Chapter Three
Nothing moved in the dark…except for a pair of green eyes wide with fear and confusion. Flora was utterly frightened out of her wits. Every part of her body was immovable from her head to her beautiful wings. They were never meant to be trapped. Those green eyes flicked around looking for movement or light of some sort.
"Helia?" her quiet voice called out frantic for the safety of the specialist.
"What?" Helia having just woke up was let's just say a bit out of it.
"Helia! You're alive!"
" Yeah, but what are these? Ah!" "Don't move these cuffs will electrify you every time you pull against them!"
"How do you know?"
"Um. I tried them." Flora sounding sheepish.
"Are you all right?"
"Yeah but my wrists are burned from the electric pulses."
At that moment they could hear a thud. Thud. Thud. Coming down a tunnel.
There was a sudden small beam of light. Enough to show the figure of the man that now looked was now staring at them quietly beyond the beam of light that came from the hole in the dirt above them. Their "chains" slowly moved forward giving them some slack to allow them to approach the man. Helia stepped forward threateningly.
"Who are you and why have you brought us here?" Helia yelled and suddenly screamed!
"I will be the one who will asking questions today. Tell me about yourselves and your friends who dare trespass my grounds."
"We won't tell you a thing!" screamed Flora. Flora the quiet one, the peace maker just screamed.
"Then you will lay here while I try and…convince you."
Finally the figure left the two of them alone and though the light stayed lit. Flora could now see Helia's bruised and battered face on the other side of the room. She was ready to cry out when the chains turned stiff as if they were now poles pushing them toward the light in the center room.
Both tried to resist, but neither were successful. Unwillingly they reached the center of the room. Oddly enough by that time there were vines entwining and overlapping across the floor. The bonds that held them now lifted them to place them on the bed of squirming vines.
The vines that bore no fruit or flowers, but only thorns rearranged themselves to somehow the most uncomfortable position possible. The bonds that held them there released them as more and more vines and thorns piled on to hold them tighter then they had before.
There were sharp thorns pressing in from all sides having an exceptionally sharp one pressing in on their backs. Everywhere surrounding them was vines that prodded into their necks threatening their lives if they moved a slightest inch. Appendages bent at almost impossible positions. Unknown animals lurked in the dark beyond the small pool of light, and finally and probably the most annoying …were the mosquitoes and insects that buzzed around her.
"Ugh!" cried out Helia who had tried to pull away the gripping vines using his laser glove for the past 10 minutes.
"Helia stop or else you're going to get hurt again!" Flora cried out passionately.
Helia was about to continue beating at the immobile vines when Flora suddenly transformed into her normal clothes as she started moving towards Helia in the space her wings had left her before the vines closed the gap.
Flora was successful…to a point. She had managed to wriggle her way so that she could prevent him from hurting himself, but let's just say caught in an "inappropriate position". Her face was an inch from his, legs entwined with his and all Flora was concerned about was dragging Helia's arm down to keep him from using his laser glove.
Flora was currently focused on trying to prevent Helia from hurting himself to get out of the fortress of plants and hadn't noticed the "uncomfortable" position she was in. Once Helia realized it and stopped fighting her and blushed a bright red.
Flora soon noticed that he had stopped fighting her she noticed their position and on instinct tried to scramble up with her cheeks as red as Helia's were, but all she met was the thorns which lay behind her. Helia tried to prevent her from backing up to either hurt herself.
Yet his efforts were in vain. She backed up too quickly and too far giving her a scratch on the back of her neck. Blood dripped down out of the wound almost too quickly. The life giving liquid was now taking a life. They were unable to staunch the flow both of their arms were pinned by the vicious plant. So her blood slowly flowed down over her neck and onto the ground were the dry dirt soaked up the moisture.
"Flora! Hurry try and turn over to let the blood to be stopped, slowed anything!" He yelled frantic for her safety.
"Helia it's no use this plant won't let us move an inch and this blood is flowing out faster than we can stop it."
"No you can't die. I-I-I love you." He blurted out.
Her eyes widened and she smiled, "I love you too." Before her eyes closed and she fell limp, silent. She had gone unconscious.
"Noooooo!" screamed Helia believing she had died. He now attacked the vines with such a ferocity that they fell wilted beneath his strength and determination to get out of this tomb of weaved vines.
He got up breathing heavily as he knelt down to tenderly pick up the pale girl's limp body and carefully placed her on the ground.
There was the sound of ripping in the air as Helia tore his dark blue Red Fountain cape to strips to replace bandages.
He finished tying the makeshift bandages around her neck to prevent more blood from leaving. Then remembered her burned wrists which he dressed to the best of his abilities. Her cheeks started gaining color once more. Almost as if she was alive again Helia thought wistfully. There was a low, satisfied chuckle coming from behind him.
Helia turns slowly to see the vile, disgusting figure approach him, the man's disgusting face split into a slimy smile.
"It seems your beloved has fallen to the underworld." said the creeping figure.
"Never! She'll always be with me!**" Helia vehemently refused as he charged forward all pacifist beliefs forgotten all for the love of the now inert girl which lay there. The man then stepped into the light and Helia froze.
"You know you will never kill me. Because I am this." The man threw off his cloak to reveal a body of the thorny vines that had encased them.
"I am Thorn***."