Post by Batman on May 6, 2013 10:42:03 GMT -5
Louisiana, Crowley County…The sizzling of asphalt road burrowing through a large straight full of crops only reminded the farmers that the temperatures were high today. A farmer sat on top of a large tractor pulling a tanker with pesticides for the crops. The middle aged man leaned back in his seat and glanced to the side to overlook a sea of plants reaching for the sky to embrace the suns righteous energy, harnessing its very power through clairvoyance. Sweat ran down the man’s throat as it was just about noon and the day’s work was almost done on the farm. The farmer wiped his brow underneath his baseball cap when his eyes caught movement, turning quickly to the front of the tractor a person wearing a black hood stepped in front of the vehicle moving comfortably at 15 miles per hour down the highway. The farmer could’ve sworn the fields were empty and yet there was someone who didn’t hear the tractor and stepped out right in front of it! <c>
The farmer felt his heart jump into his throat as he ran over a before stopping quickly and jumping off the vehicle and racing to the front of it. “By the lord! What are you doing? Are you okay?” The person in the hood was on the ground their legs were completely flattened, blood soaked their clothing, but they didn’t scream while they should’ve been in pain or agony, they were simply holding their body above the ground. The Farmer tilted his cap back and looked over the scene. “Oh lordy…Don’t move! I’ll call an ambulance.” “Wait…H-help m-m-me…” A chilling voice spoke softly with plea as a hand reached out and the farmer took hold of it before the farmers green eyes fell upon a swollen, festered hand. The index finger and middle finger were large. The Farmer’s face became gnarled until he saw the face of his victim and his eyes softened as it was a teenaged girl with innocence in her eyes. <c>
The Farmer pondered what brought this girl out here and what horror was inflicted upon her, her arms wrapped around his neck and pulled him closer as she lowered her head to his chest. “Hold me…” She moaned as the farmer wrapped his arms around her and spoke. “I-I’m sorry…” The farmer tried to apologize as he felt tears of regret forming before him. “Oh lord, please don’t do this to me…” The girl would raise her head to look at the man. “Do you have a family?” The man nodded to the girl, her face was beautiful, puffy cheeks that were a pale white like freshly fallen snow narrow eyes with long lashes and dark hair that drew attention with its straight waves. “Yes. I have a daughter and son…” The girl smiled before leaning into the man with her lips pressing against his, the man felt himself lured into the kiss until he picked her up and carried her to his home with his tractor. <c>
He placed down upon a checker patterned couch where he smiled at her and she smiled back. The farmer shouted. “Kids! Get in here, someone I want you to meet!”
The girl’s legs dripped with blood, but the farmer didn’t care about it anymore, his son and daughter entered, the daughter Sarah wore Daisy Duke short jeans with a white Tshirt loosely hanging from her form while his sun Tommy wore blue overalls and his sleeves rolled up. “What is it?” The farmer looked to his sun and said. “The crops are bad…I want you to go outside and till the crops. Sarah looked at the girl on the couch. “Who is she? She looks hurt, Pa.” The farmer looked at the son waiting for him to leave before he walked over to his daughter and pressed her against the wall. “Pa? What are you…” The farmer’s skin was pale, like freshly fallen snow. He would say to her. “Your body…I want it…now.” He kissed her and after a moment of resistance his daughter sunk into the kiss. <c>
A whisper of air between their lips revealed a mystic presence until the farmer spoke to his daughter. “Father? Wha…what happened?” She smiled at him and then snapped his neck causing the farmer to drop to the ground. The girl sat on the couch lifelessly as blood stopped dripping, and Sarah leaned down to her father’s dead body and began eating his flesh...<c>
…50 miles away. His body shifted within the bed, moss down his arm was regenerating, it was then a heart like thumb pounded within his ears, red flashed around his eyes within his enigmatic dream. @~[ALEC HOLLAND, THE PARLIAMENT FEELS THE PRESENCE OF THE ROT DRAWING NEAR. AWAKEN FROM YOUR SLUMBER OUR WARRIOR KING. THE GROVE NEEDS YOUR STRENGTH AGAIN. THE GREEN NEEDS ITS SAVIOR. THE PARLIAMENT SUMMONS SWAMP THING.]~@ Amber revealed within the pool of moldy water mixed with mud and grass. Fronds that stood erect and swayed gently within the swamps of Louisiana went undisturbed until a large arm breached the calm water to grapple onto a tree. Plant life and mud clung to his fungal form as the horrific monster woke from his slumber. <c>
A growl of anger would shatter the will of any spectators as the creature felt his arm still damaged from his fight against his enemies. Powerful antlers settled upon his head, standing curved and barked like a reindeer. His teeth bound together until a huddle of vines alcove beneath his nostrils and cheeks. Lumpy vines and moss outlined his cheeks, lips, and eyebrows as he took sight of the slumbering wood around him submerged by water and marsh. Ghastly trees with dark bark soaked with water as plump vines coiled between trees drawing the creatures of eternal into conflict as each fought for resources and nourishment from the sun away above them. Swamp Thing could hear them speaking to each other, speaking to him. Their arguments were petty, conflicting over minority issues; in contrast Alec saw them as Adults arguing over a parking space at Walmart.
