Hi Guys. I decided to add a "preeeeeeqal" giggles to my story since I have made my main villain/hero too nice and goofy. This was what he does in reality. . . oh this is a fun one!

BELOW

It was a nice sunny day; the air was warm and sweet with the musky, humid smell of late summer, the ground was baked under the yellow sun into a lush green field of grass and weeds, and buzzing from the June bugs and locusts played a symphony of the hazy, lazy days of summer. Even the local wildlife seemed to understand that it time to relax, not to store nuts in the ground and forget where they are, not to collect honey from the gently swaying flowers, not even to mow the lawn or try and keep up with the Jones’.

On the corner of a quiet summer afternoon street was the local swimming hole, the favorite spot for teenagers and little kids alike. Picnics by the water, swinging off the rope swing tied to the highest branch into the summer warmed water, skipping stones, collecting bugs, or just going for nature walks through the woods created a calm and invited setting.

It was late afternoon where three young teens were seen walking along the worn dirt path to the water’s edge. A girl, barely 13, beach blond hair tailed into to two braided pigtails, dressed in a blue tank top and shots, and carrying an arm full of towels and clothing, tailed behind two older boys, both 17 years old. Though they walked slowly to enjoy the view, the girl had to run to keep up with them, her bare feet skipping over stones and fallen branches and twigs.

“Geez, wouldja hurry it up?” asked one of the males, turning around to face his younger sister. He was a senior in high school now, and so that gave him the right to boss her around. The only reason the little brat was tagging along was because Mom made him bring her. Plus, they needed someone to hold the towels.

He ran a hand through his hair, a gesture which many of the girls at school drooled over, and leaned on his heels as he waited for her to catch up.

“Mom said you have to wait for me, I hafta carry all your junk!” she said through clentched teeth as she nearly tripped over an upraised root.

“Mom said, mom said, you’re a sissy!” said the other boy mockingly. He was the less attractive of the two, and as usually is with pairing such as them, he was also the comedian. “C’mon Giblet,” he said, using a stupid pet name, “mooove your body, get exercising!” with this, he curled his fingers into fists, bent them at the elbow, and began to jog in place. Once the girl had gotten close enough, both the boys sped off of again, this time running as full speed.

“Hey!” the girl yelled, struggling to catch up.

They raced blindly through the woods, leaping over rotting logs and miniature streams, not even stopping for a breath. The girl ran after them, not even seeing where since she had an armful of linen, the finally, as luck and chance would have it, tripped over a rock and landed on her knees and palms, spilling the clothes all over the dirt and partially in the stream, where mud quickly sunk into the fabric.

She tasted blood on the inside of her mouth, and licked her lips to discover that her lip and somehow split in the fall. Her hands ached and both knees were skinned.

“Aw, c’mon you baby. You got my shirt wet, what were you thinking?” the older brother said, suddenly appearing over her. “Dude, your worthless!” the girl sniffed and rocked back and forth on her knees.

“Ow. I cut my hands,” she said feebly.

“Get up.” Without even offering a hand, he walked away to his buddy, shaking his head and hissing in disgust.

The girl sniffed again, this time to distract her from the swears and comebacks that were burning her tongue. Mama always said that Danny had issues, as she called them, that Danny was always a bad boy, that Danny just needed patience and love and hugs. Kimmy hated him anyways. Who did he think he was?

She picked herself and the clothes up, and followed the older boys deeper into the woods, this time only walking fast and not running.

They arrived at the pond around 6. There wasn’t that many daylight hours left, so if they wanted a swim, they would have to be quick. Both Danny and his friend Spencer jumped it without hesitation. They hit the water with a loud whoop and splashed even Kim, who had just set down the clothing. Taking off her clothes and adjusting her bikini top, she gingery slid into the water.

Brr. it was freezing today, despite the direct sunlight and warm temperatures.

“Aw, Wittle Kimmy can’t stand the deep end?” Spender cat called from 30 feet away.

“Shut up.” Kimmy muttered.

“What was that?” Spencer said seriously. He dog-paddled over to her. “What did you say to me?”

“I said stuff it!” Kimmy said in a tone bolder then what she really felt. Without warning, Spencer picked her up over his head (his feet were touching the rocks at the bottom, Kimmy, however, was too short) and tossed her into the deeper end, where the bottom sloped down drastically.

She landed under water and surfaced almost immediately, sputtering couching out dirty pond water.

“You jerk!” she said angrily. She began to swim furiously towards the shore. She hated the deep end, not because she couldn’t swim, but because she couldn’t see the bottom. Her greatest fear was what may lie under the murky depths. Somehow, she always imagined a skeletal body with a rotting face grinning up at her from below. Pushing that image out of her head, she attempted the breaststroke as quickly as possible without going blindly out of control.

The boys laughed.

“Hey,” Danny said after about ten minutes of uninterrupted swimming, “I’ll race to the other side!”

