The man closed his eyes and placed his hand in the plant. Literally, in. Moments later his eyes flickered open and the plant’s vines shot to life. One bolted out the window and quickly grabbed Brittany’s ankle.

She panicked and tried to throw it off, but it reeled her towards the helicopter like a fisherman brigs in his catch. The vine jerked her to the left and she crashed to the side of the helicopter. She shook her head.

The vine swung her to the right how and up, bring her closer to the propellers. Brittany screamed. She struggled to hold the vine back, but it brought her closer and closer to the swinging blades.

With all of her strength, she rocketed forward and broke free from the grip of the plant from hell. She didn’t stop flying strong until she was half a mile from the helicopter, and then, woozy from the hit, lost control and plummeted towards the ground. *