Swamp Thing’s body dripped with water from his shoulders down until his stomach which remained submerged amongst the deepest of the swamp. His body was muscular, though he could shrink its size and adjust its tone as necessary; it kept to his natural form the best he could, and naturally he was large. Those amber eyes closed, sealing tight making the large monster appear like a mount of shifted dirt within the swamp. The Green spoke all around him. @~{I can’t breathe.}~@ one spoke, another @~{Noo!!!!}~@ @~{Stop!!!}~@ was the voice of another, the agony and pain troubled him greatly; plants being hurt within the farmland was nothing normal but, it was after a season of flourished life that would repeat…These weren’t matured flora and crops. These were children growing to become something that would serve man and nature; Corn, Carrots, wheat, spinach, all being destroyed earlier than they should. <c>
Their cries could be ignored because every call by The Green didn’t have to be caused by the Rot; Man-kind also naturally caused pain to the Green which caused the plants to scream. He considered this for a moment before channeling the power within him to create large wings, falcon in shape and design that lifted him out of the water within a second. Swamp Thing took to flight and went in the direction of the farmlands to the south where he found devastation, ruins of a crop field. He landed in front of the house believed responsible for the destruction, his body landing in an upright position as Swamp Thing began to look around for signs of distress. A gunshot would alert Swamp Thing as the bullets struck his back and forced Swamp Thing to crash into the ground, his wing splintered as the shotgun blew his wing separate from his body. <c>
The shot of pain forced Swamp Thing to cringe before turning to look at the attacker. A farmer man holding a shotgun, his blue jeans and torn shirt revealed that his arm had been gnawed on by some creature. Exposed bone and muscle issue revealed that man was most likely dead already. The shotgun was pumped and a second buck shot slammed into Swamp Thing’s shoulder but, the farmer would pause as Swamp Thing didn’t move from the second shot, and was hardly reacting to it. A grin shaping in his mouth while his cheeks curled with hatred would be the only reaction given. Swamp Thing’s left arm shape-shifted into a large tree trunk with a pointed tip while his body launched from the ground towards the farmer. His blade pierced through the farmer’s chest effortlessly hurling the body into the front door of the house.
Swamp Thing stomped forward, his large feet and heavy weight made it apparent to anyone in the house that he was there, his body ducking through the door way to step inside where he had more headroom, he saw a dead teenaged girl sitting on the couch staring at him. Without a moment of hesitation Swamp Thing slashed the head of the zombie allowing the head to roll onto the floor. His senses opened as he listened to the plant life within the room, when a human boy turned around from a corner of the walls and pumped a volley of shotgun bullets into Swamp Thing’s stomach, still almost no effect on Swamp Thing. A growl from the large green monster caused the boy to rush up the stairs of the house, Swamp Thing followed growling and as if chasing the boy. The boy had five more shots within his Remington shotgun, but two should’ve killed anything on Earth except Superman. <c>
Swamp Thing arrived up the stairs and came to a junction where he shifted between hallways, unsure of where the boy fled to. His throat released a slow growl while he approached a bathroom, his fist smashed through the door flinging it across the small space and into a bathtub. Swamp Thing looked around the small space and then turned around to check the bedrooms while his green feet clomped against the wooden floorboards that creaked with each step. His fist smashed into another door revealing the boys bedroom, the boy would now fire another buck shot that slammed against Swamp Thing’s chest tearing at the bark and grass on his chest. The green monster growled as he came closer to grab the shotgun. “STOP!” Swamp Thing slashed the shotgun throwing it out of the boy’s hand. <c>
The gun clattered to the ground as the boy prepared for his journey to come to an end, the horror of what this creature would do to him suddenly overwhelmed him and he dropped to the corner of his bedroom as Swamp Thing drew closer with a large blade and hand reaching for him. It was then Sarah had shown up stabbing Swamp Thing in the back with a bone spear, the wound struck through Swamp Thing’s ribcage causing him to growl in pain. The daughter grinned while hissing a serpent like’s whistle and then used the spear with her strength to throw shove Swamp Thing into a wall and pin him against a wooden support beam within the house. Sarah would look to her “brother” and waved for him to follow. “Come on! We must get away from here!”
