Chapter 1: Book 1 Chapter 1: Diner Experience
Summary:
Luke Valentine meets a young woman one night...
Chapter Text
Luke Valentine walked into the diner, a calm air surrounded him. Of all the places he could go to, this was it. But with a sweet tooth, anywhere will do.
Luke: *Tuts and sighs, muttering.* What a dump.... *Walking to the counter.*
His younger brother, Jan, was scoping the other areas of town, possibly to find other hookers to shack with, Luke thought.
I was at a table having something to eat by myself, feeling alone and shaken, when I first look up and couldn't believe who I saw.
Luke: *Waving to the waitress*. Excuse me...er.....Wendy....do you have any cheesecakes...?
He turned around and gave a slight grin.
I stared at him, but caught myself and turned away, feeling embarrassed, hoping he didn't see my eyes watery and bright.
Luke chuckled and turned back to Wendy, paying for the strawberry cheesecake and slowly walking over to me.
I was still looking down and at the window.
Luke: Hello....is this seat taken, dear? Pointing and placing the slice of cheesecake down.
I shake my head, still not looking at him.
Luke: Thank you...
He takes a seat, places the napkin on his lap, a takes a small cut of the cheesecake slice.
Luke: Munch. Mmm....not bad.
My eyes didn't see him exactly, but I did catch his presence.
Luke: About to take another bite, he stops, raising an eyebrow. Something wrong?
I then look at the copy of a book I had on the table, just to see something else when he prompted me. I take my napkin and try to rub my eyes the best I could.
Allie: I...I'm sorry... *My voice still wavy*.
Luke: (*Chuckles*.) No need to be sorry.... He takes another bite.
Allie: Y-you just remind me *gulp* of someone...
Luke: Oh? *He stared deeply into my eyes.* Now then, Alison....would this person be.... somewhat...famous in some way?
My mouth covered my lower face.
Allie: Huh?? Blinking and almost digging back into my seat.
A grin hints at the side of his mouth, a light chuckle as he shushes me lightly.
Allie: You knew my name? Asking like it was a dumb question.
Luke: Well...you know me...there's no reason why I shouldn't know you....
Allie: How do you know "me"?
He took another bite from the cheesecake, savoring the strawberry just a little while.
I gave a nervous grin as he ate.
Luke: Well...if you knew me well enough, you would understand how I knew your name....
Allie: Well...I didn't think...you were real...that is, if you are who I think you are.
Luke continued to eat the cheesecake absentmindedly as I fidgeted my fingers.
Luke: Oh? You didn't think Luke Valentine was indeed....real? *Places his hand on mine*. I'm very real.
Allie: I know I'm not going crazy and I see you…
A slight gasp, even with his white gloved hand, its size still over took mine.
Luke: *There's a slight rumble. He looked down inquisitively*. Odd...one slice is usually enough...
Allie: Looks like you can eat solid foods after all.
Trying to make other conversation, my eyes now tear less.
Luke: *Chuckles*. Yes...and if you must know...yes, I have a slight sweet tooth.
I slightly giggle.
Luke called Wendy over, ordering another slice and turned towards me to continue the conversation.
Luke: What? Is it that you find it hard to think a guy like myself has a sweet tooth?
Allie: …In a way I did. How come...no, you have a brother, but how come he isn't here?
Luke: (*Wendy drops the slice on the table; he thanks her and grins*.) Well...(*munch*) he said he was scoping out the area... Personally, I think he's looking for a loose woman...
Allie: I'm not surprised there.
Luke: Indeed, but...I'm not one to disagree really (*chuckles*).
Allie: You two are so much different in appearance besides personality; it makes others hard to believe you're related. I also feel that there's a close-knit-ness to it, even though you'd drive each other crazy.
Luke: *Munches on more cheesecake.* Hehe...well...he IS my brother. I've always thought we'd watch out for each other. The trick is balance. *He points the fork up in the air, emphasizing his point*.
Allie: Yin and Yang...
Luke: Exactly! *A big grin lined his face as he finished the second slice*.
Allie: Hehe.
Luke: So...I'm curious...what else do you know about me? *He leaned forward a little, moving the empty plate to the side, folding his arms across the table*.
Allie: Oh! My guess is that if you were normally what you're made out to me, this is the part where I expect to get bitten eventually...
Luke: *Smacks his lips lightly*. The thought is tempting...but I've STILL got this craving for cheesecake.
A confused look riddled his face as one hand patted his stomach.
Allie: I don't know if I'm setting myself up for anything, but at least I won't become a ghoul...
Seeing if he knows what I mean, but if he knew my name, would he also see what's troubling me.
Luke: (*Raising an eyebrow*.) You have an interest that others see and generalize as odd...perhaps sick in some circles...
He stood up and walked behind me, leaning in to whisper.
I wrapped my arms around myself as I sat back, wanting to look away again.
Luke: I accept that... *Breaths deeply*.
Allie: *Nearing warm tears again*. Wha...
Luke: ...I do not think it's odd at all....
Allie: You..accept it? *Confused*.
He patted me on the shoulder and purchased another cheesecake. On returning, he wolfed it down pretty quickly.
Luke: Out of character...yes?
Allie: Why do you accept it?
Luke: I've seen some pretty weird things in my time...especially face-to-face with it...and I accept it because, while peculiar, it's not as strange in comparison. However....wouldn't really understand it happening to me...yes? *Hinting at my own thoughts*.
Allie: Ah! *Gasping, almost wanting to be embarrassed*.
Luke: *He chuckled and grinned...then felt a little bloated, he looked down*. Hmm?
Allie: L-Luke?
Luke: *Poking his own stomach, his finger sank in*. Now I know this isn't real...*Looking up, a little confused.* I only had 3....
Allie: What do you mean?
Luke: *His tummy rumbled loudly.* And I shouldn't be hungry...
No one else was in the diner save me, Luke and the waitress.
Allie: Are you sure it isn't for... (*Trying to say it.*)
Luke: ...Something very strange is going on. *He looked around calmly, turning back*. …say it, Alison....may as well...
Allie: That it isn't for blood, or virgin blood??
Luke: No...It's something else... *He stood up, with a little swaying, not used to a slightly puffy belly and looked around quickly*.
Allie: *Quickly spotting*. Oh my.
Luke: *He patted it lightly, as it jiggled, and lightly chuckled*. Hehe... Ironic.... *He continued to look around*. There's something here...something for me...
Allie: What's ironic? *Getting out of my seat, book in my hand, waiting for a signal*. What do you mean something?
Luke raised a finger, indicating to be quiet as he walked toward the counter again. As he looked, his one hand subconsciously reached for another slice of cheesecake.
I blinked and look on flabbergasted.
Luke: *He munched on it, unaware*. Hmm...what in the.....? *His eyes grew large with shock*.
Allie: You must be really hungry!
Luke: *His other arm grabbed another slice from the counter, hurriedly moving to his mouth*. Munch...I'm....munch chomp...not!....chomp!
I stood there speechless. I don't know what shocked me more, him eating away like that or for him to actually eat.
Luke munched away, the look of terror built on his face...once the counter was empty of cheesecake, he swayed behind into the kitchen area.
Allie: Oh my gosh....
Luke: (*Muffling behind the kitchen door*.) Munch....Alison? Munch chomp...mmm.....munch.
Allie: Luke? *Moving around the corner of the counter*.
He sat on the floor near the stock room, munching on cheesecakes from a large box.
As I was shocked by this, I couldn't help but feel warmer and tense with excitement in a way.
*What was happening to him*?
Luke: Munch...ais this...chomp chew...your doing? Munch.
Allie: *I shake quickly*. N-no!
Luke: Well (*Licks fingers and takes another cheesecake*) this is exactly...munch...what I read...
I thought I felt something, odd as it was for me to do so, like it came from outside the kitchen door. I open the door back out and looked around stepping inside.
Luke continued to eat away at the cheesecakes, unable to do much but just eat.
I knew I did a drawing of him heavier, but to have it actually happen? I tried to look around for anything, but still no one was around, not even the waitress; it looked dead and silent, something that even I'm not used to.
Luke: What’s happening...munch munch...to me?! Gulp! A change was over taking him, his body reacted. He looked fairly chubbier than before, yet everything seemed to grow with his billowing body a little.
Luke: Ali- chomp chomp...you must do something! *Gulp munch gulp*! The box was near empty.
I could hear Luke crying out, but I was kept away. As the box emptied, another seemed to move closer. He quickly started on this fresh box.
Allie: Luke!
I called back, worried, but couldn't get to the door; it was like I was stuck where I stood.
Luke: (*Munching away, his body blimped with fat.*( Mmm....gulp....gotta..s.top...munch... ugh....
Allie: Oohhh...
His back expanded and his jacket and shirt stretched along with him.
Luke: )*Rounding out bit by bit, each bite of cheesecake making him that much bigger*.) Munch chomp chomp!
His once thin legs became thick with impossible fat, and his slacks stretched with them; his face developed a large second chin. Confusion racked his mind, and hunger racked his body. His arms became thicker, making it more difficult to eat the desserts. His white gloves plump with fingers trying to reach the cakes. He could hear the creaks and groans of his body fattening.
Luke: Awww...munch munch...stop it...gulp chomp munch...I can't stop myself...
While I kept trying to move with all my might,he grew bigger and bigger, his stomach like a bottomless pit. It was as though his mind was lost, and his body just focused on one obvious thing only. Even if I was worried of what he would do to me, seeing he's a vampire, he was nice to me at first. Even though I was on the chunky side while he was now more than that.
He continued to munch away, his waistline ever expanding past 3 feet, he rolled on his bubbling butt, and the hunger didn't cease.
Luke: *He groaned to be released. Gaining some concentration, Luke focused on Alison's cries for movement, battling, until she could move closer*. Grrrr munch chew!
Allie: Luke! *Crying out again, still stuck, until my feet were suddenly released.* Aaaahh! Shrieking out as I crashed to the floor, moaning out from the pain.
Luke: Alison? *Gulp chew munch*. Are you alright?
Allie: W… *Pulling myself up by my shoulders*.
My legs felt like they would form bruises and no doubt my arms, lifting myself further up.
He began to slow his eating down, breathing heavily like he'd run a mile.
By the time I grabbed my hand on a panel and pulled myself up, I limped for the kitchen door.
Luke: *His feeding frenzy came to a halt as he laid on his back, bloated and round with fat*. Ugh... (*burp*) oh my....
I heard that noise and it took me by surprise, guess it was ungentlemanly of him, the thought chuckling.
Allie: Luke?
Luke: *He blushed a little, a little dazed*. Yes?
*He rolled a little, trying to get up*.
I was now in the kitchen and saw him, my eyes blinked so fast, they were almost about to close. Just sitting right on the floor after his "feast" and quite immobile.
Allie: Luke! Oh..my...
Luke: Ugh! (*Grunts a little*.) ERm...a little help, dear?
I approached him to help. How to help I wasn't exactly sure, but my feet caught on a spill of frosting and cream and I slipped forward, landing on top of his front.
Luke: Ooof! Careful...hic!
I landed on him with a soft thud, bouncing on his sudden support gut. My arms misshapened and sprawled over him, like I was about to give him a hug. The smell of strawberries and cream present.
Luke: (*Clears his throat*.) Erm....enjoying yourself? (*He raised an eyebrow*.)
Allie: Uhh... )*Looking up at him while he looked sort of down at me*.) I'm very sorry...I must've slipped... (*It was then I saw in his face, besides crumbs, his eyes under his glasses looked wet as well as his cheeks*.) Were you crying...?
Luke: (*Fuller cheeks*.) Me?
His arms too thick to wipe.
Allie: Ohh...
I moan in reply, pulling myself closer to him, but able to since he couldn't himself, and tried to hug him the best I could. My own cheek against him, he felt warm and soft inside.
Luke grinned a little, tears now welling up. He couldn't understand the tears. He felt so huge, but her hug felt so comforting.
Allie: I...don't know what to say... A drop fell on my hair.
Luke: I know. (*Reading my mind*.)
Allie: You don't think that I...did this...
Luke: *Hic!* Well...I can tell you didn't...
Allie: I'll admit...you feel so comfortable...
Luke: Hehe.
Comfortable enough to sleep on. He was unable to rub my hair, so he laid there, fullness also making him sleepy.
He drifted off to sleep, feeling the warmth and comfort of his new friend on him. He eventually shrank in his sleep, as his body digested the food he consumed.
Chapter 2: Of Cheesecakes and Monsters
Summary:
Luke brings Allie back, as the brothers confront their target.
Chapter Text
As Luke awoke, the sunlight beamed through a nearby window. He had returned to his previous size, thinking he would never touch another piece of solid food for a long time. Looking down he saw a girl laying on him, cuddling, fast asleep. He ran his hand softly along her hair, smiling a little; his other long arm was wrapped around her back, where she ended up getting closer to him after he "shrunk" during the time. Trying not to wake her, he slid his hand into his pocket...one missed call and a voicemail from Jan. With a flick of his wrist he quickly checked the mail, petting with his free hand.
Jan: "Hey bro..this is Jan..." (*He sounded drowsy*.) "Where the fuck are you? I spent half the damn night going through this shit hole of a place, not even one bitch to go around...anyway, call me back or get your ass back at the motel...unless you found a fuckin' tail to score with." *Beep!*
Luke: Hmph....more than a tail..
He mumbled as he closed his cell phone. Surely last night was his imagination. He pondered at the thought, even the odd presence he sensed.
Luke: (*Whispers into my ear*.) Hey...it's morning dear..
I rolled a bit in my sleep, his fingers running along my neck and spine; sounding irritated at first, then I felt something that made me jump for a bit.
Luke: My brother's worried...
He continued to run his fingers along me, softly waking me up.
Allie: Where...did we stay here? *I sounded like I had sex with him8.
Luke: (*Chuckling a little, slightly drowsy*.) Yes....did last night actually.....happen?
Laying there in a sort of semi-cuddle.
I slowly got up, spotting empty boxes and cake covered floors.
Allie: I think it did.
Luke: (*He slowly stood up, looking around at the debris of his binge*.) I...think we should leave....
I nodded, as I tried to get up, there was a pain around my calf and in my ankle, quickly dropping me in my stance.
Allie: OW!
He quickly grabbed me as I dropped, almost showing off his reflexes and super-human abilities.
Luke: Are you alright?
Allie: (*Moaning in pain*.) Ow...I-think it's my ankle... (*groaning*) Ow!
Luke: *He looks, checking for any injury.* Hmm...a sprain... *He softly scooped me up.*
Allie: From slipping... (*adding in*) Oh! *I think my face just flushed then*.
Luke: Would probably be best not to put pressure on it... *He winked with a slight grin.*
Allie: Heh...yeah.
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Luke carried me out of the diner; leaving a trail of crumbs, we head outside to the car. Placing me in the passenger seat, he hurriedly gets in and starts it up, driving back to the motel. My book was gone from my hand, but maybe I can get it back later, when I all of a sudden I had to ask.
Allie: What are you doing here?
Luke: (*Focused on driving*.) I don't think you should know...but since you were involved....
Allie: Involved?
Luke: IF that incident last night is anything to go by....
I was still sleepy and wanted to rest a bit in the seat.
Luke: Who myself and Jan are after was involved...
Allie: I don't understand...Luke...
Luke: (*Sighs lightly*.) We've been hunting something...something that preys on people’s deepest desires...changes things...and you were obviously chosen for your desires....
Allie: Some kind of monster?
Luke: ...More than a monster...
Allie: Why are you after it?
We arrived shortly at the motel, where Jan was waiting.
Luke: (*Looking to me*.) You really don't want to know what happens to those who are chosen.
He opened the car door and leaves, walking around to the passenger side to help me out.
We enter the lobby, as Jan stood there somewhat impatient.
Jan was darker skinned, with a beanie cap on his black hair and what looked like an eye design. He wore a dark track suit and slouched where he sat when he looked up and saw us.
Jan: Where the fuck have you been? **Slouching and getting up*.)
Luke: Jan...I can explain...that thing...it's chosen someone...
*Luke looked in my direction*.
Jan: Come on Luke, Bro, you can't be telling me that when it's obvious you were with the fatty there. *Indicating me and feeling taken aback and insulted, shirking away.*
His stare became intense - almost that of a boyfriend ready to fight back for a girlfriend; protective.
Luke: Jan...
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All of us are led into the room they're staying in.
Luke: ...If you knew what happened last night...
Jan: I know what happened last night... *Pointing in the air at Luke.* You shacked up, didn’t you? *A strange, manic grin surpassed his face*.
The door closed behind us.
Luke: (*Sighs, with a light chuckle*.) ...It got me Jan...
I was still near Luke, who then indicated me to sit at the bed.
Luke: ...If we don’t do something, it will come after her next. You've seen it...
Jan: Wait what? You don't mean...
*Luke nodded slowly*.
Jan: Oh shit...
Luke: ...Hmm....
Jan: It GOT you! What the fuck happen? Did it turn you into a bigger tightwad than fuckin' usual?
Luke: (*Mumbled*.) ...You could say that...
I have heard swearing from people before, but I certainly know Jan would do it a lot, yet I still felt hurt by being called a "fatty", the thought still lingering and making me feel bad.
Jan: I knew it! *He pointed again in gesture*.
Luke: (*Picking up on this thought*.) Stop it...Jan, are you going to help me, or not?
Jan: Fine, yeah, okay...I know...we'll we better get our shit together and move out.
Luke: (*Nodding in agreement and preps up. He turned to me*.) You're going to have to come with us...need anything from your home?
Allie: Well...how long will you, or we, be gone?
Luke: As long as it takes...
*An air of mystery in his voice to that. Truth be known, he wasn't certain*.
Allie: (*Nodding*.) Okay...I would need a few necessities...my ankle still hurts though. *Rubbing at it*.
Luke: (*Nodding, he turned to Jan*.) Jan...you finish up here. I've got a little errand to do.
*He grinned at me warmly*.
Jan only waved his arm while he turned away.
Allie: (*Asking for certain*.) What about money or expense wise, Luke?
Luke: You'll need a card, and some loose change. Helping me up, he walked me slowly to the car, closing the doors behind.
Allie: Meaning a debit card or something, okay; not unless this "thing" can trace through electronics.
He chuckled as he sat me in the passenger seat.
Allie: I just hope I can gather enough.
Luke got into the driver's seat, starting up the car.
I checked in my purse and did see some cash I had stored in my wallet case.
We drove to my place in silence, he seemed to gather his own thoughts and planned. Getting out of the car, he opened my side door and helped me limp to my place; hobbling along, he checked around the hallway.
Allie: I'll be in my room.
I grabbed a duffel bag out of my suitcases in the closet, grabbing extra clothes and underwear and socks, trying to keep my heart from racing or getting an anxiety attack. Medication bottles would be needed.
Luke: (*Nodding with approval, the sense of something else around slowly emerges*.) Hmmm....
I grabbed a note and drawing pad, my card out of a safe place, then a soft plush doll I got as a gift, next came toiletries from my bathroom.
Luke: (*Shouting up*.) Alison....
*Now putting in nightgowns I could fit in and other things in the side pockets when I heard Luke*.
Luke: We have to go....it's here....
Allie: It is?
Luke: Yes...
Making sure things were in place and able to get the things I needed, I strung the bag over my shoulder, knowing it was good I got a large one, as we walked back to the door. With a loud bang it slammed shut. Luke gasped and looked around. I blink and gasp out; the bag strap close to my hand.
Luke: Wait here...
He gestured and walked on, exploring the house.
I looked back and forth for anything.
Luke: (*Distant*.) I know it's here...
Allie: (*Silently*.) I'm scared. *Swallowing*.
Luke: (*Returning, a little worried*.) I can sense it...
Walking through the doorway, it seemed a little smaller.
Allie: You can sense it? Cause...I thought there was something back at the diner...
Luke: ...It must have followed us...hey, wait.... (*he looked down*) you seem....shorter...
I looked up...and then up.
Allie: Uhm...were you always that tall?
Luke: ...And shorter...
He raised an eyebrow as the ceiling neared his head.
Allie: Shorter??
Luke: (*His head reached the ceiling*.) Huh? A slight nudge hit his head.
Allie: You're growing!?
Luke: (*His face screwed up with the bump*.) Hmm.... at least it isn't a few extra pounds... Still thinking about his figure it seemed.
Allie: I don't believe it...
Not sounding as scared, but feeling a hidden excitement and flush of warmth.
Luke: (*He begins to slouch*.) Erm...this is not at all good...
The ceiling started to show small cracks.
Luke: He knelt down but that didn't do much good. I need to get out of here... or this will be a re-enactment of Alice in Wonderland.
I grinned on the inside.
Amazing that he could show humor in the face of a perplexing and logic-shattering incident. It now prompted me to move back a ways down the hallway for fear of getting squished. Luke, in turn, tried to lie down to get in as much room as possible, his upper body shooting into the roomier parts of the place, including the kitchen.
Luke: (*Horror now came across his face*.) This isn't working.... *As he slid up the stairs*.
While I backed away further, still in awe watching Luke grow; now instead it was Luke Valentine in Wonderland and inside my own place. I could even hear the sensations of his body enlarge like I was watching a version of the film to see the growth in response. His limbs closed in on the nearby windows and doors. Grunting as the space he was in became smaller, it was troublesome to measure how tall he was becoming. With a few smashes his limbs broke through the doors and windows.
Luke: Agh! Alison...!!!
Allie: Ah! (*His voice pitch etched a few notches up and became slightly deeper than usual*.) Ack... I don't know what to do... I don’t want to see you in pain... Can you figure how tall you are?
Luke: Have a guess...ugh...
His limbs flailed outside, glass still fell.
Allie: Hmm…stumped on that one...could it possibly be past 30 feet?
*Confused and pondering even to myself*.
Luke: Hmph...where are you!?
Allie: **Pushing away a chair and moving back an upturned table*.) I'm about near your head or a part of your hair.
The bulk of his long hair laid under his head and a bit of his hair bow showed. His size kept doubling past my assumed guess, filling up more of the space before then with walls and ceilings breaking away.
Luke: Ughh....
He really was enormous; now feeling very giddy.
The walls tore away faster and crumbled apart, lines along the walls making room for his limbs and the side of his torso. Moving around a little, the walls fell more.
Allie: There's more light out there! Maybe you can break away!
The ceiling kept caving in and crashing in debris, some light peeked at the top. Luke hoped she hid somewhere safe on him.
I was away from most of the large falling bits, his arm swung at the outside, trying to make some room. He struggled at the debris as the building soon fell to the ground.
He wanted to make a break for it, letting his head move away and then tearing apart the ceiling like a piece of tissue.
Luke: (*He shook his head, with brick and mortar flying everywhere*.) Ugh...I got to stop growing!! *His voice boomed*.
The ceiling and roof were gone, everything smoky, as he used his free arms to brush out the dirt and soot of any kind, and still he kept inching and footing.
Luke: I can't fight it...
Inch by inch he grew and grew.
I hid inside his bushels of large hair when everything came down fast.
A thought came into his head, picturing an imagery of how to compare sizes, one observation led him to see he was past 55 feet in height, but as fast as the feet came, it was nearing 60 and over. He scrunched his eyes up, wishing for it to end, but it didn't end yet; he kept growing into a slightly bigger giant version of himself, already passing 70 feet. He growled a little, as though his anger grew with his size, or perhaps a bit of his anger was making him grow.
Luke: Grrrrrrr!
His height began to slow a bit, trying to remain calm, he breathed deeply. By then he was 90 feet high, his height slowed much quicker. He focused, calming his anger, his height peaked only to 92 feet.
Luke: Ughh...what happened to me? He lifted his hands to his face, looking around his body at this size.
Not hearing anything else going on, outside some distant usual noises, I looked away from his hair and saw everything destroyed, crumpled.
Allie: Luke! (*Trying to call up*.)
Luke: (*He frowned, locating me*.) Alison?
Allie: I didn't think you can hear me. *If to him, my voice was more than a squeak*. I'm right here! *Waving down meekly*.
He grinned.
Allie: Are...you okay?
Luke: Not really.... (*Listening in for my voice*.)
Approaching close, to where his knee was, I raised my arms up, like a child wanting to be picked up; my bag still hung on me.
Luke: ..I wrecked your house...
Allie: (*Retching back*.) I know...
He looked down and placed his palm out for me. As I moved, I felt shaky from all the loud noises and crashes, and the prospect of now being homeless. I climbed it, actually climbing up a large hand held palm. With a finger he rubbed my head softly as lightly as possible.
Allie: Is the thing still here?
Luke: (*Tries to sense*.) I sense nothing here now...
Allie: But, why not now? And it's broad daylight! What if someone sees you? Now we have to get out.
Luke: (*Nods*) Agreed...at this size though...
Allie: But would you still be fast enough?
Luke: I wouldn't risk it...may cause more damage...
Allie: I guess so...Jan...there's still him.
Luke nodded, then guided me onto his shoulder and slowly stood up while taking huge steps.
Allie: Whoa! (*Grabbing with my fists full of hair*.) If you do shrink back down to size, how are we going to get around?
He frowned at that.
Allie: What if you picked up and carried the car just in case?
Luke: Good idea. (*He turned and took a step, with a loud crush*.) ...Ah....
Allie: Oh no!
Luke: (*A little whisper is heard*.) ...Not my car...not my car.... (*lifting his foot up to inspect*) nnnnnnn-not my CAR! With that shout, he violently grew another 5 feet.
Allie: Ah! *Gasping out loud*.
Luke: (*Sighs*.) Stay calm, Luke...you can buy a new car. Sure it may not be a Mustang...but it will do.
Allie: Heh.
Luke: Ahhh. *He grinned*.
Allie: Looks like you're still in charge of getting us around. We better.. head back.
Nodding, he took massive steps toward the motel, the ground rocked and rumbled underneath his gigantic feet.
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A thought then came to me: if there wasn't an odd presence around when Luke grew like that again...could it be...this thing...ability, his own now? It sounded familiar from the book I was reading back at the diner. I had to get the book back.
Luke: (*Blinking*.) You think I can stop this...don't you?
Allie: Huh?
Luke: The book...
Allie: You read my thoughts again?
He instinctively walked back to the diner.
Allie: I...don't exactly...
At the diner, there was someone familiar down below.
Luke: ...Any idea is a good idea...
Reaching the destination and kneeling down for me to fetch the book.
Allie: Too bad you couldn't reach in with your fingers to grab it.
Luke: Hehe, these are pretty big fingers, dear. Waggling them.
Just as I went in, someone else was coming out.
Allie: Oh! Jan?
Luke stared downward in defeat.
Luke: ...Don't say a word, Jan...
Jan in turn looked up and up, his mouth exaggeratedly dropped down, any more cartoon-like and it would hit the ground.
Luke: *Sighs*.
Jan: Man…this is a mind fuck…
Luke: *Rubbing the back of his head*. You're telling me....
Jan: Bro (*Jabbering*) how did...wha...fuck!
Luke: No time for that, Jan. Alison has an idea.
Me: I need to get my book in there.
Jan: This is no fuckin' time to damn read!
Luke: Jan....give her a chance...
He nudged Jan with his huge finger, knocking him to the ground.
Allie: Oh...hehe.
Jan: Luke! What the fuck man?!
I went back inside and found the book on the floor at the table Luke and I sat yesterday, picked it up and came back out.
Allie: (*To Jan*.) What were you doing here?
Still kneeling, something caught Luke's eye. He turned to his right to see, squinting.
Jan: Hell would I know, 'cept it had to do with...
Luke: Jan...you see this? *He continued looking at his right*.
Jan: See what?
Luke stood up, still looking distantly.
With a gasp and the widening of his eyes, he sees it. An odd looking demon floating on a bed of red smoke.
Jan: Bro, we already know you're damn tall, why do you...
Jan then looked.
Demon: I have come...for her!
Pointing at me, it hissed and squinted. I felt my heart jump, stepping back.
Luke: If you want her (*Stepping in front of me*) you will have to go through me...
He seemed to shrink a tad; a few feet every 10 seconds. Clenching his fists and adopting a protective stance.
Allie: (*Looking back up*.( Luke?
Luke: (*Still focused on the demon*.) Stay behind me, Alison....things could get a little rough...
Allie: Uh, Jan, here. (*Giving him the book*.) I left a bookmark at the page I was last reading at.
Still shrinking, nearing his former 50 feet.
Annoyed, Jan took the book and found the marked page, reading it through.
Jan: Hot damn! Bro, this is the fucker we're looking for!
