I've Got Your Scent
Nov 26, 2013 10:19:44 GMT -6
Post by Audrey on Nov 26, 2013 10:19:44 GMT -6
"Jim that thing has just been floating there for hours now. It's not a barrel, it looks like an animal or something."
"I think it's dead."
"It isn't moving, so I think you'd be right."
"Kind of looks like a crocodile. Wonder where it came from? You only see crocs like that in New Jersey and Mississippi." The wind was cold as two burly dock workers mused over a strange floating object in the water near their boat. The thing had been there since they showed up. With it being night time, they couldn't see below the water, but the portion of the object visible above the water was long, scaly, and green. As one worker reached the end of his cigarette, he dropped it into the water haphazardly and pulled out another to replace it. He reached for a lighter, but was unable to find anything in his pockets. "Daryll, you got a light?"
"Still worrying about Sal two-timing you Jim?"
"No. I'm just bored as hell."
"Whatever man, I got it," Daryll obliged, turning in close to Jim to light his cigarette. As the cancer stick burned orange, the two looked back out to the water and took a double-take. The object in the water had disappeared.
"Poor son of a gun must've sunk finally."
"Or maybe it was sleeping and took off.."
"Or maybe it didn't exactly appreciate you dropping a cigarette where it was resting," a gruff slimy voice came from behind the two men. Going pale in fear, the two workers slowly turned around and set their eyes on a hulking man covered in scales, what looked like the offspring of a professional wrestler and the meanest alligator you could imagine. "Dinnertime."
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!"
The Next Morning
Stephanie grimaced a little as she came onto the scene. An entire portion of the old wooden dock had been bitten away and in a pile of greenish saliva were the clothes of the two missing workers covered in a little bit of some kind of stomach fluid as well... and what looked like a half-digested squirrel. Hearing the report on the police radios she'd worked herself into, she had to come here though. The situation was practically screaming Killer Croc's doing. Batgirl and Robin probably had had experiences with the reptilian villain, but she feared the Jump City police wouldn't take the situation seriously enough. Stephanie had had the pleasure to deal with Croc on one occasion in Gotham and that was plenty to tell her about how tricky Croc was. The guy was both brawn and brain in one package. He was equally qualified to be a horror movie monster and a war strategist, but he liked people thinking he was dumb. It made them underestimate him and let him lure them into his traps where... well you ended up like the poor guys who used to own these clothes.
Not to mention it was VERY peculiar he was here on the entire other side of the country from his usual home in the Gotham Sewers. Sure he could have come after Batgirl or Robin, but Stephanie couldn't help but feel it had something to do with her since she arrived here not too long ago herself and... well, Croc and her had some unfinished business as well. As a patrol car swooped by, Stephanie ducked behind an oil drum to hide from their sight. The police had the crime scene wrapped up tight. Ironically though, the mass influx of cop cars and yellow tape made the scene all the more visible to the public. She's surprised no other curious eyes had snuck in here with the place so poorly guarded despite a legion of cops.
"I think it's dead."
"It isn't moving, so I think you'd be right."
"Kind of looks like a crocodile. Wonder where it came from? You only see crocs like that in New Jersey and Mississippi." The wind was cold as two burly dock workers mused over a strange floating object in the water near their boat. The thing had been there since they showed up. With it being night time, they couldn't see below the water, but the portion of the object visible above the water was long, scaly, and green. As one worker reached the end of his cigarette, he dropped it into the water haphazardly and pulled out another to replace it. He reached for a lighter, but was unable to find anything in his pockets. "Daryll, you got a light?"
"Still worrying about Sal two-timing you Jim?"
"No. I'm just bored as hell."
"Whatever man, I got it," Daryll obliged, turning in close to Jim to light his cigarette. As the cancer stick burned orange, the two looked back out to the water and took a double-take. The object in the water had disappeared.
"Poor son of a gun must've sunk finally."
"Or maybe it was sleeping and took off.."
"Or maybe it didn't exactly appreciate you dropping a cigarette where it was resting," a gruff slimy voice came from behind the two men. Going pale in fear, the two workers slowly turned around and set their eyes on a hulking man covered in scales, what looked like the offspring of a professional wrestler and the meanest alligator you could imagine. "Dinnertime."
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!"
The Next Morning
Stephanie grimaced a little as she came onto the scene. An entire portion of the old wooden dock had been bitten away and in a pile of greenish saliva were the clothes of the two missing workers covered in a little bit of some kind of stomach fluid as well... and what looked like a half-digested squirrel. Hearing the report on the police radios she'd worked herself into, she had to come here though. The situation was practically screaming Killer Croc's doing. Batgirl and Robin probably had had experiences with the reptilian villain, but she feared the Jump City police wouldn't take the situation seriously enough. Stephanie had had the pleasure to deal with Croc on one occasion in Gotham and that was plenty to tell her about how tricky Croc was. The guy was both brawn and brain in one package. He was equally qualified to be a horror movie monster and a war strategist, but he liked people thinking he was dumb. It made them underestimate him and let him lure them into his traps where... well you ended up like the poor guys who used to own these clothes.
Not to mention it was VERY peculiar he was here on the entire other side of the country from his usual home in the Gotham Sewers. Sure he could have come after Batgirl or Robin, but Stephanie couldn't help but feel it had something to do with her since she arrived here not too long ago herself and... well, Croc and her had some unfinished business as well. As a patrol car swooped by, Stephanie ducked behind an oil drum to hide from their sight. The police had the crime scene wrapped up tight. Ironically though, the mass influx of cop cars and yellow tape made the scene all the more visible to the public. She's surprised no other curious eyes had snuck in here with the place so poorly guarded despite a legion of cops.