Mathias begins muttering in German, bending down to yank at the vines without worrying about their sap. They've burned him before, they'll burn him now and he'll scar again, but none of that will matter if he can't get the others off the hill. Away from the vines, away from the men.
The vines titter again, then a whisper ripples across the hill. Oh, fuck. Lucy's voice, then Julie's. Help him.
Mathias rips the vines free of them, then grabs John, hauling him up the side of the hill. "Be careful," he warns them. The vines mimic his voice all the way back up the hill.
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Date: 2012-11-04 03:15 am (UTC)The vines titter again, then a whisper ripples across the hill. Oh, fuck. Lucy's voice, then Julie's. Help him.
Mathias rips the vines free of them, then grabs John, hauling him up the side of the hill. "Be careful," he warns them. The vines mimic his voice all the way back up the hill.