Intro: This is for today's challenge from the FreeWrite group: Poachers
My idea is to create 4-5 parts from the word/phrases of the next day.
This is part 1.
The Surprise of a Poacher
He walked through his land, playfully kicking at the fallen twigs and small branches and watching them as they're flung into the air against a tree he aimed for and enjoyed watching them break apart.
Plans cooked in the background of his mind as he distracted himself.
Soon Rocky came to the small river he had set out to reach two hours ago. He sets his pack down, pulls out his canteen, and quenches his thirst. His mind is caught by images of streets, running dogs, and the Go Pro - it caught the whole scene. His Killafornia Dreaming debut lies with the blackmailer. He felt giddy as a small amount of adrenaline released into his system from the further thoughts on what he was going to do to the blackmailer.
Rocky let his mind get back to where he currently stood to take in the sites around. As he did, something caught his eyes just beyond a small tree. Shades of orange, like tiger stripes, could be seen behind bushes.
More adrenaline dropped into his system. His legs feel heavy, the opposite of what he had thought would happen. He was frozen in place. NO.
Out from behind the bushes and coming at him through beyond the tree was a blue baseball sized object. Before his mind could begin processing again, before he could un-root his legs, the blue object hit him square in the chest and ripped apart like the twigs and small branches he'd kicked against the trees earlier. Some sort of paste splattered across his chest.
He heard laughter. A voice shouted over the cracking of leaves and twigs and the scraping of brush against clothing as it faded in the distances, "Poachers run your lands!"
Then it was silent beyond the sound of water flowing downhill and the beating of his heavy pulse.
He was not sure what this pasty stuff was. He carefully touched it with his forefinger. Sticky-ish. Gell-like. He puts his finger to his nose and sniffs. Hints of rose - What is this?
Just as he thought this, his nose began to itch. The itching did not stop there. He began to feel his chest itching. The strange stuff seemed to have seeped through his clothing. He quickly ripped off his shirt like Bruce Banner turning into the hulk. He glared down at his chest. The strange substance that managed to seep through his shirt turned from the blue color into a purple color as it worked its way through the upper layers of his skin.
Terror filled his eyes and face.
His legs became unstuck. He rushed to the middle of the river and dunked his whole body under the water, scrubbing with one palm at his chest while he used his other hand's nails to scratch other parts of his chest while holding himself under water. He began to feel his inner organs itch; he didn't know this could be a thing.
He began to feel constricted like he was being put into a straight jacket five sizes to small for him.
He swore he felt fire ants tearing at his insides, everyone of them tearing away as much as his insides that they could carry.
He popped out of the water in a last attempt to escape whatever was taking grip of his body but it was a lost, un-effective, fruitless effort. He sank back down into the water and floated downstream, unconscious.
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