The Search for the Last Flower – (Part 10)

4 Nov

Hi everyone! Thank you for visiting my blog and for reading Part 10 of my horror series, The Search for the Last Flower. I hope you like it!



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She froze when she saw Dr. Smith lying on his bed in his pajama bottoms. She stared at him wide-eyed and then she began to scream nonstop. Caleb grabbed her by the shoulders and tried to get her to calm down, but she continued to scream. He smacked her face and she stopped. She sobbed and turned to leave.


“Lolita,” Dr. Smith called. “Come to me, Lolita.” His voice was rough, breathy, and the scariest voice she had ever heard.


“Go to him,” Caleb told her. She shook her head. “I will pay you well for a small amount of your time.” She closed her eyes tightly, shook her head again and hurried out of the room.


“Wait.” Caleb hurried after her. She kept moving quickly toward the front door. “Look––I will pay you triple what he normally pays you!”


“There isn’t enough money in the world to make me have sex with that––that monster!”


“I don’t expect you to have sex with him. Just remove your clothes and let him touch you a little––that’s all.” Lolita shuddered at the thought. “Give an old man just a few minutes of your time before he dies.”


Lolita sighed deeply and looked at the floor. “I only have to remove my clothes and let him touch me a little, right?” Caleb nodded. “Alright, but I leave in ten minutes.” She made her way back to the bedroom. Caleb followed closely behind.


Dr. Smith’s eyes were closed. He seemed motionless.


“Is he still alive?” Lolita took a step back.


Caleb stared at him for a moment. He walked over and shook him.


“Andrew, Andrew––” Dr. Smith opened his eyes. Caleb avoided looking at him in the face. “He’s alive. The sooner you get started, the sooner you can get out of here.”


Lolita took off her clothes. Her skin was smooth and flawless, like cream. Her breasts were plump and perky. Caleb could not turn away.


“If you’re going to watch, it’ll cost five hundred dollars extra,” she told him.


She trembled as she approached Dr. Smith. She climbed on top of him, straddling over his pajama bottom. When she got close enough her hand flew to cover her nose and mouth. The stench, cloying and nauseating, irritated her nostrils. Her face twisted in disgust as Dr. Smith’s cold, slimy hands grabbed her by the waist.


He pulled her closer.


Caleb’s face pinched. Then he noticed Dr. Smith’s eyes. Caleb squinted. It couldn’t be. Dr. Smith’s irises were yellow, as yellow as the eyes of the boy in the fire in the jungle. Ice water seemed to flow in Caleb’s veins.


Dr. Smith pulled Lolita to him and bit her breast. Lolita screamed, but the doctor would not let go. She wailed and pounded on his head. He gnawed and shook his head until he tore off the breast. She fell back on the bed, and Dr. Smith grabbed her foot with half of one breast still in his mouth. She howled and pressed the remaining breast tissue against her chest. Her caught leg juddered and the other kicked, trying to get away from his clutches. When he was done with her breast, he began biting off and eating her toes one by one. More horrific screams.


Caleb gawped at the scene before him, too frightened to do anything. Dr. Smith had become whatever it was that boy in the jungle had become.


The young woman lost consciousness. Caleb watched his father gnaw on that poor woman’s foot as if it were barbecue ribs. He panted and scanned the room. He could not figure out what to do.


Dr. Smith tossed Lolita’s leg aside. She regained consciousness and as she opened her eyes immense pain gripped her. Once more she began to wail and howl in anguish. He grabbed her by the arms and yanked her to him with ample strength and agility, as if reborn. He bit into her upper arm and pulled skin, muscles, tendons . . . each tissue fighting to stay together. She shrieked and cringed.


Caleb could take no more. He picked up a metal lamp from on top of his father’s night table and clobbered his father over the head several times until he finally let go of the girl. The heavy metal lamp dented his skull and should have killed him, but instead it only seemed to make him momentarily groggy.


Caleb gasped, carried the girl off the bed, and hurried toward the front door. When he reached the front door, he heard a noise. He looked over his shoulder––Dr. Smith was coming after them.


