Minor trigger warning for alcohol abuse.

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I don't even bother sneaking in this time. If what Corrosion said is true, I wouldn't need to. If I were being honest with myself, a part of me really wished he wasn't. For some unknown reason, just for the hell of it, that he lied. And he just pretended to be concerned. Although, who wouldn't want to wish that in this situation? 

At one point or another we all wondered what will happen if we went missing. What would our parents do, feel? Siblings? Friends? We all wonder, would we really be missed? Sure, we'd say. Everyone is missed by somebody, we'd say. We'd like to think that people would be out looking for us, secretly hope that some tears are shed. But in reality we don't know, we just choose to believe, because then what? You just think "Oh well, what can I do?" Because there really isn't anything we can do, we can't force people to miss us in a hypothetical scenario. We can't change ourselves without damaging our morals to be liked by somebody just so that they can miss us.

And we choose to believe this because it's not like it can be proven otherwise unless we really went missing.

And that rarely happens right? Even if it did happen, it wouldn't happen to you, right? The chances are slim. Plus, even if you were to go missing, it's not like you'd get the answer because you wouldn't be able to tell, right?

This is just a hypothetical question, right?

Yeah, that's what I thought to.

Deep down, I always knew I wouldn't really be missed. I thought the only people to even notice, let alone worry, was my family. Even though we're a member short. I thought that even though I don't matter at school, even though I'm not a memorable person, my family will always miss me. Even if I were an outsider in it.

That something to worry about.

Yet, here I am. I walk in through the front door, kicking the usual crud out of the way to open it just enough to slip in. I cleaned this place not four days ago, and there's already red solo cups and trash everywhere. Accompanied by the pungent aroma of throw up and alcohol. The furniture is strewn out of place, somebody's shoe is tossed on the dinning table, and my sister no where in sight.

She must be in her room.

I make my way through the labyrinth of junk to the staircase. The stairway is in no better condition than the living room, if anything it's worst from being carpeted by cans and solo cups to where you can't see the actual carpet, making it a struggle to even get up the stairs. I hang a left to her room and sure enough I find my sister; next to her bed, tangled in her once white sheets (now eggshell), and seemingly frozen in the process of trying to reach the spilled vodka bottle on the bedside table that's now embedding itself in the carpet. Her arm outstretched on the floor snaking it's way up the table half way only to stop due to her sleeping.

The only other visible part of her is the golden nest that was once a head of hair poking out of the sheet.

What are you doing to yourself, Kon?

I tip-toe towards the center of the room, careful of any broken glass. Once I get to Konner, I have the unwelcomed pleasure to see the full extent of the heap she's created for herself. Her torso is belly down on the stained rug, legs are viciously wrapped in the bed sheets halfway on the bed, one arm is pinned under her stomach, and her head is in a hammock like situation. Suspended inches above the ground by a sheet overlapping her chin and forehead. I debate on how to deal with her situation.

I'm to weak to pull her up, let alone figure out how to put her back on the queen sized bed...I mean...I could always just...pull her off the bed. Not forcibly or anything but what choice do I have? I can't just leave her there. I can't just do nothing. It's not like I can make her position worse, she is literally just hanging there. How the hell did she even manage this?

You know what, it doesn't even matter.

All I really have to do is gently pull her off , make sure she doesn't hit her head (to her that'll be like a bullet to the head depending on how much she drank), and make sure she has blankets, or at least not be tangled in her bed sheets.

After an eternity of attempting to get her on the ground without her sheets strangling her, I settled on her waist and up laid on her side with her head elevated with a pillow. As I walked out I heard the oh-so-brilliant noise of a clumpy gargle and the all to familiar sound of regurgitation.

I stopped mid stride, turned on one foot, and see Konner's face in a brown soup of puke.

Fuck me. I just got her situated.

I proceed to gather various items to clean up the mess, plus Konner, and finally get her and the surrounding areas victim to her insides un-pukified.

Ew.

I hate my life sometimes.

My room is exactly as I left it. A mess.

