Game On.

Thorns

"Lindsay?"
It was Lindsay, the girl in the tower. As soon as she was free, she fell to the ground, breathing hard. Cat, although she was not Lindsay's friend, crouched down to comfort her. They sat together for a few minutes until Lindsay pushed her away and they stood up. "Its okay, I'm okay now."
"Good." Said Cat. "Cause it looks like we're gonna be climbing down. Wait.... what? Where's the hair gone? The hair-rope-thing I climbed up, its gone!"
"You must have dropped it out the window or something. Just typical!" Lindsay replied, regaining her snarkiness very quickly.
Both girls rushed over to the window and looked out. No long ladders of hair in sight. Then Cat noticed something. "Hey, those thorns weren't there before."
Long vines of thorns snaked their way up the tower, and, as they looked, still seemed to be visibly growing. Indeed, they were creeping up closer to the window by the second. "Well," commented Cat "This can't be good."
Both girls watched in horror as the first vine slithered like a snake through the window.

It came closer and closer across the room, backing the girls into a corner as they tried to avoid it and the other tendrils that were now entering the room. Cat felt their backs hit the wall. The vine came closer, feeling the air in front of their faces. Cat held her breath...
Lindsay screamed.
The vine lunged for her, wrapping around her waist, dragging her away. Lindsay shrieked and screamed as she struggled. Cat narrowly avoided another snatching tentacle, trying to make her way to Lindsay. One of the thorns scratched her arm, causing her to yelp with pain. The vines zoomed in on her the moment she made the sound. One came towards her face and reflexively she put up her hands to push it away.
Suddenly, the vine let out a high pitched squealing sound and dissolved into fine strands of golden hair. Cat looked at it in surprise. In her hand was still the comb, which she had accidentally scratched along the vine. Doing this had caused it to turn into hair. Quickly, she began to lash out at the other tendrils, scratching them deep. Golden ropes of hair fell to the ground around her.
Sharp pain in her leg told her she had been caught. She let the vine tug her towards the window, catching up with Lindsay. Using the comb, she freed Lindsay before using it on her own captor, leaving them both hanging out the window on golden braids. Cat looked over at Lindsay and jokingly smiled at a scratched and disgruntled Lindsay. "Well, now we only have to climb part of the way down."
If looks could kill, Cat would've been in trouble.