Luke lost focus and looked behind.
Jan: And if he got you...I guess you can do this thing now.
Waving his hand to emphasis badly Luke's growth.
Allie: Then also when he...
I stopped, knowing Luke would read my mind again and not let me say it.
Luke: Hmph. (*A small grin*.) ...Maybe I could use this to my advantage. Looking back and aiming a deadly stare at the demon. He had shrunk to 20 feet and continued.
Demon: Advantage? PAH! Advantage or not, I'm still leaving with the girl...
The demon casted his arms out, black strands aimed straight for me.
Luke: (*Steps in front, a few strands wrapped around his arms and legs*.) Ghhh!!
Demon: GrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrAHHHH!!
With all his might, Luke flung his arms, the black strands torn to shreds.
Luke: Hmph! My turn... (*He ran towards the demon, his super-human speed returning, confusing his opponent. He shrank to his original height as his swung for his foe, who quickly disappeared in a puff of red smoke*.) Agh! Huh?
Luke: (*Looking around, Luke struggled to find the red-faced opponent*.( Show yourself!
Allie: Oh my god, that was so brave...
Luke: (*Panting*.) He's still here....
Turning around Luke saw its form leak from the diner wall behind me.
Luke: Alison!!! (*His arm reached out*.)
Allie: Lu...Aaaaah! (*Screaming, dropping my bag*.)
Jan: Motherfucker...where's my damn gun when I need it?
He ran towards the diner as I was pulled through the wall.
Luke: Jan!
His speed didn't serve him well this time, panting, he turned to his younger brother. Jan leafed through the book, very familiar with it somehow and distracted.
Luke: Why didn't you *pant* grab her legs? ...Or something?
Jan: What? (*Distracted by the book*.)
Luke: (*Rushing over and catching his breath*.) Never mind ¬.¬.
Jan: Well, I would've, but no offense, that fucker still does other crazy shit.
Luke: OH...too afraid to get into the line of fire?
Jan: ME?? You out of your fuckin' mind, Bro?? I live for battle! *Pointing his chest*.
Luke: HA! Yet you're too afraid to possibly gain or grow in a way that's odd? This IS a battle!
Jan: I'm not talking about that shit, man! Says so in this book.
Folding his arms, Luke walked around to peek over his shoulder, scanning the page with interest.
Jan: Besides, if your girlfriend's in there, why you bitchin' at me?
Luke: She's not...oh forget it...
Jan: Says in here a victim has to be pure (yeah right) and needed to (*reads*) e-li-cit a higher amount of both pleasure and pain to gain its powers; its strength relies of its enemy of vampiric essence. To defeat it...that vampiric essence also has to be pure-what the fuck?
Luke: It means if a vampire is willing to change his ways, his meaning...he can face it. *Looking down, thinking of me and quickly turned to his brother*. I have to go in!
Luke turned towards the wall I was pulled through and slowly raised his hand, edging closer and closer. Closing his eyes, he placed his hand...and went through the wall, letting out a gasp of relief.
Luke: (*Looking to Jan.*) Don't wait up... He walked through the wall, an eerie red glow radiating.
Jan: "Don't wait up"?
He still stood there, not moving.
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Demon: (*Sniggers*.) Yessss...it's nearly time...
The demon hovered on the thick red fog, towering over me. I found myself lying on the floor, my arms up the wall and wrists tied.
Demon: You're definitely the one...I can feel it. *Getting close, a raspy breath.* Ahh...but you're nowhere near ready.
Allie: What do you mean I'm the one?
With a click of his fingers the fog gathered, slowly fading to cheesecakes much like the ones Luke was chowing on the night before.
Demon: You have something..very special...up here (*pointing to my temple*) an idea...a desire...and that desire can fuel the fires…but to extract this fuel...you must experience it firsthand... He rasped as he picked up a slice, placing it near my mouth.
I purse my lips down.
Demon: Not hungry? I will soon change that hehehe!
Pointing to my stomach, a light rumble was heard, gradually getting louder.
Allie: *Gasping*. Uh...
Demon: ...Don't fight it...it is inevitable...
It was as though some other force was urging me to eat the slice, my lips pried open slowly. The slice came closer, its smell making my mouth water. My mouth closed over the possessed cheesecake.
Demon: That's a good girl...
An evil, grim smile plastered the demons face as another slice came my way.
It forced my mouth wider, the cheesecake stuffed in. Tentacles grabbed more slices, stuffing me up, cheeks filled to the brim.
Allie: Rmph!
Demon: Delicious? Have another! Stuffs more and more, its effects already noticeable.
The cake was so creamy and cheesy as it went down my throat.
Walking through a set of dark corridors. Gothic and Ancient artwork and statues littered the place. In the distance, Luke could hear the sound of desserts being munched on.
Luke: Alison? )*He stepped slowly and quietly to the nearby door. Peeking in he saw it all. Mountains of cheesecakes, the demon, and a billowing Alison. He gasped, then whispered*.) It's started...
Demon: )*The demon still stuffed me, quickly ballooning*.) Hahaha (*poking fun*) Careful...too much and you'll pop!! MWAHAHA!
Luke: *Stepping in*. That's not going to happen!!
Adopting his usual defensive stance.
Me: (*Muffling*.) Luke!
Demon: (*Turning*.) Huh?! (*The feeding stops*.) You again? How? You're a vampire... *Dumbfounded as to how Luke entered the gate*.
Luke: Alison! (*Looking back at the demon*.) You...I'll finish you OFF!! (*Anger burned within*.)
Demon: Is that so?
He flicked his hand, causing my arms to start systematically stuffing my mouth. I moaned and cried out.
Demon: (*Walking to the center of the room*.) Well...it seems to me you have a time limit on this battle...think you can finish me off before she POPS!
Luke: (*His fists clenched up*.) Grrrrr!
Demon: Hmmm...let's make this interesting.
Closing his eyes, the demon began to grow quickly, growling and laughing loudly. He reached 50ft and opened his eye.
Demon: Think you've got a chance now, freak?!
Luke: (*Looking up and grinning*.) More than enough......GRRRRRRRRH!
He clenched and growled, his eyes burning and glowing brightly as he too begins to grow tall.
10ft.....15ft.... 25ft.... he grew and grew, a controlled rage filling him.
Luke: (*He closed in on 50ft*.) Hmph!
All the while I expanded and ballooned on my own, fattening pounds beyond my normal weight.
Demon: (*The demon chuckled*.) Ah...you're much more than a vampire...this will be interesting AGHH!
He ran towards Luke, pouncing and pinning him to the ground. They crash to the ground, punching and pounding. Most thumps hitting the ground, breaking and cracking the floor.
Luke: (*Begins to get the advantage*.) Release her! Now! Grrr!
Demon: Grr...she's MINE!!
Luke: Wrong...*she’s* MINE!!
He thumped the demon's head against the floor. I looked on while I was forced to eat, my clothes tight around me.
The scramble continued, walls revealing other walls as they hurled each other into them, like a re-enactment of Kong vs. Godzilla.
Luke: GrrraGH!!
A faint warbling could be heard from the far wall. Jan entered, the red glow fading revealing a confused look on his face.
Demon: *The demon pins*. For a filthy vampire...you've got some skill...
Jan: Like I said! I'm not afraid of a little burn! Besides, you can't have all the fun, Bro! *To the demon*. And who are you calling filthy!?
Luke: Grrr...help Alison! (*Punches the demon around the face full pelt*.)
Jan: (*Salutes*.) You got it.
Luke: (*Pinning and pounding away*.) I'll take care of this...help Alison! The book!! (*Whack!*) UGH!
Jan strode along, avoiding the behemoth's struggles, now at my side when he noticed how much fatter I was.
Jan: (*Muttering*.) Geez... Bro must have a thing for fat chicks...
The brawl continued, breaking through into another room.
Jan: Alright, alright, let's see...this book is actually a "book" book, some kind of story...
In the distance, the brawl continued, arguing to release the demon's captive raging on.
Jan: Looks like some sort of gibberish that causes someone to be reverted.
He read said gibberish, the sensation overtook me in another way.
The brawlers dive through another wall, this time closer and a tad smaller. Luke reverted away then “whack!” Luke and the demon fought, as the elder brother was getting the better of him, causing the demon to shrink faster and faster, leaving Luke standing tall.
Luke: How's Alison doing?!
Pinning the demon down, but it was getting a little harder to do as the demon shrank, the being able to sneak out of the pin.
Jan kept turning the pages, and then found something. More words spewed from his mouth, and not just the swearing, that in turn shrank away my own soft girth.
Luke: Ha! It's working!
Demon: No!
The demon reached his original size, but Luke had managed to pin him with his hand.
Smaller and thinner, the cheesecakes shooed away.
Luke: Jan, how do we finish him off!
Jan: Okay Bro! Here's something that'll kick the shit out of old ugly face!
Luke: Hurry! He's squirming?
Jan: Veni...Vinni...Vforni...demonius!
A sizzling could be heard underneath Luke's hand. Lifting it up, red smoke blew from underneath, with a small burn mark.
Jan: Well, well...looks like you did it big Bro!
He tossed the book aside, which unfortunately hit another red scorching mark on the floor and melted away into muddy ashes.
Luke: (*A cocky smile ran along his face*.) Hmph. Now then...what about my size?
Allie: (*Now shrunken away, but still tied up*.) I think, all those times you did it, it was only you that controlled it. Only you that either grew or shrunk away.
Looking to me, he frowned, then attempts to focus, believing to be real. He shrank slowly to his original height and opened his eyes, with a deep breath.
Jan: (*Mutters*.) Jebus Christ!
Luke: (*Chuckles*.) Impressive...
Luke brought himself up and came to my side.
Allie: Oh my god, you were so brave!
Luke: It was no sweat. Well, hopefully that's the last of him...
He looked at the burn mark. He then untied my wall cuffs, as I literally fell into his arms for an embrace. He could only hug back, a grin emerging on his face. This was a good embrace. We would've held on longer, until Jan cleared his throat.
Luke: Erm... The exit's this way, right?
He brought my arm over his neck and helped me up.
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As they escaped, a faint hissing could be heard, as the red smoke filled the room again from the scorch mark on the floor....
Chapter 3: Berry Troubling
Summary:
A round of shrinking and gum are found back at the motel.
Chapter Text
*Several hours after battling the red demon, Luke, Alison and Jan walked (Alison rather limped) away to rest up. Arriving at the local mall bustling with people and preppy teens eyeing up new outfits in the store windows, they headed to the nearest bar to relax. This wasn't a seedy bar at all...very cultured and pleasant, much to the taste of Luke, he grinned*
*My ankle was staring to heal up a bit after not walking around, for obvious reason, with all 3, no 2 of us at a booth in the backs*
Me: Wait, wasn't Jan with us?
Luke: He's buying the drinks....or he should be. *Luke looks around for him, not able to spot his brother.*
Me: Okay...just nothing alcoholic for me.
Luke: Knowing Jan, he's probably got us the same drinks...
Me: Oh well...*looking away. So much for my meds I thought.*
*He places his hand on mine, grinning back and staring into my eyes.*
Me: Huh? Are you looking into my mind again?
Luke: *chuckling* Not this time.... *His grin grew a little.*
Me: Oh-okay. There was a time when I thought people reading my mind would be easier than me saying anything when I'm in a bad mood or want them to see what my thoughts are like. Now I actually know someone that does it.
Luke: Hmph.... off putting?
Me: *Nodding* N-no...at least you understand my "things". That's always good.
*Jan returns with 3 beers, a little excited. Luke raises an eyebrow, thinking that it MUST be about a woman.*
Me: But now what, Luke? *I think Luke knew already why Jan was giddy all of a sudden.*
Luke: *To Jan* A hot woman...am I right?
Jan: Huh...oh yeah, hell yeah! Bro, you did it again!
*Luke looks away, a cocky grin on his face.*
Me: Well, we all got of this alive...now what do we do?
Luke: Hmmm... I suggest we make a plan of action back at the motel. It's getting there that's the dilemma.
Jan: what happened to the car, Bro?
Me: Um...
Luke: *sighs* I.... stepped on it....
Jan: *taking a while to process*...FUCK!!! Now how the hell are we gonna get around?!
Luke: I...I don't know, ok?!
*A small voice from behind* I have a car....
Me: Oh, hi.
*Luke looks behind Jan. A small redhead standing there, waving and smiling. We wait for Jan to introduce her, Luke not wanting to spoil it for him.*
Jan: Oh yeah...this broad here *thumbing her* is Ginger.
Ginger: Broad? *folds her arms and raises an eyebrow.*
Jan: Think of it as a term of endearment thing.
Ginger: Watch yourself, buddy.... you're not too big for a bruising. *Raises her fist and grins.*
Jan: *grinning* And already I like you *pushing her fist down and still smiling*.
Luke: You said you had a car.... *breaking up the moment*.
Ginger: *nods* Yeah! Fancy a ride? *Thumbing to the exit door, much like Jan.*
Me: Sure, thank you.
*Jan put his arm around her bare shoulders.*
Luke: *nods* Thank you. *We stand and leave, Luke with his arm around me.*
*I think she was wearing too much perfume, as I gave a bit of a muffled cough.*
Luke: *Looks to her.* Are you alright? *Catches a whiff of it.*
Luke: Ahh... that explains it.
Me: Strong *cuff* smell.
*Leaving and getting in Ginger's car; a small pink scrapheap, but at least it got her from A to B.*
Ginger: Hop in everybody!
*The perfume seemed stronger in there, from the confined space.*
*I was coughing under my throat, like a strong smell of cigarettes. I ended up on Luke's lap for some reason.*
*Luke breathed calmly. He didn't understand what all the fuss was about. The car felt a little roomy.*
Luke: My, look who's grown? *He grins at you.*
Me: Grown? *realizing I was on his lap* Oh, excuse me.
Luke: Not a problem. *His grin warms up, liking you on his lap.*
Me: Hope I'm not too heavy.
Luke: Not at all. *He cradled your as you sat, soon arriving at the motel.*
Ginger: We're heeeeeeeeere!! *Very shrill and loud.*
*My head knocked from the sudden sound, but I tried to be polite.*
*I opened the car door and shuffled out. Luke followed, slamming the car door behind him as all 4 of them walked to the motel room. He looked shorter, but he didn't notice what so ever.*
Me: I just noticed Jan didn't make one comment about this, Luke.
Luke: Yeah.... I think he's growing a little fond of her hehe.
Me: Will it last? *The door to the other connected room shut.*
Luke: *tilting his head* I haven't seen him act like this before.... Maybe it will.
Me: Well...it looks like it's the two of us again.
*Turning to me and nodding, he had a huge sniff of Ginger's perfume.*
Luke: Hmmm.... that's a rare scent... *A quick jolt in a loss of height happened, it wasn't as if Luke noticed, his eyes closed, analyzing the smell.*
Me: That's some strong perfume. A rare scent?
*Nodding, he inhales - another sharp jolt.*
Me: Wait...you can sense someone's chi or their energy correct?
Luke: Yes.... why? Is something wrong? *Looking a little confused.*
Me: What do you sense from it?
Luke: *focusing* I sense nothing.... there's nothing here....
Me: Nothing about the scent?
Luke: No... *sniffs and shrinks, now nearing your height* hmmm...weren't you shorter?
Me: That question sounds familiar…*Easing there, now able to watch him eye to eye.*
Luke: *He looks down.* Am I.....shrinking? *He looks back, some terror on his face, with a hint of confusion.*
Me: *Measuring my hand to him* I know you were really tall before.
Luke: *sniffs and shrinks* Agh!
Me: *Staring wide eyed* Oh my!
*The handsome vampire's look became of shock and awe.*
Luke: *Looking up* What's causing this? *sniff, shrink - now at chest height.*
Me: Oh! *Looking a bit down.*
Luke: Ugh.... I feel like a child. *Puts his hands in his pockets, sulking.*
Me: Don't think that way...it wasn't like you were a monster when you were bigger
Luke: *looking up and grinning*
Me: There we go.
*He breathed in a bit and began to shrink away faster, like it was happening instantly.*
Luke: Uh...ah... what's going on!? *he stood defensively, looking over his body.*
Me: *My eyes wider.* You're...shrinking! It's like Alice in Wonderland again.
*His breathing became a little panicked. He was still shrinking down, now up to my knees. He could only look on as he shrank smaller and smaller. Passing down my calves, he finally stopped at 5 inches tall, a few more inches away from my feet.*
Luke: *The shrinking slowly halted, he ran over to you and hugged your shin.* What happened to me?
*He could only grab my ankle, but didn't get his arms entirely around. He let go for a bit, trying to be brave as he stepped back a ways on the carpet, looking nervously at his larger surroundings.*
Luke: *Looking around, his voice a little lighter and squeakier to match his size.* Err.... This is..... odd....
*I couldn't help but think back to that 80's version of Alice in Wonderland I love, the music in the background for her predication when he fanned herself down and shrunk and looked around.*
Me: *Lowering to my knees slowly.* Would you say this was "curiouser and curiouser"?
*Putting my arms on the ground so I could lie on my stomach, but not too much to frighten him.*
Luke: *Folding his arms.* Just because I'm suffering the same situation as Alice, doesn't mean you can get me to agree with quotations. *He stifles a chuckle.*
Me: *I wanted to smile, but wasn't sure* I'm sorry...
*He grins and scurries over, hugging your arm.*
Me: Wow, you're very eager to be near me a lot.
*Tipping down his head softly for a pat on his blonde hair, and my finger stroked down the long locks.*
*He hugged more, eyes closed - it felt comforting, but he couldn't remain this height too long.*
Me: I know it seems daunting to be so tiny, but if you think, there's a bright side to it. Think of how easy it is to sneak under passages and places when investigating.
Luke: Hmmm *He ponders* true...
Me: And I did want to ask you earlier about how I can help you guys out, instead of always being the defenseless victim. I don't have anywhere else to go and no chance for money now without work.
Luke: I know.... after that personal demolition, you must tag along with us. Jan and I could train you up....teach you things to use as self-defense...*He climbs my arms and sits.*
Me: *With himself sitting on my arms, I slowly climb back up, keeping him from falling.* That would be great...but sometimes I feel intimidated by Jan. *Walking to the bed.*
Luke: You'll get used to it... and with Ginger, something tells me he's found someone to keep him in line. *Giggles, the squeaky voice making it like a chipmunk.*
Me: *Lying down on the bed and placing him on my, ahem, chest.* Hehe, oh my gosh... I guess I'm still sensitive about what he called me.
Luke: *Patting your soft skin and grinning.* Ignore him. *he turns around and crawls down your top, his palms kinda tickling.*
*I let out my own high squeaky giggle.*
Me: Just thinking...from the way you shrunk, could you revert back to normal too?
Luke: *peeking from the bottom of my shirt* Huh? It's worth a shot.
*I found him walking along my form, like a large valley to him, very weird but interesting to see.*
Me: Huh?
*Runs his hand along a boob walking through and grinning.*
Me: Ooo Oh my. How did you think big before? Or how you got bigger?
Luke: *Jumping down by my collarbone.* Ooff! I just focused.
Me: Focused? Like just think it?
Luke: *He closes his eyes and focuses, thinking of his original height.*
Me: *His weight started shifting, becoming heavier by ounces, so that means it must be working.*
Luke: *He opens one eye.* Ah! *Heeps focusing, he lays down on the bed, and by bed, he mistook it for me, as he kept growing inch by inch, trying to focus on that and nothing else, not even being on me.*
*Growing and hugging the bed, he neared my height lying next to me.*
*Smiling, his warmth expanding as much as his height. His body stretched and groaned as he became bigger, passing my height, nearing his own, slowly inching and stretching his way in, feeling shorter like before compared to him. His head nudged against the bed's frame when he hit 6'4".*
Luke: *he opened his eyes* phew!
Me: Big brother Valentine again, hun.
*He chuckles.*
Me: I'm surprised how small this bed is for you, was it difficult sleeping in?
Luke: Just a little. *Grinning at the slight pun.*
*I chuckled.*
*Luke cuddles me, grinning, and his feet hanging off the edge of the bed.*
Me: Hehe, aah. *I nudge my head at his chest like a kitten.*
Me: Hehe *He runs his fingers through my hair, resting his chin on the top of my head softly* hmmmm.
Luke: *Sighs.*
*Luke and I started to doze off together, him holding me with my head on his suit chest, and napped for a few hours.*
*My mind swimming with tasty dreams of before.*
*A door opened from the adjacent motel room.*
*Luke stirs a little. Ginger said her goodbyes to Jan and left the room.*
Luke: *whispers* Keep it down. *Signaling to Jan.*
*Jan straightened his cap when he glanced to the other side, seeing the other 2 in bed, then chuckled.*
*Luke grinned and dozed back off.*
*We woke up in the late afternoon; I was the first up by then and spotted something on the small round table. It didn't look like it belonged to anyone or was just a piece of candy someone left, slipping out of bed and not waking Luke. I went to the table and picked the piece up and looked over it.*
*Luke turned over in his sleep.*
*He looked so cute when he was asleep, his long tied hair swished about on the bed, and I teased his hair ribbon at the end, the gum in my hand. Thinking it would be for anyone to take, I was about to unwrap it when I had the urge to go to the bathroom, so I put it down and did my business.*
Luke: *Hearing the bathroom door shut, Luke stirred and awoke. He rubbed the sleep from his eyes he turned over and saw a strip of gum on the cabinet* Hmmm...
*He picked it up, unwrapping it as he stood up. He popped it into his mouth and chewed, thinking it would freshen his breath.*
*Funny how even vampires can have bad breath; and also on account that he was still half asleep when he unwrapped it, now noting the strong taste.*
*It was then that I came out of the bathroom.*
Luke: *Chewing away confused* Soup?
Me: Hmm? Oh, you're chewing the gum I spotted, hun...
*He nods, chewing away.*
Me: Did I hear that right?
Luke: Yes you did.... tomato soup in fact...
Me: Wait, from the gum?
Luke: *nodding* What is this gum? *chew chew chew* Very strange.... 3 course gum.... Hmmm...*chew* it's changing...
Me: 3 course gum? Wow
Luke: I'm getting the flavor of roast beef..... with everything thrown in, like a traditional dinner; potatoes and the like. *chew chew chew*
Me: Wow
Luke: *chuckles and chews* very odd...
Me: It sounds like the gum from the movie.
Luke: Willy Wonka? hehe *chew*
*From inside the other bedroom, Jan was looking through his pockets.*
Jan: Damn, where the fuck is that thing?
*Jan looked at the end table for it*
Jan: I knew that stupid piece of gum is here...
Me: *Watching along.* Very much...maybe they perfected a real 3 course gum.
Luke: Well, that was only fiction...there's *chew* no way will I turn blue...
Me: Not unless the dessert is what I think it is.
Luke: What? *chew chew* Ah...changing again...
Me: Dessert now? *I come closer to him.*
Luke: *nodding* Blueberry pie and ice cream.... very delicious *chew chew chew* I can't get enough of this...hehe
Me: Heh-wow, I can even smell it from here.
Luke: It seems very *chew* strong *chew chew*.
Me: I can imagine.
*Chewing a little quicker.*
Me: I guess you like blueberries then?
Luke: *nodding and chewing* As far back as I can remember.
Me: I have to remember to make you something with blueberries.
*
Chewing and chewing, the flavor increased. His jaw worked away at the gum.*
Luke: I think this *chew* is getting *chew chew* a little bit too much *chew*.
Me: Really? What's wrong with your...
*He chews more and more. I poke the tip of his nose, where there's a shade of blue forming.*
Luke: What was *chew* that for?
Me: Your nose had something blue on it...no, a lot more.
Luke: *the taste was incredibly strong and juicy* What do you mean? *chew chew chew*
Me: Oh my God :D
*It went from his nose, and powdered his cheeks and moved up to his forehead. He kept chewing, like his jaw had a mind of its own.*
Luke: I *chew* must say, I'm getting *chew chew* a little worried now...*Trying to remain calm he catches a glimpse of himself in a mirror - his eyes wide with shock and awe.*
Me: It's just like what I saw...you're turning blue!
Luke: What did you *chew chew* see? *Looking back to you as his neck flushed blue.*
Me: It looks like you're turning blue all over.
*With his white suit on, I couldn't see any other coloring, but I did see his suit starting to strain, looking down as the buttons became tight.*
Me: What's going on now? *Noting his jacket tightening.*
Luke: *He felt really full and fuller still with each gulp of juice* *chew gulp* What's happening? *His sleeves started to strain with some sort of bulk, chewing wildly* I feel..... *Waiting for her to finish the line.*
Me: You're blowing up!
Luke: I feel......... odd *chew chew chew*.
*Everything grew tighter on him, his sides filling up causing his arms to rise.*
Me: You're blowing up like a balloon!!
*Luke stares about his body, his eyes wide with shock. Every part of him was billowing out with juice and he began to find it hard to stand and walk, settling with a slight waddle. I place the fingers of both my hands on my mouth, just watching, staring at this. Bits of juice splashing can be heard, his mouth ajar and his fangs exposed in this shocked manner.*
Luke: *chew chew* Too much juice! *chew chew*
*Everything swelled, bigger and bigger - his arms and legs now slowly being assimilated into his midsection.*
Luke: *Waddling and nearly losing his balance.* Alison *chew chew chew* help...
Me: *This was turning into a real nail biter of a situation; as Luke was about semi-round* Wh-what...then..sp-spit it out...
Luke: *chew* I can't! *chew chew*
Me: *His rounded front dragged him forward, I quickly moved in front to balance him back up* I'm here urh hun!
*Rocking back and forth, chewing away, now trying to keep him from moving like that, from the juice causing any more friction.*
Me: *The chewing slows down as he rounds off.* Uugghhh *chew*..... what....happened....?
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Hoping his body will stay in place, I bring my arms away and stepped back to look over him, true to what happened to Violet, he was completely round, his hands up to a bit of his wrists were visible as well a head with a bright blue face, his white suit fully stretched out to encompass the orbish size; his feet now out of sight but somehow keeping him in balance.*
*Finally he spits the gum out, panting and sighing, the chewed piece caught between the carpet and slowly began to stick.*
Me: It finally stopped. *I said, as the other door started to open.*
*Luke sort of half slouched with the size of him, eyes closed.*
*Jan finally came out of the other room, with a look like he was searching for something when he caught sight of his brother, now a very large and tall blueberry man.*
Luke: *Luke muttered breathlessly* Oh no....
*At first, Jan looked aghast, the way he saw Luke when he was some 97 feet high the first time, then his mouth opened up like a bass' and grew into a large grin. Then he started laughing, chortling enough to gasp a couple of times and kept laughing his traditional maniacal-like laugh.*
Luke: * sighs* haha....yes, laugh it up Jan....if I hadn't of had this gum, you would have...
Jan: That's where it was? *Stopping for a bit* Looks like I left the thing there...
Me: That was yours?
Jan: Wha-no..actually...it came from those science guys back at Millennium...ya know... a sort of food substitute shit and stuff. Looks like Doc screwed up there again...
*Luke sighs*
Me: Dok?
*He felt so bloated and round, it was hard to even think.*
Jan: Main guy back there...also our uncle...but dude, this is so fucked up *now smiling again* imagine Doc's reaction when he saw this happen before...*he chuckles*
Me: Just like in the Chocolate Factory movies, never got it right at first.
Luke: Hence the chuckling.... *he chuckled some more, then thinking* so..... is there a way of juicing me?
Me: Well...we're not anywhere near a factory, let alone a chocolate one...
Jan: *saying like a whispered inside joke* Hey, bro...think we get some oranges midgets here to help you out?
*Luke didn't look very happy with what Jan was saying.*
Jan: Oompa loompa doompa....
Luke: *Getting a little aggressive* SHUT UP!
*Jan jumped a little and immediately stopped.*
Luke: Much better.... so, has anybody got a plan? *He waddles around.*
Me: Dear, be careful... *Getting back to his side and supporting him.*
*He grins, but he felt huge.*
Me: I mean, are you sure you're okay? *my hands pressing* It'll be difficult to get you out of here, let alone finding a way to get the juice out.
Jan: *Arms folded but still finding all this comical.* Ya know bro, it's your fault for this...
Luke: *blushing* I know.... I just thought it was an ordinary piece of gum....
Jan: Bro here is allergic to frickin' blueberries, since we were little kids... :P
Luke: *he blushes more*...But they're delicious Jan....
Jan: delicious, fuckin' smelicious...
