Rooted

Rooted

There were four of them, I think, although it could have been three or five. My memory has become very hazy of that night.....How long ago, now? I really have no idea.

I remember the horror, the terror, the shame, that their unprovoked attack brought to me but I’m spared the details of it. My body was left, naked and broken. They clearly thought that I was dead, and maybe at that time I truly was.

The only real memory I have of that night is of their faces. No matter how much time might have passed, I know I will recognize them instantly. And when I do, I will have no hesitation in getting my revenge. Every bit of degradation, every bit of pain they put me through, I’ll make sure they suffer worse.

If I wasn’t dead when they left me here, I would have been shortly afterwards. Mother Nature saw fit to save me, to give me another chance.

I can vaguley recollect the initial pain as the roots took hold. They burrowed their way through skin, sinew, muscle and perforated my veins. Over time my blood became entirely diluted by slow flowing sap as more and more roots found themselves a willing host.

I may not be able to move, to stand up and walk, but so much of this forest is willing to do my bidding. It has felt the suffering, knows the hunger to exact revenge, and I know that I can count on its aid.

One day, one or all of you are going to re-enter this forest, and at that instant your fate will be sealed. You will find yourselves dragged, kicking and screaming, to where I lay and I will show you not an ounce of mercy. I will be as ruthless and brutal towards you as you had been to me; coldly deaf to your begging, your pleading as I make you suffer.

It might take a while but it matters not to me. I, after all, am not about to go anywhere but you will be taking one long slow ride to Hell.