DEAR READERS,
I apologize deeply for the long hiatus, but I was unable to write as I got hacked. An old friend of mine, or should I say EX-friend of mine, discovered my password and changed it, locking me out. Course the bitch was out of reach for a while but I finally got her back. I told her mother on her lol. So, I got my account back and am back to updating. So I am again sorry for the long wait but now I am back, so on with the story.
~ YaoiGoddess22
The rest of the day passed and most of the next but soon it was frog hunting time. Stuart and Murdoc sat in the back seat as David drove them to Frog Bog.
The radio was playing old classics with Mr. Tusspot humming to them. Murdoc rolled his eyes to lean towards his friend. "This shit ain't classic, it's bull." whispered Murdoc. "Ya, but my dad's rule is that the driver picks the music." muttered Stuart.
The Satanist groaned and leans towards the window, watching the scenes pass by. He tugged at his shirt, which had no sleeves and was a dark gray with a black bat symbol on it and jeans with rain boots. Stuart was wearing a red t-shirt with bash shorts and rain boots as well.
They were going to a bog and were going to get messy.
"Dad, are we almost there?" asked Stuart. "Yes, just another five minutes." said David. Murdoc sighs, he wants out of this damn car and it's shit music. 'I need a damn license.' thought Murdoc.
They soon pulled off the main road to travel a bit down a dirt road to stop at some trees. Stuart and Murdoc hopped out and the brunette grabs a glass case and some nets.
"Okay, listen boys, we can only spare an hour, so have fun and try not to get too dirty." said David. "Got it, Dad." said Stuart. The two seven year olds run past the trees and away from the car.
They come to the edge of the bog where they see slime, mud, and low hanging trees, even dead trees. "Cool, think there are any monsters?" asked Stuart. "If there are, then we'll catch that and show it off to Ryan." laughed Murdoc.
The brunette giggled as they walked deeper into the bog. Murdoc grins at his friend to jump in a mud puddle, splashing them both. "Hey, Mudsy." laughed Stuart. "Ah, I never get tired of hear people whining my name." chuckled Murdoc.
The two laugh when they hear croaking. "A frog." beamed Stuart. "Sh, you'll scare them, let's be quiet." said Murdoc.
Stuart nodded and the two carefully and silently follow the sound. They come to a log floating a bit in the water and there sat a large bull frog. Silently, Stuart puts the nets and case down and approaches the frog.
Murdoc removes his inverted cross necklace and puts it safely in the case. He didn't want it ruined or missing.
Being careful, Stuart lunges at the frog, catching it in his hands. Course he slips off the log and into the muck. The Satanist bursts out laughing as his friend reemerges, spitting out water.
"How's the water?" laughed Murdoc. "Not too bad actually, pretty warm, but I lost the frog." sighed Stuart. He swam back to the bank where Murdoc helps him up.
"Eh, we'll get it next time, but maybe we use the nets we brought." suggested Murdoc. Stuart nods as he shakes himself a bit, dripping wet and covered a bit in mud. The two grab their nets and move on through the bog.
A frog croaked from a the side of the bank and Murdoc swung the net. The frog hopped out of the way and he tripped, landing in the mud. "Are you okay?" asked Stuart. "Ha, ya, and the mud feels warm too." said Murdoc.
He gets up, wiping it off and he grinned. Stuart blinks when mud is thrown at him, leaving some on his cheek and mostly his shirt. "Hey, I'm dirty enough you know." laughed Stuart. "We're not dirty enough, we never will be, now come on, those frogs are still teasing us." said Murdoc.
Many frogs appeared through out the search, but all the boys caught were slime, mud, and water. Course those catches are still clinging to their clothes.
"Man, the hour is probably almost up and we're no where close to catching a frog." whined Stuart. "I know, ugh, we should have caught at least one by now, I do NOT want to being that little bitch's puppet!" growled Murdoc.
They put their nets down to sit on a log, sighing. "We could try again tomorrow, wait, my parents are both working, friday too." said Stuart. "Ya, which means we only have today to catch something or lose to that rich turd." said Murdoc.
The two sat there in silence, thinking of how to catch a frog before it was too late. Nets obviously weren't working.
Stuart looked to his friend to pause. Tapping Murdoc's arm, Stuart points to the ground. Right next to Murdoc, was the large bull frog from before. It was just sitting there, croaking as it started out to the bog.