*I saw his face turn a little bit more purple then.*
Me: It.. it's okay hunny, we'll figure something out...I guess there wasn't a reversal gum for this or something?
*Luke could only stand there, flapping his hands uncomfortably. His hand flapped against my side like penguin flippers.*
Jan: Not that I know of...any other fuckin' guinea pig this happened to...well, let's just say it either got messy or there was more food supply than usual.
*I scrunched my face over the thought. Luke looked at his brother in confusion at the "messy or more food supply".*
Me: Like he says, you don't want to know, Luke, but don't worry, we have to think of something. *Bending forward to kiss his full cheek.*
*There was a light knock at the door* Jan? I left my purse....
Jan: Oh shit! Ginger! Shit, she did leave her purse!
Ginger: What's going on?
Me: What are we gonna do??
*Luke could only waddle, just hoping nothing else would happen.*
Ginger: Jan? What are you doing? Are you nakey? *A little seductive tone.*
Jan: well, roll his bubble butt into the next room... *jumping at the initiative and moving him forward to the floor and pushing from his side, I then helped him out, moving him along as his rolling kept the juice sloshing. Then, we tried pushing him through the door.*
Jan: Suck it in, bro!
*It took both of our strengths, more with Jan's, to stuff him through the narrow frame amazingly.*
Luke: oooof >.< Careful!! *Trying his best to suck it all in.*
Jan: *It took some time, but he made it through and bopped against the front of bed frame, then Jan pointed to me.* You stay in here. *Before leaving and opening the door, a little bit more perspired.*
Me: This wouldn't have been Jan in your shoes, if I didn't go to the bathroom "that" would've been me.
Luke: *Nods and delves into your mind* Well..... it may not have been a bad thing, would it?
*Sitting on the other side of the bed, close to him.*
Me: If it was me?
Luke: Well, that's the one thing about you...a fondness for this?
*I knew what he was getting at, but something else came to mind.*
M
e: That's true...but I also would've been scared out of my mind, and...oh god, you're brother...and if I was looked at like a real piece of fruit!
*Luke wanted to hug you, but with his form that wouldn't happen for a long time.*
*I bent down at my left to his right rounded side, leaning slightly and my head almost near his.*
Me: Maybe something will turn up...
Luke: *He puffed* I hope so....it's beginning to get annoying at this size...
Me: I can imagine...
*Now with Jan at the door, Ginger saw the sweat on him.*
Ginger: *a little confused* You been working out?
Jan: *Pant* You could...say that..
Ginger: *sniffs*....blueberry?
Jan: Huh??
Ginger: I smell blueberries. *Sniffs more.*
Jan: That?...oh...are you sure it isn't you?
*Sniffs and looks towards the door.*
*During that time, I got off the bed and moved Luke a ways to the other side of room, being careful.*
Ginger: Let me see... definitely not me.....
Me: *To Luke* You're very comfortable though.
*Luke grinned.*
Me: Please forgive me for this... *I did a half-jump, half-climb onto Luke's round body, then moving to the other side to balance ourselves.*
Luke: Ooooffff! >.<
Me: Sorry, hun!
Luke: *coughs a little* It's ok.
Me: Never got to do something with guys like this often. *I slowly pecked his blue lips, trying to get used to the idea.*
*He pecks back.*
Me: Hehe
Jan: Ging, I wouldn't go there...
Ginger: *Opening the door and looking to Jan* ...why not? *looking back and gasping* What the FUCK!!?
Me: AH!! *I jolted out of our small embrace, losing myself and rocking back and forth, then spilling onto the floor with a thud.*
Me: YAH!
Ginger: How...wha-.....Luke?
Luke: *sighs* Oh for..... Ginger...?
*Trying to get myself back up.*
Ginger: Luke..... did you.....?
*He nods, my hand was on top of where the outstretched buttons of his jacket are now.*
Me: You know about this?
Ginger: Jan...how did you let this happen? *Walking over, then having to climb over Luke to grab her purse.*
*It was like scolding a dog.*
Jan: Me?? *Feeling insulted.*
Ginger: Well, you did leave them there so they wouldn't be touched. *Rummaging through the purse.*
Jan: whose fuckin' fault is it that bro's a big boy now? You wanted a rubber, so...
Luke: *Rolls eyes.*
Me: What are you looking for, Ginger?
Ginger: *Still looking* I have something that could bring Luke down a little.... *looks at look* well..a LOT.
Me: Really? That would help a lot. We were lost at what to do.
Ginger: Ah-HA! *Pulling out another strip of gum.*
*All 3 of us looked with outward shock and annoyance.*
Ginger: *Unwrapping it and handing it you.* Give him this...he'll be back to normal in no time.
*Luke flapped his hands merrily.*
Me: *I looked down and at her* Okay. *unwrapping it, I place the gum stick in Luke's mouth.*
Luke: *chew chew chew* paper again?
*I saw that moment and smiled*
Me: Huh?
Luke: It tastes a little bland. *chew chew chew*
Me: You sound like you chewed paper before.
Luke: I was a child! *chew chew chew*
Me: *He probably meant about the condition of pica, so it was a little understandable.* Uh, sorry.
*He slowly started to shrink.*
Jan: *to himself* Sounds like one...
Luke: *chew* What did I tell you?!
*My hand at his side, I felt his body retracting back in.*
Jan: didn't say anything...
Luke: ¬.¬ *chew chew chew*
Ginger: *grabbing Jan's hand* Let's give them some "quality time".
Me: *Near Luke* Its working hun.
Luke: *chew chew chew* I can feel it....
*Smiling, the words "I love you" swept across my thoughts.*
*He keeps chewing, his arms and legs now slowly emerging.*
Luke: *chew* I love you too. *chew
*Still an over inflated, plump shape, they were slowly shrinking away, the juice sloshing into nothing.*
Me: You read?
*Able to nod better now and chewing away with a grin. My own face grew softer as I looked at him, like realization was coming to me.*
Me: *another flush feeling came over me*
*His arms were now free of his body; he stood up, some juice sloshing inside. He gave a really soft hug.*
Me: hah! *not like a faux laugh, but with surprise.*
*Cuddling as he chewed loudly, his body shrink to normal.*
*A final liquid-y slush sound was heard.*
Me: I think.. you can stop now...
*His skin returned to normal and he spat the gum out into the wrapper.*
Me: Hee.
Luke: Hehe.
Luke: Well that was a very strange situation. *He chuckled and cuddled you.*
Me: :) Very, quite an adventure or experience in a way, dear.
*Laying down on the bed, dragging you along with him* I' not sure what will happen next *thinking, contemplating.*
Me: I'm thinking that you don't need to think of bad things happening all the time. That's my expertise *Pointing to self.*
*A grin slowly formed on his face.*
*Luke plays with my hair, looking into my eyes again.*
Me: Now it's my turn to ask what you're thinking about.
Luke: *still staring into your eyes* Well, I'm still thinking about how to put you up... Perhaps a "road trip" as Jan would say?
Me: Put me up?
Luke: Well...with no place to stay, I figured you would....
Me: Well, it would be hard for me to look for another place that quickly. I'm still unsure about the put me up part.
Luke: *Stroking your face* Well, you can stay with us...and now that Ginger and Jan are having their little thing...something tells me she will be joining us.
Me: I already knew I was staying with you guys as is, but would she accept such a thing?
Luke: After that incident?
Me: Well, she did have that gum...
Luke: And she's someone to keep Jan out of trouble.
Me: Exactly. Who knows, maybe Jan will start being a little nicer to me, or at least say my name, but it still doesn't explain how she knew about the gum and the reversing.
Ginger: True..... something is a little suspicious of her...
Me: Think you can...I don't know, read her thoughts?
Luke: I haven't tried it....recently its people who have a connection with me somehow....
Me: a connection with you? Like you're only able to use Telepathy that way?
Luke: Yeah...Jan's my brother...you're my number 1 fan as it seems.....
Me: *I snorted* I'm sure there are others that really are number 1.
*Shaking head and grinning.*
Me: but anyway, is it worth a shot?
Luke: I can try.
*Both of us smiled.*
Chapter 4: Tall Orders
Summary:
A new location stay and a new enemy.
Chapter Text
Luke paced a little around the villa, occasionally looking at his watch. He hoped Alison liked the idea; a candle-lit dinner in a romantic setting with the sunset. He looked out the window as this, grinning.
Ginger drove madly on an empty road, me in the back.
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Before that was going on, back at the motel we used to reside in. Luke cuddled you on the bed after his blueberry incident, he sighed.
Luke: Well we've got to put you up somewhere.... and like I said, that "road trip" doesn't seem such a bad idea.
Me: It doesn't really...I have nowhere else to go...I guess a new life is in order *smiling again*.
Luke: *He smiled back* And this may sound a tad soft, but I think that would be fantastic if you were with us.
Me: So far, fantastic stuff has been happening.
Luke: Fantastic in many ways.
Me: And so, with all of my things were together and also the brothers, it was time to check out. Ginger agreed to tag along with us for a bit, which was good on account of an actual car for a road trip. And now we were off.
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He still paced at the villa, near a beach as the sun set.
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We drove through a few counties before we settled on a New Orleans-like setting. It was cheery yet not crowded; we checked in with a local inn where the rooms are elegant and large and comfortable.
Luke: *Luke puts the bags down in the room* Hmmm... Very nice *nodding and taking in the room's ambience*.
Me: Oh, very *agreeing with him*.
Without our knowing, there appeared a green light in an oval wall mirror, inside was a beautiful woman in a sort of black gothic/witch outfit with some tears as if she lived in that outfit for years. She eyed Luke, sensing he was a vampire; the same one that took down her cohort, and that he was with me, sending a jealousy through her and laughed, a voice that was ominous and eerie.
Luke didn't seem to notice, as though he had forgotten.
She stepped out of the mirror, her image outside of it wavy like an old screen reception image, she swung her arm across the air, her power hitting Luke in the back.
Luke: *a look of confusion passed his face* I feel like this place is familiar...
Me: You mean you've been here before?
Luke: *he felt the power* huh?
Before he could answer, he doubled back and bent down on one knee, his hand clenching his jacket?
Luke: I....felt something...
Me: Are you okay? bending down and pressing on his arm and shoulder.
Luke: *puffing* Something hit me...and there's something here....
Me: *My gaze widens* Is that demon here?
Luke: ...Something else... *puff pant, he stands slowly* Something that knows me...it wants revenge...
Me: Oh my...what should we do?
Luke: *looking around* It's....gone.... a sense of disbelief.
Me: Here *trying to lead him to stand* let's get you some air at least.
Luke: *he catches his breath* Who or whatever it was....it was familiar... after me...
Me: Oh my...
We walked out to the porch of our room and down those steps.
Luke: ....And that attack.... it had jealous undertones... I think I know who it was...*he took a seat on the steps* someone I'd rather forget... He seemed to look a little heartbroken at this point, staring into the distance.
Me: But who is it? Do you really know? *I put my hand on his back*
Luke: *sighs* She was the one.... or so I thought until she got involved with someone we've had an encounter with before...
Me: Was she your girlfriend? Still close to him, but it felt like there was less room on the steps than before.
Luke: *nodding* Until she was corrupted... she didn't make the right choice... Not noticing his extra foot's worth of height.
Me: By who?
Luke: ...*He looks to you* Well you have encountered him....the one who turned you into an eating machine....*his arm cradled you*.
Me: *Gasp* Oh my goodness *my lips spread out* but what did he do to her?
Luke: ...Made her an offer...she didn't refuse it...
*I sighed*
His hand seemed to crawl/spread over my arm, a tighter squeeze.
Me: I'm sorry...
Luke: *shakes his head* There's no need to be....that was the past.
Me: ...Yes.
He still didn't notice his growth, now slowly creeping past 2 feet taller than his original height.
Me: Now I can see why you also saved me back there...
Luke: *He grinned* Wait.... You seem...shorter again....*his eyes squinted*.
Me: Again? *I said almost unsurprised*
Luke: *He looked at his hands* Or I'm....growing.....
Me: Is it your doing? Now getting up and steeping onto the patch of grass along the stone steps.
Luke: *shaking his head* ...but I think I know who....
His body started to raise more, as he stood up to a fuller height, stretching into the sky as I kept looking up. He looked around as he grew, the horizon leveling out.*
Luke: Clarice? *he called out a little*
Me: Huh? *softly*
Luke: *He walked around a little, little stomping occurring* Clarice? Why?
Me: Wait-who's Clarice?!
I looked at him; it was like he was idly walking around in a daze. The same green energy from the mirror appeared as a portal of green smoke and the witch woman came through.
Luke: *He quickly turns around* Alison!!!! Not again!!!
I turned around and jumped back when she appeared, moving backwards and closer to Luke, who was already past 30 feet and quickly rising.
Luke: *His voice booming* Clarice? Why are you doing this? suggesting his size, which was now 40 feet.
Clarice: You know why Luke...I have a deal with the master.... that plus your floozy here....
Me: Floozy??
Luke: *Luke held you back* Enough! You made your choice Clarice…...but there's no need to let this go on!
Past 40 feet now, even as he sat and coming to 45 feet.
Clarice: Ha! Of course I'll carry this on...and once you're too tall to do anything, I'll finish your girl off!
Me: Leave him alone!! *I shouted at her*
*Her eyes glowed bright green as a cold stare was shot at you* Or what? Like you're going to stop me, mortal...
I shut my eyes, preparing the worst, but Luke blocked the shot. The stare intensified, you could feel her eyes on you. Luke felt his growth increase from the shot.
Me: Luke!!
Luke stopped growing at 60 feet.
Luke: I'll be fine.... *eyes clamped shut*
Claire pursed her lips, seeing the situation as it is. She flicked her hair and walked through the portal, which disappeared in a blip.
Me: She disappeared...and you protected me again.
Luke: I had to.... you're my girl. *seated* So....erm...what shall we do now?
Me: Except now you're big again...
Luke: *nodding*
Jan: Hey!! *Shouting from an open window* Who the fuck's doing that shoutin'? *now seeing Luke* Again?!
Luke: Shut up Jan.... *he rubs his huge finger on your head grinning*
Now it was Ginger's turn at the window.
Ginger: Whoa! Things just get weirder and weirder with you two huh?
Me: I think there are more important things to worry about then weird stuff. *returning up the stairs*
Luke: *he still sat outside* Are there any suggestions?
Me: Um...Guys, I'll talk to Luke alone about something.
Jan: Fuc....* Ginger slapped her hand over Jan's mouth and pulled him out the window, shutting it.*
My hand was on my neck, half massaging and half nervous.
Luke: *grinning* come have a climb on me .
Me: Um..
He laid his hand down and lied on his back. He placed his hand on his chest for me to climb off, almost stepping onto a large button as I sat Indian style.
Me: I can't help but think this is my fault somehow.
Luke: What? That I have a psychotic ex-girlfriend making me a giant?
Me: But I should've taken that brunt instead of being afraid.
He hushes me softly as I fold in my lips.
Me: And I guess you can't revert back down.
Luke: I could try *sighing and breathing slowly, he closed his eyes*.
Bracing for any change, he breathed some more, feeling the rising of his chest but nothing else seemed to happen.*
Luke: *sighs* I don't think this will work.
Me: Oh no, looks like you'll be camping instead of using the bedroom.
He seemed defeated, looking a bit sadder, like he was about to cry the time I found him at the diner kitchen.
Me: *It seemed a long shot, but I had an idea* I know...if we do it carefully and when no one's around, we can have a date.
His frown slowly turned to a grin.
Me: There we go; we can finally have a real date together.
Luke: Hehe. Where? it would have to be somewhere secluded and quiet... the villa! it was like a lightning strike.
Me: A villa? But... I don't have anything fancy to wear. It wasn't like I would take an evening dress when on the run.
Luke: You're beautiful as you are.
Me: Really? Well...some of my shirts are nice...sneakers I don't know about. I think I have some money for that... or a skirt. *Eager* Okay...I'll ask Ginger to help me with that... *ready to slide my way down, grabbing his large jacket as I made my way on the ground* I'm not one for make-up, but I'll still look my nicest.
Luke: Hehe shall I meet you there?
Me: Of course. *Up the steps, I blew my sweet heart a kiss*
Nodding and standing up, he catches the kiss and puts it in his jacket.
I asked Ginger about my plan, she seemed puzzled, but offered to pay for anything I needed instead. I bought some nice flat sandal heels, a black skirt that was above my knees. Back in the room, I washed my face, thinking about my date with a giant with such funny glee.
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Now we're back to the present.
Luke stood at the villa, looking at the sunset, hearing a car pull up. A bumpy ride and feeling a little nauseous, I stepped out for a bit to get some air. I told Ginger if anything Luke would carry me back as I went up the metal stairway.
Ginger: See ya laters!!! *skidding off*
Me: Bye. *hand in the air*
When I got upstairs to the dining area, I saw a table with long white candles lit, with hanging lights strewn in lines across to the trees, lush plant life all around and a view of the setting sun. I went back outside to that deck, not seeing anything or anyone yet, but all of a sudden, footsteps could obviously be heard with a shadow down below.
Luke: *He takes a seat and eyes you* wow...you look really....
Me: hehe...thank you hun
I was at least able to see from his head down to the bottom of his chest as he sat on the ground, covering most of the yard.
Luke: *He grinned* would you care to join me? *offers his hand as a platform*.
Me: Well...*almost playing hard to get* I suppose we can sit for a bit, have a drink... that is if you can...
Luke: It may be a bit difficult.... but I'm sure I'll manage.
My glass was already filled, taking a sip, then Luke also had his own "glass", a barrel of sorts.
Luke: *sip* hehe
Me: That's a big amount of wine or something to drink.
Luke: Well, I'm a big guy, hehe *hic*.
Me: oh, getting drunk already?
Luke: Me? never.
I laughed, he brought his barrel closer to me, smelling the strong smell of wine as opposed to my cider spritzer.
Me: Oh, I see *I brought my glass up* Not too pricey to buy in bulk then...cheers?
Luke: hehe yes ...cheers. *raising his barrel and sipping again*
Me: *clicking and sipping* This is so... wow.
Luke: Hehe you're telling me? It feels very weird being this height.
Me: I meant about this setting...guess it is so romantic, but it still feels weird for you?
Luke: Yeah it's very..... strange...
Me: *Pushing my chair back and standing against the rail, glass in hand* hmm...why would you say that for yourself?
Luke:*sipping again* Well it's not every day, or week in this case, that you meet a fan, who ends up a girlfriend, who is connection to a demon who can cause trouble, and in turn having a lot of size changes happen....correct?
Me: Very true, but the fan part, yes I am, but it must mean you've always existed.
Luke: *winking* You better believe it, hehe.
Me: But if you knew I was a fan, then you must know you guys are famous, or infamous.
Luke: True....but how many people have claimed to have met us? *sipping again*
Me: And if they did, they would've ended up... *unsure to say it*
Luke: *nodding but not saying much* possibly...
Me: Umm... well...I never knew anyone that killed someone...
Luke: Well, yes.... most of it had to be done I suppose *looking down at his barrel*.
Me: Did you really wanted to? *looking downward, looking at his laid out legs*.
Luke: No... *sipping*
Me: Okay...
*Frowns a little*
Me: Oh, I didn't mean to bring up anything bad...I mean, something about you had to change, right? When you wrestled with that demon.
Luke: *nodding*
Me: it will take some getting used to...among other things *a bit lighter* and I just realized something. Clarice called me a mortal.
Luke: *sipping* It was part of her deal...and now she's immortal, but with that red demon we encountered... she thrives on revenge.
Me: Hm... I thought about asking him how he met her or what was special about her, but I decided against it and make this night the best.
Luke: I really could do with a hug now... But with my size....
Me: Yes...guess a hug from a tiny person wouldn't do it or if I was where you are, but I like this between us.
He looks to you, thinking if you had an idea.
Me: I will take that offer to "join" you from earlier.
*His face lit up*
Me: it's starting to look so nice *noting the setting on the horizon*.
Luke: *he looks on* yes...... beautiful....
Me: *now he offered the return of his palm* Thank you.
Luke: Welcome.
Now settled at the palm, he carried me over and lowered his arm back at his side.
Me: But besides all that, Luke... you're not always thrilled with the idea of being... "taller"?
Luke: Not really..... I like my nimbleness at my normal size let's say.
Me: That's true, but no matter what, I still like you all the same, nimble or not, short or tall.
A smile captured him.
Me: I think we should do this more often...
Luke: *he continued to grin and nods in agreement* We should....
He didn't notice his slow shrinking as he placed the barrel down.
Me: But in your case, dates where you're able to hold someone and not drink from a barrel outside.
He chuckled as he still shrank down, now realizing his shrinking.
Luke: I've not felt like this in a long time.... *looking deep into your eyes*.
Me: I haven't either...
He closed in on 20 feet, his index finger smoothly running along your cheek.
Me: H-hey, you're shrinking.
*15 feet; he nodded*
Luke: *He neared his original height as he said the words* I love you....*planting a kiss softly on your lips*.
Me: I...rmm... I was sitting on his leg when he brought my chin up and I caught the feel of his lips shrinking back to the size they were.
Me: Wow.
Luke: hehe *grinning, his finger under your chin, rubbing lightly*.
*muffled giggle*
Luke: *Kisses again softly as the sunsets*
Me: Hrmm..
Luke: Wow indeed.
He held me closer as the sky became darker, my head at his shoulder. He rested his head on mine and just took in the moment.
With things quieter now, Luke scooped me up in his embrace, carried me in his arms and with a lightning dash, left the villa. My eyes were closed, feeling the rush of air and my heart going up and down. It took a shorter amount of time to get back to the inn than Ginger driving me to the villa; quietly he carried me into our room and putting me on the bed, pulling the cover away. He lays you down, giving a light kiss on your forehead and a grin. It was his turn to slide into bed, my eyes were getting heavy about to fall asleep.
Luke: Night Hun, sweet dreams.... *he cuddles and slowly drifts off to sleep*
Me: mmnight...
Before I fully went to sleep, I still thought back to earlier of being in his arms and gliding/sliding in the air, my heart fluttering, feeling like I was still on the ground but wasn't. But something happened when I was dreaming. It didn't look like my thoughts exactly, even though I was very familiar with what was going on. Seeing the action of bullets blazing and scenes shifting about, my legs were blown off, a dog demon devouring "me".
Luke awoke, turning over to see you tossing and turning. He rested his hand softly on your arm.
Luke: *whispering* Alison.....
I was still dreaming, I thought I heard my name called, as I was in a very white place, lying down on a table, the pain in my legs, stitching back together, a weird doctor doing this.
Luke: *He continued to comfort* Alison.... wake up....
Everything looked so blurry. Luke cuddled in the nightmare, frowning, not able to read what was going on - it didn't seem like you at all.
Me: *Moaning words* Who..are...you??
It was at this doctor and all these assistants, the pain was great.
Luke: *louder now* Alison....
Me: *Awake, crying out*
Luke: *he shook you*
*His brow creased in confusion and desperation. what was causing this? how couldn't he read her mind....unless it wasn't her own?*
Me: Aah!!
Luke: Alison?
My heart was racing, ready for a heart attack, trying to breathe, I pulled the cover off and saw my legs still intact, my own legs.
Luke: *hugging you with one arm* What was that?
Me: *To almost no one in particular* My legs are still there, but why does it hurt?
Placing a hand on your left leg, he tried to think of an explanation.
Me: *Still breathing* Why did I dream about me fighting Alucard?
His eyes widened - his own memories?
Luke: Maybe you didn't....*stroking your hair with his free hand*.
Me: It was almost like...I was in your place *pointing, I saw the nervous look on his face*.
Luke: While you were dreaming, I couldn't read your mind...I couldn't stop or sooth anything....because it was my mind you were playing back....
Me: Your mind? Your memories.
Luke: *nodding* Everything I felt, experienced...
Me: Then...that means...you came back from death.
*He looked away, closing his eyes*
Me: You did...somehow...
Luke: ...with help
Me: Those doctors...oh...Dear...
I fall forward, lying down on you.
Luke: *opening his eyes* I don't need to describe it....you just felt it....
Me: *I looked down at his legs* Sorry...
Luke: *shaking his head* You don't need to be.... I just...wasn't good enough...
Me: *sigh* I know...there really wasn't... anything you could do...but then...*feeling my hair brushed* why were you brought back?
Luke: To be honest.... I thought I should have stayed dead. But there was a purpose...I didn't know at the time...*pulling you closer and looking into your eyes.*
American: *looking up* Y-yes...but *my hand on his cheek* you're here now.
*He grinned*
Me: But what was this purpose? As demon hunters?
Luke: I would say so.... undead fighting undead... a very popular concept it seems. hinting at many supernatural TV shows.
Me: Heehee but wouldn't they know you've been gone for so long?
Luke: *nods* Yes.... and I'm running while fighting...
Me: So, you two decided to flee in a way?
Luke: Yes.... and with very good reason. But while we've been running, we've been attempting to remove certain key figure heads in the undead world..... you've encountered 2 of them.
Me: Well, yes... and so many questions...how many more do you have to go? And what was the good reason?
Luke: There is a fair few...it seems the odds are stacked against us... and the good reason is....they need us.
Me: W-what?
Luke: *sighing* They need us to lead their army.... cause chaos...turn people…to make the world their own...
Me: oh my god...Millennium...they're real too...
*nodding*
Me: But how do you feel about them, or this, now?
Luke: I feel like I've been brought back to prevent something....something big...
Me: Really?
Luke: Yes.... I'm not sure what.... but it will be very big.
Me: Hmm rolling my lips in, feeling more nervous than from the nightmare.
Luke: *he cuddles closer* We can prevent it...we just need the manpower....and woman power.
Me: We can do it, Hun? Then… I was right in asking for your help for myself.
Chapter 5: And Tiny Bites
Summary:
Allie learns skills she's never had and is set up in a trap.
Chapter Text
After that morning, Luke at first was helping me out training.
Luke: Hmmm *Stroking his chin then placing a cup on a table at the other end of the room.* I want you to focus on the cup. If my predictions are correct, you can move it off the table... considering you have a connection with me somehow from last night's dream...
Me: You mean like I can develop Telekinesis?
Luke: *nodding* With time, but let's start small *pointing at the cup*.
Me: I've tried doing these tests as a kid, but it never seemed to work.
Luke: Maybe so.... but that was then, this is now. Walking over and placing his hand on your back. Focus on the cup...concentrate...
I look at the cup, eyeing the shape, trying to envision its movement on its own.
Luke focused on you, watching.
I tried to remember when I tried this, thinking of it moving, lifting, as if by an invisible hand. Could there really have been something between Luke and I for me to this as I thought.
Luke: Keep going, Allie.... *a smile creeping on his face*
*A little movement rattles the cup.
Me: Hah! *a small gasp*
Luke: Keep going!
The rattling slows. Was it really happening? I tried it again. It rattled some more, creeping to the edge.
Focusing, focusing.
With a quick blast it exploded, the pieces scattering.
Me: Huh!!
Luke: Not bad.... maybe a little too much...
Me: I did it... wow.
Luke: *He picks up the pieces and puts them in the trash*. Hehe any idea what you thought of when you broke it?
Me: I don't know actually...
Luke: hmmm...
Me: But, wow, I really did it. I was feeling so giddy and almost like a child.
Luke: Hehe *he read the thought of child-like feeling, getting glimpses of childhood* hmm... I think I know what the source of it is...
Me: Oh?
Luke: A sense of play...
And so, I took that idea into action, focusing again on the cup, trying not to make it explode again mind.
Luke: *Rubbing your back* that's good... *it rattled again*.
I tried to make it levitate. It rattled a little more...and then slowly it rose from the table, hovering about half an inch.
Me: o.o
Luke: Hover the cup here...easy, easy.... he encouraged.
I did as he told me, the cup coming my way. He reached out as it hovered, once in reach he grabbed it and took a sip.
Me: Hehe *giggling so much* That is too cool, amazing that I can finally do it!
Luke: Hehe amazing true...
Over time, Luke trained me and I practiced the skill. I learned how to handle weapons by then, how to stand, how to hold a gun or sword (weapons of my choice), etc.
Luke trained on, teaching the basics, moving on to advanced techniques.
Me: I can't believe how good I'm getting, and now actually wanting to do all this.
Luke: *chuckling* Well, there haven't been any of the demons around lately... it seems too quiet.
Me: Yes...but doesn't that always mean something?
Luke: *nodding* One of two things... I think this is where the old saying comes in..."It's quiet...too quiet".
