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Nectar of the Gods

It has been 4 years since I have seen anything beyond the walls of this padded room.  But today I will be released, and shall once again taste freedom.  I passed my psych eval and the powers that be have determined that I am stable enough to return to society.  The only condition of my release is that I don’t go anywhere near Caroline.

Four years ago, I was a graduate student with a major in Botany and a minor in Genetic Engineering.  My professors boasted then about how great my name would be, though my name has since become infamous for atrocities instead of scientific genius.  I suppose, truthfully, it all started with that flower.  A blossom of my own making, it was a marvel of genetic design.  The Carolinus Caeli Formositas, I called it – the Heavenly Beauty.  Caroline was my inspiration for the flower; I wanted to create a living, growing thing that matched her beauty as I saw it in my mind’s eye.

It was on a Thursday night that I presented Caroline with the flower.  She had stared at it, her jaw agape, she was so entranced with its beauty.  After a few days, though, I noticed something strange.  I was no longer able to say no to Caroline.  Anything she wanted, I would give to her, without even a thought of question.  She loved the way the flowers smelled, and asked if I could make a perfume from their scent.  I could not, but I knew of one who could.  So the next day, I asked Alvina to create the fragrance for me.  She was a shy girl, not terribly attractive, but very bright.  She told me it might take a few weeks to get a working essence from the cross sections I had brought her.

A few weeks later, when I had gone to retrieve my samples from Alvina, I noticed she was wearing her hair differently, and her makeup appeared to have been professionally applied.  She had transformed herself a living Venus.  Somewhat reluctantly, she relinquished the perfume, but asked if she could have more of the flowers to study.  I informed her that I hadn’t created any more as of yet, as they hadn’t bred successfully by that point.  She seemed to be very disappointed by this.  I dismissed any further curiosity, though, and delivered the perfume to Caroline, who was so pleased she tested it immediately; the scent was intoxicating on her.

Alvina had stopped by the next day and begged Caroline to spritz her with the perfume.  She was on her knees, actually in tears, and seemed a broken down wreck.  I was astonished.  Caroline obliged the poor thing.  It was shortly after this incident that Alvina moved in with Caroline, and Caroline bade me make her more flowers.

The first time I killed, it genuinely was a case of manslaughter.  I went to Caroline and Alvina’s place, and there was a man there... he might have been there to see Alvina, not Caroline, but I was so overcome with jealousy that it didn’t seem to matter in that moment.  I was truly blinded by rage, and could honestly not see straight.  I punched him in the jaw, and the next thing I knew, I was throttling him.  I must have blacked out, then.  When I came to, he was dead, and Caroline and Alvina were discussing ways to dispose of his body.

I should have been worried, or at least taken aback by their callousness over the fact that I had just taken a life in their presence, but the only thing they cared about was removing the evidence and freeing me again to create more flowers.  We chopped up the corpse in the tub, and buried the pieces in the planters for the flowers.  Afterwards, the blooms thrived as never before.

When we returned to their apartment, I noticed that the only vegetation represented in the entire facility were the Heavenly Beauties.  I was pleased that Caroline had so greatly loved my creations for her, and it seemed Alvina was very fond of them, also.  Alvina’s overall appearance continued to improve, the longer she stayed with Caroline.  At the time, I had thought it was because of their friendship, and beauty tips – secrets shared between the fairer sex.

Now I know it was the flowers.

When in time the flowers had begun to wilt, and there seemed to be nothing we could do to revive them back to their original health, it was quite by accident that we discovered what they actually needed.  I had gotten myself entangled in an altercation with one of Alvina’s would-be suitors who happened by while I was visiting the ladies, and tending to my crops.  Once again, I had killed, and once again, the encroacher was buried in the pIanters.  This time, though, we took note how quickly the flowers soon perked up.

We had all become addicted to the smell of the flowers.  It was more intoxicating than any drug.  The perfume made both Caroline and Alvina beautiful beyond words, and no one could refuse them when they wore it.  Alvina had created a cologne for me from the fragrance of the flowers.  The effect on me was different.  It increased my strength tenfold, and brought out a terrible violent streak.  Only Caroline or Alvina could control me.  Fortunately for me, the insanity plea my defensive team launched was successful.

I have been free of the plants’ grasp now for two years, and I am looking forward to being free in the real world once again.

In a storage locker that was paid up for ten years, there are seed packets, hydroponics equipment, and lab materials.  Only Alvina and I have access to it.  I am going to burn them, as soon as I get a chance.

I am waiting at the bus stop, when a familiar car pulls up, bearing in its rear seat, an all too memorable plant.  The window rolls down, and Alvina beckons to me from the passenger side.

