Chapter 3: Introducing Mr. Big Bad

Chapter 3: Introducing Mr. Big Bad

The Open Woods, Fallon Creek, Michigan....

     No sooner had The Petersons pulled away from the old roadside shop, did a young man appearing to be no more than sixteen or seventeen moved about in the woods where the newly arrived resident had come from. The nostrils on the young man, whom had been nearing six feet in height with a lean muscled ripped body, dark black hair, and dark brown eyes made his way toward the tree that had been used for the previous teen boy to relieve himself after such a long time on the open road. The dark haired teen looked to be a bit rough around the edges, with the ripped dark colored jeans, the checkered red and white long sleeve shirt wrapped around his waist and the white men's tank top shirt that was peppered via dirt from his frequent ventures into the woods. He carried a cigarette tucked behind his ear, a silver torch liter and a silver switchblade knife in his back pocket. 

There was a bit of peach fuzz in the way of facial hair that lined his semi tanned face as he moved about the woods in the middle of the day. He had the makings of a scar across his left eyebrow and appeared visually to have been quite a handsome lad with something of a defined chin and a square jawline mostly seen on movie stars in films from the nineteen-forties. There were a pair of all black heavy boots on his feet as he moved about the woods taking in the sights and sounds prior to taking note of the new boy whom had been none the wiser about his being watched from a distance. 

The rebellious teen had been making it a habit of taking off into the woods whenever the mood struck him, which no doubt annoyed and worried his legal guardian to no end as he'd been a lot more trouble in the recent years than he'd been worth initially when she agreed to take him in as a favor to his long dead mother, whom had been her best friend. The teen wondered why she didn't just give up on him like everyone else had that he'd ever known and considered family and go on about her life, but she was determined to get to the bottom of what she deemed to have been his personality shift. 

The lad was sporting a few tattoos, in grim style and pertaining to wolves and nature along his chest and arms. Unlike most teens whom had gotten them, he wasn't in the least trying to piss anyone off or express himself via body art. His tattoos were a means of covering up the scars from his past which were lingered due to the various bullet holes that had filled his chest and arm as a result of his survival of an attempt on his life a few years prior to the time The Peterson's had arrived at Fallon Creek. 

He eventually got tired of people seeing them and feeling sorry for him and covered them via black ink and creative designs in a bid to move passed it, at least when it came to people talking about what happened to him. The rebellious lad, had more or less been referred to as "Rick" more often than not when people spoke to or about him, despite his mother having named him Alarick Michael Channon.

Rick Channon approached the tree where Casey Peterson had been and promptly unzipped his own jeans and pulled out his rather impressive cock, exposing it to the cool air and the surrounding elements while he proceeded to cover the tree with his own urine coating the bark over again with intent as he growled in annoyance at the very idea of someone having marked their territory in his designated neck of the woods. 

Once he finished up, with something of a wicked grin filed across his handsome face, he took his sweet time heading back into town watching the sky for any signs of shifting in weather and of course the full moon as he made the slow trek back to civilization. One wouldn't know it unless the story was told to them outright but Rick Channon had not been born and raised in Fallon Creek Michigan. 

In fact, he had simply come to the place along with his family when they left the loud big city on vacation. He had been the only one to see the end of their trip although he'd spent six months in a coma and had very little recollection of what happened. Rick's godmother, Deidre "Dee" Clark whom was also the best friend to his late mother, Audra Ann Reynolds-Channon, took him in once he awoke. She lived in Fallon Creek and owned a supply store that people often frequented that her late father had built and founded. 

She'd been into fishing, hiking and sightseeing on her days off  and often attempted to get Rick in on the habit to take his mind off what happened to him. As a result he became well acquainted with the vast  forest of Fallon Creek and the surrounding town and lakes as well. He spent a good deal of time in the woods, it seemed to be the only place that brought him peace, specially when he spent the better part of his nights plagued via PTSD, undue night terrors about the events that left him a resident orphan, and plotting revenge against the bastard that set in motion the events that destroyed the life he once knew.

Rick finally reached town a little before sundown knowing all too well that Deidre would be closing up shop at any moment and well on her way home. Despite his behavior and the growing distance between them, Rick had loved Deidre like a second mother and he'd even tolerated her new husband whom had come into their lives after she began dating in a bid to have a family of her own following the death of her best friend, the tragic event seemed to help her come to the conclusion that putting her own life into perspective was necessary. 

Rick had not been too fond of his godmother's husband, but made it a point to be kind to the man if only for her sake as it wasn't often anyone found love that was lasting. Richard Hilton Clark was a journalist and often traveled vast distances for work, but he was always available for his wife and even Rick despite the teen more or less being distant with him. While he had understood why his wife had taken the boy in, he didn't see the point with the rebellious teen's well documented unsavory reputation. He had made no secret of awaiting the day the boy had turned eighteen and went his own way. A day that his wife had dreaded more than he could ever have known. While he knew the age of adulthood in Michigan was sixteen, he had promised to give the boy two more years to "get it right" for the sake of his wife. 

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General Store, Winchester Dr, Fallon Creek, Michigan.....

Rick entered the back door of the store as he took note of his godmother moving about doing inventory. She saw him and smiled being grateful that he had been in one piece and immediately preceeded to order him to lug a few boxes to the supply closet and stock shelves before she closed up and they headed back toward their home in her black pickup truck. She wore black framed glasses with a string attached at the ends that dangled from her ears, which were small in stature. She stood at an average height for a woman and wore tan khakis with comfortable flat brown dress shoes with a white t-shirt and a cotton plaid patterned blue and white over shirt. Her vibrant red hair and green eyes were quite outstanding features when not counting the none to subtle freckles that lined her pale face. She wasn't the best looking older woman nor was she the worst, being something in the middle she always attracted the attention of men. Most were looking for good conversation anyhow and she always delivered no matter the topic. 

 Rick thought her an impressive person to be so much in the way of living with nature. Even he knew the stories about her childhood in Fallon Creek as she was rough and tumble even as a little girl, as her father had seen to that long before his passing. She was an only child and he wanted to make sure she knew her way in the world even if she decided to venture out to the big cities where she met and became best friends with Rick's mother. 

The crime and smog had driven her back to Fallon Creek, but the Channon family always made sure to stop in for a visit on their family vacation time, as it was always what Rick's mother wanted whenever they were on the road. 

"Finish stocking and I'll meet you at the truck when I'm done with the inventory." said Dee with a smile as she pinched Rick's cheek, much to his chagrin, like she had when he'd been a smaller boy. She didn't seem to care in the least how much he'd grown nor that he'd been starting to look more and more like a full grown man. 

Rick rolled his eyes as she left feeling the soreness in his right cheek as he turned his attention back to stocking the shelves. As he lined up the goods in neat rows, he thought back to his time in the woods and the awkward new arrival that had urinated on one of his favorite trees. He had no doubt in his mind that they'd run into each other in the coming days, Fallon Creek was an impressive place, but it was a small town like any other.