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Start Time: 3:35 The world spun around him, and Seth tried not to fall. His terror was all consuming. How in the hell had this happened. Behind him, Megan's screams continued to echo, spurning him to run faster. The ground felt like it was falling away from him, increasing the vertigo that had wrapped around him like spider silk. Silence, a wet tearing sound, the shrieks began again. Seth’s gorge rose. He could almost taste the heavy tang of blood that rained around him. His limbs were beginning to tingle and a terrible itch crawled under the flesh. Seth bit back the scream that crawled up his throat like an agitated locus. This isn’t real, it’s just the drugs, this isn’t real. His mind rambled. He crashed into a tree, and barely felt the pain in his face where the bark had torn the skin away. Panting, eyes wild, he shot back to his feet, running in another random direction. It had sounded like harmless fun. Go out into the forest, and take a hit of acid. Then they’d get in touch with nature. The world shook around him, and he jerked away from the reaching shadows. The evening had been going brilliantly, when they stumbled upon the clearing. “Seth, the flowers. They’re singing!” Megan had giggled. She bent down to get a better look, and Seth watched her lush form, enjoying the view when the screaming had begun. He bit his tongue so hard that blood flooded his mouth like hot wine. Those flowers. Those God damned flowers. Don’t scream. If he screamed, he wouldn’t stop. Pressure had wrapped heated fingers around his mind, and he could feel it squeezing, feel the hair line cracks waiting to shatter him if he thought too hard. Or if he started to scream. Looking back, Seth’s feet tangled in the underbrush and he fell hard. Pain tore through his leg as the bone snapped with a low green wood crack. He screamed. It wasn’t until he felt the sharper cutting pain of teeth sinking into his back that he heard the soft sighing song. The roses embraced him in their hungry hold, their delicate teeth tore off dainty chunks of meat feasting on the rare treat as the vines twined over the struggling human in a lover’s embrace. End Time 3:50 Word Count: 383 Thank you, ** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** "I try to create sympathy for my characters, then turn the monsters loose." -Stephen King ** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** |