Caroline is driving.  She always drives.

I get in.  What else can I do?



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Aug. 3rd, 2014 09:31 pm (UTC)
As an aside, the link you posted in the topic was simply the link to your LJ, which confused me a bit when I got here!

But this was really fun and fascinating, although I felt Alvina and Caroline should have borne more responsibility in the process, and especially since they still have a growing plant.

Clearly, this plant is hungrier than Little Shop of Horrors' Audrey II!
Aug. 4th, 2014 07:12 pm (UTC)
Thank you I fixed the link, and yes they should bear more responsibilty, yes these little flowers are hungry
Aug. 4th, 2014 11:54 am (UTC)
Creepy plant ..... gave me the horror movie feel .....something on the lines of Chucky in Child's Play !!!! Well Done with the narrative and oh yes the last line very strong to let one know how difficult it is get out of one's addiction .... Sigh !!!! Makes me curious where the plant will take them all though ...

Edited at 2014-08-04 11:56 am (UTC)
Aug. 4th, 2014 07:26 pm (UTC)
I was going for creepy with the flowers, so I am glad that came thru and the last line was very delibrate. I am glad you enjoyed it. Not sure where they might wind up.
Aug. 4th, 2014 06:59 pm (UTC)
This first person summary, in its simplicity, is actually my favorite of all your short stories so far. I like the way it flows, the rhythm, the speed, and the inevitability of its reveal... and it does so with a kind of subtle whimsy that is quite appealing.
Aug. 4th, 2014 07:27 pm (UTC)
Thank you, this is the first time I;ve tried writing something in the first person, glad it worked adn glad you enjoyed it.
Aug. 4th, 2014 07:22 pm (UTC)
Oh, boy. That poor doomed guy!

I really liked the combination of science, obsession, and humor in this story, and the ending? Perfection. :D
Aug. 4th, 2014 07:27 pm (UTC)

Edited at 2014-08-04 07:28 pm (UTC)
Aug. 4th, 2014 10:42 pm (UTC)
This is fantastically creepy.
Aug. 5th, 2014 03:30 pm (UTC)
Thank you, I was going for creepy.
Aug. 4th, 2014 11:14 pm (UTC)
Your piece kept me reading, all the way through to the end!
Aug. 5th, 2014 03:30 pm (UTC)
Thank you I am glad you enjoyed it.
Aug. 5th, 2014 07:13 pm (UTC)
Very well done! It pulled me through all the way to the end and really imparted the creepy feel you were after.
Aug. 6th, 2014 05:13 pm (UTC)
Thank you, I'm very glad the creepiness came thourgh.
Aug. 6th, 2014 06:19 am (UTC)
Oh dear! Find a way to destroy the flowers, if he can, but something tells me the flowers are stronger than he thinks.
Aug. 6th, 2014 05:15 pm (UTC)
Unfortunatly I don't forsee him being able to destroy the flowers.
Aug. 6th, 2014 06:57 am (UTC)
Wow. That escalation was pretty intense. I had no idea who the villain was... if there even was a "villain."

Aug. 6th, 2014 05:18 pm (UTC)
I'm glad you enjoyed it, villians, victims, in this story it is almost the same thing.
Aug. 6th, 2014 07:54 am (UTC)
I enjoyed this, thank you!
Aug. 6th, 2014 05:13 pm (UTC)
Your welcome, Thank you for reading I am glad you enjoyed it.
Aug. 6th, 2014 05:14 pm (UTC)
Oh wow! Excellent.
Aug. 6th, 2014 05:31 pm (UTC)
Thank you
Aug. 6th, 2014 05:19 pm (UTC)
Eeeee!!! This is great! A complete piece and your writing skill shines here! Great internalization and set-up of your story! I loved it!
Aug. 6th, 2014 05:32 pm (UTC)
Thank you I am glad you enjoyed it.
Aug. 7th, 2014 11:09 am (UTC)
Creepy cool..\m/ I enjoyed it..esp when I reached..."The first time I killed, it genuinely was a case of manslaughter."...:) Well done! Good job.
Aug. 7th, 2014 03:15 pm (UTC)
I'm glad you enjoyed it thank you.
Aug. 7th, 2014 07:00 pm (UTC)
I thoroughly enjoyed this -- it was a great bit of storytelling. A nicely creepy entry.
Aug. 13th, 2014 01:49 pm (UTC)
Thank you I'm glad you enjoyed it.
Aug. 8th, 2014 12:08 am (UTC)
Oh, so deliciously creepy. Great piece!
Aug. 13th, 2014 01:50 pm (UTC)
Thank you I was hoping to relay creepiness in this story
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