I throw my backpack to the side and evaluate the damage; broken lamps and an assortment of different chemicals were displayed like a half-ass makeover gone wrong. I flip on the T.V. for some type of noise other than silence, because we all know from Car Radio by Twenty-One Pilots that the silence is the most depressing thing in the world.

No need to be thinking right now.

I grab some cleaning supplies from the closest just down the hall and start cleaning. I first started with the carbon, because who likes stepping on shards, fragile or not? I continued on with everything broken, determined to procrastinate on cleaning out the likely-to-be-toxic liquid chemicals from the yarn fibers that grow from the floor. Just as I started scrubbing, the news says something that's a moments shock to me.

There's an Anomaly attack.

I twitch my neck towards the direction of the T.V, making sure that my ears can't miss the words Jessica Smith's mouth is forming.

"...The so called Anomaly is said to have plant based powers attacking the downtown zoo. Authorities are saying to stay inside and take cover if you're near the sight. The cops cannot get a clear shot on the Anomaly but are still trying to work out an extraction plan for the public currently hiding within the zoo perimeter..."

Upon hearing this, my brilliant brain thinks, "I hope there okay, I wish I could help." I then realize, "I CAN HELP!" I also realize, "Corrosion has probably been blowing up my phone."

I am so late. I am later than Quicksilver dodging bullets. I'm later than Daisy Johnson realizing the necklace is gone. I'm, I'm...I'm late to saving the day.

I rush to find my bag, only delaying me finding the bag. I open it quickly and look at the phone.

Quinten: 18 missed calls.

Just as I figure out how to unlock the phone, it starts ringing, Quinten. The name is accompanied by a red decline and green answer button. I answer it while grabbing the earbuds.

"Hello?" I answer timidly, knowing he is so going to be pissed at me. First day on the job and I'm late.

How many people have been terrorized while I was cleaning? How many people have got hurt during that time? How many people are in danger right now because of me?

After barely uttering that one word a siren of anger blared from the speaker, to the point where I'm forced to hold it a mile from my ear.

"Do you know how many times I've called you? Eight-teen times! Do you know what you've could've done in that time!? Fought that Anomaly downtown! I don't care how much family shit going on in your life, get your butt down to the zoo now!"

Is it wrong that the only thing that pops into my mind about his bickering is that he was willing to say shit and yet not ass?

I slip on the earbuds, tainted by the twinge of guilt beginning to build up, and connect them. Immediately a jumble of half slurred words flow out of me like a river.

"I know, I know, I know, I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I didn't here the phone ring and I just heard on the news." I struggle to get my clothes off, getting my feet caught by the heels of my running leggings and making me fall flat on my back. "I'm about to leave right now, I just have to get the clothes on." I don't bother doing my hair in a fishtail, instead I pin it in a pony tail. I quickly slip on the black latex gloves, accidentally stretching the rubbery base and it slapping my wrist.

"I don't care, people are in danger out there. The people that get hurt out there is on you."

I fly out the window with my mask on and running shirt tucked into my rolled up shorts towards what I think is downtown Albuquerque. My flight patterns prove...unpredictable. One or two of my jets occasionally go out leaving me to spiral down only to stabilize again. The random down drafts pull me down in a heart dropping rate and the updrafts throw me off balance. After another round of annoyed hollering in my ear, Corrosion directed me to the zoo.

The weather proved sunny with clouds about 60 degrees fahrenheit, despite the fact that it's fall, with a slight breeze. I already have beads of sweat when I arrive overhead of the zoo, it's earily quiet for a place where children play and families gather. The walkways empty, the animals nowhere in sight, and an unsettling vibe oozes from the place.

"Okay, I'm here. But I don't see much....actually I don't really see anything. It looks as if the place is abandoned."

I hear a huff of annoyance before I get a reply. "Of course you don't, there's an attack taking place, they're all hiding. All the disorganized chaos has passed, now it's just organized chaos." The wind blows a loose strand of hair into my eyes, that's going to get old real fast. I scan the parts of the zoo I can see, nothing. The rest of the zoo is visible, but not to where I can distinguish anything from the angle.

My breath is labored and my heart is racing. I carry on.

