life despite being behind bars.

He’d make do, something Gator will have to do as well, but in his own way. Gator will not be like his father. Never.

This is a new start for him, this rehabilitation, this isolation and confinement, he will serve his time and during it — he will become a better person. The rabbit knows its place now, it can use its nose to sniff out its environments, use its body to feel and huge ears to hear, its teeth only meant for food and not the flesh of other creatures or people.

The blind man is escorted by the elbow to his new cell, thankfully which is on the ground floor and easily accessible and closer to the main security box and inside courtyard with tables for leisure. He hears commotion, meaning everyone is still awake and it must be daylight with how active everyone is. Gator hears the guard talk, he didn’t pay attention enough to get his name. He has a very strong Texan accent, it makes him envision the man with a full moustache, a stubble on both sides, his hair brown and medium length with a sharp jawline. His hands feel bony but his grip is strong, it’s oddly reassuring — knowing he at least is in the hands of someone that’s not gonna lead him astray or snap like a twig. If Gator would fall due to a misstep or by simply tripping on his own feet, at least this guy would catch him and pick him up easily, because Gator is no small guy.

But, Gator knows there are bigger guys here. He can hear them clearly, their booming voices, deep and masculine while others are meek and quiet — it’s quite the spectrum. He can’t pretend to be a wolf like his father, he’s a rabbit, a blind rabbit at that and he needs to remember that.

“Well, here is your cell,” the Texan guard states, “Number 8. Now, just stay right there as I open up the cell door okay?” Gator feels his hands grip leave his elbow and it must be because he’s so touch starved but he misses the human touch already.

Gator simply stands and he’s grateful that while in hospital, as he recovered, he learned how to stand by himself without falling or felling like the world is tilting on its axis; it took him a while to feel right in the darkness but he did it. He hears the jingle of keys and the insertion of said key for his cell to be unlocked, iron bars being parted and slid across.

It felt like the guard took ages but Gator feels his hand on his elbow again and his voice cutting through the commotion, “Now, I will be back with your amenities, toiletries and cane. You, just sit here on your bunk bed below and sit tight alright?” The guard explains, as he settles Gator down.

Gator notices immediately how the commotion gotten a little more quieter when stepping through his cell, his shoes don’t echo when they walk towards his bed and the guards voice doesn’t bounce off the walls; it feels secluded and like it’s his domain now. The young man can only nod as he’s placed on his new bed, the mattress isn’t like his own in his old room but it’s better than nothing. He hears the sounds of keys and his cell door close again and the telltale sound of boots walking away. All he can do is think and go over his thoughts so far as he waits.

Firstly, a cane? Gator wasn’t sure how this whole thing was gonna work out, he never heard of a blind person in prison before, he never thought he he’d be one but here he is. He’s heard horror stories from Roy how folk in prison will use anything they have to maintain order, to protect themselves or use to hurt others. Shanking is the one he’s heard of the most, he knows of certain gangs and certain people you have to look out for and steer clear from. He doesn’t know how this will work, but if they give him access to a cane, then surely it means he’s protected enough that no one will steal it or use it as a weapon right? He’s already at a disadvantage, he doesn’t even know what he looks like now. Sure, he’s had Dot to take care of that while he was in hospital, but he knows he’s already lost some weight, that he doesn’t look intimidating or anything like the rest. He’s just a rabbit in a place full of other creatures, sure, maybe he’ll find others like him but he’s unsure how he’ll approach that.

Secondly, he misses Dot immensely. He’s already thought of her multiple times since departing from her. But, he holds onto that hope and knowing that she’ll visit with his favourite cookies makes him smile.

After some pondering, he hears whistling and the sounds of boots again, jingles of keys and his cell door opens once again.

“Alrighty, I’m back with all your things.” The Texan guard announces, Gator can tell he said it with a sly grin.

“Now, I’ll set your stuff up with you so that you know where everything is and you’re accommodated as well as possible.” The guard says and goes to Gators side, “We’ll do this together and then you have free leisure to yourself until dinner time. Okay?” Gator nods, holding out his elbow and the guard takes it like they’ve done it hundreds of times before.

Gator is given a small thorough tour of his cell. He’s had objects placed in his hands and his guard labels them as he guides Gator to place them on the sink, on his small wooden desk and on his bed. He made sure that the young man knew where the toilet was and where the rolls were kept as well. In the end, the cell didn’t have much but it worked for Gator, because it means less hazards. His guard tells him the wooden desk is light and has rounded corners as well. His sheet bedding was already on, but the Texan guard gives him some extra blankets and another pillow for comfort. It might mean he has to do more laundry but Gator didn’t mind, not if it meant he can spoon the pillow without any judgement or onlooking eyes at night.

As Gator is set back down on his bed again, the guard coughs and clears his throat, “Now, Gator, I need to get back to my station. I hope you settle in well, if you need anything, just give a holler alright? Dinner will be announced in a few hours.”

Gator hears the same pattern of sounds again and turns his head towards his opened cell gate and opens his mouth, he stutters but finds his voice.