Me: But then there's also warning of saying things like that... smiling, inching toward him while we went for a walk.
*Walking through the woods, talking about how far you came along in your training...*
Luke: I think you're more than capable of defending yourself. Walking and grinning, but he suddenly slows down...he face becomes more serious....
Luke: Hmmm.... can you feel that? *he looks around*.
With a loud explosion behind, green beams flash, forcing us both to be sent flying a few feet into the air.
Luke: AGH!
Me: AAH!
Luke: *thud* uUh…
I quickly scramble up, brandishing the sword Luke gave me, which I believe used to belong to him and when he used it the last time.
Me: Luke, are you okay?
Trying to get up he looks behind him, his vision slightly blurred - but that green glow wasn't mistakable.
Luke: Clarice.... ugh....
Me: Show yourself!
Clarice: Who were you expecting?! The tooth fairy?! ...ugh even I thought that was cliché... peeking from behind a tree in the distance.
Luke: * Gets up, wiping off the dirt and standing defensively* What do you want now Clarice?
Clarice: Oh...don't tell me you don't know? rocking back and forth on her heels, he hands behind her back.
Sighing aggressively and running to her, ready to fight.
Clarice: Ah! Not so fast! a shot of energy is blasted at Luke, hitting him hard.
Luke: AGH!! *flying back to his original standing point he hits the ground hard*ugh! he lays unconscious on his back.
Me: LUKE!!
Clarice: Aww such fondness...HA!
Me: You witch! How could you!! This demon has turned you into this!!
Clarice: walking slowly to you.
Me: *I really started getting hurtfully mad* I never would think I would attack anyone in my life...but if I had to... standing my ground.
Clarice: Oh please.... *her hands glowing* do you REALLY think you have a chance against me?
At the moment, I probably didn't. Clarice was now Alucard compared to me and I really didn't want to do anything foolish, but if she had her way, she would kill Luke right then and there and I wouldn't allow that. She looked down at Luke, said that when she's through with you, she's taking him - the demon needs him...then fires a ball of energy at you.
Clarice: *folding her arms* Take that bitch!!!
I was about to dodge when my mind went to work, creating a small force around me, then looking over at a thick tree branch and tried to unhinge the branch.
Clarice: What?!! *shock crossed her face* A force field?!! Grrrrr she charged at you, yelling.
She encased herself in a bright green glow.
I swung the knife in the air, connected to my force field to try and shatter her encasement.
Clarice: *With a rolling dodge, Clarice just scrapped the knife, but the encasement shattered* ugh!
I focused on the branch again and it started to fall off.
Clarice: *She lands on her knees near the branch* This time I'll get you! she stands and starts charging with a large blast of energy. Her arms shake viciously as the ball charges.
I blocked the bolts with the knife, feeling the lightness and strength it bought.
Clarice: grrrr-AGH!! with a hard shove she forces the ball to you...while a crunching is heard.
Just then Luke was struggling to wake up, when the branch fell and the ball was coming at me, as I tried to block it off again.
Luke: Ugh my gut... Holding it, his vision blurred.
Clarice: Claire looks up to see the branch falling to her, hitting her on the head. AGH!
I smiled at my achievement.
Clarice: *With a thud Claire fell to the floor, the branch pinning her* ugh get this OFF-A ME!! struggling, a little groggy.
Luke: *standing up, Luke walks over* Well done Allie.
Clarice: *grrrr-AGH!" HA! *the branch shatters as she hovers up* You may have won this time...but I'm still coming for you Luke!! with a quick blast she hit you with energy, catching you unaware, and disappearing.
Luke: ALISON!!
I was thrusted back by the sheer force, crying out, and almost in slow motion.
Luke reached out but didn't grab you quickly enough.
I crashed onto the grass, but Luke only put his hand under my head to raise it up, the look on his face was almost terrifying, his lips sneered and his eyes grew bright red.
His eyes grew brighter, as he sneered, growling lightly.
Luke: *he scrunched his eyes up* grrrAAAGH....ugh... A soft look on his face....almost like confusion mixed with pain and fear, his voice had a mixed tone....a blend of grit, harsh and his normal voice, as if 2 voices were speaking in unison. no.... grrr... He stared into your eyes, something stirring inside you.
I felt something strange in the air, like it was really, really cold and I heard a loud growl.
Luke looked up quickly, like he was searching for something.
Me: L-Luke? The words didn't seem to be heard, he looked around...like a lost child. Tears ran down his cheeks, his breath getting faster as he looked.
Me: Luke! Your eyes! It looked like he was possessed, did Claire do something to him?LUKE! *I yelled out* LUKE KEITH VALENTINE!!!!
Luke: He quickly looked down at you, the 2 voices in unison still. HUH!?
Me: What's wrong with you!!
His breathing seemed aggravated, his fangs showing, he stood up and growled loudly, stumbling off and falling to his knees.
Me: Luke...what's wrong? trying to be sympathetic.
Luke: *The second voice fades off* ugh... panting hard, trying to catch his breath.
Me: *Kneeling quickly* Oh my god...
Luke: I think... *gasp, pant* it's started...
Me: W-what's started? My hands on his shoulders, moving myself around to bring my arm around him.
Yet, his shoulders seemed broader somehow.
Luke: The war.... and I'm the thing they need.... You can't let them have me....*he looks to you, your hand looking a little petite.*
Me: The war? So that's why they brought you back? I mean...was it like before you...
*nodding*
Me: This was Millennium's doing??
He looked down, not wanting to admit anything....maybe it wasn't time yet to tell all.
Luke: *looking back* Alison.... am I growing again?
Me: Please, honey...let's get back inside and rest, maybe something to eat would help...
Standing up, you seemed much shorter than usual. With a little help you and Luke stumbled inside.
Me: Ah *gasping from the weight* Look at us...we're like soldiers stumbling off from a battle.
Luke: *chuckling* There's more to come...
We were then greeted with Ginger as she came by.
Now sitting on the couch in the living room, resting up.
Ginger: What happened to you?!
Me: A bit of a...conflict...we're fine... just need to rest. Is dinner ready yet?
Ginger: Yeah... just about to bring it in.... *turns and stops from walking a few steps...Ginger turns back* You seem..... never mind walks to the kitchen.
Me: What was going on all of a sudden, Luke and now Ginger were looking at me funny. My poor honey I say to myself.
What was happening with you?
He slouched a little, staring into space as if something was on his mind.
I was getting worried for him, was this another part of being a vampire? The bloodlust? Or something more? If he could do this when he first battled Alucard, how come Luke lost?
Ginger: Food's up!! *She walks in with two plates, placing them on the coffee table* I'm just gonna take mine and Jan's upstairs... looking at you oddly still as she walked away.
Luke still stared.
Me: Um...sure...I guess he doesn't want company?
She ran up the stairs with Jan and her food.
Luke: *Looked up at you, and gave an odd look* Alison... you seem different...
Me: What do you mean? Is it something on my face? the food looked good, marinated BBQ steak with mashed potatoes and peas on the side.
Me: It's like Ginger is avoiding me all of a sudden.
Luke: *He shook his head slowly* Her and Jan.... leave them to it.
Me: Well, okay.
Luke: *He still gave a puzzled look*... Alison...could you do me a favor? *he stood up* stand next to me....
Me: oh...sure *blush* as I moved in closer, I tripped a little.
Luke: *He quickly catches you* Are you alright?
Me: Yeah...guess I lost my balance.
Luke: I think that's not all you lost he placed his hand on the top of your head then ran it to his body.
Luke: Not you too.....
Me: What? Wait...am I supposed to be at... am I supposed to normally stand at a certain spot compared to you?
Luke: Holding you, he frowned. I think she got you too... noting on your height.
His embrace at my arms felt a little tighter and deeper. When it started coming faster, it was then that I noticed something was out of place.
Luke: Alison... He watched on as you shrunk, now at just above his waist height.
Gasping out, my arms out in their own confusion, now feeling like Alice and shutting up.
Me: I'm...I'm shrinking!
Luke shot a look of horror as you got smaller and smaller, shrinking passed mid-thigh height and quickly to knee-height.
Me: Eee...
All I did was kept looking up to Luke, watching him "grow" before me. Possibly now stopping at five inches or so, maybe an inch shorter.
Luke: *his voice seemed weaker and sympathetic* Alison...
To me, it had a lower tone, like a mini-giant. He knelt down as I frantically looked around, and everything turned out to be very, very bigger. Then picking me up with his hand, he gently lifted me to the table.
Me: Wheeoah!
Luke: Setting you down softly next to the dinner plates. Alison...you're so small...
Me: I feel so small...
Luke: *lightly chuckles*
Me: This is too weird.
Luke: *nodding* We must get you back to normal.
Me: *I nod*
Dinner was already getting cold and I knew I wouldn’t be able to eat any of it, it seemed Ginger also left 2 plates with chocolate devil food cake slices.
Luke: Well...this may seem a little...odd… but I guess you've gotta eat that, hopefully the smallness will wear off...
Me: Would you say the cake will do something to me?
Luke: I'm just putting 2 and 2 together really...
Me: *I walked across the table* This piece is so huge! staring at the big mound of dark cake.
Luke: He grins, a little nervous at your size in comparison.
Me: Well...not to sound defeated...but it looks like I'm stuck like this for some time.
Luke: *he slowly frowned* Maybe.
Me: But I can imagine this piece will last me for a long time grabbing a small handful out.
Luke: hehe
Me: *Biting into it* It's still good. Ginger's a good cook I see.
Luke: Almost afraid to admit you looked pretty cute eating it. Hehe Yeah she is... he took a few bites from his meal.
Me: how's the food for you? *sitting cross-legged*
Luke: *munch* good hehe *munch munch*.
Me: Let's hope you don't bloat up from this *eating smaller parts of the cake* Not what I expect from a dinner for 2, but weirder things has happened.
Luke: True *he finished his meal, and starts on the cake* hmm…this is pretty good... *munch*.
Me: Hehe and this cake would go well with coffee *trying to give a hint*.
Luke: Hehe he puts his slice down and heads to the kitchen, returning with coffee and a small thimble. It's the smallest thing I could find...
Me: And I knew were you gonna retrieve a thimble. Too good to be true. It just sets the mood now *sipping from the thimble*.
Luke: *nodding as he drinks his man-sized coffee*.
Me: Hehe this is like our date at the villa, except a little different...
Luke: You could say that..... hehe
Me: *giggling* At least I'm not still shrinking.
Luke: Yeah...that would be very problematic.
Me: This is weird...but also interesting and exciting.
Luke: *sipping away*
Me: *I take another cake piece*
Luke: *finally admitting it* You look quite the cutie like that you know.
Me: Ah heehee I've always been told I'm cute.
Luke: Well at your size...it's multiplied.
Me: Hehe.
Even though this size wasn't affecting me mood wise, I could feel it in my face that something was troubling me, feeling my eyes water, now going back to when we first met at the diner.
Luke: What's wrong? *his finger running softly against your cheek*
Me: *sniff*
He lifts your chin up with his finger. Now I couldn't hide it, my eyes were starting to water, tears down my face. He frowned.
Me: I'm just...*my voice blubbering* I'm just...*wiping my stinging eyes* it was...how I was feeling...when we first met...
Grabbing a napkin that looked like a big sheet. I was just like this *wiping*.
He smiled softly as he just kept grinning.
Me: And I've thought about this...of why you came to the table I was at...and my mind was going a mile a minute, thinking of too many things...feeling so miserable... *more tears came*
Luke: If you were bigger I'd give you a hug right now.
Me: Well...I was thinking...for tonight...I wouldn't sleep alone and...I don't need to be...bigger now...*looking up*
Smiling he placed his hand on the coffee table, inviting you to step on. I pushed the napkin aside and climbed on, just like when he was bigger, lifted onto his shoulder.
Me: oOh! What are you doing?
Luke: Hehe *he stood up* hold on tight.
Me: Um…
He walked upstairs, Ginger giggling with Jan in the one room, he headed to a separate bedroom.
Offers his hand again and I climb back on, knowing the drill. He lies down slowly and lets me slide onto his chest.
Luke: There.... *he looks down at you*.
Me: Ahh *almost cooing*
Luke: *He chuckles*
Me: well...not quite what I had in mind...
Luke: So this is how I felt when I shrank? Hehe.
Me: Well, yes. I know I'm not "alone" alone. I do like this position, but...at least I won't go to bed tiny alone if you know what I mean.
Luke: Oh? *His feet didn't hang off the bottom of the bed anymore. He continued to shrink slowly, the weight sort of increasing with his size in terms of comparison.
Me: oh oh oh!
He grinned, closing in on half his original height, it sped up soon enough he reached the point of height where I could straddle him.
Luke: This better? *he grinned*
Me: hehe yes!
*Sliding down his body to lie on top of him. He cuddled lightly as I lay.*
Me: Hmmmm see, I'm not alone now... just us and this BIG bed.
Luke: A very big bed. He looks around, the pillows looking like mountains.
Me: We could actually walk "on" it. I'd have to roll over many times to get to the edge.
Luke: Hehe *rolls playfully*.
Me: Whoa!
Luke: Hehe nowhere near the edge.
Me: Hehe.
I sit up and then stood up. He also stood up. The mattress was so soft under his feet. I took my shoes off and jumped a bit in my socks.
Me: Hehe wow. I think this is actually the first time we're the same odd size together. *hop*
Luke: Hehe yeah. *Hugging around his waist*
Me: *Softly* Thank you.
Luke: What for?
Me: But I can't help wondering...*looking up* why did you take that chance with me back at the diner? Just seeing me there sitting all by myself and taking that seat?
Luke: There was something about you *unwrapping me from around his waist, he sat down, taking me with him*.
Me: Oh... in reaction to being brought down.
Luke: Something special about you.
He lay down, his hands behind his head and crossing his legs.
Me: Really? lying down next to him.
Nodding then looking at you with a grin.
He kisses you lightly on the forehead, continuing to grin at you.
Me: You felt there was something special about me? I would think at times a stranger seeing someone else cry was a sure turn off.
Luke: True.... but even through the tears there was something...something I couldn't quite put my finger on at the time *his words drifted off*.
Me: Really? Hanging on to this.
Nodding while looking up to the ceiling...so far away.
Me: It wouldn't have anything to do with what's happening to these months, would it?
Luke: I'm not too sure....It does seem a huge coincidence, I must say....
Me: But...earlier...when you "changed" somehow, what did it mean? Is this some sort of bloodlust vampires go through?
Luke: That's something I don't know either.... IT was as though I was myself....yet not...
Me: Hmm *wondering if I should nudge closer to him.*
Luke: We will have to tackle that later.... Luke kept thinking over what exactly happened to him. It was as though all anger within had taken over at that moment... And he wondered... if it happened again, could he control it?
Me: You're right...I think we should get some sleep for now.
Nodding he rolled over to cuddle me, drifting off. I too drifted off to sleep after a while.
Chapter 6: Rinse and Reheat
Summary:
Ginger's uncle, Steve, is introduced.
Chapter Text
The next morning came, I was covered in a bit of the made blanket for my own. When I felt around, knowing I was alone, but still a bit sleepy and my glasses still on my face now a little smudged. I saw my sweetheart already up and normal sized again.
Luke: Morning, honey... He grinned, standing next to the bed and softly taking a seat.
Me: Eek! the patch I laid on rose quite a ways.
Luke: Eee...sorry His hand steadies you.
Me: Ah...thank you...I think I'm ready to wash up now...
Luke: Way ahead of you he turns to the closet near you, a small dish of water and a flannel.
Me: Ooh wow!
I climbed up on his escorted hand as he brought me over to the dresser, hiding behind the dish to unchange from prying eyes.
Luke: Covers his eyes with his hand.
Me: Hehe The dish already had some bubbles around, so I climbed on in.
Luke: Hehe alright to look now? *still covered*
Me: uh, yeah..
Luke: *he removes his hand*
Me: *watering myself down now*
Luke: We must do something about your size, Allie....
Me: *splash* I know *wetting my hair down*
Luke: ....hmmm....have you tried how I do it? I just focus on my original height, and keep focusing....
Me: I tried doing that *rubbing the bubbles in my hair* but it didn't work...it was like something was blocking an entryway.
Luke: As though something was blocking?
Me: Yeah...it's how I can describe it.. it isn't like when I move something with my mind or make force fields *rinsing*.
Luke: hmmm...I think I and Jan know someone who could solve this...
Me: *looking up* Really?
*He nodded*
Me: Do you know where this person is?
Luke: I don't...but Jan and Ginger know where.... *he stands up* I'll be right back, you just finish up here and we'll set out as soon as possible... He leaves the room, the conversation could be heard with Jan and Ginger in the other room.
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The whole group set off on the road to the mystic’s address; a road trip across the state. Ginger explained to us how she knew this man - a close relative of hers, but she always thought he was a little crazy with his ways. We all arrived at a small cottage-like home.
Ginger: We're here.... stopping the car, and getting out - the man stood on the porch, grinning. He seemed like a typical older man; clean shaven, greying hair and round spectacles that gleamed in the light. I could've sworn his glasses were like half-moons.
Me: Did he also know about reversing a blueberry inflation? *asking Ginger*
Ginger: *She looked away, a little ashamed and looked back* Uncle Steve..ey... erm... we've a little problem...
Luke huffed at that.
I patted Luke, reassuring him.
Uncle Steve: Ginger, hellooooo... so...this little problem?
Luke: *Luke stepped out of the car, with me on his shoulder* Here she is...
Steve: Ah...
I timidly raised my arm and waved.
Uncle Steve: Well aren't you as cute as a button. walking over and lightly brushing your cheek How did this happen?
Me: Hee.
Luke: An ex.... a supernatural ex....
Uncle Steve: Hmmm.. may I? Laying his hand out.
Pulling my long skirt up so I could step onto Uncle Steve's rough hand.
Uncle Steve: *Landing on his palm* Right...follow me everyone, I can sort this out... *turning and walking inside*.
Jan: Christ, what smells in here?! To no one in particular.
Luke followed in, but he couldn't help but sense something in the air.
Luke: Jan.....quiet just a moment alright?
Jan sniffed.
Uncle Steve: Hmmm... *still skipping through the book*
Me: I'm amazed at what you have in here, sir.
Uncle Steve: Thank you.... I've been into the supernatural for a long time...right Ginger? * He looked as she blushed* Hmm.. ok, I've found something that may work...
Running his finger along the Latin sentences, he muttered it all, looking at you - a look of caution, something was rough up ahead.
Luke: Alison....I think it's working.... *Luke then turned to the doorway, an eerie green glow.* Not you... He whispered.
I then stood up on the table.
Everyone looked, a strong wind blowing as the green glow intensified… a cackling could be heard faintly. I blocked the wind with my arms against my face.
Luke: Clarice....not now.... *Luke squinted*
Clarice: Hahahaha Never any time Luke? she blipped into existence.
Uncle Steve: Clarice? As in....?
Clarice: Ahhh Stevie.... Still reading up? HA!
I gasped out loud.
Luke: *standing defensively* Claire, that's enough of this...
Clarice: OH quiet ¬.¬ *she shot a blast at Luke, sending him flying. Looking at Jan and Ginger* Anyone else want to try something?
Jan: You Green Goblin bitch!
Clarice: Oh, a potty mouth...zip it! *with a zipping motion, she shut Jan's mouth tight.
Jan stood wide eyed, trying desperately to open back his mouth, his arms pointing and shaking.
Uncle Steve: *Taking you aside, he picks up a small object and hands it you* You may need this...I have a plan.
I nod.
Ginger: JAN!!!! You...!!!
Ginger ran towards her, ready to swing full pelt at Claire's face.
Clarice: Ah ah ah *points she freezes Ginger to the spot* Hmm...2 left...I like those odds.... who wants to have a shot at me first?
Uncle Steve: *whispering* Your time to shine...
Clarice: Hmmm... Stevie first I think *quickly blasting his elderly ass to the floor*.
Uncle Steve: UGH!!! *thud*
Clarice: hehehehe
Clarice: *she looked in your direction* hmmm... Allie.... *she reaches for you*.
Gasping, I was alone now...and more afraid than ever. She picked me up by the collar of my shirt.
Me: Eek! *still holding on to the object*.
Clarice: Hehe so cute.....cute enough to eat hehe.
*Ooh, my worst fear coming true: being eaten by a cannibal...*
Clarice: Hmmm.... *she opened her mouth wide and let you dangle above*.
Luke: *slowly came to - noticing the situation* Alison!!!
My heart was about ready to burst out of my chest. She let go suddenly, dropping down, with a large gulp.
Luke: *Gasping, Luke couldn't believe what just happened.* gah...ugh....
I slid down her slimy throat, too disgusting for words.
Luke: *Murmuring, tears welled up* Alison...
It was funny: I could swear I heard some murmuring from the outside...
Uncle Steve: Lying unconscious, Steve's face seemed concentrated...focusing on telling you something. "The object I gave you.....break it..... in her stomach....."
I could see a troubled past of a young girl, the time, now a little older was with Luke, they seemed to be in love but it seemed she was seeing other guys too...then the red demon, telling her of a promising offer. I also heard Uncle Steve's voice...
Clarice: *lLooking at Luke, with false care* Awww, boo hoo...a little hurt? You should have stopped me while you had the chance!!
Luke winced, tears streaming down his face.
Did I hear of breaking something in her stomach...the object!
Uncle Steve: "break it.. now!"
Me: The voice came louder...now to break it? How do I?
I held it between my hands, not sure what else to do, I toss it hard against the lining of her stomach.
Clarice: Ha your face!!! If you could.....see... ugh! *she clutched her stomach*.
Uncle Steve: *A little harder!!! It'll shatter!" "Once it's broken I'll get you out....*
I picked it up again...wait, did I have my knife with me? I felt around my belt and I did have my knife or more like Luke's knife.
I placed the object down and thrusted a stab at the surface. I swung the knife while inside the object, it shattering away.
Upon breaking it, Steve's face relaxed, as you disintegrated, appearing in another room of the same house. He slowly came to.
Clarice: *clutching her stomach* ugh..what's...happening....? >.<
Uncle Steve: *To the others* I think it's best we get out of the way…*dragging Ginger like a statue and ushering Luke and Jan into the next room, where you stood on the arm of the couch.*
Luke seemed so upset, and in shock...his ex had eaten his current love....
Clarice: Ughhh....errrr what's going on? Claire's gut slowly bloated up under her black dress.
A faint rubbery straining could be heard as she grew bigger and bigger.
Clarice: Uuugh I feel so *burp* full.. oofff...... She tried to force her gut down but this didn't help, as it still grew, slowly spreading to her arms and legs, even her cheeks looked puffier, the rubbery creaking became louder, now more of a groaning. Uuughhhhhhhh grrrrrrr you'll pay for this!!!
By now everyone was watching her blow up like a huge green glowing balloon - Ginger had been thawed out so she could duck for cover. Luke watched on, hoping that Claire's experience was very VERY painful. By now Claire's gut stuck out way past 9 months, her arms and legs very full.
Clarice: Grrrr too full she closed her eyes tight, her arms sticking out at her sides - she seemed like a big ball with remnants of her arms and legs. She reached her maximum capacity, her whole body shaking and quivering...pulsating and groaning loudly. grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr -aaghhhhhhhhhh!!!!! With a loud BOOM!!! She exploded, rumbling the cottage, with soft splats of chucks everywhere, everyone looked away and ducked for cover.
Steve undid the unzipping spell on Jan by then, who normally loves bloodshed, but something about getting gunked with chunks of flesh seemed disgusting. Luke looked on, looking for you - hoping you weren't killed in the blast.
Jan: *disgusting* Awww shit!! *wiping away gunks*
Luke: *Also disgusted* Where's Alison?
Me: HERE I AM! *high squeaky voice*
Steve cleared his throat as Luke turned around.
Luke: *quickly turning* Alison!!!! *He ran, his footsteps like earthquakes to you, he quickly picked you up* You're alive!!
A big smile on my face.
Luke: But...how? What?
Uncle Steve: *Steve grinned* Well.... a little help from me...and Alison taking one for the team...
Me: Hehe
Luke: *he grinned and looked back at you, sighing with relief* I think we should get you back to normal...
Me: I nod, still grinning, albeit smelly from stomach acid smells. God forbid if a cat should come by...
Luke: hehe yes... Luke set you down on the couch as Steve muttered the Latin, as you slowly grew and grew.
Me: Oo!
Steve continued to mutter; you quickly grew to half your original height.
Me: Oo, does it always feel this ticklish?
*Luke thought of Steve's role...he seemed very useful in the fight against what was to come. Steve didn't answer, he just continued to mutter on.
Me: *Turning to Luke* Does it feel that way, Honey?
Luke: Hehe not for me.... maybe it differs with people?
now closed in on my original height and was soon there.
Me: What was it for you?
Luke: A tingling, full feeling... Hugged you as I normalized.
Me: Hah...*the hug felt tighter than usual. He held on tight, not wanting to let go.*
Uncle Steve: And done... *closing the book, Steve stood up* Luke...you've got a very brave girl there...don't let her go...
Me: Oh... my shoulder felt very damp or wet.
Luke: *a little blubbery* I won't.....I won't....
Me: Wow...someone called me brave. I...honestly...I didn't feel so brave; I was so scared
Uncle Steve: You did well.... so how long’s Clarice been involved? I take it, it's started?
*Ginger nodded*
Luke: We could really use your help....
Uncle Steve: ugh...I'm getting a little old for this. *Steve rubbed the back of his neck* Supernatural beatings is not what I had in mind.... but after seeing what I saw today.... I'm in...
Me: No one said you had to physically fight; your magic is already superb for this. My hand on Luke's back.
Steve: True...but I'm willing...
With Steve now involved, the team was becoming stronger with each fight. What else had the opposing forces got in store?
Chapter 7: Half-Pint Hijinks
Summary:
A friend of Allie's is introduced all the way from England. As well as a few tiny and interest hijinks.
Chapter Text
*The whole team sat at the dinner table, half way through their meals. Steve sitting at the head of the table, with both couples either side*
Ginger: mmmm these meatballs are fantastic Uncle Steve
Steve: Hehe...glad you like..... But I must talk of some pressing matters...
Luke: hmmm?
Me: What's that Uncle Steve? If that's alright to call you that?
Steve: Hehe no problem... well since you guys are involved in a war of some sorts, I
think it's about time we formed an army.... so to speak
Me: A real, honest-to-god army?
Uncle Steve: Not fully...but enough fire power to fight back
Jan: Not like that did much for us, right Bro? *turning his attention to Luke* All we got were retarded ghouls. And even then that didn't fuckin' help
Luke: True....
Me: Any ideas of who to recruit, Uncle Steve?
Uncle Steve: Hmmm... That was a thought...but I do have a fair idea on who to pick up... *standing up and walking around*And for that we'll have to cross a stretch of water so to speak...
*four pairs of eyes followed Steve*
Steve: ...so pack your bags folks... we're going to England!
Luke: Hmmm....
Ginger: England? Why there?
Me: Oh my... *retracting in my seat*
Luke: Allie, what's wrong? *Luke looks to you, puzzled and grabbing your hand*
Me: Um...not to sound like a wet blanket...but, me and planes don't go so well
Luke: Ah... *frowning*
Steve: Ah I've taken that into account.... what if we removed the plane all together?
Me: How do we do that?
Steve: *picking up his spell book, Steve flicks through* With this... *he reveals a page with a short spell on it*
Me: *I look down at the page* Well... it seems to do what it's supposed to do
Steve: Yup.... and all you've got to do it tell yourself that spell and you can levitate...
Me: And it's enough to get to another country?
Steve: Just enough
Luke: Hmmm... this looks interesting...
Jan: *brows knitting, said in a tone of calm* Fuck...
*Luke shot a look that could kill to Jan*
Jan: What??? Just curious is all... geez...
Ginger: hmmmm.. well I guess I'm in...who are we searching for..?
Steve: Oddly enough.... someone who Alison knows... *he looks at you* and also visiting a distant relative hehe
Jan: *to Luke* I mean, it's an easier way to get back home, eh?
Me: Wait...who exactly? And how are you aware of this?
Steve: Please...it doesn't take a genius to see that everyone here is connected somehow to you in a way...
Me: ...or that everyone in the world is connected to each other in some small way...
