Burn It Out

"Morgan!" You hear your friends scream as the tendrils wrap around your limbs and begin to drag you towards the flower. You thrash in their grip, trying to find anything that can help when you feel a weight in your pants pocket. A cigarette lighter - your brother's. You found it and meant to give it back to him but now it's your best bet at salvation.

"AEROSOL!" You blurt out as you just manage to wrestle the lighter out of your pocket and wave it over your head. One of your friends seems to understand what you're trying to say and you feel something flying towards you. You struggle and manage to grab it - hair spray. You don't know why either of your friends would have it and you don't care. As you inch closer and closer, even more tendrils reaching out to grab you from the flower, you strike up a flame with the lighter and point it and the spray at the flower.

The spray erupts into a stream of fire that blasts into the flower. The floral abomination thrashes and even seems to scream as it burns away and the rest of the plants start to wither. Eventually you're dropped to the floor and you stop spraying and throw the can away to be safe. Your friends run up to you as you stare at the burnt out flower.

"I kinda feel like I should be dropping a one liner right now." You say with extremely nervous laughter.

"How did you come up with that crazy idea!?"

"Luck I guess? Come on, I want to get out of here." You hurry over to the now unbarred door, eager to be out of the greenhouse from hell.