Murdoc smirked to turn a bit, not too much to get noticed. He's still and then pounces. He grabs the bull frog in his hands, hitting the muddy ground as the frog struggles to free itself.
It's no use, Murdoc's hold is tight and the frog soon surrenders. Stuart cheers as Murdoc holds the frog close.
"We did it, well, you did it, you caught it." said Stuart. "Ya, but you found it, so ya, we did it." said Murdoc. He smirks as he studies the frog, Stuart leaning over to look as well.
"This is a big frog, we should win no problem." beamed Stuart. "Ya, that damn Ryan bitch is going down." said Murdoc. They get back towards the glass case where Stuart carefully removes the inverted cross. He fills the tank with mud and water, plus a small log.
"Looks very homey." said Murdoc. He puts the bull frog in and they close the top off. "Let's get back to Dad, he's be wondering where we are." said Stuart. The Satanist agrees and they head back towards the car, the bull frog just sitting on it's log.
David is reading a book when he sees the boys appear. "Wow, had fun you two?" asked David. "Yep, we caught a frog." said Stuart. David looked in the glass case to nod. "Yes you did, and you both got dirty while doing it, good thing I brought towels." said David.
Murdoc laughed as he watched the older man grab said items from the trunk and put them on the back seats. "What's wrong with a little mud?" asked Stuart. "Nothing, he's just a prude, all adults are." said Murdoc. The brunette nodded and they got into the back seat.
Once the car started up, the classics played and Murdoc groaned in distress. "Can't we listen to something else?!" he demanded. "The driver picks, Murdoc, that's the rule." said David. "Then let me bloody drive." said Murdoc. "Oh, I could ride shot gun if he did." beamed Stuart.
"No Murdoc, you are seven, you have to at least be fifteen." said David. "Crummy driving laws, why should we drive at that age, why not younger?!" demanded Murdoc. David shook his head and Stuart looked at him.
"He just doesn't get it." said Stuart. "I know, that's the problem, no one gets it." sighed Murdoc.
They suffered in silence till they reached the Tusspot resident. Course Rachel was upset over them getting dirty.
"Bath time you two, and yes, you'll be sharing again." said Rachel. Murdoc growled a bit as Stuart whined. "Son of a bitch." whispered Murdoc.
The two boys head upstairs where Stuart puts the glass case in his room. "What do frogs eat?" asked Stuart. "Bugs basically, got plenty in the backyard." said Murdoc. "Cool, well, time for more suffering." said Stuart. Murdoc nodded and they both unhappily head to the bath room.
After a twenty minute bath, Rachel wanted them to be really clean, they were released and redressed in clean clothes. "Murdoc, it's almost six, you should be heading home." said Rachel. "Ya of course, see you tomorrow Stu-pot." said Murdoc. "See ya Mudsy, be safe." said Stuart.
Murdoc smiled a little as he left the house. He sighed to make his way down the street and towards home. Actually, could he even call that dump home? He felt more at home with Stuart than anything else, neither he or his parents beat him up or made him feel like shit.
The house is soon in sight and Murdoc goes inside. His dad is on the sofa but Hannibal is no where in sight. Murdoc shuts the door when he hears his dad hacking.
"Where the bloody hell have you been?!" demanded Sebastian. "School thing." grumbled Murdoc. Sebastian growls and marches over, slapping Murdoc hard across the face.
He hits the ground and gets a foot to the back. Murdoc holds in a cry of pain as his dad laughs at him. "You're just a weak little cunt, got nothing going nowhere." laughed Sebastian.
Murdoc growled at the words and then he saw a turned over flower pot. He reaches for it, grabbing it to get a hand full of dirt. Glaring, he throws the dirt in his father's face, making him cry out.
"My eyes, you little worthless bastard, my eyes!" yelled Sebastian. His foot comes off and Murdoc gets to his feet to run upstairs.
He runs past Hannibal's room which is silent so he's not in, and into his room to slam the door, locking it. Murdoc is panting, out of breath as he falls to the floor, shaking.
He hates it here, he hates coming back to this hellhole. Murdoc curls in on himself as he ignores the yell of his father and the pounding of his door.
He thinks back to when he was at the bog with Stuart, who wondered if there was a monster there. Murdoc had said they'd get a monster to show to Ryan.
'Monsters don't live in bogs, they live in our own houses.' thought Murdoc.
A/N: Murdoc and Stuart have caught their frog, and poor Murdoc goes back home to the abuse of his father. What will happen next at the festival? Stay tuned and plz review.