Netherworld Demon

LANCE

"What are you doing?" I demanded. She picked up another thing at the ground. I step back. Readied myself for whatever thing she'll throw in my way again. 

It seems like a tiny white stone. Instead of hurling to me, she flick it to the side. That was not a stone, I noted. No pebbles, however small, can be as flat and thin like that. I watch with anticipation. 

We all did. The ground shook slightly. Originating at the area where she threw something. A small green sprout came out from the ground. A leaf. Then it grows into a small plant, until it towers over all of us. 

Producing red fruits at its stem. Apples. Seven approached it and took one. She throw us each and we take a bite. The outside is crispy in out tongue and the glucose tasted sweeter than any apples I ate before. 

Preservatives must've ruined it all.