Steve: precisely! And with that logic everyone in the world can fight....but only some are selected
Me: Wow
Steve: And I would say a perfect time to go would be now.... 5 hours' time difference can be a bumping thing
Me: Exactly, esp. if the person you're talking about also goes to bed at a later time just talking to me
Steve: *nodding in agreement* right then... just repeat the spell in your head and we're off *he gives an example as he hovers up and shoots away*
*Ginger closes her eyes and follow suit, quickly hovering and flying off*
Luke: You're turn Jan.... *he raises an eyebrow and grins*
Jan: uh...me..?
*Nodding*
Jan: Uh...why don't you do it, Bro? Gotta get the groove in and shit
Luke: Oh after you hehe ...or is someone a little frightened? *leaning in closer* hehe
Jan: Shut the fuck up!
Luke: Ha! I knew it...
Me: What is it?
Luke: You're afraid to admit you hate flying. Well if you're not going to I guess you will have to wait right here... *Luke attempts the spell*
Jan: Hold the hell on! You ain't leaving me behind!
Luke: *sighs* fine... *Luke hovers over to Jan, and scoops him up*
Jan: whoa...
*Cradling Jan, Luke shoots off and follows the rest of the gang. The flight over the Atlantic was just the start as England approached, at first just a beach and green fields, slowly towns and cities passed until...*
Steve: Ah here we are...Wolverhampton... *landing softly in an alley way so no-one would notice*
Ginger: Wow.... this doesn't seem too much different to home...
Luke:*slowly hovering back down, Luke drops Jan to the floor* And you couldn't just help me out by thinking that spell?!
Me: Wow
Luke: Great isn't it? hehe
Me: I feel like I'm living out a life in the Harry Potter books.
Steve: Hehe well some fiction requires fact to work.
Me: Of course *To Luke* This wasn't where you and Jan used to live isn't it?
Luke: Not here...... but I'm sure Steve could answer your question as to why we are in Wolverhampton.
Steve: well if you follow me I'll show you what I mean.
Me: Sure
*He heads down the street, past the student bar to a large building: University Of Wolverhampton plastered along the side; he continues to walk on reaching a main road for crossings - to a smaller building - The School OF Art + Design..*
Steve: This is the place *opening the door for everyone, then turning to you to ask* Does the name of this place ring a bell?
Me: Wolverhampton sounds a little familiar.
Steve: Wait here everyone...Alison, you can come with me... *he leads through a door*
Me: Uh...sure...
*Unlocking a security coded door and heading into the computer labs, he waits by a door and points through the window* Recognize that guy right there?
*He sits at his assigned computer, modeling a SWAT officer.*
*I point over to where he showed me, before that, I was amazed by how we got in, in a sense.*
Me: *Silently muttering* oh my gosh...
Steve: Seem familiar? *Steve grinned*
Me: It's..Craig..Craigy.
Steve: Perhaps we should give him a little talk.. *knocks on the door*
Me: Y-yeah *stuttering*
*The lecturer heads to the door, answering – he's still sat at my desk and looked to see what's going on.*
Craig: *squints a little*.... Alison? *Patting my friend next to me on his arm, I slowly stand up* I'll be back in sec man... *Walking over to the doorway*
*I was near smiling and kept trying to press it down*
Craig: W-..... Alison?
Me: C-Craig?
Craig: No way! How'd you...? I thought you were afraid of.. planes and such? *I step outside* aaaand this is?
Me: Well....I am....*Taking note of his accent for the first time. Pointing over my shoulder* Steve?
Steve: Hello there Craig *Steve grinned*
Craig: Hi...er.... yeah...
Me: Soo....you know Steve too?
Craig: not really.... but my one lecturer used to talk about a Steve from the States...
Me: Ahhh.
Craig: ...always thought he was a little cuckoo.... but now this seems to prove me wrong. So...why are you here in Wolvo, the west midlands craphole?
Me: You wouldn't believe the cuckoo things that've been going on in my life these days
Craig: oh...try me? :P
Steve: Sorry to chime in but we need your help Craig...
Me: Craig's going to help us?
Steve: *nodding* He shares something with you.
*I giggle and knit my eyebrows together in a cuddly sense of confusion.*
Steve: Perhaps we could talk about this elsewhere?
Craig: *Nodding* lemme just get my bag and stuff....
Me: wow, things just keep happening more and more than I ever would think in my life.
Craig: *collecting my gear and leaving the workshop* OK...so erm....what are we talking about?
Steve: Well *walking along* you share a link with Alison.... you know... *leaning in with an audible whisper* that fetish you seem to like?
Craig: Huh?! You... ah...wha-... *looking at you*
Me: Erm...
Craig: ....what's going on?
Steve: It's hard to explain. *Leading us out to the reception area where everyone is waiting*
Craig: *I get a quick look at Luke* ....whoa....
Me: Yeah, hehe.
Craig: *to Luke*...damn you're tall!! O.O
Luke: hehe...erm...Hello *to you* who is this kid?
*I giggled at the reactions.*
Me: No need to call him a kid, love.
Luke: hehe he seems one...
Craig: ...I know I do.. ain't I great?! HA! ^_^
Me: hehe
Craig: Hang on a second...... *pointing at each person and muttering thoughts under my breath* Aren't 2 of you characters from that anime?
Me: Yeah, they are. Meet Luke Valentine and his brother *pointing over there* Jan.
Craig: *waves* hey Jan..... cool....
*Jan looks over.*
Me: But anyway, what's the next plan, Uncle Steve?
Me: Hmm... we need to get your friend here informed on what's happening...seems like the kind of guy who can take it...
Craig: Take what?
Me: Well...the things I was gonna mention to you.
*And so I told him everything that's happened to us.*
Craig: *taking a seat in the reception area* ...w.hoa....that's..... very...erm....*he felt so tempted to say "I can't believe I missed out on you stuffing your face"*
*But Luke probably read his thoughts on that*
Luke: *he chuckled* You may or may not want to know what he just said in his head...
*Smirking as he told you.*
Me: *Thinking back* Don't worry, he's well aware of such things...
Craig: And....how do I help? *still sitting in the reception chair, I look up at the group.*
Me: I'm beginning to wonder that myself
Steve: Well we do need all the help we can get...especially those with an open mind.
Craig: Hehe.
Jan: Some other bloke with a sick interest...I like that. *Grinning at Craig, thinking he knows what he means.*
Craig: *I look at Jan, raise an eyebrow with a grin and continue to tune in on the others.*
Luke: Hmmm... well I'm interested in this place... *Looking around.*
Craig: Oh? I could give you guys a quick tour of the place if you want...it's really not that fantastic... hehe. *Standing up.*
Me: Doesn't matter to me, this is my first time going anywhere outside of where I live
Craig: Well I could show you the Science Department...usually some odd stuff going on there *heading and opening a door nearby*
*Luke seemed to beam when he heard that*
Me: It sounds like you also have an interest in science
Luke: Just a small one hehe *follows through the door*
*I give a bit of a smug look*
*Jan only rolled his eyes* Jan: Great, more fuckin' school. I was more than friggin' happy to leave; now I'm forced back in...
Craig: Oh come on Jan.. I'll let ya have a mess with something hehe.
*Everyone follows to the Science labs, one of which has a gun-like apparatus set up, pointing towards a green screen*
Me: Whoa!
Craig: hehe
*Jan cocked his head* Jan: Whadya have in mind?
Craig: Well this right here is what one of the students has made...not actually sure what it does, but it kinda reminds me of the Nintendo Super Scope... don't ya think Alison?
Luke: Hmmm...video games...
Me: The Nintendo Super Scope?
Craig: For the Super Nintendo... was like a shoulder mounted scope that worked like those arcade games like Time Crisis and so on.... *I talk about all this waffle, everyone with a confused look on their face*
Me: I've had my share of video games, but I never heard of the Super Nintendo having a mounted scope
Craig: hehe never mind
Me: But Jan, I would've pegged him for a gamer...
Craig: Oh really? *Looking at Jan as he messes with the scope*
Jan: I think I heard've that thing...but yeah, T.C. was the shit...
Craig: hehe
Jan: Wish I had something like this back in the...
*Ginger looked a bit concerned and annoyed somewhat*
Ginger: Erm... stop messing with it Jan... please?
Jan: Christ, don't worry, I know what I'm doing, babe
Ginger: yeah...but that thing looks a little...
Craig: Oh don't worry; I'm sure it's been tested....
*Jan flicks around some switches, now it was Luke's turn to have his say*
Luke: Jan...don't play around with science....
*Ignores him*
Jan: Bro, I said relax...
Luke: Jan, I'm warning you...you don't know what that can do...
Craig: *Taking on the groups concern* Yeah, I think you may have to stop it...
*Jan turns around*
Jan: Luke...I've had my share of tinkering around with things...and this little beauty is certainly one of them...so, if you don't fuckin' mind… stop treating me like a fuckin' baby!
Craig: *I step back a little*
*I looked on, confused as to what to do or say*
*The scope made a few electronic noises and whirring sounds*
Jan: *Quickly points his index finger over* See? Besides, it's not like some fuckin' death ray...
*On those words it fires straight at him with a pinkish beam.*
Jan: AGH!
*I cry and gasp out*
Ginger: Jan! Agh!
*Everyone gasps, as it hits Jan right in the chest. The beam's force sent him sliding against to the adjacent wall.*
*The scope slowly shuts down.*
Jan: *drowsy* aww, fuck.. me.. *Trying to get back up.*
Me: Careful now…
Luke: I'm not going to say it Jan...
Jan: *hazy* good...
Craig: You ok?
Jan: Fan...fuckin'...tastic...
Me: Craig, what in the world was that kind of beam? You didn't say what it does
Craig: Well that's the thing.... I've heard that it's a sort of experimental item to change matter size...but I never really believed it
Me: Matter size?? As in either..grow or...shrink?
Jan: *getting wind of what I said, and still hazy sounding* Wha...?
Craig: *nodding* but there should be a setting or a switch somewhere *I look all over
the scope*
*I caught Luke's passing thought of hoping to God that it wasn't set on "grow"*
Craig: Phew......it's set to shrink... although
Me: Ayp!
*Ginger looked over to Jan quickly*
Ginger: Erm...Jan?
Jan: Wait, wha??
Steve: It's started...
Me: Hah... *feeling some movement of retracted limbs and lightness* H-he's starting to shrink!
*And this change came about faster than what I've experienced.*
Ginger: Jan!!
Craig: Ah...erm... yeah we best keep an eye on him...
*his height shrank down to six inches*
Ginger: *Ginger stooped and got on her knees* Jan... you're so small..
Jan: *rambling* What the hell's going on?! How did you a get so damn big!?
Luke: Actually...how did you get so SMALL?!
*I giggled at that*
Jan: God dammit!!
*Ginger placed her hand out to him*
*I could've sworn it was like a mouse or a chipmunk swearing*
Jan: Hey, what the fuck?? This ain't funny!!
Craig: Actually ...hehe... it kinda is... you sound like Alvin on speed HEHE
Jan: Aww, shut the fuck up!!
Me: Well, you'd think it was funny if it happened to someone else...
Steve: You DID get yourself into this mess
Jan: *sighing* Yea, whatever...
Craig: No whatever, dude....we'll get ya back to normal.... it's just judging it *looking at the scope again*
Ginger: Hop onto my hand, hun...
Jan: Better fuckin' do so...
*still with her hand out for him*
*Jan climbs up in Ginger's hand, as she raises it higher to her chest and she stands back up*
Jan: *He looked over to her chest, now wide eyed, hypnotized* Second thought... take the time you need...
Ginger: ¬.¬ If you keep that up...
Jan: *Jan looks up* Or what... *smiling*
*picking him up by the scruff of his neck, as he hung by his top*
Jan: Hey!! *squirming* No fair... you don't see me grabbing you by the knockers...
*Ginger stuffs her other pinky finger in his mouth*
Me: So much for being in control now if you think about it...
Craig: Hehe
*Jan mumbles and scuffles*
Ginger: Behave!
*He was tempting to bite her pinky, but now realizing my words and knowing there's not much a six-inch vampire could do, he scratched that*
Ginger: better....
*She takes her pinky back out*
Jan: I'm just saying you have a nice rack, Ging...
Ginger: Ah! *she drops him down her cleavage, to keep him quiet*
Jan: mrrph!!
*There was a bit of movement under her blouse, but now settled, I didn't need to read his mind to know what he was thinking*
Craig: *I raise an eyebrow and whisper to the others* horny bugger hehe :P
Me: *Luke sighs agreeing*
Craig: I'm guessing I'll get used to that if I'm hanging around you guys?
Me: Yep. Just make sure you have some common grounds...
Craig: ...such as?
*Ginger petted where Jan lay under her blouse, grinning*
Me: Uhh...boobs? And also games
Craig: hehe and maybe the odd bit of swearing :P
Me: that too
Craig: hehe he'd be an older bro to me LOL
Me: hehe. Assuming he tolerates you as a human
Craig: He might... ya never know
Me: But what about the scope ray?
Craig: Well, I'm guessing that this little switch here *pointing at a small green one* is the size adjustment...
Me: So it would feature a reverse or grow option?
Craig: Bingo! ...erm..think he's ready? *Pointing to Gingers boobs*
*Jan was doing a bit of purring it seemed*
Craig: ...or shall we leave him to it for just a little longer?
Ginger: *Ginger giggled* Stop tickling...
Craig: hehe
Me: He's not near your..is he?
*Ginger could only giggle*
Me: Well...maybe a little while...I mean, when's the next time he'll get an opportunity like this?
Craig: true... hehe
Me: If anything, he would think messing with the scope was worth it after all
Craig: hehehe
Me: *I then turned to Luke* You seem quiet, Hun...
Luke: Huh? Oh, sorry hun...just...thinking
Me: Oh..okay
*Luke thought about Craig's involvement... He'd need training too perhaps? OR maybe even the technician type? ....he needed a role*
Craig: Well Jan might be in there forever the rate he's going
*Technician type? Well, Craig fits that part*
Craig: Think you could...disturb him a little?
Ginger: Erm....
Me: Yeah...I'm sure it's nice for him and all, but we do need full sized
people...unless we come across those that are born tiny
Craig: Hehe the borrowers . I think you need to get him out of there, Ging hehe
Ginger: erm... *looking down her top* hunny...time to be big again...
*there was a light groan*
Ginger: no ifs or buts...
*Jan whispers something to her, something about his "package" and "bigness"...*
Ginger: Don't be so rude! hehe
Craig: hehe :P
*Ginger plucks the tiny younger Valentine brother out of her blouse, places him in front of the green screen and steps back*
Craig: Right erm...you ready Jan?
Jan: Ready's as I'll ever be...
Craig: Aaaaand...contact! *flicks the switch as it rumbles and fires another pink bolt at him*
*Crackling and whirring noises were heard, as Jan started growing back. We all watched on as he grew fairly quickly and hopefully not another inch more *
Craig: *He rounded off at his original height* Phew... sorted...
Jan: Who the fuck says "contact"? *In gesture, readjusting his cap to see how well it fits, thinking to himself if the cap was looser than normal*
Craig: I fuckin' say contact!
Jan: *Jan grins his famous grin* Fuckin' course you do, dude…
Craig: Ha! *grins back*
Steve: Good job kid.. *pats me on the back*
Craig: Thanks... erm..
*I looked back over at Steve, who was quiet for the most part, but seemed to enjoy what
was going on*
Steve: Something tells me this guy right here may be very valuable *Giving me a noogie*
Craig: Agh, easy, don't mess the do... lol
Luke: *Luke walks over* Welcome aboard, Craig... You have a lot to learn
Me: This could actually be a lot of fun now having you around, Craig
Craig: Really?
Me: Although, it would've been interesting to say the least if you saw everything that happened between Luke and I *hugging at his side*
Craig: Oh really? *raising an eyebrow and grinning, looking at Luke*Is this something I MUST hear? :P
Me: Well...nothing like sex at the moment, if that's what you're thinking
Craig: Please, I'm not THAT dirty minded hehe
Me: Alright
*Months rolled on after this first meeting. Having learned some fighting skill from Luke, and gained a small lab to work in, Craig quickly became the tech-guy of the team. Steve also helped with some spells and such, which lead him to create his latest invention*
Craig: Ah! Done!
Luke: What have you made this time? *walking over to take a peek*
Craig: Biomechanical nanites fused with one of the spells Steve gave me *holding up a
small metal tube*
Luke: Hmm... impressive..Allie take a look at this...
*I was sitting by and got up, looking over Luke's side*
Craig: These little things in this tube SHOULD protect against some spells and evil
attacks.
Me: Wow...how terrific...who knew you'd have a knack for science?
Craig: Hehe.... it's a gift ^_^ hehe
Me: A gift?
Luke: Hmm...have you tested this out yet? *analyzing the tube*
Craig: Not fully.... I don't actually have a guinea pig to try it out on...
Me: Unless you were thinking I be the piggie for this?
Craig: Well... *blushing a little* only if you want to... I have a few things to try out first - just a few attack spells...
Me: Hmm...*lip to my finger, looking a bit into his thoughts but found nothing about the latest invention*
Luke: This is really up to you, hun.... I'll stand by your choice.
Craig: And count me in, if something goes wrong I'll figure out how to sort it out
Me: What does it exactly do or supposed to do Craig?
Craig: Well the nanites run through your body, detecting any outward magic and the like. It should then create a barrier to stop it
Me: So it would do the work right away on the inside?
Craig: Exactly
Me: Well, eventually, we need to be prepared whatever comes our way
Craig: If you're uncomfortable with it, I can always find another method. This just seems to be the safest
Me: Yes, I mean, I want to be helpful and all, but some things have to be taken into consideration, especially when trying new things
Craig: And it's your choice....
*Luke cuddles you with a comforting grin*
Craig: But what I'll do is; now I'll head out for some more supplies...shouldn't be too long *picking up my backpack and skateboard*
Craig: *opening the door* Have fun, you two
Me: hee
Craig: *I quickly hurry away, slamming the door as the muffled sound of a skateboard rolling off is heard*
Luke: hmm... well I trust his logic.... in theory that could work...
*he points at the tube and hands it to you*
Me: Ah, thank you...I guess you could tell I wanted to try it...
Luke: Just a little...and I'm guessing you read his mind too? All I got was that you swallow that; made up of a glucose concentrate too so it should be sweet.*opening the container and looking in* ...and it's pink...
Me: pink, eh? Except I didn't see exactly what the nanites in the formula were supposed to do
Luke: Neither did I....but I think Craig knows what he's doing
Me: I know he wouldn't do harm on purpose
Luke: True.... and knowing him, he's probably got a backup plan...
Me: Yes, I mean all technicians should have backups
Luke: Hehe
Me: At least it won't taste bitter...*eying the tube*
Luke: *sniffs* hmmm...smells like cotton candy... pretty sweet I guess..
Me: a strong smell too
*nodding*
Me: Okay...I try it...
Luke: *cuddles with one arm* Good luck, Allie
Me: hee, wonder if I'll need it... *I bring to tube to my lips, nervousness under my
skin and chest, and I sipped it down*
*Luke continued to grin*
*Looking over him, curious now as to why he still has that grin on as I drank it down*
Luke: Good? *He still grinned, then walked over to the spell written down on a scrap of paper*
Me: It doesn't taste *smack* like cotton candy though...more like...funnel cake
Luke: Hmmm....maybe different to other people? *scanning the spells*
Me: it could just be
Luke: Hmmm..feel different at all?
*Luke walks over with the scrap of paper in his hand.*He quickly attempts a blast with a spell, the purple smoke disintegrating upon contact with your body*
Me: Whoa!
*lifting my hands and looking at them*
Luke: Wow....it really does work... let's try this one... UGH! *another short blast of blue energy this time - it to disintegrates*
Me: Whoo
Luke: I think he's actually cracked it! This stuff could help us out incredibly *Luke grinned in amazement*
*Luke walks closer and gives a tight squeezing hug*
Me: Whoo! *feeling the hug* I feel hungry all of a sudden
Luke: Really? Shall I fix you something up? A sandwich?
Me: A sandwich...some chips...something to drink...something sweet to eat... *it felt like I was rambling on*
Luke: My, you really are hungry... *Luke walks to the kitchen to gather this order up from the kitchen* Pity Ginger isn't around.... she could have made you something good up...
Me: *I walk out of the lab room to meet him in the kitchen* Don't worry about Ginger; if I could I could make something
Luke: Already done *he had quickly made a sandwich, found a bag of chips, as well as a fresh soda and a slice of chocolate cake from the refrigerator*
Me: Thank you hun
Luke: Welcome *giving you a hug*
Me: hee
Luke: I wonder what Jan, Steve and Ginger are doing right now? That little daytrip out may be a good thing though
*holding your hand as he walks into the bedroom, everything was on a tray ready for you*
*I'd eaten my sandwich already*
Luke: *Luke lay on the bed* Whoa...that was gone pretty quickly...
*laughing, then opening the chips bags and almost munching beyond my polite manner*
*Luke shot an astonished look... How could you be this ravenous? It didn't seem logical
at first...trying to sense something in the room....but nothing came. Yet at the back of his mind something was creeping in. A sense of acceptance?*
*If I was Garfield or a cartoon character, the food easily chews and disappears inside my mouth*
*He had a soft urge to rub your tummy, just look at you in awe; and he did so*
Me: Hrmm? *cake still in my stuffed mouth* *Swallows*
Luke: *Luke chuckled lightly and grinned* All done?
Me: umm...well...
Luke: well.... ? Surely you don't want more?
*Luke was intrigued. How could you be hungry? "I should help her to stop the hunger" seemed to be the first thought to pop into his head...*
Luke: Allie...didn't Craig invent a prototype for something a while back?
*He stood up, ready to look for it*
Me: A hic prototype?
Luke: Yes...for multiplication of items...I think he stopped building it though...complications... *he wanders off back to the small lab, looking for it*
Luke: Ahh...I think I've found it *returning with a large metallic box*
*It had a small conveyor belt attached to the bottom, one side labeled 'in', the other labeled 'out'*
Me: *I knit my brows* That looks like a weird invention...
Luke: Very plain....but it is a prototype...
*Luke quickly heads to the kitchen and returns with a slice of the cake*
Me: I don't know what it is...but my stomach is still aching for food
Luke: *Luke looked concerned. He then slid the cake slice into the prototype and turned it on. A few small chugs started it up as the belt dragged the slice in. With a light ping, the slice came out of the other side* Hmmm... *Picking up the slice, he placed it on a plate near you* I wonder why he stopped building this? Seems to work fine, baring no multiple cakes...*With another ping, another slice popped out* Hmm? Ok...so maybe it does work...
Me: That's what it does?
Luke: Replicates items, and I'm guessing food too
Me: He has no idea how this could settle world hunger now
Luke: *Luke picks up the slice and puts it on the plate with the first* True...but if he stops making something, there's usually complications...
*He places the prototype on the dresser next to you, then lies beside you, rubbing your tummy*
Luke: That better? *his voice seemed softer*
Me: hah *gasping out*
*He continued to rub, another slice pinged out*
*My mind went "oh my"*
Me: Is that the problem you're talking about?
Luke: Hmmmm I don't think that's the problem
Me: Could I have a slice of that then?
Luke: I would think so...
*Luke picks up a slice and places it near your mouth*
Luke: Come on hun...
*he let you have the slice, as he gave a quick peek on the cheek - a warm grin on his face**peck*
Me: mmm chew
Luke: Hehe...would you like another?*already picking it up*
Me: *Nodding*
*he slowly feeds you that one, a few pings heard from the machine*
Me: mmm
*he began to softly nuzzle on your neck, letting you help yourself to the slices. Luke
couldn't understand what was coming over him....yet...he seemed to enjoy it*
Luke: Would you like more? *nibbles*
*I grabbed my hands on the plates, chewing all the way*
*You had already started to gain from the first cake. As though each slices fat contained had tripled, perhaps more - so each slice was around 20lbs of weight added. Your belly skin had started to show, but everything hung on snuggly*
Luke: *soft voice emerged* my, you are getting quite big...and I like it...
*I don't know what's coming over me either, slowly becoming an eating machine, but enjoying how much I was eating. Luke nibbled at your belly and teased a little. My head started to whirl, hearing how Luke was liking this*
Luke: Are you going to stop? *nibbles you softly, then looking up from your now huge jiggling belly, peeking over your plumped breasts*
Me: Please, some more...
*the pings from the machine came a little faster this time. Everything seemed to slowly emerge; roll upon roll of fat, a double chin forming and softening your face. Luke lay next to you massaging your huge stomach, occasionally giving you a quick kiss between bites*
Luke: *reading your mind* You're enjoying this...aren't you?
*Was this a sort of heaven now? Being fed constantly and of something I love, while being pampered? By now, just really letting myself go and become "bigger"?*
Luke: Do you want to be bigger? *nibbling* It could go on...
*There wasn't much I could, and it just felt so...wow..., by then I allowed this to happen. By now around 300, maybe 400lbs heavier than I once was, the extra pounds weighed down on me, along with the mattress, my body bloomping out as I ate*
Luke: *chuckling softly* More, yes? *nibbling and teasing away*
Me: Rmm *feeling the nibbles*
*Those role plays from the past now coming true. Why was Luke doing this now? He's the most logical and level-headed in the group*
Luke: *He played with your fattening body, by now it was 600lbs. Occasionally teasing a nipple poking from under your shirt, and biting your neck playfully. Was this what he REALLY felt? Either way, it was good.*
Luke: Hehehe...you're so big, Allie....
Me: hmmm *softly sighing, feeling another body on me, whether I did it or not* urp*I moaned and shook by the nipple touch. With a quick grin, he teased the nipple again, over and over*
*The moaning came from down my throat*
Luke: *Knowing you were enjoying it, he continued, his touch sending an electric
feeling in you*
Me: EeE!
Luke: You are amazing....
Me: *I felt so huge and jiggly* Amazing?
Luke: Very much so... *jiggling you softly*
Me: Ooh!
Luke: *nibbling, teasing away, he had as much enjoyment as you*
*My beau then continued the feeding for me*
Luke: *slipping each cake into your eager mouth, you plumped up further* So huge....so
massive.... *nibbling*
Me: chew chew *licking my lips*
Luke: I...I.... *he stammered - he never did, but somehow.... - he just had to keep feeding you*
Me: chew *what was he gonna say?*
Luke: *feeding you, he just let it out, with a huge jiggling cuddle* I love you Alison....
Me: Chew *mouthfuls* But I know you love me...
Luke: Even more now though.... *jiggling, nibbling, teasing and feeding away*
Me: Even more?!
Luke: *with a grin* yes.... *with another slice fed* ...and there's so much of you to
love now...*he playfully bit your neck and tummy*
Me: heee *my large body expanded among the bed frame, stuck in a permanent sit position*
Luke: *he caressed your body, running his hand down your neck, along your breasts and tummy - everything jiggling softly*
Luke: Bigger, hun....
*his touches felt more sensitive on me*
*he rolled on top of you, rubbing more and more, still feeding you slice after slice*
Me: hmmm Chew chew
*kissing from your expanded cleavage to your neck. The bed started to groan and creek, my feet outstretched and connected to my large, large puffy legs*
Luke: *kiss* keep going Allie.... *kiss kiss*
*Luke really loved to see me gain? No doubt, my girth was passed 600 pounds; with arms stuck outward and wiggling*
*It was as though he unlocked a new part of him. Wanting to see you gain more and more seemed a priority. He continued to feed you, enjoying every second as you neared a ton*
*I chewed and chewed along, Luke now taking the place of Frisky the loompette*
*With a loud crack, the bed legs gave way. Luke held on for dear life as he fed you the last slice of cake, the prototype machine shutting down*
Me: ooofff!
Luke: Agh! *wobbling on top of you* wow.... that really is the only word that can describe you at this moment...
Me: very hic wow?
Luke: Incredibly wow *he still nibbled away on your fattened mass*
Me: I think urp the tables have now turned hic for us
Luke: Very much so....now you know how I felt so long ago in that diner *running his finger along your chest*
Me: hee, except you didn't enjoy it much...
Luke: True.... different with you, as it seems
Me: but now I broke the bed...
Luke: Not a problem *he crawled nearer to you, just looking into your eyes*
Me: did you mean the love for me?
*nodding slowly, he softly kissed you on the lips, fumbling a little lying on top of you*
Me: *Then are you an FA? That you like BBW's?*
Luke: *Telling you back through telepathy* I think we've unlocked a new side to me...
and if I'm like this as your friend, what if I was your foe?
Me: *In a lot of trouble?*
*releasing the kiss he nodded*
Me: rmmm Then...you must really be one after all.