“T-Thank you…ah?” The pattern of sounds break and he hears the guards voice hitch. The man gives a slight huff and chuckle, “Austin. But the names Officer Garcia to you.” Gator knows he must’ve turned his head because he could hear his voice clearly. He gives a small grin in return.

“Thank you, Officer Garcia.” Gator says and with that, the Texan guard now known as Officer Garcia walks out and closes his cell door, locking it and his footsteps faded away. His whistle of an old tune carries down from the open hall of cells and cut off as he exists past the security box.

Gators day was mostly travelling and being processed, his stomach grumbles in protest but he’s tired. He feels for his fold up cane on his bed and tugs it close to him, this is his eyes now, this will guide him and is now an extension of himself.

It hasn’t hit him just yet.

He knows it will.

But for now, he only wants to sleep. So, he kicks off his shoes, places his cane under his pillow and searches blindly for his blanket. It’s thin but a nice material and enough to keep him warm, the weather is different here and definitely warmer, but Gator yearns for that weight to be over him and make him feel held and secure.

He ignores the faint sound of other prisoners and guards, he evens out his breaths and thinks of Dot, he thinks of his favourite metal bands and cookies.

His body curls up in a fetal position and he’s never felt so small before. Like he’s a kid again. He thinks, on the verge of sleep about his childhood, his bringing and moments of comfort and happiness. Maybe, he’ll dream of him in another life where he was taken away and saved by Dot, where he lived happily and comfortably as a rabbit, that way, he’d still have his eyes and vision, where he never ended up in prison…dreaming of a better life.

So, he falls asleep.

And he dreams.

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Gender: Male

Origin: French

Meaning: Pierce Valley

Percy is a name that's been used by parents who are considering baby names for boys. Diminutive form of Percival.

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1. Meaning of the name "Percy"

Percy's name is the name of a French boy. Percy is a lovely old name that finally shakes off its pampered Little Lord Fauntleroy image in a new era of soft-bodied but traditional male names like Jasper and Elijah.

Originating as an aristocratic Norman name, Percy became fairly widespread in England--and to some extent in the US--as an offshoot of the fame of the poet Percy Bysshe Shelley.

Percy Bresnahan is a character in Sinclair Lewis's Main Street novel and one of Thomas the Tank Engine's companions named Percy.; Percy Ignatius Weasley is a Harry Potter character and Perseus "Percy" Jackson is the protagonist of the Heroes of Olympus series.

2. Percival

People with this name are excited about the change, adventure and excitement. They have the energy to be dynamic, visionary and flexible, able to use constructive freedom. They fight restricted by rules and conventions.

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3. Top 3 Famous Person Named Percy

Percy Hynes White:

Percy Hynes White is a Canadian actor. He is best known for his roles in films like Edge of Winter and A Christmas Horror Story, with roles in the middle Netflix series. and his main role is Andy Strucker in Fox's The Gifted.

Hynes White is the son of Joel Thomas Hynes, a director, musician and of Sherry White, who is an actress and a writer, both of Canadian origin. Percy spent two years at the theater school of his native St. John's.

Hynes was cast for his main role as Andy Strucker, a mutant in the X-Men Fox pilot, The Gifted. Percy recently released a song.

Percy Harvin:

William Percival Harvin III (born May 28, 1988) is a former American football player. He played college football in Florida when Gators won the BCS National Championships in 2006 and 2008 and was drafted by the Minnesota National Football League (NFL) in the first round of the NFL Draft 2009.

Harvin also played for Seattle Seahawks, New York Jets and Buffalo Bills. He was dubbed Rookie Attack of the Press in 2009 and won the Super Bowl XLVIII with Seahawks in 2013 through the Denver Broncos.

He joined and played football for Landstown High School in Virginia Beach, where his team won the high school state championship in 2004.

Percy Inglis:

      Social media influencers, celebrities with video posts on their Facebook accounts. He also posts clickbait articles in his timeline. He was about 12 years old when he first started gaining followers on Facebook.

He was interrupted by posting to Facebook, back during Christmas 2015. He stated on his return that he would make more mature videos.

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A Rabbit Cannot Pretend To Be Bigger Than Itself

Chapter 1

Darkness was something Gator became quite acquainted with since Ole Munch, an immortal sin-eater gorged out his eyes with a heated knife.

The last thing he saw was the red burning tip of the blade, screaming that he didn’t realise was coming from his own throat and deafening his ears, the pain made everything go white and his remaining eye roll at the back of his head.

He thinks he saw stars, the world go all distorted and in the midst of blinding pain and adrenaline, losing his voice as his screams becomes hoarse, he almost has this moment of pure reprieve, bliss and euphoria…but it was all torn away as Ole’s voice soothes him, so calming and pitying; he wasn’t done with just one eye. Gator feels tears begin again in his right eye, not sure if he can even produce tears in the eye Ole just took, but he sobs, knowing it’s not over yet.

Gator wanted out at this point, he’d rather be dead. He wanted Dot, he wanted her freshly baked cookies and warmth.

