The Great Belligerency [Round 4: Static]

Originally posted on MSPA by Ixcalibur.

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A swollen shoot of a newly grown weed snaked to the front door of the house, clumsily grasping the handle and pushing it open. Anyone else might have felt pleased to be out of the rain, but as Dove entered the house he frowned. Lately he had found human structures to be distasteful, another way of defying nature.

An animal's proper place was out in the wild. Once humans had been no exception, then they began to think themselves apart from other animals, better than the world that birthed them. They chopped down trees to build shelters for themselves, and for wood to burn. That was the unremarkable start of the vermin's vendetta against the planet itself. Soon they were digging deep into the earth, drilling for oil, mining for gold, dumping their waste into the oceans, slowly poisoning the planet until it could take it no longer. Dove wasn't quite sure how he knew all this. It wasn't something he had been told, it was knowledge that had come as he had ruefully set about his task. With every one of the vermin he had killed he had felt more attuned to the planet, he could see it's point of view. One day he had woken up with eyes of a shining green, his old self more or less forgotten.

Flanked by a thicket of tendrils, he stepped into the house. He stood there for a moment, dripping rain onto the doormat. His clothes clung to his lanky frame, and his mop of hair smattered across his face. As Dove strolled down the disappointingly empty hallway his tendrils followed him. They idly probed along the walls, prying open cupboards, snatching up any loose items, flicking at the light switch. For a couple of seconds the hallway flickered between darkness and light, then on command the vines pounded at the wall near the light switch, cracking through the weak plaster and haphazardly pulling wires out of the wall. The house was suddenly plunged into darkness.