Fandom: To Kill a Mockingbird
Disclaimer: I wasn't even alive when this marvelous book was published, so it would be darn near impossible for me to have written it...=P
A/N: This was the writing project I chose to do last year when our class read "To Kill a Mockingbird". I'm actually kinda proud of it, so I figured there was nothing to loose by posting it. Enjoy!
Summary: A look into Bob Ewell's head on that fateful Halloween night. Sort of his point of view, but still in 3rd person.
The lights of the auditorium could be seen from where Bob Ewell stood beneath the tree, his narrowed eyes watching the activity in the school with contempt. Those Finch children would be in there, no doubt, and all Bob had to do was wait. As he waited, he schemed, and as he schemed, Bob grew increasingly furious.
He thought about the trial, and how Finch had mocked him and dragged the Ewell name in the dirt. It did not matter to Bob that Tom Robinson had been found guilty and was now dead. The man could have grown wings and flown away, and Bob would not have cared less.
No, it was the fact that the whole of Maycomb County now knew Ewell's true colors. Perhaps they had known all along, but the events of the trial only confirmed the citizens' topic of gossip.
It had not occurred to Bob that the death of Tom had taken away any attention that had been focused on him and his family, but that was not the way Bob thought. Atticus Finch would pay for ruining what little reputation Ewell had, and what better way to do so than to take what the lawyer held dearest of all.
Bob stuck a hand into his pocket, feeling the cool metal of his switchblade, and his ideas grew malevolent. With another swig from his nearly empty bottle of whisky, Bob Ewell knew exactly what he was going to do.
Finch's children were the last to leave the Halloween event at the school; he could tell who they were from the misshapen costume the girl was wearing. Bob shuffled away from his hiding spot by the tree to follow them, leaving behind his empty bottle of whisky.
He could see them easily after being out in the dark for so long, but to the children, Bob remained unseen. They could, however, hear his steps, hampered from his intake of alcohol. Ewell paused when the children stopped and turned around, but upon seeing nothing, they went on their way.
When the children stopped once more, this time under a large tree, Bob knew they had heard him. Yet this time, Ewell did not stop when the children did. He picked up his pace, running at them as best as he could in his drunken stupor. Switchblade in hand, Bob Ewell could not help but to grin in delight at the pain he would cause Atticus Finch by killing his beloved son and daughter.
END.