My Petrified Soul

Chapter 3

Your Best Friend

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sniper woke up from her flash back and she panted feeing her head, a wave of pain went
through her “f-fuck, what do you want NOW nightmoon!?” it waved through her again “is that any way to talk to your boss?” she held herself and she started to shake a bit “f-fuck off” Sniper got up and looked at the flowers again, “why did I stop running,” she whispered to herself. She picked up her rifle and she took a deep breath, going off to patrol again, but a small voice caught her attention. “Did you not miss me samantha?Am I forgotten to you? Hehehehehe.” she turned around in a flash as she aimed her gun around. “down here ya idiot,”

she looked down, it was a small flower, she tilted her head to the side. “The fuck-”
The flower had a red ribbon on its stem, with two leaves and five goldish yellow pedals. It had an innocent sweet smile and was on the ground. Sniper looked with confusion and she kept her gun aimed at it with a growl.

“How do you know me by my dead name, who are you, and what the fuck do you want,” she spat at the flower. “Names Flora! Flora the flower! And I'm your best friend!” she tightened her finger that was on the trigger. “I have no friends,” “but, i knew you
when you were little-” “well i ain't so small anymore.”

BANG!

“Were, friends, not enemies” sniper was in shock, a large vine had wrapped around her gun and aimed it away from the flower. Sniper tried to get it off her gun by kicking it then she pulled out a knife but another vine shot at her and it took it away, the flowers face had changed from sweet and innocent to a creepy, white pupiled, sharp teeth smile. ”you fool” Sniper growled and she tried to walk but her legs had vines wrapped around them tightly, she winced at the thorns and tightness of the vines “let me GO!” Flora just laughed and she had another vine come out of the ground and holds the sniper still while another is raised at her chest sharpening, the sniper went wide eyed as liquid from her head started to drip covering some of
her face. “Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck!” she thought to herself. “Oh sam, you should know by now, in this world, its-”

“kill…or be killed…”

a sudden gun shot rang through the air. Flora fell back with a yelp, she went back into the ground disappearing with her vines without a trace. Sniper held her breath as she fell to the ground, she looked around from where the gunshot came from. It was one of her men from the field.

“Sarge! Are you okay?”

“I'm fine, what are you doing outside your post, private,” she said in astern tone as she stood up dusting herself. “Looking for you sarge mam!” the monster kept their gun steady pointed away from her, “the king sent me for you sarge!” the sniper nodded and she
started to run off making a hand sign for him to follow, the private did so. Sniper started to think to herself.
“What did that flower want, and how does it know me?”

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End of chapter 3