Swamp Thing felt his body was weakened, damaged further. His amber eyes shifted to the pearly shine of bone penetrating through the moss and grass of his shoulder. A mixture of mug, fungus, and pure desecration of plant life of his body had forced the plants to expel the hydrogen nutrients within their blades. The wall in front of Swamp Thing had been plastered with thick and dark green watery grass. Underneath the vines tracing his cheeks and mouth was a pair of clutched teeth experiencing agony and the cold chill of The Rot, a calling to him that felt too close for comfort. The Parliament of Decay would whisper encouraging Swamp Thing to give up; that his time was through as the Warrior King of The Green. The very thought angered him, that boy’s shotgun bullets would begin clicking to the ground as Swamp Thing’s skin began to reject the bullets. <c>
Swamp Thing began to draw on the power of The Green; plants within the small farm house began shunting energy to their protector allowing his minor wounds to heal. Swamp Thing ripped his body away from the wall allowing the Spear to pass through his shoulder exposing a hole in his body with green pus and fungi to leak. Swamp Thing turned towards the entrance to the room and began stomping out of it, his body was beginning to tire; he required sun light and he needed power from the Green. This monstrosity had destroyed most of the crops surrounding the area, but she failed to destroy all of the plant life. Swamp Thing arrived outside the house where he dropped onto the ground and rooted his hands. His amber eyes were pulled shut and suddenly Swamp Thing began to melt into the ground. <c>
The plants rooted in the dirt would begin absorbing and consuming Swamp Thing’s complete body, the large six foot giant would deflate like a balloon leaking oxygen, and the large warrior would vanish completely…The pickup truck roared down the road as Tommy clung to the steering wheel. “That thing killed Pa!” Sarah glanced at her brother and then said. “We need gasoline and matches…We must destroy all the plants around us.” “Huh? How do you know?” “Because I do. I saw that monster control the plants.” Tommy nodded understanding her. “We got gas in the back, we need to find some matches. I--…” Swamp Thing would materialize out of a tree in front of the pickup truck, a sour expression marked his face. His nostrils curled in almost disgust with those citrine shaped eyes narrowed upon the truck and its passengers.