Caleb moved as fast as he could toward his car. Lolita clung onto him and tried to walk, but Caleb carried most of her weight and dragged her along.


As he approached his car, he reached into his pocket and pulled out his keys. He looked over his shoulder again and saw that Dr. Smith was emerging from the door. Caleb fumbled with his keys, trying to balance Lolita’s weight while he found the car key.


“Miss, you’re going to have to lean against the car until I open it.” He let go. He looked back—Dr. Smith was approaching fast.


He searched through his keys but his hands trembled and he dropped them to the ground. He bent over to pick them up and Lolita groaned and swayed, about to fall. Caleb grabbed her and pushed her against his car again. She was losing a lot of blood. If he didn’t get her to a hospital soon, she would die. He tried once more to pick up his keys. The doctor’s horrid stench preceded him. Caleb turned his head and saw that he was a mere few feet away and reaching out to him.


Copyright © 2014 by Vashti Quiroz-Vega. All rights reserved.


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We’re almost to the end of the series. I’ve had a lot of fun writing it. I hope you’ve had as much fun reading it. Thanks so much for your time.  Don’t forget to leave a comment. 😀

11 Responses to “The Search for the Last Flower – (Part 10)”

  1. davidprosser November 4, 2014 at 2:13 am #

    Heck, that was unexpected. You’re scaring me half to death here Vashti.
    xxx Massive Hugs xxx


    • Vashti Quiroz-Vega November 4, 2014 at 1:23 pm #

      Ha, ha, ha! Sorry about that, David but this is a horror about zombies . . . 😉 Thanks so much for reading despite the fright. *Massive Hugs and Kisses* 😀


  2. Darlene Nemeth (@DarleneBNemeth) November 4, 2014 at 3:34 am #

    Ah Yes! We got some zombie action happening now! Yum Yum. I wonder how that tasted. LOL Crazy girl. What was she thinking. Ew he looks gross and ew he smells really bad but hey why not straddle the guy. 🙂 Did you have blonde moment or brain fart. ( I hate that word) LOL Can`t wait til the next part. Hey that rhymes!


    • Vashti Quiroz-Vega November 4, 2014 at 1:20 pm #

      You’re hilarious, Darlene! 😀 Yeah, you know what they say––money talks. Besides, you know characters rarely make wise choices in horror. 😉


  3. Hugh's Views and News November 4, 2014 at 7:39 am #

    Oh wow, you write horror so well, Vashti. I was like backing away from my computer as I read this, almost as if Dr Smith was coming after me. This is one of the scariest stories I have ever read.


  4. olganm November 4, 2014 at 10:16 am #

    Horrible indeed! OK, so that’s what happens and why they were burning that guy. Caleb is not very fast at reacting, although that was clear from earlier…


    • Vashti Quiroz-Vega November 4, 2014 at 1:17 pm #

      Exactly, the tribe knew that ingesting the flower would keep them young for a longer amount of time but if they died they would reanimate and come back as a zombie. It’s worse with Caleb’s anti-aging serum because since they only had one flower to work with they had to make a synthetic version of the flower’s properties and something went wrong. The elixir makes you younger and keeps you young for a while but then certain molecules from it attack and bind with your white blood cells not allowing them to fight off all the microbes trying to invade your body. Hence, you die and become a zombie faster. You’re right, Caleb is a genius for some things but he’s not that great under pressure but he’s trying. 😉


  5. Yolanda Isabel Regueira Marin November 6, 2014 at 2:11 pm #

    Ooooh get scary and exciting … I wouldn’t want Caleb as my hero. A bit slow on the uptake lol


    • Vashti Quiroz-Vega November 6, 2014 at 10:23 pm #

      Ah, ha,ha,ha! He is a bit clumsy isn’t he. I’m glad you’re enjoying the story. Thank you for reading! 😉


  6. Sunni Morris October 28, 2016 at 7:20 pm #

    Yikes! Things are getting worse fast!

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