"I'm going to fly a little higher, I can't get a proper view from this height." I increase the thrust in the jets and slowly climb my way another thirty feet. 

"Not a good idea, if you loose your balance, you can die from that height."

"And I wouldn't die from the height I was previously at?" Silence followed as I continued gazing at the surprisingly reflective ground. From the surprisingly green flora to the ice scattered habitats. I flew over different parts of the zoo, got higher, got lower, and nothing. All I see is exhibits, greenery, and buildings. No psychopathic Anomaly.

"What's the news on the Anomaly, anything? I'm already kind of tired, this hovering stuff takes a lot of energy." And I'm not saying that to complain or anything. I know I'm going to have to land soon in order to conserve energy for the fight, and I don't feel like not knowing where he is while I'm in the danger zone. 

"Go ahead and land, I'll tell you if I find him. Find something useful to do while your there." The last part he spit rather than said.

"Say it don't spray it."

"My voice is in your ear. I can't spit on you." He deadpanned.

My eyes rolled, like they already knew he was going to be oblivious. "I mean you spat the words, that's very rude if you ask me." Lips twitched at the end of the ladder sentence.

"Aww, can wittle Kendal not take a wittle tweasing? Boo hoo." The last vowel was dragged, his voice was pouty and mocking, making him sound more like an ass than anything else.

"Ass." My flying is becoming more unsteady by the moment, almost like I was on a small boat with choppy waves. 

I'll fly down when I'm done with this exchange.

Leave it to me to put my safety at a halt to win an argument.

There was a moment of silence. "Don't. Ever. Call. Me. That. Ever." His voice had an edge to it. Like it's his rattle and if you test him, he'll lunge. The words were pronounced, deep, dark, and threatening. 

Sharp.

His hostile reaction left me dumbfounded. A twinge of guilt laced through my heart, knowing that I'd upset him over some obvious playful banter. I tried to think up an apology.

My right leg tightened and plummeted towards the ground, dragging me along for the ride. I felt my muscles contract and bones pop.

A scream ripped itself out of my throat as I struggled to start my jets again. 

No luck.

I looked down at my leg to see what was causing such a nightmare, it was a thick wood like vine, covered in green slime. Snaking, entangling, and tightening  around me.

"Kendal! What is happening!?" I could barely hear him over my panic. I try pulling at the vine but it's to slippery to grip.

Gross.

I wipe my hands to get rid of the green slime that coated my hands.

Not the time to be complaining about slimy things right now.

I try slipping my hand underneath it but it's to tight. 

"Vine pulling me down." Is all I can manage.

"Fuck okay...um, let me think."

I didn't really pay attention, I was more concerned about PLUMMETING TO MY HORRIBLE DEATH. I kick, claw, and push at it but all it's accomplishing is draining my energy and making some type of green plant to smudge on me. My right leg feels every fiber of the vine strangling it. Every tug, every movement. As if it had muscles. 

Come on jets, just work properly, please! I'll be your best friend!  I mean, I don't really have a best friend, and your just my powers forcing me up in the air...but that- What am I doing? I'm think-talking to my powers trying to persuade them to work.

Wow, I'm weird.

I don't have time for this!

I look down, the vine has wrapped its way up to my torso and around my rib cage. I feel it tighten and knot itself so that I can't escape. I feel the green, watery like moss seep into my clothes. Like a snake suffocating its prey. I look past the vine, attempting to see the distance between the ground and I, though all that gains is tears forming in my eyes. 

Come on Kendal, you are not going out by a vine weighing you down. You are not going to slam into the cement. You are not going to let a slimy no good vine pull you down.

How am I going to get out of this? I can't pull free. I cant slip out of this. I can't cut it. 

I hear the frantic thoughts rush by, my mind working over drive. Trying to figure out an impossible solution. 

An impossible solution. That's right. Because there is no way out of this. Not without my powers. I have to get them working. 

"I found a solution."

Perfect fucking timing.

 "What is it!?" I raise my voice so that he can hear me over the air whipping past, carrying my voice with it.