Tommy’s right foot slammed against the brakes, but Sarah quickly shoved his leg away. “Run him over!” Sarah’s teeth began to sharp as her jaw opened expanding to allow her chin to connect with her collar bone, her flesh began tearing a part by her cheeks and lips as the human disguise began ripping apart. Tommy protested staring at Swamp Thing in fear. “Whatter you doin’? We gonna die!” Sarah snarled. “IT’S NOT SO BAD!” were the last words before Swamp Thing’s hand created a large sword made of a solid oak, the long brown shaft was reinforced and sculpted to have a blade sharp as a steel or titanium blade. Swamp Thing’s wings took to flight lifting the warrior above the ground as his body veered towards the passenger seat of the truck. <c>
Sarah hissed at Swamp Thing while watching Swamp Thing’s oak sword smash through the windshield, smashing through steel and plastic frame work, Sarah’s body was thrown through the back of the truck forcing farming equipment and gasoline cans to tumble onto the road. Tommy’s truck would swerve and then finally flip over where it tumbled for five meters and then smashed into a tree. Sarah wheezed as her zombie like form began to appear, gasoline had briefly splashed upon her while farm tools rend and raked across her flesh. Swamp Thing had stumbled as well, landing amongst grass on the side of the road, plastic framework of the car had spiked into his skin some, but nothing significantly harmful. Swamp Thing stood up, but the Rot leaped at him and began chomping onto Swamp Thing’s once damaged shoulder. “TIME TO DIE!!!” <c>
Her voice whistled in the sound of a scream, gasoline dripped from her form as Saliva and blood fell from her. Swamp Thing’s eyes were sealed from the intensity of pain spiking through him, Sarah’s maw and serrated teeth sunk into him like a bulldozer’s claw into mud. Swamp Thing groaned out in pain “Ngghhh!” His teeth began grinding against each other like a pair of locked metal gears struggling to rotate. It was then Swamp Thing diverted his strength to his shoulder. Cackling of the monster would lead one to believe it was laughing, however; it was attempting to rapidly bite and shred Swamp Thing with its mouth. Swamp Thing’s shoulder would shift and create a barbed cactus that grew rapidly, its round club shaped edge thumped against the inside of Sarah’s mouth. <c>
The hit would’ve struck her gag reflex if she had one and caused the monster to squeal from the sharp barbs that began ripping her the inside of her mouth. Swamp Thing began to spin the cactus within her mouth, allowing twirling motion to cyclone within her and ravage her inside until her head splattered a part into a puddle of blood and guts.
Sarah’s body fell onto the ground next to Swamp Thing, the puddle of blood dripping from Swamp Thing’s grass blades and flora while he looked down upon the corpse. Sarah’s head began twitching as pieces of her body began to regeneration. Swamp Thing stared at the body and then snarled with a victorious shout. “STAY DOWN!” Swamp Thing’s breathe spat and showered the corpse with tiny pollinated spores that began to grow and flourish into plant life. The decaying body began to hiss and bubble before melting into a puddle of goo. Swamp Thing’s amber gaze dropped until he heard an approaching vehicle, a tractor trailer stopped and a man got out of his car holding a shotgun. The man took too long, however; and Swamp Thing ran into the forest only to hear the man shouting.- “Big foot?! You stay away you son of a bitch!”<c>
Swamp Thing stumbled through the swamp; his feet were dragging behind him as he clomped against the ground and finally came to plop his whole body into the deep muddy water, fronds came to his eye level while his shoulders were barely held above the water level. Swamp Thing felt the nourishment of Sunlight gathered by the trees around him, the slim of water against his body never felt better while the Green around him began channeling nutrients into his body to recharge and energize their savior, their Warrior King, known to everyone else as Swamp Thing.
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The farmer felt his heart jump into his throat as he ran over a before stopping quickly and jumping off the vehicle and racing to the front of it. “By the lord! What are you doing? Are you okay?” The person in the hood was on the ground their legs were completely flattened, blood soaked their clothing, but they didn’t scream while they should’ve been in pain or agony, they were simply holding their body above the ground. The Farmer tilted his cap back and looked over the scene. “Oh lordy…Don’t move! I’ll call an ambulance.” “Wait…H-help m-m-me…” A chilling voice spoke softly with plea as a hand reached out and the farmer took hold of it before the farmers green eyes fell upon a swollen, festered hand. The index finger and middle finger were large. The Farmer’s face became gnarled until he saw the face of his victim and his eyes softened as it was a teenaged girl with innocence in her eyes. <c>
The Farmer pondered what brought this girl out here and what horror was inflicted upon her, her arms wrapped around his neck and pulled him closer as she lowered her head to his chest. “Hold me…” She moaned as the farmer wrapped his arms around her and spoke. “I-I’m sorry…” The farmer tried to apologize as he felt tears of regret forming before him. “Oh lord, please don’t do this to me…” The girl would raise her head to look at the man. “Do you have a family?” The man nodded to the girl, her face was beautiful, puffy cheeks that were a pale white like freshly fallen snow narrow eyes with long lashes and dark hair that drew attention with its straight waves. “Yes. I have a daughter and son…” The girl smiled before leaning into the man with her lips pressing against his, the man felt himself lured into the kiss until he picked her up and carried her to his home with his tractor. <c>
He placed down upon a checker patterned couch where he smiled at her and she smiled back. The farmer shouted. “Kids! Get in here, someone I want you to meet!”
