The following piece of horror flash fiction is based upon a character of a novel I’m currently working on; Seraph Hunters. It mixes the horror genre with the comic book genre. I hope you enjoy it.
Written by: Ben Marroquin
She grabbed her forest green trench coat and headed out the cabin door. The wind blew her mahogany hair across her evergreen eyes. It was 11:00 at night, time for the midnight hike up Silver Peak. They assigned 12 excited girls to her group, placing them under her care.
She smiled as she recalled taking a similar trip when she was in 6th grade. But that was a different lifetime ago, when her parents were alive.
“Yes! I was hoping you’d be our guide Bree. You’re the best,” Layla said with a smile as the other girls chattered their agreements.
Yes, Bree was one of the more popular counselors, she seemed to know everything about the forest and wonderful things always seemed to occur around her. Like the time a doe walked right up to her in the middle of one of her lectures about forest plants and let the girls pet it or when a group of strange looking butterflies danced around her.
She smiled as she led them up the trail.
He smiled to himself as he trailed them up the mountain. He loved camps, it was simply delicious. Such young tender meat he thought to himself, eyeing the girls hiking up the path. He could hardly wait till they reached the top with no chance of escape, such a feast he would have then, such easy pickings.
It came to her on butterfly wings, gently landing on her shoulder, whispering in her ear. She turned and whispered in the ear of one of the children and then headed into the woods. It was then he noticed that the younglings had turned around and headed back towards camp, without their counselor. His chest reverberated with a low growl.
He smelled her before he saw her in the small clearing up ahead. She stood tall, no trace of fear as she watched his massive body approach. His eyes raged, his claws clacked, and he flexed his massive muscles; easy pickings he thought to himself.
Bree watched the massive werebear enter the clearing and her eyes lit up with emerald flecks as it sized her up. She knew she had no chance against such strength one on one, but as a druic fae, she was never alone in the forest.
She flung her coat on the ground as the beast charged; her back convulsed in pain and her skin thickened as bark as six evergreen snake like creatures exploded from her back and hung in the air around her.
Two of the snake vines grabbed the branches above, pulling her up while the other four vine snakes opened their jaws and spewed forth globs of thick amber sap. He bellowed in rage as the globs of amber sap struck his arms, chest, and legs causing him to crash to the ground. It was then that it registered that he was no longer hunting a simple fleshing human.
His body rippled, his bones popped and contorted, and he bellowed in pain as his mass continued to grow into a huge lumbering form; a dire grizzly. He was a true lycan, able to change from human to werebear to dire grizzly, each form more powerful than the one before it.
Bree gasped as the truck sized grizzly reared up on its back legs and push against the tree with its massive front paws. Its claws tearing bark and tree flesh with each push. Anger flooded her veins as she felt the tree’s cry of pain. Her palms slit open as seeds filled them and she released them to fall on the ground.
They dug into the dirt around the huge rampaging beast as the snake vines grabbed a nearby tree, and began to pull her across as the tree she was on came crashing down. The dire grizzly raised up on its hind legs, swatting a huge clawed paw at her.
It struck her with tremendous force across her right shoulder, spraying evergreen blood on the ground as his claws ripped her flesh, sending her flying across the clearing with such force that it snapped one of the heads of the snake vines holding onto the nearby tree.
It was the other vine snakes that saved her from crashing into the trunk of a large redwood. They grabbed hold and pulled her up as the beast charged across in anticipation of the kill.
Her blood poured freely from her wound, then thickened into an amber hue and began closing as the beast began to rip at her new sanctuary, trying to tear it down. Her eyes lit the night with green as she point her hands, palms open, at the werebeast; slits ripped the flesh of her palms and dark ironwood thorns shot forth into the beast causing him to bellow in pain and rage.
He stumbled backwards from the thorny onslaught, waiting for it to abate. That’s when they sprung up from the ground, from where the seeds had fallen. Dozens of strange and unique dog sized forest creatures pulled themselves up from the dirt; some were like cats with razor thorn claws, some were like primates with gnashing thorn teeth, some were half snake and half beast, and some looked like flying snap dragons.
They took in their surroundings, and it didn’t take long for them to locate the threat and attack.
The dire weregrizzly bellowed in pain as the first wave of plant creatures bit and raked into his hind flesh. His eyes widened in shock as he turned his massive head and viewed the new threat. He swatted them with massive clawed paws and gnashed his massive jaws, but he was badly outnumbered. He roared in rage as his body once again began to be covered by sticky globs of amber sap and ironwood thorns pierced his flesh.
There was no escape, he was easy pickings.