"So, all you have to do is stick thin strips of aluminium in the vine. Then spray it directly with bromine. This should create a small combustion like reaction and cause the vine to break, at least enough to where you can break free."

Um...what?

"Are you sure this will work? That sounds pretty sketchy."

"You seriously don't have much time to complain. Just do it! Hurry!"

I try to summon the heat in my arms, nothing. I put my arms out and try to concentrate again. Nothing.

I close my eyes this time, determined to get this to work. I clear my thoughts, well, as much as I can considering the situation. 

Breath.

Heat. Heat. Heat.

I feel nothing, dammit.

I imagine the heat engulfing my arms, burning yet bearable. I think of what it feels like. The power I feel when its present. My arms tingle and prick. My hands twitch with the sudden change of temperature. 

I continue concentrating, determined to not loose it.

The warmth immediately increase with one last breath, making my arms feel as if I'm in a hot-tub that has been over heated.

"Kendal! Hurry!" I can hear the furious terror in his throat. His cry echos through my ear, almost popping my eardrums.

I summon aluminium strips and start jabbing them through the watery moss and into crevices of the vine. "I'm working on it, how much time do I have?" I focus on  bromine, imagining the liquid shooting out of my palm. 

I feel the bromine spray a steady stream, like a faucet. I put my hands to where the aluminium strips are placed. One at my bottom right hip and one at my left side. As the vine is restricting my movements, and making it harder and harder to breath. "Nothings happening!" My voice is hoarse and mouth dry.

"It should start the reaction right away-" 

My scream interrupted him as the aluminum started convulsing, moving, and shooting liquid metal all over the place. The aluminium viciously vibrated in place, probably because I wedged it in a cavity and filled them with bromine. I heard the vines crack and splint, breaking its attachment with the lower half of the vine. Though the vine still hugging me, I only felt the pull coming from my leg.

 I start my jets and begin to fly up, given the slightly less restricted movements. Trying to buy myself some more time. "My leg is still attached!" I holler, hoping to come up with something that wont end with me going splat. My efforts aren't doing much except for me flying at a slanted position due to my leg AND ITS HORRIBLE FATE OF ANCHORING ME DOWN. 

I blame Corrosion. He didn't think this through. "What now? I'm still getting dragged down into a painful death only gum should experience!" The panic in my voice even off sets me, sounding more terrified than I do, only increasing the fear in me even more so.

I continue to struggle, giving all I got into my jets but the same result repeats itself. My leg is to slanted to be of any real use except for forcing me to lay on a bed of air. 

I have to kill my leg jets.

Immediately, I force the jets to stop, closing the imaginary passage in my soles, increasing the pressure in my arms. I lock my arms straight and parallel to my sides, bracing for the vicious torrents to come.

I feel my veins jolt with the sudden gain of increased pressurization. The organic pipes creek and convulse, paining each pulse of the heart.

My blood swooshes down as I jerk up with speed. 

Yet I'm still getting anchored down.

"You mean your still attached? Did you do as I instructed?" Stress radiates off his letters, strain restricting his vocal cords, so much so that its audible.

"I did but the vine wrapped its way up my leg to my torso, I only detached the torso part from my leg. It's still pulling me down, and it's not like I can reach down and blow up the rest." Air whips at my eyes and cheeks, making me feel like I'm in one of those sci-fi movies where they hit the lever to go worp speed.

I gain height, I loose height. I gain height. I loose it. I go up and halt in place, hovering despite my best efforts, only to bob back down.

"Can't you just shoot a block of metal at the vine, cutting it off so it wont drag you down?"

...He couldn't have mentioned this at the begging? Shit that's a good idea, why didn't I think of that?

Without wasting my breath on responding with a sarcastic remark, I took a deep breath, closed my eyes, and stopped my jets.

I began to again plummet, butterflies and all.

 Metal. Metal. I need metal. Come on.

Metal.

What kind of metal? What's a metal? 

Oh my gosh I'm going to die because I'm blanking.

Metal, what metal did I use on Corrosion? Um...a type of metal.

Shit.

