Seed

The seed sprouted more vines, stretching their way to the floor and digging straight through the linoleum tiles. They held the dead doctor up like a custom made trunk.

The seed had become a bulbous green pulsating ball, sprouting more and more vines from its innards. The other doctors were soon entangled in their grip too, all of them screaming and thrashing madly right before a thorny end made its way down their throat. Dozens of green vines crawled up the walls of the room, sprouting reddish colored leaves with pulsating red veins. The vines completely strangled the walls, entwining each other as they slowly clung to the ceiling and gradually made their way towards me. I tried to flee, tried to run from my ghastly creation. But I was stuck, held tight by my wife’s death grip. As I began to drag her from the bed with me, the vines snagged my legs and dragged me back first to the wall. They wrapped around me like tentacles, tangling me in their vice like grip.

I felt the thorns pierce my skin, like natural syringes, and slowly start pumping my own blood from my own body. I looked up as the huge grotesque trunk of this new plant began to move. The doctors corpse was completely enshrouded with even thicker vines, becoming the center of this vile things trunk. It stood erect at the end of the bed, its tip pushing through the tile ceiling and cracking through to the floor above. I knew damn well what it seeked, and what ti would find on the floor above me, and below me. The bulbous green ball that was once the seed, moved its way towards me on a thick green branch near the bottom of the trunk. I watched the bulb stop inches away from my face. I half expected it to either release me for reasons I could only assume, maybe cause it recognized me as it creator or some crazy shit like that. Or just plain and simply engulf me like it had done everyone else.

I watch now as green membrane around the bulb began to crunch in on itself, sink in like the bodies it sucked dry. I was getting weak from the blood loss, drowsy. I watched the bulb take shape, becoming something I immediately dreaded. I could clearly make out now the cheek bones, the blunt nose, small mouth, pointed chin. It was becoming a head, a human head. A mock head, a physical imitation of its father. Me.

The eye lids didn’t open, for it couldn’t grow eyes. It was just an outline, a mockery. Nothing more than a portrait of its food. I know now that I am dying. I can feel myself literally drying up, feel my skin tightening. I was just glad that It wasn’t as horrid as the rest, that some vine wasn’t crawling down my throat to God knows where. I glanced down that the vine engulfed bed, at the shriveled up corpse of Daisy.

I had killed her, I had killed everyone in the room. It was all my fault. The mock plant face turned towards the closed door of the room. I felt myself drifting away, drifting off into eternal sleep. The last thing I saw was the door of the room as it opened, as other doctors curious as to what all the screaming was about, peaked in to find my creation, my seed, reaching out with thorny vines to drag them in and engulf them too.