Fic: Marsh Monster (1/13)
Title: Marsh Monster (1/13)
Author: BradyGirl_12
Pairings/Characters (this chapter): Seymour ‘Bull’ Rush
Continuity: Smallville
Genres: Drama, Holiday, Horror, Mystery, Suspense
Rating (this chapter): G
Warnings: None
Spoilers: None
General Summary: Something wicked lives in McCready’s Marsh.
Chapter Summary: McCready’s Marsh isn’t a good place to hang out alone at night.
Date Of Completion: October 29, 2017
Date Of Posting: August 11, 2013
Disclaimer: I don’t own ‘em, DC and Warner Brothers do, more’s the pity.
Word Count: 461
Feedback welcome and appreciated.
All chapters can be found here.
I
RAGE
The marsh
Holds secrets
Better left
Alone.
Kiel Stawicki
“Nature’s Laments”
2001 C.E.
Seymour ‘Bull’ Rush stomped around the marsh, his heavy work boots creating deep impressions in the pliable soil. He was a star linebacker for the Smallville Crows and was going to State on a full football scholarship. He had his pick of girls and had a date next week with the head cheerleader, Mindy Moller. He had bullied nerdy Malcolm Kinsky into doing his homework so he could keep his grades up for eligibility. So why was he stomping around out here in the middle of the night with the frogs croaking and the crickets cricking?
He had anger issues. Good for football, not so good off the field unless he was hanging out with his buddies. Bull shook his head. He had to…
He ran a hand over his light brown buzzcut. He flexed big muscles under his red letterman’s jacket. He continued clomping on the spongy ground and brushed up against a clump of cat-o’-nine tails, setting them to waving in his wake.
That little rat! I oughtta beat him to a pulp!
His meaty fists curled up into battering rams of rage. His broad face with the twice-broken nose and the missing front tooth twisted into a snarl. He was going over to Sammy Spear’s house and knock his block off. Make a fool of him, would he? Ol’ Sammy was gonna pay!
The marsh water rippled as Bull steamed. He wasn’t going to play the fool for some know-it-all. Spear had made him look ridiculous in front of the guys and news would have gotten to Mindy by now. If that slut broke her date with him, he’d…
A noise from the pond cut through his internal monologue. He turned and squinted at the water. A shadow moved beneath the surface. Curious, Bull leaned over closer to get a better look, wrinkling his nose. He didn’t know why he was here. He hated the smell of the marsh. Everything here was wet and slimy. His anger had propelled him here without him really noticing.
The shadow under the water rippled again. As the moonlight shimmered on the pond, Bull suddenly raised his fist. The hell with it! He’d just clobber whatever it was and blow off some steam.
A dark shape exploded out of the water and Bull screamed. The sounds of thrashing drowned out the sounds of the croaking frogs and chittering crickets. Shouts and a guttural noise echoed in the marsh. The autumn moon shone brightly as a scream was cut off. The water eventually returned to a placid sheen as bubbles danced on the surface, popping one-by-one as the sounds of the frogs and crickets could be heard again.
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Author: BradyGirl_12
Pairings/Characters (this chapter): Seymour ‘Bull’ Rush
Continuity: Smallville
Genres: Drama, Holiday, Horror, Mystery, Suspense
Rating (this chapter): G
Warnings: None
Spoilers: None
General Summary: Something wicked lives in McCready’s Marsh.
Chapter Summary: McCready’s Marsh isn’t a good place to hang out alone at night.
Date Of Completion: October 29, 2017
Date Of Posting: August 11, 2013
Disclaimer: I don’t own ‘em, DC and Warner Brothers do, more’s the pity.
Word Count: 461
Feedback welcome and appreciated.
All chapters can be found here.
I
RAGE
The marsh
Holds secrets
Better left
Alone.
Kiel Stawicki
“Nature’s Laments”
2001 C.E.
Seymour ‘Bull’ Rush stomped around the marsh, his heavy work boots creating deep impressions in the pliable soil. He was a star linebacker for the Smallville Crows and was going to State on a full football scholarship. He had his pick of girls and had a date next week with the head cheerleader, Mindy Moller. He had bullied nerdy Malcolm Kinsky into doing his homework so he could keep his grades up for eligibility. So why was he stomping around out here in the middle of the night with the frogs croaking and the crickets cricking?
He had anger issues. Good for football, not so good off the field unless he was hanging out with his buddies. Bull shook his head. He had to…
He ran a hand over his light brown buzzcut. He flexed big muscles under his red letterman’s jacket. He continued clomping on the spongy ground and brushed up against a clump of cat-o’-nine tails, setting them to waving in his wake.
That little rat! I oughtta beat him to a pulp!
His meaty fists curled up into battering rams of rage. His broad face with the twice-broken nose and the missing front tooth twisted into a snarl. He was going over to Sammy Spear’s house and knock his block off. Make a fool of him, would he? Ol’ Sammy was gonna pay!
The marsh water rippled as Bull steamed. He wasn’t going to play the fool for some know-it-all. Spear had made him look ridiculous in front of the guys and news would have gotten to Mindy by now. If that slut broke her date with him, he’d…
A noise from the pond cut through his internal monologue. He turned and squinted at the water. A shadow moved beneath the surface. Curious, Bull leaned over closer to get a better look, wrinkling his nose. He didn’t know why he was here. He hated the smell of the marsh. Everything here was wet and slimy. His anger had propelled him here without him really noticing.
The shadow under the water rippled again. As the moonlight shimmered on the pond, Bull suddenly raised his fist. The hell with it! He’d just clobber whatever it was and blow off some steam.
A dark shape exploded out of the water and Bull screamed. The sounds of thrashing drowned out the sounds of the croaking frogs and chittering crickets. Shouts and a guttural noise echoed in the marsh. The autumn moon shone brightly as a scream was cut off. The water eventually returned to a placid sheen as bubbles danced on the surface, popping one-by-one as the sounds of the frogs and crickets could be heard again.
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This entry has been cross-posted from Dreamwidth. Comment on either entry as you wish. :)