Squonk

A Songfic inspired by the Genesis Song Squonk. The story is told through two voices. A Squonk and the Squonk Hunter. Squonks were once an ugly creature who spent most of its time living under the rocks of hot springs in the wilderness. They’d hidden away in their small communities keeping away from others, content on living life in their own way. We were a peaceful species, never causing anger and distress. Then one day a group of humans found us under our stones. At first they treated us well curious of us. One day, legend has it, their tribal leader fell ill and was close to death when one of the Squonks showed the humans our unusual trait. You see a tear from our eyes had magical properties and could cure others from even the deadliest diseases.

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9. 8 - The Squonk Hunters POV

I mulled over on the way over to InverGarith how I was going to prise the son away. It would be difficult as Squonks take care that their children are never alone for long. Maybe I could catch him on the way from school, although his friends might see me.

 

Approaching the village, I saw a boy walking ahead. As I went past I recognised him at once. It was Tom, the Squonk boy. There was a flicker of recognition in his eyes as if he knew me. I looked forward but then thought I’d take a risk. I stopped the van and got out.

 

‘Hi, are you Tom” I said smiling

 

He looked up at me unsure at first.

 

‘Yeah,’ he answered warily.

 

‘Are you from the council?l’ he said.

 

I could see that he was near to tears. He must have mistaken me from someone from the Squonk council. I couldn’t believe my luck.

 

‘Yeah, can I give you a lift’ I asked looking around. The area was clear. If he didn’t come easily then I could bundle him in without much trouble.

 

‘Thanks’ he said. His mind seemed elsewhere.

 

‘Ride in the back, it’s more comfortable’ I said opening the back door to reveal the carpeted interior complete with a chair.

 

‘Thanks’ he said and got up.

 

I couldn’t believe my luck. This would be the easiest capture I’d had. I slammed the door and locked it.

 

Resting with my back to the van I heard the first knocks on the door as he realised that he’d been duped.

 

‘ Let me out’ he shouted

 

‘A Wreek always gets his Squonk’ I said through the door.

 

In the cab I started out towards Fitzherbert Hall, my prize firmly ensconced in the back.

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