*He nodded, still in silence*
Me: Wow...*something was happening inside me, either in my head or around me, almost like that things were falling into place, that I'm getting all I wanted in life but never thought I could because of how far-fetched it was. Right now, and who knows for how long, I was a ton, broke the bed and Luke, suave and sophisticated, really loves me*
Craig: *there was a quick opening of the door in the hallway* Hello? Ah.... *Looking around* did those nanites work ok?
Luke: Erm....yes....you could say that....
Craig: *opening the door* Well I just figured out what may ha-......-ppen.... o.o *I dropped my bag and 'board to the floor* o.o
*So much for being discreet I thought*
Craig: *Raising an eyebrow* well this is.....a sight...
Luke: ...and I can explain about the prototype
Craig: *sighs* what came over you Luke?...wait...actually I don't want to know.... because I'm guessing your answer would be the same as mine....right?
*Luke grinned*
Craig: *walking over and softly poking your side* so that's...all you?
Me: ohho!
Craig: *I grinned and poked again* I guess it is....I've RP'ed this but never actually calculated it happening...
Me: Me too
Craig: Well you can't stay this way for long...
*I shake my head*
Craig: ...you wouldn't be much use to us unless we rolled you at a horde hehe
*Luke chuckled and smiled at you*
Me: could work at one point...
Craig: It'll be up there in the plans. Let me just get the stuff to turn you back
*wandering off to the small lab again*
Me: wow hun, who knew a vampire would be an FA?
Luke: hehe.... more to nibble ;) on hehe
Me: ohhh *smirk*
Craig: *I quickly return with a blue vial of liquid* You'll have to drink this and you
may want to get off her Luke...could be a bumpy ride :S
Luke: bumpy? hmmm *he quickly kisses you* I'll be right back honey *clambering off you to stand at bedside*
Me: ok dear
*Sitting next to you, to help you drink the liquid. Letting you sip it down, until it was finished - I step back, waiting for this bumpy ride. There was a faint rumble inside of you, making you feel full*
Me: Oohh
Luke: Er...Craig? Are you sure that was the right stuff?
Craig: Yeha....why?
Luke: She seems to be...getting bigger...
Craig: All part of the effect....how much cake did you give her?
Luke: Many...
Craig: Ah.....that's a lot of fullness then *standing back as you filled up bit by bit*
*the fullness spread all over quickly*
Me: OOh, what's going on??
Craig: Don't panic...everything will be fine in a sec
*the fullness slowed.....then there was some relief as you gradually shrank back down
slowly*
Me: oooh....
*the weight loss continued, the fat bubbling away slowly but surely. I "lowered" down,
like a deflating mattress*
Craig: Should be safe to get closer now *edging towards you, as did Luke*
Luke: Nearly there hun
*Your body reverted to normal size*
Me: Whooa
*Luke hugged you tightly*
Me: mmm. Thanks for coming to our aide, Craig
Craig: No probs. I don't wanna say what could of happened.... in theory...would spoil
the moment :S
Me: Oh?
Craig: *nodding* Very strong things, those nanites.... but whatever they're inside, it has a limit let's say.
Me: You mean something like this could happen again?
Craig: *nodding* and there's no telling what could happen...you could keep growing or
you could...well... :S
Me: oh...*I hugged Luke closer*
*He tightened*
Craig: But I'll make sure that doesn't happen
Me: *Tightening my lips in, trying to hold back crying*
Craig: ...which was what my supply run was for... I'm going to make something that can prevent it from happening
Me: *meekly smiling as I held to Luke like a little child* O-otherwise...the others could face this...
Craig: I'll work on changing the nanites too, probably a programming error *I grin and walk out the room, getting ready to work*
Chapter 8: Chew on This
Summary:
The group is confronted with Dok on an expedition. Allie starts "stepping up".
Chapter Text
Craig: *I hurriedly climb the mountainside, laptop in one hand. I walk up quickly, excited as my laptop beeps. After some research months before we had discovered that one artifact could aid in the fight* We're nearly there guys...
Steve: Hold up, I'm gettin' too old for this....
Me: Here, let me help you at your side, Uncle Steve
Ginger: *Ginger panted and puffed* I hate hills....especially this one!!
Steve: Thanks Allie
Allie: Welcome
Jan: *huffs* you're telling me babe!
*Luke helped you with Steve*
Allie: Thanks Lukie
Jan: feels like I'm fuckin' being burned alive...again!
Craig: *I just stared at the top of the mountain, the beeping getting louder and quicker*
Allie: *Calling* Is it close?
Luke: Nearly there, everyone....
Craig: Very close. Just at the top of this ridge *pointing. I disappear over the top and shout* It's here!!
Ginger: It better be *huff*
Allie: *Heavily sighing* I also agree
*everyone reaches the top, a small shrine stood in front of a small stone shelter*
*kicking myself mentally for not buying insolated support slips for my sneakers*
Steve: ahh...phew... *taking a seat on a near rock* I'm not as youthful as I used to be hehe *wiping his brow with a handkerchief*
Allie: Oh! *groaning a bit, getting the closest rock, easing a bit*
Luke: You alright hun? *kneeling next to your feet*
Allie: feet hurt a bit...and some rough spots
Luke: *Luke rose one of your feet, lightly massaging your ankle* This any better?
Allie: but I've always been used to it since I walked a lot, without a car….SIGH
*He slipped your shoe off and massaged along, further down*
Allie: Aahhh *It felt so much like heaven then*
*Luke carried on massaging, then moving to your other foot*
*I turned around to a bushel of bushes and for a moment, I thought I saw something familiar; many lenses, odd blonde hair cut...then it was gone. I tilted my head back in an ecstasy fashion*
*Luke grinned and continued to massage your feet, which looked very sore*
Craig: *I stood admiring the artifact*
Luke: You just take a break hun.. *sitting next to you, cuddling with the one arm*
Allie: Sure thing...hehe *I looked over at the bushes again*
Luke: * looked too* Is there something there?
Allie: No...I thought I saw something before...
Luke: Hmmm.. what did it look like?
Allie: It looked like a person, or at least thought it looked like a person
Luke: Hmm?
Allie: Except it looked so bright, it was hard to tell anything else...but I wonder...then again
Luke: Well, is it gone now? *Looking a little closer* I don't see anything there...
Allie: It's probably gone, whatever it is, but it seemed familiar
*everyone composed themselves*
Luke: You must be right....and whatever it was it'll come back around eventually...
Allie: Yes
*Craig walks over to the group, Ginger wandering about on her own*
Craig: *I read from the laptop of how the artifact was cursed, protected to ensure that it wasn't in the wrong hands*
*Up ahead was the shrine, covered in bright glowing blue lines, above shone an equally blue hue, It seemed to shone in Ginger's eyes, giving in an aqua blue color*
Craig: So Steve, gonna need ya to get the book on this one..do some reversals and such...
Steve: Yeah, I can do that...just let me catch my breath a little...
Craig: *I continued to chat to the group, making sure everything was good...then realizing...* Hey...where's Ginger?
*We all look in the direction of the shrine, Craig nearly dropping his laptop in the process*
*She was tempted to grab the jewel, glistening by itself* I bet this would make a nice necklace *Her hands wrapped around gem and pulled it away*
Craig: Ginger!!! Don't pick it up!!!
*It was too late; the jewel was already in her hands, her arms stretched outward and viewing its glow*
Craig: *Quickly walking over* It's cursed! Didn't you hear me...say... ju... *I looked down at her chest*
Steve: *Steve just put his face in his hands* Oh Ginger...
Ginger: What?
*Jan seemed to take note better than anyone*
*Luke looked on, just placing his hand on my shoulder*
Craig: Erm..you're er....
Allie: What is it?
Craig: Erm..Jan..tell her *just walking off shaking my head*
Allie: What's going on hun?
*Ginger looked abaft*
Craig: *I place my laptop down, mumbling to Steve to get some spells ready - it was about to become a big problem*
Craig: *Walking back over* Jan? You ok?
*Jan stared off, not hearing him*
Allie: Luke, what's going on!
Craig: Errr... Ginge.... you might want to take a look down at yourself...
*Luke nodded*
*Upon looking down, she noticed something moving out of her chest, and realized it was HER CHEST*
*Steve flicked through the pages of the book, everyone just watching on as Ginger's chest expanded*
Luke: *Luke read my mind and chuckled quietly* That kid.... always thinking of how it would look on other people... *he grinned*
*She screamed out, a shrill of despair*
Allie: What was that?
Craig: Calm down Ginge! Your uncle's looking for something to sort it out
Allie: What are you talking about Luke?
Ginger: *wavering* Eh...eh...
Craig: *He whispered about my thought of how it would look on a few people I know - namely you and my girlfriend*
*Jan had a bit of dribble down his side lip*
Allie: O.O oh
Craig: *I turned to Jan, snorted a little then gave him a slap on the arm* Lost in there, huh?
*Ginger's boobs quickly grew 3 cups sizes bigger than they once were, and still growing. Ginger held her burgeoning boobs in her hands, heaving them up for support*
Craig: Jan..help her out man!
Jan: What now?
Craig: *I was a little annoyed at his daze* Your girlfriend's in need of help and all you can do is just mong out at her boobs? *a little laugh crept in at the end*
Jan: *He burred, trying to focus his attention* Wouldn't you man?
*By now Ginger's boobs resembled large watermelons under her t-shirt*
Jan: Alright, alright...
Craig: *I had a slight grin* Yeah I s'pose ...but still...
*He approached his girl, which seemed a bit closer in part to her huge mammories. Knowing the one thing he could do...he held around the areolas...and did something that made everyone shout almost simultaneously*
All: No, not that, Jan!!!
*Jan dropped his shoulders in annoyance and held onto where her hands are now*
Craig: Right...any luck Steve?
Steve: Yeah, just found it *standing and reading as he walked toward the couple*
Jan: Hey, uh...babe..how are you hold...no, no...it'll sort itself out I suppose...
Ginger: well it better!! I can stand an extra size, but not the porn star look!
Craig: *I chuckled a little then turned to Luke - he knew what I was thinking; the same as earlier, but hinting that he may have enjoyed it to if it was a different person who had picked the blue stone up*
Allie: *Calling to his mind back* What about me?
*Ginger's boobs kept growing, now nearing beach ball size and stretching her t-shirt tight*
Ginger: Guys, help! This is SO embarrassing!
Steve: Hold your horses!! *he read on, mumbling Latin under his breath - a turquoise aura forming around Ginger*
*She looked around the aura forming*
Steve: *Steve stopped mid-read* How you feelin', Ginge?
*Her breasts seemed to feel a little lighter, but still "stood" out*
*He keeps the chant up, letting the weight of them vanish, but the shape remained*
Steve: Right...that's all I can do for now...
Craig: *I shrug and go back to my laptop*
Ginger: Oh! Uncle Steve *near crying/sobbing*
Steve: Ginger, you shouldn't mess with stuff you don't know about... you were like this when you were younger; we told you then - didn't stick...
Ginger: I know, Uncle Steve, I know *feeling bad and forlorn*
*He tried to give her a hug, but for 2 obvious obstacles this was difficult. She remembered back in his cottage as a little girl about getting bitten by a two headed baby snake*
*Luke began to hear a rustling nearby, the rustling in a bush nearby became louder*
Luke: Hmmm..... *he focused his sight on the bush, trying to make out the figure*
Allie: What is it dear?
Luke: I think that thing you saw is back....and I recognize it *slowly standing up and walking over*
Luke...
*A confused look on his face.... he plucked up the courage to say...*
*I saw him reaching down and grabbing something*
Luke: Dok? *grabbing some white fabric*
Dok: *Dok stood up, adjusting his glasses* Yes? Hello zere, Luke... I see you've found zee stone of zee Mamorian tribe? *pointing to Ginger, tutting*
*Jan quickly got in front of Ginger, for protection but in a pose that says "MINE"*
Craig: *I walk over to you, whispering* Another person you know?
Allie: He's...familiar
*Dok was right there, in the flesh and Luke was at the first moment way back, but yet my fan girl drive isn't kicking in*
Dok: *Do tutted at Jan* Oh now... I know how to revert zee girl to normal, so if you could just...stand aside?
Allie: *Whispering* What?
Dok: *Dok heard you on that* I can change zis woman here *pointing to Ginger* back, make her chest a little more...manageable
Craig: How? *I asked, trying to see if there was anything on my laptop PC on this*
Dok: Well, you haven't been zee only one researching zis stone... And I've seen a few people attempt to steal it, and fail with chests much larger than yours... Hmph! and after a few attempts, I have zis! *taking a small blue pill from his coat pocket*
Jan: *nasty sounding* What's the catch? Ya know...I think that's what you said then you told me the chip in my fuckin' skull wouldn't blow me up
Doc: Hmmm.....that was....a miscalculation... *grinning a little*
Craig: *Feebly trying to calm this situation out I raise my hand* I...I-I could analyze the pill...just to be on the safe side?
Jan: *almost in audible* no shit
Allie: *Only to Luke in mind* Luke, how far should we trust Dok?
Dok: Hmmm.... just to prove zee point, yes?
Luke:* speaking back in mind* Personally, I wouldn't trust him an inch..... but I changed...maybe he can too?
Allie: *In mind* I don't know...something feels.. off
Luke: * in mind* Off?
Allie: *In mind* Yeah
Dok: very well zen *handing me the blue pill I place it in a small compartment installed on the laptop*
Luke: *In mind* How so? He may seem incredibly shifty...
Craig: *My laptop churned away, I tap at the keys analyzing the data*
Allie: *In mind* And shifty could be a bad thing too
Craig: *I just looked at the laptop monitor; it couldn't decide whether the pill would help or hinder the situation - it did say it was made up of fragments of the stone, but nothing else...*
Ginger: Craig, hurry, these things here are still heavy
Craig: I'm trying Ginge, it's taking time...
*Dok just grinned, his arms folded*
Craig: *I sat at my laptop as it churned, analyzing the pill* It coming up with nothing on this....
Steve: Keep trying...
*While researches were going and Ginger left almost immobile, I peeked into Luke's mind, a part of his memory from back when I ended up dreaming about him. I'm taken back to where his legs were been painfully reattached again, I then see a needle puncturing the back of his neck, and injected into a tube marked the same as a row of vials, with the labels "GH: LV51"*
Allie: *What could the symbol mean? GH?...*
*There were small conversations going in that memory too; something about what Luke produces in his body naturally and what caused this one particular ability...how tall or short he is...being a very tall child at 10 years old...how it can be transplanted by injection of even saliva from the gums of his teeth... So that's what GH means: Growth Hormones...and Luke dealing with it all this time, why he feels self-conscious of size changing*
Craig: *I just furiously tapped at my laptop keys* there's only one thing that makes sense...it's a dud, surely...
Luke: A dud?
*Meanwhile, everyone focusing on the laptop, Dok managed to sneak around. With a quick lunge he shoved Jan out of the way and grabbed Ginger from behind, holding her captive as sorts*
Allie: *I looked over* What the??
*I then guessed Doc wasn't the weakest looking member of Millennium after all*
Dok: Ahhh hehe...*holding something to Ginger's neck...a syringe?*
Allie: I knew you couldn't be trusted! Even if you were a fav character!
Dok: Ahh don't be so stereotypical.. I only suggest that zee girl is a perfect subject for testing *breathing on her neck a little* Now stand back or else I'll pump her up just a tad more *hinting at the syringe*
Craig: Let her go!!! *I just yelled* Or...or.... *I struggled for a reason*
Jan: Old rotting bastard!
Dok: *Dok shot a bad look at Jan* Now you wouldn't vant to say that...
*I thought back "saliva?" as in, also sharing some when kissing? I wonder...at least quickly*
Jan: Let her go! Let her fuckin' go!
*Luke stared on, ready to do something...but what?*
Dok: Ha! Never... *backing off, dragging Ginger with him*
Allie: Lukie, come here a sec...*wagging my finger toward him*
*Even though I've never done anything like this and saliva wasn't my forte, but there was no choice...I pulled him forcefully down to my face where I planted one big smooch on him, trying to do French kissing*
Luke: *Luke's eyes shot open as your tongue entered his mouth* Mmmphmmm
*I hoped doing this would be enough for a transfer, at least a small amount, as I breathlessly pulled out*
Luke: What was...that for? *a look of confusion on his face when...* Ugh...I feel odd....
Allie: Actually...I'm the one...that feels odd... *Even as I spoke, I felt strange. It was like when I shrunk, it was more like I was expanding in ways not thought possible*
*My words to my ears sounded very odd, like it was slightly deep and becoming deeper*
*Everyone looked as you started to grow just a little, jaws slowly widening open*
Allie: Whoa *it felt a little dizzy, sprouting up to ten feet*
Craig: ER... Alison? *I just looked on, jaw to the floor. Even Doc now began to tremble*
*Not as wise and cocky when he extracted hormones now*
*My clothes a bit intact with this surge, I climbed another ten feet*
Steve: Erm... I think everyone should duck for cover....this one could get ugly....
Craig: *I nod and pack up, the others following. All that stood at the mountain top was you, and Doc holding Ginger captive still*
*My hands were shaking as I grew the feeling so out there for words*
Dok: Vhat in the...... *He was in shock, barely registering what had caused this at first...*GH: LV51? ...But...how?
Jan: *from a distance, shouted* It's the Attack of the 50 foot Fattie! *Which he then gave a loud wince, probably Luke hitting him on the head for saying that*
Luke: *Luke gave him a quick slap around the back of the head* ¬.¬
*Everyone looking up as you towered over Doc*
Dok:...ah..ahhhhh *His eyes wide*
*As predicted, sort of, the height stopped at 50 feet up*
Craig: Whoa......
*Without taking any steps, I was close enough to go within reach below*
Dok: Uh ah..vhat are you doing?!
*I reached my arm down and plucked him by the collar of his lab coat, his arms slipping away from Ginger, mesmerized by the towering me*
Dok: *He kicked his legs a little* I demand you put me down zis instant!
Allie: I'm afraid you're not in a position to do that now
Dok: Hmph!
Allie: You're best bet is to hand over the real pill for Ginger....*I then lightly tossed him from my fingers and grabbed him around my entire hand* otherwise....
Dok: Vhoa! Agh! Grrr...and if I don't?
Allie: *I squeezed my hand tighter* Then Millennium loses one faithful scientist
Dok: *Dok winced as he felt a little crushed* ugh..... alright, alright
Allie: You'll give it over?
Doc: Yes-yes-yes!
Allie: Very well then *I tipped my hand over and released my grip so he could move* Drop it to Ginger down there *with my other hand giving him enclosure so he won't try to jump*
Doc: *Doc fidgeted in his lab coat pocket, searching and eventually finding a small blue pill much like the fake* Here! *dropping it for Ginger*
*It landed on top of one of her large breasts, enough for her to grunt and reach for it. She popped it in, swallowing dryly. They wiggled and began to shrink*
Craig: It's working! *I pointed and yelled*
*Jan must have been a little upset*
*Ginger opened her mouth with glee, watching her chest shrink away and now able to see her feet again. We all walked closer and closer with each passing moment her boobs shrank*
Dok: There...now let me GO!!!
Allie: Alright then *gingerly letting my hand sway and turn for him to fall*
Dok: *Dok fell and luckily landed on his feet* Offf! *dusting himself off* So...zee hormone actually verks...
Allie: ...not as well as you think *my voice towering over*
Dok: Perhaps some minor bugs...
Me: Not like any of us would tell you...
Dok: *Dok walks over, kicking at your shoe* Hmmm...amazing...
*I smile mischievously, then gave him a kick in turn, also something out of me*
Dok: *he fell to the floor with a heavy thud* Ugh!! Zat vasn't funny!! *Pointing up angrily, yelling*
Craig: *I stifle a laugh*
*Dusting himself off he fled, yelling the same old stereotypical "I'll get you next time speech". I just rolled my eyes at that one*
Craig: *Steve hugged Ginger* Think we'll see him again?
*Luke nodded slowly, watching on in the distance*
*With everyone back, I kneeled before them*
Jan*Jan hooted* Whooo! Never thought you had it in you, Fat.. uh, Als
Craig: *I looked at Jan... thinking "good call, man...impressed"*
Luke: *Luke walked up to you, and ran his hand along your leg* Alison.... well done, honey...
Allie: *I smiled a big smile, even bigger by comparison* thank you *now scooping him up between my hands, a bracelet dangling*
Luke: You did really well...but how are we going to return you to normal now?
Allie: ...hmm... *To Uncle Steve* Any thoughts?
Steve: Hmmm...well this was science's doing, not magic.... so science should get us out of this one *looking at Craig*
Craig: *Gazing up at my size then realizing everyone was looking at him* Huh? What? Hmmm...lemme consult my laptop *taking a seat and typing* hmmm... anybody got any gum? *I just stared at the screen*
Allie: What??
Craig: Chewing gum...bubble gum...any kind of gum...
Steve: What are you getting at?
Craig: There's something in chewing gum that can reverse it believe it or not....
Jan: are you shittin' us man?
Craig: No shit in this dude....it reacts with the saliva in the subject's mouth
Allie: Fine and dandy, but does anyone have a chewing gum that big?
Craig: Can be the smallest amount, it wouldn't matter since it's a continuous effect *then looking up from my screen* So..does anyone have gum?
Ginger: I do Craig! *Pulling from her pocket*
Craig: Ah perfect! *I snatch the gum and run over to you* Luke, grab this!!
Luke: Lower me down hun *reaching*
Allie: Okay *bringing my hands down again*
*As he is lowered Luke grabs the gum and unwraps it*
Luke: Open wide now
Allie: Aaah
Luke: *He pops the gum in your mouth* :D
*It was like chewing over and over a tiny pea under my teeth*
Craig: *At first there was nothing... then a slight moment of shrinking occurred* Ahhh there we go...
Allie: Ooh! *feeling "tugged" down*
Craig: Keep going
Alliee: *chew*
*the shrinking seemed to speed up*
Allie: Whoa
Luke: I think you should put me down *"growing" in my hand*
Allie: Oh my! *Quickly bringing my hand down*
*Luke dropped, landing on his feet then stepping back a little, giving you room*
*My body tugged deeper inside, closely lowered back to the earth*
*We all watched on as I shrank past 20 feet*
*it was a bit of relief to feel my clothes loosening on me, relieving some frustration I felt earlier*
*Luke grinned as you neared your normal height*
*I could easily stand up now, but Luke was right under my chest. I now slinked down to my normal, small height, I breathed a sigh of relief*
Allie: Wow, it really did work
*Ginger trotted over to me and gave me a surprise hug.*
Ginger: Thank you, thank you! I don't know what to say.
Craig: *Yelling out loud* GROUP HUG!!! HAHA! :D
Allie: Uh oh. :P
Craig: Hehe. :P
*Being the tallest, Luke was mostly head above everyone else in the hugging pack.*
*Luke just grinned as he hugged, looking down on a mass hugging.*
Craig: Ah! Right....looks like that artifact may be a little TOO useful, don't ya think?
Allie: Not unless there's someone else's chest we would immobilize.
Craig: *nodding* Let's head back.
*Walking back down the mountain side.*
Jan: Uh Ginge...is this a bad time say you're bra's showing...?
Chapter 9: Muscle Melts
Summary:
Luke sends up gaining another kind of bulk.
Chapter Text
*Craig as usual plodded on ahead, laptop in hand.*
Craig: Hmmm.... perfect opportunity to test this stuff out... you guys ok? *looking back through the woods.*
Me: I think we are...
Luke: Hehe, yes Craig... you play with your toy there. *Luke carried a large picnic basket.*
Me: *Looking over* Think we actually got enough for you to carry? *Playing with a side of fabric on my skirt.*
Luke: *Luke nodded* Hehe.
*Sighing through my nose.*
Craig: *still trundling off, I talk to you guys, but it seems I'm talking to myself - walking further into the woods I lose you, leaving you and Luke alone*
Me: So...where about is a good place?
Luke: *Luke looks around* hmmm.... this spot right here.... how lucky :D
*I look over*
*unwrapping the blanket Luke laid it down, inviting you to take a seat*
Me: thank you... *normally unsure of where on the ground to take a seat on, not always used to doing these things*
Luke: *He joins you, lying against a tree trunk sighing* so peaceful in here...
*I nod softly*
Luke: ....so quiet and private *he turns, grinning softly*
Me: *swatting a bug away* all except for the bugs around
Luke: True *leaning in slowly*
Me: You have something in mind, don't you?
Luke: Maybe*he continued to lean in* aiming for your lips*
Me: hehe, I think we should dig in, getting a little hungry now
Luke: oh...okay *Luke leaned back and opened up the picnic basket...* Hmmm...what would you like?
*Seeing what he was gonna do, I lean and nudge my head to his shoulder, saying "squee"*
Me: Hmm, seems to be a lot in there
Luke: * giggled* How cute! :D
Me: Hee, I guess it sort of just came out...
Luke: hehe *he grinned and showed you the contents of the picnic* hmmm .... anything in particular?
Me: hmm *pursing lips* not really sure
Luke: Well there's a lot in here.... too much to choose from, perhaps?
Me: yeah, how about you decide, hun? You seem to know what to do on that
Luke: hmmm... ok *reaching his hand in, he pulls out a chocolate cake slight* ah...was hoping for savory...
Me: hehe, oh boy, just like the first time...
Luke: hehe.... *moving in with the slice in his hand* shall I do the honors or....?
Me: you can
*with a grin he held the slice near your mouth, ready for you to munch on*
*giggling a little, I take in a bite*
Luke: * grinned* hehe this is bringing back memories....only there's less of you
Me: *slight swallow* yeah
Luke: *patting your tummy* that extra you was quite nice...
Me: Just hope there's still less of me after we're done
*Luke giggled loudly, and then slowly leaned in again. I thought wow, that loud laughter of his was so sexy...*
Me: and for a tall, thin guy like you to enjoy heavier women...or according to Jan, women at that
Luke: hehe *nodding in agreement he continued to lean in, hoping to connect lip to lip*
*turning my head back, I accidentally locked lips to his, somewhat cold, but very soft, with a light kiss, leaned back a little, grinning and looking into your eyes*
Me: *Kissing away* Knowing what you are now, don't ever change, hun...
Luke: I won't...ever... *he leaned in for another kiss*
*panicked footsteps could be heard in the distance...*
Me: ...and at the most inappropriate time...
Craig: *huffing and puffing* guys.... I've got something!!.....*gasping and just holding myself up* my laptop...it's picking up *puff gasp* a signature...of energy...
Luke: A signature? In which direction?
Craig: *catching my breath I point in the direction I ran from*
Me: Over there? *pointing*
Craig: *nodding and eventually standing up, taking a gulp of air from my asthma inhaler I walk to the energy source*
*Luke stood up and helped you up, following me*
Craig: *With laptop in hand I look at the screen...* it's....gone o.O
Me: No way...
Craig: It was right here.... something red... *I looked in confusion at my laptop*
Luke: something....red? *Luke communicated telepathically with you...*: Stay alert... Looked like someone we thought we had beaten has returned...
Me: *In thought* ...Yeah...especially "red"
Craig: I just don't get it....
*a fizzling noise was lightly produced behind. Luke quickly looked, adopting his martial arts pose, ready for the demon*
Me: *Seeing his reaction, I stand my ground as well*
Craig: *I just look on, confused with my laptop at my side* what the...?
Demon: *fizzing into existence, an echoing laugh was heard as the demon appeared* ahhh! Can't get rid of me THAT easily...
Luke: What do you want?
Demon: Well...the girl *pointing to you* although I've heard...YOU....are quite useful...useful indeed...
*Luke gasped and went wide eyed*
Craig: *whispering* Erm...fight or run and hide?
Me: You won't be happy to know I'm not as timid as I used to be
Demon: So it would seem.... but never mind.... I enjoy a challenge… *he sniggered and charged a blast of energy*
Craig: Holy crap! Duck! *I dive to the ground*
*I try to divert the energy blast*
*Luke ducked too, trying to bring you down*
*An energy shield around me tried to block it off, but the beam was too far in to block away, and I end up going down, knocked out*
Both Luke and I: ALISON!!!
Luke: Grrr...you'll pay for that!!!
Demon: Pay? hehe That's the most PATHETIC thing I've heard...
*Luke growled*
Craig: Luke...calm down....
Luke: NO!
*I crawled over to you to see if you were alright. Luke growled louder and louder*
*my eyes moved and blinked under slow moving eye lids*
Demon: Haha! Come on then! Gimme your best shot, hothead!!
