Revised LST- Part 4

"What in Hell are you doing here, Falk?" I hissed, leaning toward him as much as my captors allowed.

A Grinch-like smile spread across his face, and he laughed at me. Laughed! I felt anger boil up in me, and I tensed up. The men holding me tightened their grip, and I knew there was no way I could get out of this.

Brandon walked over until he stood directly in front of me, looking down with a dominant gaze. I started right back into his eyes defiantly, a clash of muddy brown and electric blue. “Miss Russo,” he almost purred, “I received a tip from someone who will remain anonymous, that you… my dear… are a Weaver. One of those vile, disgusting creatures! To think, a sweet, young peach like yourself… it’s a crying, crying shame. Oh boo-hoo. Oh woe-is-me, dear Jadien Russo!”

His voice could not be any more soaked in sarcasm. I shot him daggers with my eyes, and my jaw tightened a visible amount. He continued giving me a toothy grin, and the longer he gave me that look the more my anger boiled to a fever pitch.

“I’m not a Weaver, Falk. I don’t know who the Hell told you that, but they’re lying!” I snapped, violently trying to jerk my arms away from my captors. Just as I did that, a hanging basket of ivy jerked as well.

Suddenly put off, I stared at it, growing silent as my eyes widened. The ivy didn’t stop there. It kept getting… bigger.

Growing.

No, my eyes were playing tricks on me. It couldn’t be… how could it be…?

It was touching the floor now. Tendrils coiling up as it continued to enlarge, when all of a sudden one of them started to rise from the wooden floor as if it were an arm of a human being. Or… a Weaver. With one swift motion, it lashed out like a whip and wrapped itself tightly around Brandon Falk’s ankle.

I let out a horrified gasp, and he yelled in horror as he was pugnaciously yanked upward and manhandled by this tangle of monstrous ivy. All of a sudden, as what was happening sunk in to everyone else, people screamed and ran as Brandon Falk was pitched around, slamming into walls and even the ceiling fan. The two men that had been holding me now yelled and forced me to the ground, pinning my arms behind my back and cuffing them together. The cold, biting steel of the handcuffs made me yelp a little, while I was still trying to comprehend what the absolute Hell was going on right now.

As I was forced back to my feet with a few not-so-friendly yanks and tugs, I saw Brandon eventually reach for his pistol which had miraculously not fallen from its holster. He whipped it out and began shooting recklessly in my home, trying to damage the plant and make it drop him.  I began to shout and scream at him, telling him to stop as he continued to pull the trigger and blow holes in my house.

Then he twisted at just the right angle and hit the plant with a powerful bullet, completely severing one of it tendrils. It recoiled in pain and dropped him. He yelped and landed on his head with a painful sound. For a few long moments, silence echoed around us. I stared at him, eyes wide, waiting.

Suddenly he snapped up, hissing at me, his voice full of poison, “You little demon!” he shouted, lunging for me, eyes alight with pure rage. He was like a blur, I barely saw him coming. Then I felt his fingers close around my throat, and I choked and gasped, but couldn’t get any air into my lungs.

Panic rose in me as my vision blurred and I realized, He’s going to kill me. I’m about to die. Because… what could I do? Slowly, I felt my vision darker, and then tunnel. My starving lungs were burning. Then I dropped.