Teenage mutant ninja turtles! I hope you like this short installment.
----Somewhere in New Jersey----
"It is not my fault were lost Stalin."
"Yes it is! You were navigator!"
"When did you get that idea? I was the guard."
Ivan Stalin, Dead Silence, and ten guards had waded through a smelly bog for a few hours after they landed their plane in a pond. The reason they landed in a pond was because the plane had a leaky fuel tank and they had run out of gasoline.
Ivan drew his long knife and started hacking away at some surrounding plants, "Fine. Have it your way."
Dead Silence nodded, "Thank you, I will."
The group wandered farther into the bog having no idea where they were headed.
After another half hour had elapsed Stalin called a halt, "Did you hear that?"
As the sniper listened a huge ghastly croak came winding its way through the mist.
A soldier spoke up, "Um, sir? What in the name of goodness was that?"
Ivan peered into the thick blanket of fog, "Something's coming, ready your----"
A scream from the guard cut the air as a giant three eyed monster came bounding out of the soupy mist. Its feet were webbed and clawed, horns protruded from its skull just above its eyes. A huge spiked tongue shot out of its mouth a wrapped itself around the two nearest guards.
Dead Silence's bow twanged quietly and the mutant frog backed off squealing and clutching its eye.
Ivan finished the creature off with two gunshots. It slumped over, dead.
One of the two soldiers it grabbed was alive, he was shaking all over in terror.
D.S. answered while he felt the soldier over, "You'll live. What just happened was that we were attacked by a mutant frog. That's your answer."
Ivan shrugged, "Let's bury the other and head on. I'm tired of smelling this place."
After the remaining nine guards had buried their companion and regained their nerves, they headed onwards into the realm of the darkness of the New Jersey swamp.Like it? Daken is to come next chapter.