It felt like hours, no, an eternity since Ole’s gentle yet firm grip on his face is holding him still and Gator is helpless as Ole directs his last vision to his face and finally that same red hot knife shows itself again. Gator knew Ole wanted him to remember this moment, to have this scene and memory engraved in him, never to forget. The second time, it’s worse. He doesn’t know how, but his nerves are set alight, he’s definitely lost his voice at this point, the white burning pain in his eyes and face is too much; yet he stays conscious. He thought that the second time would be something he could handle, but the break in between as Ole put Gator’s eye in a jar made Gator put his guard down and his body slumped in response.

He definitely doesn’t like the colour red or any warm colours for that matter anymore. He definitely doesn’t want to come across anything hot or heated for a while either.

After his eyes were taken, his eye sockets now caved and carved, he recalled the smell of burnt flesh, blistering like pain and his body going limp in defeat and exhaustion. The phantom feeling of Ole’s hands and fingers holding him upright, the constant pet name of “Rabbit” being said and addressed to him. How he actually preened and loved the attention, he was down a sense and all he can feel, hear, smell and touch was Ole. The very man who was his target, who he tried to hunt down to make his father proud. A man who even though afflicted the pain, soothes his wounds and bandages them with cloth around his head. A small comfort.

Gator will never forget how powerless, small and insignificant he felt in that moment, his first moments of eternal darkness and how much of a prey he truly was. Was this the only way for him to be humbled, to finally have this eyes opened and see truly how much his father has corrupted him? He was no longer the predator he thought he was, he was not a winner, he was never going to be the som his father would be proud of. He should’ve known ever since his father told him why his name was Gator in the first place, how stupid and delusional he was to even think he had a chance to redeem himself in hopes that he’ll be Roy. That he’ll be deserving of that name.

Unfortunately, Ole is right. Gator is not this opposing and threatening predator, but a rabbit who tried to go against its nature and pretend to have claws and sharp teeth.

The rabbit is forced to take off its fake claws and teeth, retire the wolf fur it disguised itself as and mourn the loss of its eyes. In any other of case, a rabbit that is deprived of one of its senses is a death sentence in the wild, however, this rabbit will live. The rabbit will live as how nature intended it to.

Gator doesn’t remember the events that happens next, he vaguely recalls himself being tied and lead like a dog in a leash. His father’s voice, Gator calling out to him and being pushed into him and feeling cold everywhere. Everything is black, he calls out again but really, he wanted Dot. He wanted to cuddle up to her again.

Which is exactly what he got after everything was done and over with. The sound of sirens, voices everywhere and his brain going overdrive at the events that had just taken place. How he turned his father in and redeemed himself. Not entirely, but he felt it was the right path to take in order to get there. It’s only as he asks Dot for a hug, that when she encloses her arms around him and promises she’ll visit him in prison with his favourite cookies — that he finally lets himself break. He cries, he sobs with his whole body, he doesn’t think he cried any tears, which felt weird but his nose begun to run and he had to sniff a bit to keep it from running more. At least to him, that proved he can still feel, react and show emotion; the way his throat had that painful lump and whimpers screamed for someone to help him and love him. Gator finally feels a mother’s love once more.

He feels the warmth and sense of safety be taken from him as he’s cuffed to the stretcher and escorted by paramedics to the hospital. It takes a long time months perhaps, he would loose track of time and dates a lot. He doesn’t remember much, but it was cold, which he liked, but it was only bearable because Dot returned by his side and kept him company until their trial date. Their relationship was on the mend and they had a lot of time to recover and get reacquainted again. After Gator was cleared medically and prescribed medications for his treatment and road to recovery, he was also assessed for other concerns regarding his psychiatric state and was diagnosed with abandonment issues, complex PTSD, depression and anxiety. It’s honestly not surprising but to have it officially confirmed and on paper (which he couldn’t even read) felt all too real to him. His eyelids are permanently glued shut as well and he finds it more comfortable because of it.

After the trials, court, case and whole legal ordeal, his sentencing and hearing his fathers sentence being incarceration. Gator was sentenced to 5 years of imprisonment, due to the tampering of evidence and his other actions.

However, being the key witness and main accomplice to his father, being the one that turned him in and attested against Roy in court; Gator was able to have his sentence shortened. Not to mention that Dot was able to help shed light on his upbringing, how manipulative and corrupt his father was and how it was hard without his mother. It turned in his favour. He will serve 3 years in jail and because of his conditions, he will be placed in the Federal Medical Centre in Texas. A 2 and a half hour flight.

He thanks Dot for making sure they transfer him to the FMC rather than a normal prison, he knew that as the rabbit he was, he would’ve been eaten alive if that were the case. Fortunately, he has a better chance at surviving prison in a more protected environment, which will cater to his mental and medical needs. He also has Dot and her cookies to look forward to, he feels like that is his primary light in the dark, his willingness to keep living and be better.

He has much to atone for and even more to heal from. Which he’ll do in his time of isolation, even though being blind is basically isolation in itself. He just hopes he doesn’t go crazy in there. He has a lot to learn, to grow and adapt to.

The rabbit is in a new cage now. It doesn’t have its eyes, but it sees more clearer than ever before.

He feels more freer than ever in his life.