Comic Story
Panel 1
My whole life, this gift has felt more like a curse. Every twitch, every hop, I worry I’ll end up in the clouds, with everyone staring.
Panel 2
Fixen says it’s about physics, trajectories, and potential energy. I just think it’s weird.
Panel 3
But our quiet world was about to be disturbed. A new scent was on the wind, something cold and metallic, something that didn't belong.
Panel 4
He wasn't a hunter looking for a meal. He was a collector, and his eyes had found their next prize.
Panel 5
He called it a 'humane containment unit.' It looked like a cage forged from shadows and fear.
Panel 6
Fixen told me we couldn't outrun him, that his traps were too smart. He said the only way out was through, using the very thing I hated most about myself.
Panel 7
"Your fear is the weight holding you down, Bunbun," Fixen whispered, his voice steady. "But your heart is what will give you lift."
Panel 8
Standing before the trap, my legs felt like stone. But I wasn't just jumping for myself anymore; I was jumping for Fixen, for my home.
Panel 9
I pushed off the ground, not with fear, but with purpose. For the first time, I wasn't falling up; I was flying.
Panel 10
My landing wasn't meant to avoid the trap. It was meant to spring it.
Panel 11
He had built a perfect cage, never imagining it was for himself. He had underestimated the heart of a bunny and the mind of a cat.
Panel 12
My gift isn't a curse; it's just a part of me, a part that can protect the ones I love. True strength isn't about being normal; it's about having the courage to be yourself.