Luke: Do NOT make me angry.... you would NOT like me when I'm ANGRY!!!!
Craig: *I whimper* oh crap....
*Luke's growl seemed to deepen, more ferocious by the second, as his suit seemed to tighten up with muscle mass*
Craig: *Lying down* what...the...fu-...?
Luke: GRRRRRRRR *the seams tearing loudly on his jacket, and his eyes burning redder and redder*
Me: *I blink my eyes open, but my head was still on the ground*
Demon: hehe..... well, well... now I understand why you are so useful....
*Luke panted and growled hard as his body resembled that of a body builder*
*I lolled my head, feeling the worse pain along my back, when I saw what was going on. I think the one in the white outfit was Luke, but he seemed so..."bigger"*
Me: Owiee...*came by pitiful cry of pain, a quick movement of Luke's caught attention that*
Luke: *gruff voice* huh?!
*I nearly pee'd myself in fear at the look in Luke's eyes...*
Luke: *Luke grunted and turned back to the demon* Come on!!!!
Demon: Fine! *hurling another energy bolt at Luke*
Luke: *Luke charged on, growling and screaming as the energy hit him on his shoulder* GRRRRR-AGHHHHHHHH!!! *the blast hit Luke hard but that didn't slow him down at all* GRRRR HAHAAHA!
Demon: oh sh-- *THUMP!!!!* aGHHHH!!!
Me: *slowly* Cr-aig...what's...happening...
Craig: He's whopping ass....in a pro wrestler kind of way.... *I lay and stare on*
Me: who...is...?
Luke: *Luke picks up the demon, repeatedly slamming him hard to the ground* GRAAAAH!!!
Craig: It's Luke.... He's gone all.... Incredible Luke?
Me: Luke?! *saying softly but with an incredulous tone*
Luke: *Stopping his carnage, Luke turns around* huh...? uh... what....happened? *the demon lay battered and bruised, as he fizzled away*
*trying to get up using my arms, but giving a loud yelp from the extreme pain in my lower back, all because I haven't been to the chiropractor in like ages*
Luke: uh *hurrying over and help you up with ease*
Craig: *I get up and examine Luke* extraordinary....
Me: ow...*another pitiful cry as I started to really cry*
Luke: *Luke gulped, knowing he needed to do something...but just couldn't figure out what* uh...UGH.... *Luke felt angry at how he couldn't figure out what to do; frustrated even* grrrrr....
Me: *sobbing* my... back..
Luke: A...A.... Al... *he stared at you, concentrating*
Craig: Let's take her home Luke *a little worried to touch him*
Me: *tears stinging my eyes*
Luke: hmmm... *looking at me... then slowly nodding*
Craig: *I nodded back and lead him home*
*Luke followed, still concentrating and getting frustrated - why couldn't he be his usual self?*
Me: Craig...my back...
Craig: What's wrong? *looking up worried, which worried and confused Luke more*
Me: it's my back...lower back...ow...
Luke: *Luke looked as if he should do something still, concerned for you* H...h....hurt?
Me: *nodding my head, still able to do that* yes...
Luke: D....D..... He did this... to.... *his eyes squinted; he looked like he could hit something VERY hard*
Me: *softly* No, no, not Craig...I think... I fell... on something... back there...
Luke: uhhh..... not Craig...
Craig: *I grinned at him* We'll help her, Luke
Me: *Realizing now that Luke is not the intellectual Luke I know*
Luke: h..help...her....
Craig: *we soon arrive home, Luke making a good job to destroy the door as I fumbled with the keys to get in* Errr...thanks Luke
Me: *But even with a few IQ points down, he was about to recognize me and help/protect me, smiling to myself over that antic*
Craig: *we walk into the living room* Luke.... Put Alison down... softly *thank god I said 'softly'*
Luke: *Luke nodded and lay you down on the couch gently* hmmmmmm
Craig: Allie, I'll just go get a medic kit and stuff....you might be in traction for just a little while...
*Luke squinted...he knew what traction was..... but what?*
Me: or if my lower back is out of whack. I haven't been to the chiropractor in a long time...
Craig: hmmm... wouldn't be a good idea to get that guy round in Luke's state *thumbing in his direction*
Me: But, won't Uncle Steve be back soon?
Craig: Not too sure...but I think he left his book. I'll just go get it :D *running up the stairs*
Luke: hmmm?
Alison Gray: ...sure
*now Luke and I were along again*
Me: I know...you might not remember this from earlier, but I said to you to never change...but...
*Luke looked on, focusing in every word you said.... remembering vaguely*
Me: Try not to think too hard, sweetie. I can't believe I just said that...
Luke: *Luke looked a little confused....then it slowly hit him* hee...heeheee...HAHAHA
Alison Gray: huh? what is it?
Luke: think... too... hard.... hehe...and you said it *lightly poking your chest*
*realizing myself, my smile spread quickly and laughed too*
Me: ahh *feeling the hard poke*
*Luke frowned*
Me: No, it's okay *waving my hand*
Luke: heeee
Me: even your laugh now is even deeper than before
Luke: *Luke growled lightly* heee.... I..... di...diff... ugh
Luke? *trying to move at least my shoulder area up, now thinking back to the scene in the OVA where his legs were shot off and he laughed at how long the staircase was*
Luke: hmmm?
Me: is something wrong? *or unless I was instead seeing it through his eyes in the dream the one night I couldn't tell*
Luke: I ....see....
Me: what?
Luke: stairs.... and....blood.... it....hurts *having trouble wording it at first*
Me: oh, oh...yes...I know what you mean...back when you were...thinner
*It looked as if he was about to cry.... a painful irony*
Me: oohhh...honey....I'm sorry...I didn't mean it in a bad way. Come here....
*Luke mumbled, confused. He leaned in for a hug, still mumbling - trapped behind a wall of minimum IQ*
Me: closer to me...yes, dear *patting him*
*Tears began to roll down his cheeks, his bottom lip quivering like a child's, the tear drop hit either my hair or shirt*
Luke: ugh.... hurts....
Alison Gray: *now my eyes were tearing through small sobs* but, sweetheart...even if you keep these muscles, and intelligence can come back, I still love you
Luke: *Luke sat up, blubbering.... and he managed to say* I.... love you....
Me: Yes...yes...I love you...yes
Luke: *sniffles* I love you....
Craig: *I slowly come down stairs with Uncle Steve's book, not wanting to spoil the moment like I usually do. He clung to you, mumbling 'I love you' over and over quietly*
Me: *I nuzzled against his broad and toned shoulder*
Craig: *I stood half way down the stairs, waving Steve's book*
Me: oh...Luke...someone came back *smiling*
Craig: Hey Luke
Luke: ugh...huh... Craig
Me: Yes
Craig: *nodding* I've got this to help Alison.... and there's maybe something in here to help you too...but I'm not sure...
Luke: help...
Me: Yes...Craig will try to help you
*Luke hummed pleasantly, somehow knowing I would*
Craig: Right...let's sort you back out *reading through the book*
*still held in Luke's grasp, hoping it wouldn't turn out like in one back story of his where he crushed a girl to death via muscle expansion and hugging, but I don't think he would if worded right*
Craig: *finding the page, I began to read the Latin out loud.... a swirling blue and pink mist emerging around you*
Me: aahhhh yessss *it was like the weight from that part of my back all these years was lifted up and bathing in the coolest pool of water I've ever felt* Luke should definitely do this more often
*Luke watched as the mist seeped into your back, noticing how you felt it.... he grinned lightly*
Craig: *I finished the Latin slowly, healing your back* there....how you feel Al?
Me: Oh my god, so much better! *able to gracefully get off the couch and just almost out of my mind do a hands stand*
Luke: hee....heeeeeeehehehe
Craig: *I giggle too, thinking "Wow...so easily amused " *
Me: Whoa...*getting back up* never would I think of doing a hand stand, even at my size
Craig: Hehe....very impressive.... *turning to Luke* your turn now
*but I saw that my skirt at the back was out of place, showing some underwear, quickly pulling it down. Luke began to feel nervous, but was cheered up at your underwear view*
Me: OOOHH! *blushing deeply*
Luke: ^_^
Craig: Hehe.... right...there must be something in here *skimming through the book quickly*
Me: would it be in there for this?
Craig: No harm in trying.... might also be on my laptop too... hmmm... think this would work? *pointing to a regeneration spell* might need the lappy on this one *fetching my laptop to have a look*
Me: but wouldn't this call for something to regress, shrink down? Especially when you have King Kong for a boyfriend
Craig: hmmm.... maybe there's a combo spell in here...something to restore him, while getting his original form back
Luke: hehehe
Alison Gray: Well, at least you didn't see the harm in that... *snort* and actually feeling like Fay Wray right about now
Craig: hehe
Luke: hehe... you're funny
Craig: hehe
Me: heh...thanks
Craig Whitehouse: *flicking through the book* GOT IT!! This one right here Luke*showing him the page*
Luke: uh.... this....*he read it, looking confused*
Craig: *whispering* keep him looking at the book, the laptop needs to do the rest *clicking away on my laptop, I pull a syringe from its side compartment*
Me: *to only Craig* what are you gonna do?
Craig: *to Alison* give him a serum.... I've figured anger got him into this, sedative can get him out
Me: ahhh
Craig: so we need him occupied *inserting the needle into the side of the laptop, it fills the syringe with a pale blue liquid*
Luke: *Luke continued to read* ugh... I think....
Craig: *walking over and hiding the syringe*
Me: *I was at his side* Don't worry hun, keep trying
*Luke smiled at you then read again. I climbed up onto a chair with the syringe ready*
Me: *thinking Luke's too high up for Craig to inject the need in the right place* you're doing it, Lukie
Craig: *Luke muttered on and I quickly struck the needle in*
Luke: AGHHHHHHHH!!!!!
Me: *I cried out*
Craig: *Taking the syringe out and running to hide in case I got an ass kicking*
Luke: ugh...Craig...hurt...me... .ugh
Me: No, sweetie, it only seems to hurt, but it's supposed to be helpful...
Luke: ugh...RAGGGGGH!! *he flung about a bit, then began to slow down, the flailing dropping as he dropped to his knees*
Luke: I....feel....... ugh......ugh....... what is....
Craig: ah it's working *peeking out from behind the couch*
Luke: ugh...I.... what's going on....? .... ugh...my head.... *his body shrinking down slowly*
*the muscles in his slowly seeping back down, the groaning of skin to a minimum*
Luke: ugh...I feel odd...and how did we get back to the house? *looking around all confused*
Me: *So relived and happy to see him again, flinging my arms over him* d'squee!!!
Luke: whoa! Alison... what just happened? *hugging back*
Me: Hun, you wouldn't believe me if I told you...*he noticed tear tracks along my face*
Luke: You've been crying......
*I nod quickly; he held tighter. At least it wasn't as hard as a real bear hug. I then explained what happened prior to the red demon*
*Luke listening in on every word*
Craig: *I left to put the book back*
Me: so...that's what happened...
Luke: errrm.....
Me: *Feeling flustered* Oh, Luke... *then plopping myself on my knees.*
*Luke hugs tightly and sighs.*
Chapter 10: Frostbitten Feast
Summary:
A snowy expedition and a cabin retreat to journey once again,
Chapter Text
*After his hulk-like incident, Luke set about ensuring that you didn't go through that ever again; making you comfortable and calm at any opportunity. the months rolled on into winter-time.*
*a few snowflakes that day started to fall among a fresh landscape of snow overnight. It wasn't his Hulk-change that bothered me as much as how he almost let loose like that without my interference somehow. I was still in my pink night gown, with fuzzy slipper socks I put on to sleep during the night, just getting up*
*Luke looked into the forest nearby, the snow falling. He kept thinking back, until he heard your footsteps*
Me: Oh...*finishing a stretch and moving along slowly* There you are. Morning...
Luke: Sleep well?
*The snow outside the window reflected along his pale skin, giving it a sort of glow*
Me: A bit...just woke up now so I can't say
*Luke grinned and wrapped his arm round you, looking back outside*
Me: hmmm
Luke: *he sighed a little* We've got to trek out into that later....another mission
Me: where did the time go? *saying to no one in particular and watching* Another mission?
Luke: Yes.... this time we're going for the one thing that could be behind this....It just seems their presence in this may have a meaning...
Me: Where about's are we going in this snow?
Luke: *Nodding in the direction of the forest* There...
*Looking over, for now clumps of snow fell from a branch* I wonder what kind of demon relishes in the cold?
Luke: Hmmm.... not too sure....
Me: *I turn to him, looking up as usual* How well are you with going in the snow?
Luke: *Luke looks down* I'm pretty sure I can cope
Me: Cause...I don't know if vampires can catch colds, but you're just getting over what was bringing you under the weather
Craig: *with a yawn from behind, I trundle in, my hair incredibly wavy and standing up in clump* Mornin' guys....
Me: Hey Craig
Craig: *Luke was about to reply to your question as I interrupted* Hey...
Me: Grunge much? *noting his morning messy hair*
Craig: *Chuckles a bit* just a tad... so...Luke...what's the plan then?
Luke: Well.... *turning to the window*
Craig: Outside? .....when it's cold? ....and....frozen?
*Luke nodded*
Craig: *sighs then shivers* I don't like the cold...
Luke: We have to; Craig... something's out there....something that, if stopped, could end all of this....
Craig: *sighs* Alright then....I'm guessing this'll be a palm-top computer moment... *waddling off a little sleepy*
Me: hehe
Luke: hehe
Me: he's worst in the morning than I am
Luke: *Luke nodded a little, with a grin on his face* Well... I guess we should get ready
Alison Gray: Yes
*an hour or so later, everyone was up - wandering through the snowy forest*
Me: *I fixed my knitted hat on my head again as I wiped my glasses on my scarf end*
Craig: *I walked through, arms folded and trying to shield my palm-top PC screen. I shivered wildly and sniffled with a red nose*
*Luke clung to you, the cold not bothering him*
*Ginger patted Craig on the shoulder*
Ginger: Buck up, Craigy... the trek shouldn't be much longer...*turning to Luke* right Luke?
*Luke nodded* Yes....
Craig: *I shivered a little more* uugh...too cold.... *sniff sniff*
*I could've sworn I also heard Craig mutter 'oh thank god'. Or it was probably Jan. For someone who died burned alive, he could tolerate the cold weather better*
Steve: *Steve followed everyone, his large spell book in hand* I don't see what the big deal is....I been in colder than this...
Me: You mean like you were in arctic regions one time in your life?
*He nodded, and then began the usual elderly story telling for the billionth time. Ginger groaned the most from her uncle's rambling. I guess I was the only one who was interested. He caught up with you, telling every intricate detail*
*I also saw that out of everyone complaining about the cold, Luke had no physical qualms over it, even I was noting the cold getting to me*
Craig: Erm....I'd hate to interrupt your WONDERFUL story *hinting at a little sarcasm*...but I think I've found something
Me: What's that Craig?
Craig: Energy signatures ...damn screen *rubbing at the palm top as it misted up slightly*
Me: Can it say who or what it belongs to?
Craig: *shaking my head* nope.... but it's very strong....and old....
Luke: * muttered* Millennium.... they're here....
Jan: and those guys are as old as they fuckin' get...
Craig: *I looked at Luke* Wait... what? What's Millennium, dude? *turning to Jan*
*Jan turned to Luke*
Luke: *sigh* Err....they....
Me: Hun...*putting my hand on his arm to reassure him* It's okay. If you sense it's them or someone from there, it's good to know
Luke: They're here..... and I know who they're after *looking to Jan, and nodding*
Me: *Quickly turning my head up* Who?
Luke: *Luke looked into the distance* What they created....
Craig: "What they created"? I don't get it...Allie; can ya inform me on all this crazy crap?
Me: *Repeating* What they created...
Craig: Created....as in..? *looking back and forth between Jan and Luke, still looking back and forth* so they're after you guys?
Me: *I pursed my lips inside* They must be...
Luke: *Luke sighed* We can't go back....
Craig: Well we've got 2 options; it seems... run...or fight....
Me: We can't go back?
Luke: *Luke looked to you* If we do...we won't be 'us' anymore....
Me: But...they'll change you??
Craig: *the palm top bleeps louder* Errr....run or fight guys? They're getting closer
*Luke nodded*
Me: *I nodded back, trying to hold down my fears*
Craig: Any day now guys..... *the bleeping now very loud in short bursts*
Me: What can we do to fight?
Craig: I don't know.....wait...fight?!
*Luke looked up, instinctively in the direction of where the organization was heading from*
Craig: I think I'm ready....Jan?
Jan: Hell yeah I AM
Luke: Right.... *adopting a pose and standing strong*
*He stared on as Doc walked from the shadows..... with a few demons following*
Craig: What the....?
*Steve gave a shocked expression*
Me: They aren't members of Millennium I recognize!
Luke: They're not Millennium.....
Me: *Turning to him sharply* What?
Luke: This is an alliance of sorts..... That explains it all...
Me: The demons then...are working with Millennium all along!
*Luke nodded*
Craig: Something tells me this is gonna get bowling shoe ugly....
Doc: Ah.... Luke...Jan.....
Jan: *in turn to greetings* Ah...Fucker...
Doc: Ohhh.... Why zee harsh words?
Jan: Not as harsh what you've referred to us...
Doc: *tut tut tut* I think zee first thing to remove from you when you are experimented on again is zat filthy mouth of yours... and I'm not forgetting Luke... You have great potential with your abilities... very useful...
*Luke clenched his fist*
Me: E-even now you would do this again...your own nephews? *I wasn't quite angry then, but my words sounded just as harsh*
Doc: Why.....yes..... I have struck a deal with zeese fine demons *gesturing the demons surrounding him* zat zey could have zee perfect fighting force....
Luke: Never!!
Craig: *mumbles* ohhhh the shit's really hit the fan now... o.o
Me: *I shake my head, my face flushed from my body heat* Now that I know you're a real person, consider the fan favorite out!
Doc: Ironic....coming from a former blundering oaf
*Many things happened then, my eyes widen by that remark, not thinking straight, I pick up a big piece of stone and flung it hard, hard enough that the stone hit Doc squarely where the bridge of his nose and specs were, area reddened with blood*
Me: *Muttering as I threw it* you son of a bitch!!!
Doc: Agh.... you'll pay for zat!! *clutching at his face, pointing on he orders the demons* Get zem!!!
Me: *My face redder than ever, hot tears flowing down fogging my glasses*
Luke: ENOUGH!!! GRRRR!!! *his height shot up quickly by a few feet*
Me: Aah! *Moving a bit out of the way, watching Luke shot up pass the branches as the flicked from his passing height*
*Luke growled as he towered more and more over the demons. Everyone stood aside*
Jan: *singing in tune to the Mighty Mouse line* Here he comes to save the fuckin' day!
*Steve was ready for a shield spell with Ginger at his side, the nanites in my body were ready for the defense*
*Luke reached 50 feet fast. With everyone ready we stood as we saw the demons cower a little; the demons murmured amongst each other.... one by one the fled*
*Luke bent down and picked up both one remaining demon and Doc*
Jan: Hey no fair, bro!
Luke: Fair or not... *Luke stared at them both* They must know...they're in for a fight....*he smashed them both together and left them hanging on a nearby high branch*
*I really didn't care for Doc or the demon's struggle, the fire inside me over that remark still burned*
Doc: You'll regret zis!!! Ugh!! *struggling on the branch* You two WILL come home!!!!
*They both disappeared in their own mists*
Craig: Ha! Look at them scurry off! *pointing at the demons, running and vanishing*
Me: Either they're really scared or not much the fighting type
Luke: *his voice booming* They'll be back...
Me: whoa...
Luke: now.....how do I return to normal again?*kneeling down*
Me: You mean...you can't do it the same way before?
Luke: Well... I have tried that....something seems...stuck
Me: Oh dear...
Craig: Stuck? *I look up*
Me: Uncle Steve? *turning to him*
Steve: hmmm....sounds similar to writer's block to me...
Me: To writer's block?
Steve: Yeah.... like something is stopping him from reaching what he needs....
Me: Like...he wouldn't know what else to do? ...or he wouldn't know how to...revert?
Steve: possibly.... an emotion, perhaps?
*I knew where Steve was going with this, as I've also had those experiences*
Craig: Emotion, Steve? *looking at him a little confused...then it slowly hit me. Looking at you and almost saying simultaneously* Hulk Luke o.o
Me: *Folding lips again* Oo
Luke: Huh?
Craig: Erm....I think we'll leave you two alone a sec...
*Steve nods in agreement*
*I raise my shaking arms up for Luke to take notice. Luke grinned and placed his hand out for you*
Me: *climbing on, reminded back to being told as a little kid putting my arms up and saying "up"* thanks hun *trying to be calm when my body was shaking from being so angry*
Luke: No problem hun.... *taking a few steps* I guess he hit a soft spot? You're shaking...
Me: Yeah...but I think...it was more from what I did back there... to your uncle *hearing a bit of the snowy earth slightly shake by my dear's steps*
Luke: *he ran his large finger along your hair* you did good, hunny
Me: hehe, but...I don't know what came...over me. I've felt so angry in the past that I was shaking...but never angry enough to actually attack someone...
Luke: It was a fight, sweetie.....That took guts....
Me: Y-yes... *my right hand holding the area of my left thumb*
Luke: *Luke grinned and stroked your hair again* You don't need to worry at all...
Me: *Looking up* But...what about you? I know you're not so hot with the idea of being a giant...
Luke: True.... but I'm slowly starting to realize that there are SOME uses...
*I smiled for him*
Luke: *Looking into the distance* But there's a lot I can do at my original size...
Me: *Nodding* of course...you have your speed and your wit...not like either of those went away... but...the way I figure...if I was in your shoes...I would be scared by being so high up and not being able to go inside a house. Yet...they could be just minor things, small things that aren't really worth worrying about...
Luke: *Luke nodded, then grinned...with a short shrink from it*
Me: I mean, I'll still worry a couple of times, but if I have people around that care about me and help me through, it'll be worth it. Who knows? Maybe it'll be fully controlled someday...like you're not used to doing this and need some time and practice... and even if something like this where it's out of your control happens again, you'll know how to handle it either way
*Luke grinned some more....some height lost again, walking up to a cabin*
Me: *Feeling a bit of air swoop by, I brush off some snowflakes and happen to see something up ahead* Oh look! It looks a cabin out there
Luke: *Luke looks up* hmmm *he still shrank bit by bit, nearer and nearer to the cabin*
Me: We can call the others and tell them what we found...would you do the honors hun? :P
Luke: Hehe...gladly....HEY GUYS *echoes*
*covering my ears and giggling*
Craig: *in the distance* OW!
*giggling faster*
Luke: We've found a cabin here....
*everyone runs in the direction of the cabin*
Me: *To Luke* You're right...there are some "uses" to this... *Luke giggled as everyone arrived at his feet, following to the cabin* hehe
Craig: How's Luke getting in? *Looking at him* He must be..... 20 feet or so?
Ginger: Not to mention some tracks he'll leave behind *finger at her lips and looking back*
Luke: hehe...
Me: *Calling down from the edge of Luke's hand* Uncle Steve...maybe an enlarge spell for the door way?
Steve: not for 20 feet....but I could do something for 9 feet...maybe 10.... think you could manage that Luke?
Luke: ermmm.... *he looks at you with a nervous smile*
Me: more pep talk hun?
Luke: *He grinned and began to shrink down* Ah hun...you might need to get off my hand....
Me: *by now holding on to the slightly smaller but still large hand* ooh, you're right *He let me hop off as he neared 15feet....then 10feet*
Ginger: You certainly know how to handle growth spurts there
Luke: hehe...
Jan: *muttering to Ginger* outside of the fact that bro was the tallest fuckin' kid in school...
*Luke gave a quick look at Jan as Steve enlarged the doorway. Jan shrugging his shoulders to say "didn't say anything*
Me: There you go hun...a door large enough to get through Wonderland through *smiling at the expense of my own joke*
*Luke grinned and stepped inside, immediately taking a seat on the floor with a slight quake sound*
Craig Whitehouse: *Everyone followed in, Steve lastly as he shrunk the door down*
Craig: At last some warmth!!! :D
*Steve said a few words of Latin and the fireplace crackled to life*
Craig: Whoa...warn me next time yeah? lol
Jan: Just don't make it too goddamn warm, Stevey
Steve: Hehe...I won't
*Everyone took off their winter gear, placing them near the heat, with Luke's pile the biggest*
*I gave him a full hug around his side*
*He rested his large hand along your back and rubbed*
Me: mmm *smiling like a cat*
Craig: I dunno bout you guys but I'm kind a shattered.... *yawning and standing up*
Me: tired?
Craig: Just a little...
Ginger: it looks like there's some extra bedrooms in this place, so take your pick
Craig: Booyah!! *runs upstairs*
Ginger: he acts like such a little kid sometimes, reminds me of someone I know *glancing to Jan*
Steve: hehe.... kids...
Jan: Not me. I'm fuckin' wired... *showing his own grin*
*Steve walks up to decide on a bedroom*
Ginger: come back soon, Uncle Steve *smiling*
Steve: *calling down* I will...
*I was too busy entranced by how Luke's blonde head was an inch or 2 away from the wooden ceiling. Luke looked into the flames of the fireplace*
Ginger: I know I've said it before; but with all the weird stuff that happens to you two, you're still so adorable together
*Luke blushed a little, adding in another color besides blonde and white*
*Steve comes back down, reading his large spell book*
Me: We were lucky to find this cabin out here
Steve: Very lucky... *looks out side* It's like a blizzard out there...
Me: And just in time for it to snow...
Ginger: Ooh, I hope it doesn't end up like one of those bad slasher movies where a group of teenagers are holed up and there's some man monster outside...
Jan: *quickly pulled Ginger in along the waist* The only man monster in here is the one in my pants babe *sexually growling*
Steve: aahheeemmm!!! *shooting a look at Jan*
Jan on frustrated command let it drop*
*Steve nodded*
Me: Well, since we're stuck here for some time...
*Steve ushered Jan and Ginger out of the room upstairs and sat in a corner reading his spell book*
*Luke still looked into the fire, I took a handful of long hair from his back and playfully playing with it a little*
Luke: *then cuddled you* I love you, Alison....You've got a big heart for a big guy like me
Mw: ooh...hehe *a big arm now around me* I guess I do... *still having the clump of hair in my hands, sliding down to sit on the floor and legs out, as he lied against the wall, it creaked only slight and quieted * hmmm I also love you, Luke...my big, big man *squeezing in* a tower of strength *He cuddled and grinned*
Steve: I'd hate to interrupt this...
*I let the strand of Luke's hair fall back behind him*
Steve: I've been making note of all these things that have happened to you... it seems that everything is linked to a past feeling, or memory...
Me: like it's more than the feeling of writer's block?
Steve: precisely....something from your past blocks getting at that one thing that returns you to normal
Me: ...an emotional baggage...no matter how hard you try or how far away the past was, you can never really let it go...
*Steve nodded, as did Luke in agreement*
Me: So maybe, the question to ask you hun is...what could really be bothering you when you don't show it?
Luke: *Luke frowned* hmmm
*Luke leaned forward and sighed. He began telling of his troubled past...Jan and himself being taken away, Millennium testing on them...everything that troubled him. All released in one long string. I hung onto his words...my love telling the sad story as he lumbered high up still, the past so different from what he looks like now, the past feeling of helplessness and being bigger in a sense to be stronger and hearing who his parents were really surprised me in a big way, but why didn't they ever find them? And also knowing the feeling of being picked on for being different, except for Luke he was still popular. He held me closer, knowing I had similar problems and past, reading through my mind to bring us closer together*
Chapter 11: Cabbage and Kin
Summary:
Luke and Jan's quirky parents are introduced.
Chapter Text
*Luke stirred from his sleep. Gathering himself he noticed everything was back to a somewhat normality. He stroked your hair as you slept, trying not to wake you, with Steve snoring in the corner. Jan, Ginger and Craig were in their own rooms, possibly also asleep. Luke sighed and looked out the window, peering over to see the blizzard had stopped. Clear vision and crisp, undisturbed, pure white snow on the ground. Luke heard me mutter softly in my sleep, thinking about something deeply*
*He stroked your hair more, shushing you softly*
Me: ...always so catered to my needs
*He grinned and looked down, even though I was annoyed, probably because something's bothering me or I was cranky in the morning. He bent down and kissed you softly on your forehead* Morning, sweetheart...
Me: hi...