The girl’s legs dripped with blood, but the farmer didn’t care about it anymore, his son and daughter entered, the daughter Sarah wore Daisy Duke short jeans with a white Tshirt loosely hanging from her form while his sun Tommy wore blue overalls and his sleeves rolled up. “What is it?” The farmer looked to his sun and said. “The crops are bad…I want you to go outside and till the crops. Sarah looked at the girl on the couch. “Who is she? She looks hurt, Pa.” The farmer looked at the son waiting for him to leave before he walked over to his daughter and pressed her against the wall. “Pa? What are you…” The farmer’s skin was pale, like freshly fallen snow. He would say to her. “Your body…I want it…now.” He kissed her and after a moment of resistance his daughter sunk into the kiss. <c>
A whisper of air between their lips revealed a mystic presence until the farmer spoke to his daughter. “Father? Wha…what happened?” She smiled at him and then snapped his neck causing the farmer to drop to the ground. The girl sat on the couch lifelessly as blood stopped dripping, and Sarah leaned down to her father’s dead body and began eating his flesh...<c>
…50 miles away. His body shifted within the bed, moss down his arm was regenerating, it was then a heart like thumb pounded within his ears, red flashed around his eyes within his enigmatic dream. @~[ALEC HOLLAND, THE PARLIAMENT FEELS THE PRESENCE OF THE ROT DRAWING NEAR. AWAKEN FROM YOUR SLUMBER OUR WARRIOR KING. THE GROVE NEEDS YOUR STRENGTH AGAIN. THE GREEN NEEDS ITS SAVIOR. THE PARLIAMENT SUMMONS SWAMP THING.]~@ Amber revealed within the pool of moldy water mixed with mud and grass. Fronds that stood erect and swayed gently within the swamps of Louisiana went undisturbed until a large arm breached the calm water to grapple onto a tree. Plant life and mud clung to his fungal form as the horrific monster woke from his slumber. <c>
A growl of anger would shatter the will of any spectators as the creature felt his arm still damaged from his fight against his enemies. Powerful antlers settled upon his head, standing curved and barked like a reindeer. His teeth bound together until a huddle of vines alcove beneath his nostrils and cheeks. Lumpy vines and moss outlined his cheeks, lips, and eyebrows as he took sight of the slumbering wood around him submerged by water and marsh. Ghastly trees with dark bark soaked with water as plump vines coiled between trees drawing the creatures of eternal into conflict as each fought for resources and nourishment from the sun away above them. Swamp Thing could hear them speaking to each other, speaking to him. Their arguments were petty, conflicting over minority issues; in contrast Alec saw them as Adults arguing over a parking space at Walmart.
Swamp Thing’s body dripped with water from his shoulders down until his stomach which remained submerged amongst the deepest of the swamp. His body was muscular, though he could shrink its size and adjust its tone as necessary; it kept to his natural form the best he could, and naturally he was large. Those amber eyes closed, sealing tight making the large monster appear like a mount of shifted dirt within the swamp. The Green spoke all around him. @~{I can’t breathe.}~@ one spoke, another @~{Noo!!!!}~@ @~{Stop!!!}~@ was the voice of another, the agony and pain troubled him greatly; plants being hurt within the farmland was nothing normal but, it was after a season of flourished life that would repeat…These weren’t matured flora and crops. These were children growing to become something that would serve man and nature; Corn, Carrots, wheat, spinach, all being destroyed earlier than they should. <c>
Their cries could be ignored because every call by The Green didn’t have to be caused by the Rot; Man-kind also naturally caused pain to the Green which caused the plants to scream. He considered this for a moment before channeling the power within him to create large wings, falcon in shape and design that lifted him out of the water within a second. Swamp Thing took to flight and went in the direction of the farmlands to the south where he found devastation, ruins of a crop field. He landed in front of the house believed responsible for the destruction, his body landing in an upright position as Swamp Thing began to look around for signs of distress. A gunshot would alert Swamp Thing as the bullets struck his back and forced Swamp Thing to crash into the ground, his wing splintered as the shotgun blew his wing separate from his body. <c>
The shot of pain forced Swamp Thing to cringe before turning to look at the attacker. A farmer man holding a shotgun, his blue jeans and torn shirt revealed that his arm had been gnawed on by some creature. Exposed bone and muscle issue revealed that man was most likely dead already. The shotgun was pumped and a second buck shot slammed into Swamp Thing’s shoulder but, the farmer would pause as Swamp Thing didn’t move from the second shot, and was hardly reacting to it. A grin shaping in his mouth while his cheeks curled with hatred would be the only reaction given. Swamp Thing’s left arm shape-shifted into a large tree trunk with a pointed tip while his body launched from the ground towards the farmer. His blade pierced through the farmer’s chest effortlessly hurling the body into the front door of the house.
