Outside McAnally, Night, Eric & Harry
His feet left the rough, black-topped brick of the back alley. He thick, dark vines twined around his body faster than he could pull them off. Eric snarled as his legs were pinned together against the brick wall of the building. As he yelled, small, bark covered vines slithered over his mouth and held his fangs at bay.
With is arms bound against the walls straight out from the shoulder, Eric felt a twinge of panic when a small figure wearing a purple scarf wrapped around his head stepped from the shadows. Vines flowed from under his feet to cover all the buildings and garbage. The body Ghede Masaka inhabited was short and frail. His lips were thick and his mouth wide. He looked at Eric with milky white eyes.
"Alo, Mister Northman." Under his extended left hand, Ghede Masaka set a terracotta pot on the ground. Creeping plants twined around the base. "Mwen regret sa we have to meet like this. But I have been promised a great treasure for your death."
With a wave of his hand, a large thorn sliced through Eric's wrist. He howled as he thrashed against the overgrowth. Blood dripped down and fell into the pot. Ghede Masaka put another pot under his other wrists. "Ou konprann? You must die for me to live."