The other side was at least a quarter of a mile long, and though she had swum that distance fine in a pool, swimming across a dirty, muddy, and potentially dangerous pond was something else.

“No.” she said quickly. The boys, seeing their opportunity, grinned at her.

“Yeah, that sounds like a good idea,” Spencer said wickedly.

“I’m staying here,” Kim said, stepping out of the water cautiously.

“Then you have to go home alone. In the dark,” Danny said softly, “cuz we ain’t coming back here. “

“But,” Kimmy started, searching for a reason why they shouldn’t swim a quarter mile in rapidly dying sunlight, “but. . .what about our clothes?”

“We’ll come back tomorrow for that. C’mon, you sissy!”

Calling her names was never a motivation for anything, but now that both of them were swimming away slowly towards the other edges, she bit her lip and joined them. There was nothing worse than walking home in the woods at night. She had a fear of the dark as well as one of what lurks at the bottom of ponds.

The first half an hour was solid swimming, with not a word from anyone. The sky was now a light purplish pink.

Somehow, that last half an hour they had gotten ahead of her so far, despite her screams and protests, that they were already at the other end, while Kimmy paddled furiously in the middle.

Her arms were tired, her legs hurt, ever her head was sore from holding up wet heavy hair. But there was no way she could stop now; the water might have been freezing, and the sunlight may have been gone, but there was no way she would stop now. Those boys wouldn’t wait for her long ; the would just go on home and leave her to walk the woods alone.

She hated Danny so much that it gave her some extra determination.

Unfortunately, a few seconds after this thought, something wrapped around her ankle and pulled her under so fast she didn’t know what hit her until the pond water filled her eyes and ears and mouth. She kicked and swam back up to the surface

“what the hell. . . ?” she turned around on the spot, treading water lightly and coughing up pond scum. She didn’t see anyone. Her first thought was that maybe Danny or Spencer had tried to play a joke on her, but they were both still on the other side. She could see them now, Spencer sitting a large rock, leaning forward with his hands on his knees, and Danny stood next to him, his hands behind his head and though he was reclining while still standing upright.

Her rational side said sea weed or something, while her little-girl-terrified side said evil dead body to drag you down and EAT YOU. That thought nearly killed her. But before she could even swim an inch forwards, she was pulled under again, this time feeling a sharp pain where her ankle was pulled nearly out of its socket. Screaming for help under water, she thought she saw something move. Then it let go.

She didn’t even wait to hit the surface; she was already in a vicious breaststroke. A cramp hit her legs, and even in blind terror, she had to stop and straighten it out or risk injuring herself further. Danny was yelling something, but she didn’t listen.

She stopped and reached under water to stretch out the cramp before whatever hit her, hit her again. Then she saw the face.

First was considerable pain in her chest, which (though she didn’t realize it) was her heart skipping multiple beats. This was due to what her eyes saw but her brain didn’t register.

It looked like a human face badly mutilated. Kim could only choke on a scream and float, inhaling water and well as air. The face had dark grayish skin, with black gaping eyes (holes, Kimmy saw, just goddamn holes) and seemed to sink into its head, and a mouth that was just a black hole in the middle of its face, though, Kimmy noticed in horror, the sides were slit nearly to the ears. The hair, though black, was wet and clinging to the sides of its face in a fashion cut to just above the shoulders, which were also visible. She saw gray fabric wrapped around its shoulders.

She screamed from the very depth of her soul so loud that her throat was rubbed raw and her ears nearly burst. The sheer helpless terror she felt for undiluted; pure, raw paralyzing horror that nearly stopper her heart and iced her blood. In fact, she felt her blood freezing in her veins in that one instant where neither one moved.

Then, it raised a claw, a goddamn claw, out of the water and swiped Kim across the face so hard, her felt the cold steel on her tongue as it ripped through her cheek. She didn’t have time to even wonder about why he had claws instead of hands, when she drifted down into the water, and into darkness. She felt him wrap what must have been an arm around her waist, and gently pulled her down. Her last thought was first of the clothes they had left, of the blood she was losing, and finally, of Edward Scissorhands.

They found her body floating the next day, around 9 P.m. It looked as though it had been submerged under water for a time before finally found floating along the debris near the shore, tangled up in fallen branches floating in the water. The body had been sliced open all over, from her arms to her stomach, to her legs and face. Bite marks her also found along her neck and cheeks.

When interviewed, the brothers announced that she had simply disappeared under water. They had gone home 5 minutes after she sank, thinking she was playing a joke.

“She is,” a white faced Danny told the police, “Kimmy’s just playing. She’s just mad cuz me and Spence, we’re assholes to her.” (here, he let out a feeble laugh that ended quickly) “She’ll come back.”

Danny was found hanging from the tree in the back yard a week later. Spencer moved across the country.

Wild rumors started, and eventually, a legend of a giant underwater mystery fish with spikes and sharp teeth. The cause of death for Kimmy was drowning, though, as the doctor told her parent while cleaning his glasses one summer night at the morgue, drowning had been the close second.

THE END