Swamp Thing stomped forward, his large feet and heavy weight made it apparent to anyone in the house that he was there, his body ducking through the door way to step inside where he had more headroom, he saw a dead teenaged girl sitting on the couch staring at him. Without a moment of hesitation Swamp Thing slashed the head of the zombie allowing the head to roll onto the floor. His senses opened as he listened to the plant life within the room, when a human boy turned around from a corner of the walls and pumped a volley of shotgun bullets into Swamp Thing’s stomach, still almost no effect on Swamp Thing. A growl from the large green monster caused the boy to rush up the stairs of the house, Swamp Thing followed growling and as if chasing the boy. The boy had five more shots within his Remington shotgun, but two should’ve killed anything on Earth except Superman. <c>
Swamp Thing arrived up the stairs and came to a junction where he shifted between hallways, unsure of where the boy fled to. His throat released a slow growl while he approached a bathroom, his fist smashed through the door flinging it across the small space and into a bathtub. Swamp Thing looked around the small space and then turned around to check the bedrooms while his green feet clomped against the wooden floorboards that creaked with each step. His fist smashed into another door revealing the boys bedroom, the boy would now fire another buck shot that slammed against Swamp Thing’s chest tearing at the bark and grass on his chest. The green monster growled as he came closer to grab the shotgun. “STOP!” Swamp Thing slashed the shotgun throwing it out of the boy’s hand. <c>
The gun clattered to the ground as the boy prepared for his journey to come to an end, the horror of what this creature would do to him suddenly overwhelmed him and he dropped to the corner of his bedroom as Swamp Thing drew closer with a large blade and hand reaching for him. It was then Sarah had shown up stabbing Swamp Thing in the back with a bone spear, the wound struck through Swamp Thing’s ribcage causing him to growl in pain. The daughter grinned while hissing a serpent like’s whistle and then used the spear with her strength to throw shove Swamp Thing into a wall and pin him against a wooden support beam within the house. Sarah would look to her “brother” and waved for him to follow. “Come on! We must get away from here!”
Swamp Thing felt his body was weakened, damaged further. His amber eyes shifted to the pearly shine of bone penetrating through the moss and grass of his shoulder. A mixture of mug, fungus, and pure desecration of plant life of his body had forced the plants to expel the hydrogen nutrients within their blades. The wall in front of Swamp Thing had been plastered with thick and dark green watery grass. Underneath the vines tracing his cheeks and mouth was a pair of clutched teeth experiencing agony and the cold chill of The Rot, a calling to him that felt too close for comfort. The Parliament of Decay would whisper encouraging Swamp Thing to give up; that his time was through as the Warrior King of The Green. The very thought angered him, that boy’s shotgun bullets would begin clicking to the ground as Swamp Thing’s skin began to reject the bullets. <c>
Swamp Thing began to draw on the power of The Green; plants within the small farm house began shunting energy to their protector allowing his minor wounds to heal. Swamp Thing ripped his body away from the wall allowing the Spear to pass through his shoulder exposing a hole in his body with green pus and fungi to leak. Swamp Thing turned towards the entrance to the room and began stomping out of it, his body was beginning to tire; he required sun light and he needed power from the Green. This monstrosity had destroyed most of the crops surrounding the area, but she failed to destroy all of the plant life. Swamp Thing arrived outside the house where he dropped onto the ground and rooted his hands. His amber eyes were pulled shut and suddenly Swamp Thing began to melt into the ground. <c>
The plants rooted in the dirt would begin absorbing and consuming Swamp Thing’s complete body, the large six foot giant would deflate like a balloon leaking oxygen, and the large warrior would vanish completely…The pickup truck roared down the road as Tommy clung to the steering wheel. “That thing killed Pa!” Sarah glanced at her brother and then said. “We need gasoline and matches…We must destroy all the plants around us.” “Huh? How do you know?” “Because I do. I saw that monster control the plants.” Tommy nodded understanding her. “We got gas in the back, we need to find some matches. I--…” Swamp Thing would materialize out of a tree in front of the pickup truck, a sour expression marked his face. His nostrils curled in almost disgust with those citrine shaped eyes narrowed upon the truck and its passengers.
