Poppies Watered in Blood | third life | flower husbands

Part One

In all honesty it was Scott's own fault he was in this scenario. Every living organism had agreed it was a stupid decision, but Scott being the kind hearted man he was just had to keep that poor little kitten from getting hurt by her owners.

So it was his own fault he was in this mess.

An arrow shot into Scott's back and Scott stumbled as he tried to maintain the footing he once had.

Even with the ground clearing a path for him while making it extremely difficult for his pursuers Scott still wasn't quite so used to running at high speeds.

Another arrow landed, this time sticking itself into his ankle.

Scott shrieked as he tried to make it so the kitten that was still in his arms didn't get hurt. "Help!" Scott shouted just as he soldiers rounded the corner.

As soon as he said that thorns erupted from the ground wrapping around the soldiers and slowly piercing them to death.

Scott looked down at the small kitten. Her fur was black and she had one blue eye and one yellow eye.

Scott gave the kitten a small smile, "you're safe now, don't worry" the kitten mewed in response as if to say thank you to Scott for saving her.

Scott chuckled, knowing his confusing and broken power it probably was what she was saying. As Scott tried to sit up he quickly realized that wasn't an option. The arrows must have been tipped with some sort of poison as Scott was starting to lose feeling in the spots where the arrows had pierced.

Birds of all different sizes and colours positioned themselves in a ring around Scott and the kitten. Scott could faintly hear the sad calls of the plants around him as well as the tears the other animals of the forest were shedding.

"Can I ask you guys something?" Scott asked, "w-when I die... can you make sure no animals are ever hurrrpt o-or killeld." Scott's words were slurring now as the poison made its way to his vitals.

Around him the birds all called out, they're sounds of grief and misery echoing in Scott's ears.

"Heys ipt's opay" Scott was struggling to speak now.

Jeez the gods really wanted to make his last words incredibly hard to comprehend just because he decided to save a kitten.

"Ik'll ble fkine" it was a lie, but Scott didn't want the plants and animals to be sad.

Poppy flowers started blooming around him, and if Scott was in a more stable and less poisoned mind he would've thought it was one of the most sad funerals he'd ever been apart of.

The last thing he saw before the dark void took him was the blurry image of someone looking down at him.