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.


10. 9 - The Squonks POV

I wasn’t sure what to make of the man. He looked familiar. My mind clouded with the painful memory of the last meeting with Christina and the move, I hadn’t given it a thought. It wasn’t until I got into the van that I it struck me as weird that he wanted me to travel in the back. The door slammed behind me. I hammered on it hoping for release but all I heard were the words


‘A Wreek always gets his Squonk’


It was then I realised why the face was familiar. He wasn’t from the Council, he was the Squonk Hunter who’d caught my dad. I cursed myself at my stupidity. I kicked the back of the van hoping the doors would give way. They were secure. I banged on the side but wasn’t sure who would be there to help me.


The engine started and I was flung back by the momentum.


I sat down and thought. Maybe I could bang when we got to a town, people might hear and stop the driver. How could I have been so stupid.


I thought about what I was losing. My mum who had already lost my dad. When would she realise I wasn’t coming back. Would she start crying and die in a pool of tears ? Would she be able to find me. No one who had been snatched was ever found though, not alive.


I thought of Christina, a beautiful girl who I think I loved. I thought of the brief kiss we’d shared. Would she remember me when the letter never came or move on to someone else forgetting me.


I sat on the base of the van and the tears flowed. I didn’t stop them. At that moment life didn’t seem worth living. The happy memories of my dad flooded back, the family holidays. I couldn’t cope anymore. The tears turned to more tears as I felt hopeless and lost. My dad my mu and Christina all visions through my blurred, tear stained eyes.

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