Tommy’s right foot slammed against the brakes, but Sarah quickly shoved his leg away. “Run him over!” Sarah’s teeth began to sharp as her jaw opened expanding to allow her chin to connect with her collar bone, her flesh began tearing a part by her cheeks and lips as the human disguise began ripping apart. Tommy protested staring at Swamp Thing in fear. “Whatter you doin’? We gonna die!” Sarah snarled. “IT’S NOT SO BAD!” were the last words before Swamp Thing’s hand created a large sword made of a solid oak, the long brown shaft was reinforced and sculpted to have a blade sharp as a steel or titanium blade. Swamp Thing’s wings took to flight lifting the warrior above the ground as his body veered towards the passenger seat of the truck. <c>
Sarah hissed at Swamp Thing while watching Swamp Thing’s oak sword smash through the windshield, smashing through steel and plastic frame work, Sarah’s body was thrown through the back of the truck forcing farming equipment and gasoline cans to tumble onto the road. Tommy’s truck would swerve and then finally flip over where it tumbled for five meters and then smashed into a tree. Sarah wheezed as her zombie like form began to appear, gasoline had briefly splashed upon her while farm tools rend and raked across her flesh. Swamp Thing had stumbled as well, landing amongst grass on the side of the road, plastic framework of the car had spiked into his skin some, but nothing significantly harmful. Swamp Thing stood up, but the Rot leaped at him and began chomping onto Swamp Thing’s once damaged shoulder. “TIME TO DIE!!!” <c>
Her voice whistled in the sound of a scream, gasoline dripped from her form as Saliva and blood fell from her. Swamp Thing’s eyes were sealed from the intensity of pain spiking through him, Sarah’s maw and serrated teeth sunk into him like a bulldozer’s claw into mud. Swamp Thing groaned out in pain “Ngghhh!” His teeth began grinding against each other like a pair of locked metal gears struggling to rotate. It was then Swamp Thing diverted his strength to his shoulder. Cackling of the monster would lead one to believe it was laughing, however; it was attempting to rapidly bite and shred Swamp Thing with its mouth. Swamp Thing’s shoulder would shift and create a barbed cactus that grew rapidly, its round club shaped edge thumped against the inside of Sarah’s mouth. <c>
The hit would’ve struck her gag reflex if she had one and caused the monster to squeal from the sharp barbs that began ripping her the inside of her mouth. Swamp Thing began to spin the cactus within her mouth, allowing twirling motion to cyclone within her and ravage her inside until her head splattered a part into a puddle of blood and guts.
Sarah’s body fell onto the ground next to Swamp Thing, the puddle of blood dripping from Swamp Thing’s grass blades and flora while he looked down upon the corpse. Sarah’s head began twitching as pieces of her body began to regeneration. Swamp Thing stared at the body and then snarled with a victorious shout. “STAY DOWN!” Swamp Thing’s breathe spat and showered the corpse with tiny pollinated spores that began to grow and flourish into plant life. The decaying body began to hiss and bubble before melting into a puddle of goo. Swamp Thing’s amber gaze dropped until he heard an approaching vehicle, a tractor trailer stopped and a man got out of his car holding a shotgun. The man took too long, however; and Swamp Thing ran into the forest only to hear the man shouting.- “Big foot?! You stay away you son of a bitch!”<c>
Swamp Thing stumbled through the swamp; his feet were dragging behind him as he clomped against the ground and finally came to plop his whole body into the deep muddy water, fronds came to his eye level while his shoulders were barely held above the water level. Swamp Thing felt the nourishment of Sunlight gathered by the trees around him, the slim of water against his body never felt better while the Green around him began channeling nutrients into his body to recharge and energize their savior, their Warrior King, known to everyone else as Swamp Thing.
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