"Metal? Name a metal!?" I see a balloon drifting away at eye level, currently dropping.

"Corrosion! Name a fucking metal!" My throat vibrated at a speed I didn't think possible.

"Iron! Iron!" Was all he said.

Immediately my arms corresponded with what needed to happen right then and there. They swung down and aimed in one fluid motion. 

IRON

All my mind belched was iron in a panic. IRON IRON

"Come on you shitty powers work!" I'm not to sure whether I thought or yelled that one.

A chunk of jagged metal hurled out of my hand and hit right below my foot, cutting the line connecting me to my imminent death.

I start up my jets and bolt to the right, flying at a consistent height. "Any sign of the Anomaly, I can't fight somebody without seeing them!" I look back to see if I missed something, and sure enough, the vine is speeding towards me. Drawing a direct line towards me, not steering off course for even a moment. 0

 "Watch out!" His usual fruity voice goes high and panicked, like and eight year old boys. I crane my neck forward and see a thick wooden post. I launch my hands to my right, narrowly avoiding the pole.

"Thanks, I'm guessing you already know my predicament then?" I pay more attention to my flying, not daring to look back for a second glance. I swerve once again to avoid collision with a cartoon shark sign with a red fishing hat on, apparently for "Sharky's Diner."

That's messed up.

"Yeah, just keep flying. I need time to figure this out."

"So, what? I just improvise until genius strikes?"

"Yep, pretty much."

I dodge an oncoming pigeon. "I'm going to be winging it for awhile then." I undertoned.

"What was that now?"

"Toodalloo de fruit!"

Guessing from the blurs of buildings I'm passing, I'm no more than 12 feet off the ground. I carefully weave in and out of the trees and signs, circling a small park within the zoo. The brown stores sit still, the leafs barely blow, and the ground is empty. Like it's been long abandoned. 

Ten feet ahead I see a small, brown, circular shape coming head on, I swing my hands up to avoid going that way. Only resulting in flinging me down and back simultaneously. Before having the proper time to brace, I skid on my back and strain to keep my neck up.Desperately trying to keep my head off the moving cement. I feel the vine-y wood bust on impact, releasing my torso and rib cage from grip, along with my leg. 

"Get up."

I push myself to face the cement and spring myself up using my left hand, all while running. "No dur Sherlock." I sprint off in no specific direction, only trying to get away from the oncoming vines. The cement around me begin to crack and move. I jump over a bench rather than run around it, not willing to spare anytime.

I feel a loose thread entrap my ankle before falling flat on my face. Not giving a damn, nor putting up with this shit again, I recklessly shoot an iron ball at it and continue my break towards nothing.

"Fly up, it'll be harder for the vines to reach you."

My grunts in effort to breath progressively become audible. Heat still radiating in my limbs, I jump off yet another bench, and enable my jets. "Now what?"

I feel another one grab my ankle, I yank it before it could get a grip. I shoot another iron ball without to much thought, resulting in an accidental sharp left, saving me from a vine to the gut. 

"Try to get to the icier parts of the zoo, it should at least lesson the amount of vines sprouting up due to the colder area." The background noise is filled with rapid taps on what sounds to be a keyboard.

I know it's mostly just crap, but I listen anyways, anxious for any relief of constant risky flight not-so-patterns. I take, yet another, sharp turn, traveling at to fast of speed to read any signs. The air becomes cooler each second, and the greenery turns to white and blue painted aesthetics.

"Any long term plans yet-" A blunt force slams into my side, my jets go out from the sudden blow, and I rag doll through the air. My mind jumbled and lost in disorientation, until I slam into another vine, stronger than the wooden post from earlier. Stopping my body, putting all my momentum into my back, effectively knocking the wind out of me.

I fall to the ground, landing on an insta-gazebo. Bouncing and rolling down the slanted fabric and crash to the ground.

Both from front and back, radiated strangling compression. As if I was pinned in a hydro press. My lungs were suffocating, no breathing. I felt a tacky warm stream flow down my forehead, onto my eyebrow, and down my cheek. I pulled my arms up to wipe the substance from my face, but was unable to. I looked down, only to come to the realization that both wrist were already entwined with, yup you guessed it, vines. I continued my attempt to get up only to be completely engulfed in seconds. 

