Killer Kale

Part 2 Now they had to get revenge They crawled through the night the ground frozen from days without sun to the place where she had gone, her human skin not strong enough to live in the cold her mind so reveled in When morning came they waited and waited and waited for the perfect moment to make their move the get the revenge they so longed for The cold sun hit the middle of the sky they made their way Moving like plants move when no one is watching to the base of the house blocked and protected by a wall of brick and cement She was sleeping surrounded by a plethora of illnesses the ones that grip you from the inside never to show on the outside hiding from everyone She couldn’t bring herself to leave when the bells started going off in the little box that sat on her nightstand Couldn’t bring herself to leave the one place she could get escape But the kale waited again and waited and waited in the cold that consistently grew colder relentlessly taking hold of the last of their ability to live They moved when the cold burned their leaves leaving spots of discoloration in their wake giving them scars they’d never be released from forever a mark on their skin to tell where they’d been They rushed as fast as you’ve ever seen as fast as a plant could, eating their way through the siding, driven by the need for justice to end the one girl that enjoyed the thing that killed so many Inside the house they nearly fell and wilted from relief of the heat soaking into their veins the heater thrumming from outside overworking to keep things from freezing Almost as soon as they stepped inside a stirring began the sleeping girl started to wake unable to sleep from the angry stomach she harboured inside her The kale leaped, desperate to keep their plan a secret until they were ready tripping over leaves and feet, they made their way to the refrigerator just in time to flop to the floor, limp and lifeless. What was she to assume other than she may have dropped them this morning in her hurry to get a water, never even noticing as they fell to the floor laying in the warmth all day She knelt down to pick them up scooping them into her palms to reach the trash can but then one of them moved it wasn’t much but it was enough They knew they’d been caught, it was the youngest, still new to his dark leaves only just began to be ripped away from the summer he couldn’t hold still, so he moved