It's Over, You're safe now

[aeshihowl]

We screamed. We screamed, and our voice was not ours.

The quiet outside our screams was replaced with a droning, buzzing noise. And [HIS] knife fell to the floor. [HE] staggered backwards with a cry of fear. 

We looked - [HIS] head was covered in a dark swarm of insects, [HIS] arms were sprouting mold and mushrooms, and rosevines stretched from the ground, slithering tightly up [HIS] body to wrap [HIS] legs, [HIS] hips, ...[HIS] crotch. [HIS] blood was slung onto the ground in irregular spurts as [HE] could do nothing but shriek and writhe, trying desperately to protect [HIS] face, clean [HIS] arms, and free [HIS] legs.

The only sound [HE] could make now was a muted wail. The rosevines continued upwards, now digging into [HIS] stomach and chest, wrapping like a noose around [HIS] neck and holding [HIM] rigid. [HIS] fungus-crusted arms fell away from [HIS] body, their internal structure compromised as the bone turned to meal. [HIS] eyes were long gone, and in their place was only the shifting and buzzing of insects that had not already found their way into [HIS] nose, mouth, and ears.

We don't remember how long that went on. It felt like an eternity. In the end, all that remained was a dense cluster of blood-soaked rosevines, dead insects, and decomposed matter.