At least five different vines  all from the same direction cocooning me in a web of wood and slime. Tying my arms to my sides, legs bound, mid-section entirely wrapped, and neck restrained.

"Hey, I know this is a bad time for you, but it seems Jessica Smith is overhead live." I flick my eyes to the sky, and sure enough, there's the neon yellow chopper with a little black dot hanging out of the side.

Ugh, can this situation get any worse?

I hear a disembodied hearty laugh. The cement just ten feet ahead cracks and breaks, creating a yard wide pot hole. A body rises from the hole, elevated by vines and various plants nobody but a plant specialist could possibly identify. 

"You, try to fight me?" He puts his hands on his hip and bends over with an apparent silent laugh. "That thought is laughable." His voice mirrors that of the evil yet brainless sidekick that is actually quit friendly.

"No, no. You can never defeat me, for I outmatch you by far." He speaks like one too. His attire is blue jeans, a green t-shirt, and a lab coat slightly to small for his lengthy legs. 

"This just got complicated." Corrosion's voice is hushed, as if the villain before me will hear him from the safety of the warehouse. 

"Oh, shut up," my eyes rolled in correspondence. 

"Did you," Mr. Crazy points his finger at me and his composure is that of a disbelieving teenage girl. "Did you just roll your eyes at me? Even when your life is literally at my mercy?"

I pick my head up to try to talk without gravity messing with my tongue, but was tugged back down by the neck. "I mean...yeah." Not really, but it seemed like it'll seriously bother him.

"Why the hell would you respond to that? Why the hell would you even talk! Keep quite, you are very annoying, I'm lucky I haven't strangled you yet. He has your neck bound, DO NOT TALK, EVER."

Whatever Corrosion.

I keep my eyes focused on Cartoon Sidekick here, trying to find an obvious weakness I could possibly use...I mean once I get out of these binds.

A mixture of annoyance and anger flashed across his face, and remained that way. "You do not talk to me like that little girl. I can suffocate you right now if I desired."

Seriously who talks like this?

I took in as deep of breath as possible, "Well, yeah. But you haven't yet...what do you want?" The question popped in my head and out my mouth before I had the chance to bite my tongue.

"Oh my gosh, she's going to die." I heard the faint whisper in my ear.

"Hey I heard that you know!" I look down as if I could see the earbuds.

I hear a jumble of shuffling followed with an irritated grunt. "That is the point." I rotate my eyes back to Green Thumb.

"Jessica Smith is flying closer to you guys, be careful. You don't know what he'll do if he sees a helicopter overhead."

The faint hum of the aircraft isn't exactly incognito.

"What I want is to...I don't know," Science Boy here, looked down as if the answer is in his plants. "But I do know I don't want you to stop me so...yeah! I trapped you." He did a weird jump out of his plants grasp, pointing to me and falling back into the pile. His jet black hair with streaks of grey in them really showing with such head movement.

I decide to bite my tongue before I say something stupid...again. 

Behind Greensville I can see the helicopter lower more and start to make its way to us, at a faster pace than I would've preferred. 

"What are you looking at?" He spreads his arms for emphasis "What could possibly  be more pressing and distracting than the one who has entrapped you with his Plant Powers?"

My eyes still linger on the chopper, no matter how much I try to force my eyes to stay focused, they get sucked back to drink in the most yellowy yellow that has ever yellowed. 

"Do you hear that? It's like a buzzing, you hear that right?" His pale hand scratches the back of his head, and starts to turn around. 

"Hey! Hey! Look at me over here!" Uncertainty drips from my words more than urgency. But it works, he turns back to look at me.

"What is it?"

Shit...I don't know.

"I LIKE PLANTS."

Um...okay that's one way to go. Worth a try though. 

As expected, Botanist here, tilts his head in confusion. "What?"

I slowly repeat the words, trying to remember them. "I...like plants?" Okay, even that confused me. 

