10/5/22 Rooted

 Rooted

“Martin, where are we going?” Ava giggles, being dragged along by her love.

“It’s just a little farther Ava. It is such a perfect spot for a painting, and what better muse than you my love.”

Ava smiles and continues to run along with Martin. They come to a spot in an open field where three trees create a lovely triangle of shade.

“In there Ava, stand right in the middle of those trees,” Martin says as he starts pulling out the art supplies he had brought along.

Ava walks to the center point of the shaded area and pulls a pose, “Is this good?”

“Perfect,” Martin says with a devilish smile as he looks up from his supplies.

Roots latch over Ava’s feet, not allowing her to move, “What the hell?” she frighteningly says as she looks to her feet. “Martin…what’s happening?”

“You are becoming one with nature, my love, and helping me in my quest for strength and immortality.”

“WHAT!?”

“You see my dear Ava, there did not used to be any trees in this field, it was open as far as the eye could see. One day I came walking through, looking for a calm place to paint when I stumbled upon this spot. The roots almost took me as well but I managed to escape. I was so confused and in awe of this spot I had to know more. After doing years of research I had found my answer. Standing in this spot can give you strength and long years, just like these trees. But the only catch is it requires four to go before you. You know Ava, you have more in common with these three trees than you may think.”

“You lured them here just like you did me. Pretended to be in love for a time then brought them here as a sacrifice for your selfish desires.”

“Yes,” Martin says with no remorse. “And you my lovely Ava are the final piece of the puzzle, the last sacrifice to bring me immortality, for after you are gone I will stand where you stand now, but instead of becoming a literal tree, I will be granted with their powers.”

Heartbroken but with no tears Ava looks to Martin, “I hope you rot,” she says with pure hatred. The roots devour her, pulling her under the ground, only to raise her up again as a tree, the last corner of the square.


The End

10/5/22

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