When I opened my eyes, I was underwater; the thing was, it didn't seem to bother me like it should have. I just swam back up to just below the surface, and then I swam after the boat.
I was a pretty good swimmer, but it still surprised me that I caught up to their speedboat, and even passed it. When I let it catch up to me, I punched it, hard enough to bring it to a halt.
"What was that?" someone asked.
"How the hell should I know?" replied a voice I recognized as Ferret's. "Gimme a light; maybe I can see."
When he leaned over the bow, I took my chance: I reached out of the water, grabbed him by his head, and flung him over my shoulder and into the water.
"Ferret?" one of them cried. "What happened? Where'd he go?"
In response, I grabbed the bow and pulled it down, flinging them out of the boat.
Luckily for them, they hit the ground. I climbed out of the water and confronted them.
When they got a good look at me, they looked terrified. I tried to speak, but it seemed harder than it used to be: All I could manage at the moment was a growl.
They reacted by drawing guns and shooting at me.
I felt some small impacts, but they didn't seem to hurt. I kept coming.
Once I was close enough, I started beating them. I was stronger than before, and I had no problem breaking their bones. When I finished with them, I left them to the swamp: Nature would take care of them, in its own way.
I found a spot where a clearing in the trees let the moonlight touch an area with land and water. I went there, and got a shock: My body was green and brown, like I had grass and roots on my skin. I knelt down, and looked into the water.
What I saw shocked me. My face didn't look like mine anymore: It looked like someone had tried to create a face out of whatever was available in the swamp. I had plants for hair; plants for everything, in fact.
All my life, I had heard stories of what was in Alland Swamp, waiting for the unwary to go too far. Some of those stories told of a monster, something that science didn't have a name for. Now, I knew that those legends were true. Because now, I was that monster.
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