His expression contorts into one that's indecipherable, even for me. "I do too! Oh my gosh, I thought kids these days didn't have the capacity to enjoy the iridescent complexity that is plants!" The slur in his words made it obvious that this fake news excited him very much. 

"Pfft...I know right!" How do I respond to such an explosive response?"

"What is your favorite plant? No no, that's a dumb question. Okay, here's one. Which do you think is superior Viridiplantae or Phaeophyceae?" His body jittery, jumping up and down, causing multiple hairs to hop off his scalp and into the air. Kinda resembling Einstein.

...Um...what?

"Vir-i-di-planty," my words slow and unsure, though I carried on. "Although, Feo-pha-ci-iy is a close second, in my opinion." I nodded my head in agreement with myself.

"That's what I think too, tell me, where did you get your love of plants?" He sat down on his plant pedastool, crisscrossed.

"Well, at first it was just from sixth grade science, when I first heard of the Dionaea Muscipula, then it was all down hill from there. What about you?"

 Hahaha...I don't even know what that is. I just memorized that word to mess with people, all I know is that it's a type of plant.

"What the actual fuck is happening?" Corrosions baffled confusion inquired in my ear. 

"Well it all started when I was a kid..." I tuned out, my eyes once again drifting off in the not-so-distant background. "Seriously what is that humming?" He turned around, absent of any warning. On sight his arms go limb and knees buckle. "Is...is this why you were talking to me?" He shook his head in disbelief, "to distract me? You don't really love plants do you?" His neck craned back to me.

I looked down in silence, kind of feeling remorse for exploiting his love of plants just as a distraction.

"I'll take that as a yes. You treat me as something to be laughed at? Like I'm some kind of circus freak? As if I'm not human, like some inhumane beast?" His smile faded into disappointment, then to bitterness. "I'll give you inhumane!"

With one clench of a fist, my binds tightened. "You want freak?" With one flick of his wrist, I was flung into the polar bear habitat wall. "You WanT BEAST?" His arms spun counter clockwise in unison, then jigged in the direction of the helicopter, his palms open wide. Multiple rods of fat vines could be seen as they hasted towards the air born vehicle.

"Are those vines?" Ugh, Corrosion's so annoying. "What's happening?"

I try to speak, though as soon as my vocal cords rattled, the vines contracted against my throat. Allowing zero air to pass. "Kendal, what's happening? Seriously, he sounds pissed."

My arms fought to reach my neck, though the vines yanked them back and secured my arms in one place. Making it impossible to move them, let alone get circulation. I violently thrashed my neck and head back and forth. Proving ineffective and just worsening my suffocation.

The vines reached the chopper, snaking their way around the body and blades. In an attempt to tell Corrosion what's happening to the helicopter I opened my mouth and moved all the would-be-correct muscles, if I had the strength to over power these blasted vines.

All that filled my ears was the disconcerting, irksome, flux vibrations that resembled that of a broken chew toy.

I tried again.

"Heli-" Coughing interrupted my message, I painfully snuffed it out.

"-copter. Vine. Down." I let out a hassled wheeze once again. "Go. Trapped. Can't." My throaty coughs intervened once again. I kicked my feet, jolted my legs, and whipped my body violently. Nothing plentiful came from my efforts though.

Botanist turned to me once more, "you're still talking? Damn, you just don't shut up do you?"

No, no I do not. It's defiantly going to get me killed one of these days.\

Very possibly today.

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A/N

Oh my freakin' gosh. This chapter is so much longer than anticipated. I had to cut this chapter in half, just due to it being so long. I did not plan for it to be so long at all, it seemed so much shorter in my head.

 Anyways sorry for such a long wait, ugh it's been what? A month I'm pretty sure. I just went through so many rewrites and editing took forever. I also updated a few things in previous chapters, nothing major but does matter to the story. A little over 6,000 words just in this half! Crazy, I know. I got carried away, my bad :'D. 

Anyways, what do you guys think so far? Thoughts? Comments? Critiques? Any of these is greatly appreciated and helpful. 

Anyways, thanks for reading. Hope you guys have a good day. :D