Luke: Sleep well?
*sighing*
Luke: Is there...something troubling you?
Me: I'm sorry for being so snappy... but I guess I was thinking about what was on my mind the other morning...
Luke: hmmm?
Me: I guess thinking about my own family didn't settle much about yours
*Luke cuddled you more*
Me: It's just that...since I've been here all along...I wonder if anyone would notice I was missing...or if I was in an accident at my apartment...
Luke: *cuddling tighter* True....
Me: And if they knew I was okay or where I've been, I can't risk them hurt either... *on the verge of tears*
Luke: We'll let them know, hun.... *He cuddled as much as he could* ...somehow...
Me: just something subtle...that it can't be traced... but...*breathing in* besides that, I'm alright...I'm doing something I never thought I could do and only in my day dreams
Luke: day dream a lot?
Me: I use to...before I met you...
*Steve stirred a bit, smacked his lips and snored again*
Luke: hehe
Me: I guess no matter where I am or what I do, there's always family to worry about and worry about what they think...
*Luke frowned a little and stroked your hair again, thinking of his own parents. He looked outside, as if to search for something.. or someone*
*some footsteps were heard from the stairs*
Craig: *yawn* mornin' peeps....
Me: *by then, I helped outside with clearing the snowy pathway to get back down. Steve conjured some light fire spells to melt the hard ice and extra snow down the stretch of forest*
Craig: *I still stumbled around half-awake as everyone helped out*
*Jan gave the subtle suggestion from a bottle flask under his track shirt, of slipping Craig a mickey to help him "wake up"*
Craig: No man..... noo hehe
: come on...one sip won't hurt
Craig: *I shook my head...then felt a snow ball hit me in the face. A little muffled I reply* that's better...
*The snowball came from Ginger, eyes gleaming like a child's*
Craig: *wiping the snow away and setting up my palmtop again, it begins to detect a power source again....* Ah.... this seems useful...
*While Craig kept looking at his palmtop reading, we made it back to the house and everyone settling in their own way to get warm*
Craig: *I still played with my palmtop, researching into the reading* Hmm... interesting...
*hearing it over again since the walk back down*
Craig: *looking up, a little confused* what?
Me: ...you keep mentioning about something interesting and useful in your palmtop...
Craig: Ah...well *shuffling about to show everyone* There was a reading a while back.... another artifact.... and don't worry Ginger, this one won't make anything bigger....
*Ginger smirked and reddened*
Craig: *Pointing with the pen* right there on this beach...
Me: *Peeking over* Wait a minute... *seeing that the beach was around the Caribbean area*
Craig: *looking at you* hmmm?
Me: This area...where along those islands are you getting a reading from?
*Luke peeked over your shoulder*
Craig: Well, there's a cave just to the side on this beach here *drawing on the palmtop*...it leads to an old temple....one tribe which believed vampires were some form of god...
Me: Godly vampires then?
Craig: *nodding* yes.... no it's believed that these vampires were of Latin decent... and something you may know of considering your last name *looking up at Luke*
Me: the surname "Valentine"?
Craig: bingo *circling the word 'Valentino' on the map*
Me: Aahh. Wait...*pointing and circling* this island here...
Craig: *I looked as you pointed* Familiar?
Me: what island or country is that? *reading the word* Jamaica...
Craig: *nodding* Next stop much, everybody? *looking around*
Ginger: Oh good, someplace warm...now Jan won't bitch as much *giggling to herself*
Craig: I'll second that on the account I'm effin' cold too *raising hand*
Me: That's funny...I would think Jan would hate the heat even worse
*Luke nodded at that one*
Me*I let Steve know about contacting relatives, but for now my dad and brother, so that they can let everyone I'm alright and hopefully they won't worry about what I'm doing now or a good enough excuse as to why I didn't get in contact, again Uncle Steve helped with my emotional state*
*After a short flight we arrive in Jamaica. The breeze was so cool amid the slight humidity. Steve, casting a spell on a payphone and allowing you to contact family without tracking, we plotted our course for the artifacts location*
Ginger: Now, where did you say on the island is the cave at, Craigy?
Craig: Well.... *looking at the palmtop then pointing* that way.... *looking up to see a sign with West Beach entrance* hmm...convenient...
*I got off the pay phone, feeling a little lighter in my chest but still hoped my explanation worked*
Craig: All good?
Me: *I nod, still shaky inside as usual when trying to explain to certain family members*
*Luke wrapped his one arm around you and grinned*
Craig: *I walked onto the beach* ...damn sand... >.<
*feeling the white sand climb into my shoes, Ginger occasionally flipped her white sandals around her feet to get the sand out as we walked*
Craig: *shortly arriving to the cave; a very secluded spot* ah crap......
Me: What is it?
*everyone comes round the corner to find a great big boulder blocking the entrance*
Me: Ah man...
Luke: hmmm...
Jan: fuck
Steve: Well that's certainly put a dampener on that search...
Me: Maybe not... *everyone looked at me funny*
Craig: And that means? *raising an eyebrow*
Me: Maybe it can be moved with a little bit of physical "effort"
Craig: effort....hmmm... *my vision slowly went to Luke*
Luke: .......what?
*interrupting his thinking posture*
Jan: Wait a minute, why are we lookin' at bro for?
Craig: Tut...your bro has this remarkable ability to become a pro wrestler....
Jan: *snorts* Yeah right...
Me: I wouldn't say pro wrestler though...
Craig: True...perhaps.... comic book superhero?
Me: Maybe of a certain Governator...
Luke: I hope you're not suggesting what I think you are....?
Craig: Come on, Luke! Unlock your inner Arnie!!!
Ginger: Don't tell me you've lost it Craig?
Me: Hun, maybe you can show the others by doing just enough to move the boulder *pointing over*
Luke: hmmm... I...don't know.... *feeling a little uneasy with it*
*I wrap my arms around his one long one and looking up, trying to smile*
Luke: I'll....try...
*Luke closed his eyes and clenched his fists.... focusing on anger and strength. It was almost like watching a Dragonball Z scene. There were a few small stretching sounds of clothing being pulled out to accompany extra muscles. With a few moments he seemed to bulk up*
*Jan stood there with his mouth wide open*
Craig: Easy Luke...easy...
Luke: grrrrr...... enough?
*And Luke also seemed a few inches taller now*
Me: Yeah, yeah, that's enough
Luke: *He sighed and took a few steps to the boulder. With a firm grip he rolled it to the side* GRrrr...hpmh easy...
*the boulder rolled and jumped along, as we all watched it go*
Jan: ...bro, what a mind fuck...
Luke: *Luke folded his arms* Jealous?
*Jan looked up like a goofy guy*
*reminiscing of a certain vampire wrestler with arms like that, wonder if Luke knew about his other uncle*
*Luke nodded and led everyone into the cave, his muscles shrinking down with each step*
*Jan provided a lighter for a torch to light*
Craig: *My face lit up by my palmtop* Hmm... not far now...
Steve: *Steve listened out* Hmmm... seems quiet...
*After a short while a small gasp came from Luke*
Me: *Turning my head* What is it? *As I saw him descend to another entry way, me tailing him*
Luke: It...can't be....
*Seeing an image below an area with markings, but as I was some few feet away, I couldn't see anything but Luke saw something that I didn't, like an invisible image*
Luke: F...Father? *a confused look on his face*
Me: *Whispering and trying to bring him back* Luke? Who or what do you see??
*Luke just stared on in disbelief*
*I tried tapping him, but instead brought him down to a stone made corner out of sight from the other side*
Me: Are-are you alright?
Luke: After...all this time... *He shot a look to Jan* Look Jan..!
Jan: *Jan blinks and heard his brother's tight whisper* What!
*Luke raised his finger to the wall*
Jan: *Jan, approaching closer, looked over* What? I don't see anything
Me: I'm not exactly sure of here either...
Craig: Hmmm... *Lifting the palmtop to point in the walls direction* there's an energy source right there...
Me: Craig...looks like everyone's coming down
Craig: hmmm....
*Luke stood up and began to walk from the alcove*
Me: *whispering* Luke, where are you going?*but all of a sudden, Luke seemed to vanish out of thin air*
Craig: Huh?!
Me: He...disappeared?!
Jan: *silently* that's my brother...full of bags of tricks...
Craig: I think I get it!!! It's a decoy....that's why there's an energy reading *I quickly get up and walk there*
Me: Wait...a decoy??
Craig: *Without fear I vanish*
Me: D'ooohhhh....*I get up and follow suit, Jan behind and Ginger bring Uncle Steve, who muttered that he's too old for a race*
Craig: *I hid behind a carving. Quickly turning to see everyone* Shh!
Luke: *Luke stood in the middle of the room; a large round cavern with patterns and signs* Father? *he called out, looking around*
*The invisible area there seemed to only stand there, entranced by the patterns and signs like religious prayer fixation. By then, I didn't think Luke knew he was invisible*
Craig: *I looked at Jan* Father?
Jan: Dad?!? Where the hell...
Me: But where?
*shrugging, I look on as Luke looked around*
Jan: Bro think's dad's in here?
*Luke looks around....then quickly looks towards a noise in a far corner*
Me: *Quietly* Luke? Where are you? *Looking around*
Luke: *walking over* Father? Is that you?
Voice: *a voice could be heard.....* Luke?? *the toned seemed surprised and sentimental*
Luke: Father!!! *a tight gasp could be heard*
Craig: This I've gotta see! *getting up and running*
Jan: oh no, man... if that is pop *tries pulling Craig out of the way*
Me: *only one closer to Luke* Father?
Craig: *running I bump into the back of Jan and fall backwards*
Jan: doofff...!
*I heard some odd rustling from behind me. By then, 2 bodies came barreling down at me, pushing me and landing down, one with a goatee on my back and another amount of weight on that. Jan, trying to shake his head off, looked over*
Jan: heh, more cushion for the pushin'...
Me: *trying to nod over and grumbled* Shut up, Jan!
Craig: *lay there* ugh...pain.... *rolling off*
*my butt wiggled a bit after he rolled off me*
Me: ow *now trying to bring myself up by half-crawl*
Keith: *Keith looked on* hehe... So Luke...these are your....companions?
Me: *Looking up now, back on my legs* Oh! Is someone here??
*Keith took off his cloaking*
*Blinking quickly, a man's body now revealed like a ripple of water. He waved his hand and gave a grin much like how Luke does. I stared for a bit, it was like looking into a perplexing mirror. Luke didn't appear right away, but I could tell how similar father and son looked, minus the glasses. Luke uncloaked too with a big grin*
Me: Looks like you can do that with ease now, hun
Luke: hehe
Craig: And I'm guessing this is... Papa Valentine, right? *pointing with a grin*
Me: *turning to Craig* Your guess is right. *And back*Hello, sir
Keith: Hello dear *a suave, seductive, sophisticated tone in his voice*...you seem...quite familiar...
Me: *Feeling almost self-conscious* Really?
*Keith nodded*
*Jan trotted behind Craig, trying to fix his beanie cap and mumbling*
Keith: Jan?
Jan: God dammit, Craig...of all the... *he then looks up, again the unfamiliar appearance of his son yet very familiar still*
Keith: *his arm out stretching* Jan??
*Jan squinted his eyes, in his mind flashed back to a photograph of sorts, him about four years old at the time, but the image of the same man in front of him now*
Jan: Dad?
Keith: Son! *he walked forward and gave a tight hug*
Jan: Dad! *he said with it a sort of odd glee that didn't come with poking a stick at a corpse sort of glee, and him hugging back*
*Craig and I, well I was emotional myself over this, but more shocked of Jan reduced to a quivering kid*
Craig: *For me it was an 'awww' moment like those in movies...I just stood and grinned*
*Ginger shoulder carried her uncle down the stone steps and into the party*
Ginger: Jan??
Steve: *gasping for breath* ah no more stairs... *seeing Jan hugging another guy and sounding happy* That IS Jan, right? *sounding perplexed*
Craig: *I nodded*
Keith: *while hugging* and who's this beautiful young girl?
*Ginger immediately went a shade brighter than her hair*
Jan: that...*pointing* beautiful babe is Ginger, and that's her uncle, Merlin...
Steve: It's Steve
Me: Uh, wow...Luke
*Luke just grinned and walked over, cuddling you*
*looking up to him, saying "you found him". His eyes were just watering up*
*after the reunion tears were aside, everyone came back out of the caverns. Luke introduced everyone who was there to his father, and talked about their missions and adventures to date. Except he left out some embarrassing moments involving body changes and his height for now*
Jan: So, what about ma, pop? Why isn't she here?
Craig Whitehouse: Keith: hmmm...she is here.... *Keith pointed to a cliff side* that house right there...
*Looking upward and noting the particular ceiling titles native to the area, among swaying palm trees*
Me: Well, again there's a lot to talk about, and we did find the cave
*Luke nodded*
Keith: Well we can discuss this inside...follow me... *He headed towards the house, at a quicker pace*
Me: Well, now I know where Luke gets his agility
Craig: Hehe yes...
*Upon nearing the front wooden door and opening it, there was a short hallway and a view of a kitchen with a sink and counter together by the window. Inside was a tall, dark-skinned woman, very jet black hair and an attractive strong face, wearing a cream blouse and a long blue skirt. She had a tea kettle in her hand as she moved about in almost bare feet*
Lucinda: *heavy Jamaican feminine accent* Hun, that you? You been gone too long to... *As she turned her head at the opening hallway, she dropped the tea kettle to the floor, the metal material clanging and rolling, water dripping out. She looked at the 2 other young men standing there with their father, one pale and one dark skinned*
Luke: Mother?
Lucinda: *wavering* Luke? Janni??
*She rushed over and grabbed both the bothers in a long tight hug, their faces near her breasts*
Luke: offf!
*Jan muffling as well*
Lucinda: My babies! My babies! Oh, my sweet boys!! Thank the merciful Gods they're alive!
Luke: It's good to see you too *kind of choked*
Jan: yeah, maw...
*she finally let go*
Lucinda: Oh, thank my Own you boys came back! If that scrawny, Nazi rat bastard did anything to you two, I'll shove my foot so far up his ass, it'll be hack sawed off!
*From the look on Craig's face, he seemed to like her already*
Craig: o.o
Ginger: ...and that's where Janni gets his lovely mouth from
Craig: hehe *My eyes widened at that comment* ...ouch..., but funny you should mention that...
*Lucinda looks up and saw that her family wasn't alone*
Craig: *I grinned and waved*
Me: Hello, Mrs. Valentine
*Ginger also greeted back*
*Steve gestured a hello*
Luke: Mother....meet....everyone hehe
*me smiling and shy*
Luke: This is Alison...*giving you a cuddle*
Me: And this is a friend of mine, Craig
Craig Whitehouse: hi ^_^
Jan: That's Ginger *thumbing to her* and the old timer is Steve
Steve: Enough, youngster... ¬.¬
*I giggled*
Lucinda: My, my... you boys were just tots and now you have women in your life... *A twinkle in her dark eyes was shining, becoming even sadder than the moment she saw her sons again* But what's everyone still standing out there for, come on in!
*we entered through the kitchen area, very bright and immaculate looking across the sun rays from the window, then ushered into the spacious living to sit*
Craig: *I nodded at the house, taking a seat* Very nice house, Mrs. Valentine...
Lucinda: Ah, thank you very much, young man. A nice home among my own home I always tell people that visit...
*We were all introduced to her as Lucinda*
Jan: *Whispering only to Ginger in her ear* And the only fuckin place on earth for a free bong *winking*
Ginger: Jan, really!
Jan: *still quiet* Hey, no one has to know
Keith: *Keith sat in the corner* So... I take it you are all gathering up soma alliance against those demon forces?
Craig: *I looked on in shock, as probably did everyone else*
Me: Huh?
*Lucinda was in ear shot while she brought out drinks and sat in another chair where Keith was*
Craig: Wait.... you know about this?
*Keith nodded*
Me: How do you know about all this Keith?
Keith: Well, let's say you're not the only ones who've had encounters...*Keith took the drink and laced it down on the coffee table* thanks dear... There's been a lot going on
Me: *Leaning in, very curious now* So you've been on your own "adventures" like we have?
*Keith nodded again*
Ginger: wow. Not only that but also raising a family...
Lucinda: That part didn't come until the 70's, child *smiling gently*
Craig: hehe
Lucinda: Course, there were less folks then looking like the Tiki look *referring to Jan, who didn't dare talk back to his mother* And it's not just Keith who's had these "encounter" things. I also have eyes from the other side out there, and even now they still look out for me
Luke: hmmm...
Lucinda: Now, I know the boys were young, but I let them know who they are and where they came from. And it won't take some no good Nazi cracker to try and tinker with that!
*Luke looked down at his feet*
Luke: Well....it's definitely not just Nazis now....*sigh*
Lucinda: *noting the worried expression on her eldest son* I know we all see that darlin'. But somehow that good for nuttin' rat survived when he should've been strung on the highest tree!
Me: Mrs. Valentine...is it true that you were once a goddess?
*She looked at me like I gave her a flattering comment*
Lucinda: That I was...but please, call me Lucinda, or Lucy, or however, child, but that was eons ago, and maybe so when I decided to come down to earth to be human, but instead became who I am now
Ginger: No way! A goddess??
Craig: *I sat, deeply interested*
Lucinda: A mind fuck I know...but it's normally best to not let everyone know that *raising her finger in the air as she spoke* Wouldn't want to break the mystic of such things, especially to the Christians of other kinds of deities
Craig: hmmmm...interesting....
Lucinda: * to Craig* Now I can tell your faith goes neither way, so this should come as no shock to you
Craig: Not a shock at all....
Keith: *Keith sipped his drink* Hmmm.... question is now.... I understand why "they" came after myself and Lucy...but why you too?
*Keith was referring not only to us as a group, but to me and Luke fore most*
Luke: *Luke looked away* They believe I have...an ability...a use...
Me: But it's not only that, from my understanding, Doc is your brother... and now doing this... *I wanted to finish the sentence, but the anger from that long ago comment kept me quiet*
*Luke placed his hand on yours*
*I nodded my acknowledgement*
Keith: hmm...an ability...
Lucinda: *alarmed* A use? A use?? What kind of use for his sick mind?
Luke: Well.... that I'm not sure of....
*I looked over him, knowing he didn't want to say right away*
Craig: I think the demons may find him useful...considering his.... "skills"...
*but Luke still shied again from being exact*
Keith: Hmmm....well we can't let him have our sons
*Lucinda nodded harshly*
Lucinda: I ain't losing my babies again!
Keith: Well I guess we're joining your team
Me: Wow, cool!
Craig: hehe awesome
Me: We'll definitely need more experienced people for this
*Keith nodded*
Me: And ones who know exactly what we're up against
Lucinda: Settled then...but let's put that nonsense aside for now... *She got up and gave Luke a standing hug that I also got whiffed under* I want to know everything you boys been through
Luke: *Luke nodded* I think we need some rest thought...
*Lucinda let go drudgingly*
Lucinda: Of course... but with a hard journey, you need something in your bellies
Craig: I am actually kinda hungry thinking about it *clutching my stomach*
Jan: food!
Ginger: And I hope not the kind I think you're thinking...
*by then, now eight of us, supped and turned to lighter conversations*
Craig: *Yawn* aww fantastic ^_^
Me: Yes, it was very good, Lucinda
Steve: superb even
*The golden sun was now setting, bringing in cool sea breezes while a few of us went to the assigned guest rooms (me and Luke having separate spaces, yet Ginger and Jan sneaked their way to one bedroom)*
*Luke and I were still up along with his parents*
Luke: Hehe...of all the rooms...
Me: Even with being under his parents roofs, he'll get away with things...
Luke: *nodding* Yes...sneaky... hehe
*Luke sniffled a little*
Me: Honey, you okay? You're not getting a cold again are you?
Luke: *He sniffled some more* maybe....
Me: Maybe it's from all the exertion, but it now proves me that vampires can get sick
Luke: *Luke nodded and felt a sneeze coming on* Yes...aaaa...aaachoo!! o.o
Me: Whoa...maybe you better get some sleep, hun
Luke: *nodding* maybe....a-CHOO! ugh....
Me: Oh my... *hand on my chest* If you want, when I'm ready I'll tuck you in
Luke: *sniff* I'll be fine... Thanks hun
Me: Okay then, but I don't want to risk a cold spreading or anything
*Lucinda looked from over at our end with noted interest, then to Keith* Lucinda: I see our eldest will have a fine wife there...and certainly has meat on her bones to boot...
*Keith snored loudly*
Lucinda: *to herself* lovable blonde windbag...
Me: Wow, Luke, with sneezes like that, you could blow a wall off
Luke: *Luke lay in bed, snuggled up in his blanket, occasionally giving a loud sneeze* hehe *sniff*
Me: *Kissing him on the fore head* night hun
Luke: night
*closing the door*
Alison Gray: *My room was opposite of his, so we wouldn't be completely apart*
*He snuggled up some more in his bed, sniffling*
Luke: ACHOO!.....ACHOO!... ugh...ACHOO!...
Me: Hmm...I wonder if some sort of cold medicine would help, but I doubt his parents would have anything like that around...that last one sounded pretty loud...or maybe he just sneezes very loud...
*his feet now hung more off the bottom of the bed than usual*
Me: *I slid into bed; wow, the bed felt so soft and squishy comfy*
Luke: ACHOO!! *a short spurt; the bottom of the bed neared his knees*
*the bed was very comfy that I was able to drift to sleep without any noises to hear*
Luke: ACHOO! ACHOO! ugh... not good at all... *his legs hanging off the bottom, easily able to be placed on the floor*
Steve: Ugh!! What's going on?!
Craig: It's just Luke sneezing, Steve!!!! Everything's fine....
Luke: ACHOO! ugh....
*the groans of his body expanding continued when he sneezed*
Luke: ACHOO! *stretch* ugh *sniff*
Jan: quiet the fuck down out there!!
*Luke sat up, a little dazed from the sneezing, and his head near the ceiling, the sound of bonk and "oofff" he made*
Luke: ugh *rubbing his head*
*I awoke from all the muffled yelling outside my door, thinking it's just the usual night banter*
Luke: Alison? Erm.... ACHOO! *thud!* ow!!
*moaning in my sleep*
Luke: ACHOO! *crack!* oh no...
*more sneezes came from him, making them louder along with tight cracks and crumbles. By now almost everyone woke up, getting a little worried, and especially from hearing something crack*
Keith: *Keith opened the door* Now what's all the..... oh my....
Luke: UGh...a little help? A-A-ACHOO! *crack, crumble* oh for the...
*I hear some even louder cracks and a French horn worth of sneezes*
Luke: *the ceiling crumbled around Luke's ears - literally* Dad... I'm SO sorry.....help me!!! ACHOO!!!
*But as he sneezed, Luke continued to grow*
*with some more crumbling, Luke's head popped up on the next floor...in full view of Jan and Ginger getting a little busy* Erm....
Jan: *screaming and the sound of lips plucking off* SHUT THE FUCK UP DOWN THERE!!!
Luke: Hey Jan.... o.o
Jan: Leave us the fuck alo... *turning over in bed to see his brother's larger and disembodied head, which now peeked up ever so much*
Luke: *dopey grin* heeeeeeee
Jan: Aww shit...*muttering and going back to business*
Luke: A-A-AaAAA...
Craig: *walking into the room where Luke's body is* What's all the hubbub....? .....ah....
Luke:...AAAAAAAAAAA-CHOO!!!!! *his shoulders breaking through*
*Crash, boom...*
*Jan turned back over again, realization of his face* Jan: Oh shit! Oh shit!
*Ginger got up to look over, and just as wild eyed*
Me: This is not good! *hearing more crashes and noises, then opening my door quickly*
Luke: *Luke's fingers wiggled* Help!!!!
Craig: errr...errrmm... I'll get Steve! *running*
Keith: Well this is a turn up for the books....
*Keith went back to the master bedroom to wake his wife up*
*My poor dear was sitting down then, the bed underneath denting further as his lower area started to encompass the room*
*Keith slightly shook Lucinda, calling to her*
Keith: Lucy...Lucy.. wake up...your boy's "all grown up"....*shaking*
Lucinda: *groggy* All wha, mon? *getting up and flattening her hair*
Keith: You really MUST see this...
Lucinda: Oh, Keith, it's not even morning yet...
*Then there was another loud crash*
Lucinda: What the hell now?!
*Keith led her into the room. Luke's hands now near the ceiling he just demolished, with a head now about to break through to the outside*
Lucinda: OOoooo… what's going on!!!!
*Luke's hands went open-palmed* I don't know, Mum!!! Every time I sneeze.. it...A-..A-A....
Me: Uh oh...
Luke: AAAAA CHOOOOOOOO!!!!! *a crumbling was heard from the next floors as his hands disappeared up*
Lucinda: My baby...
Craig: *I came back with Steve* See?
Steve: Oh....my......
Craig: Anything in your book Steve?
*More sneezes came; now sounding like freight train horns*
*He flicked through quickly*
Keith: Hurry, Steve.... I don't think we'll have a house by the end of this!!
*even though his father didn't mean it harshly, I could sense Luke felt bad about it*
Steve: There's nothing!! *flicking faster* Nothing in here.... wait... Lucinda...this may sound silly at a time like this.....but.....do you have some lemon, honey and some hot water?
*Few more crashes brought Luke's larger head to the open air, feeling a bit of a small roof from there the chimney stack was on top of his head*
Lucinda: Now what we be needing these for?
Luke: ACHOO!
Steve: That's why *pointing up*
Lucinda: I don't see how lemon and honey would help a growing boy like him... I know a better, perfect solution for this
*I hear a slightly deep moan coming from Luke after his mother spoke*
Lucinda: Those be fine for mere mortals, but I do have something to help for this situation like before...
Steve: hmmmm....
*Without a moment's notice, Lucinda went to the kitchen and rummaged around*
Craig: *stroking my beard* this is not good...
Lucinda: *to herself* pickles...canned tomatoes...where the hell's the cabbage juice? ...Dammit, fresh out... *Out of the vegetable bin, she brought out 2 heads of cabbage and began to chop and stew them in a boiling pot. I began to walk forward into Luke's demolished room and began climbing up on him, careful not to fall and get a tight grip, until I made my way up to the outside roof, then calling down*
Me: Come on guys...up here...
*Jan and Ginger finally came down the stairs*
Craig: *I followed suit, climbing up*
*All Luke could feel was tiny hands and feet against him*
Me: There we go *getting his arms up*
*Jan wrinkled his nose and immediately clasped it* Jan: Ehh, what the fuck is that god awful smell??
*Ginger snips* Ginger: eee...it smells like...boiled cabbage??
*Everyone shot a confused look*
Ginger: this brings back to dinners with kapustas in it
*Now Jan and Ginger came up to the roof*
Jan: *to his slightly enlarged brother* Geez, bro, now you're just showing off...
Luke: *Luke pointed a finger* Quiet you... *swatting blindly*
Jan: Hey don't get defensive with me...just because you're bigger than a house doesn't mean I can't take you on...
Craig: Easy Jan o.o
*Keith settled his hand on Jan's shoulder*
Jan: I can too...
*Lucinda stirred the large steaming pot while we waited "outside"*
*Keith looked to his younger son to almost say I'm sure you can*
Ginger: *bringing her silk robe in closer* I don't get it, Keith, no matter how many times I've seen this happen, you're not even remotely shocked
Keith: *turning to Ginger* I've seen a lot of things....
Me: So...why doesn't your son becoming a giant concern you?
*Another large sneeze was coming in, Jan then grabbed Ginger and ducked for cover*
*Craig cowering behind Steve*
Keith: *Keith looked up as his son grew another few feet* Well this doesn't concern me...I'm sure he can look after himself...
Me: I...I...I'm confused... I mean...he's...
Luke: ACHOO! *crumble, bang*
Oh dear...
Keith: He has a cold....
Me: Well...yes...that's what I felt he had...but I mean...
Keith: Well...to tell the truth...this has kind of happened before...
Me: Oh??
*Ginger got back up from behind Jan, as well as Craig from Steve*
Craig: "Before"?
Ginger: What do you mean "before"?
Jan: So THAT'S why there was the goddamn awful smell of cabbage...
Craig: Huh?! *looking at Jan; Keith chuckled a little*
Me: And that's what Lucinda is doing...
Keith: *nodding* precisely...
Me: Cabbage juice...
Ginger: *making an ugh noise* I couldn't stand those kapustas as a kid...why in the world use cabbage for this?
Craig: *nodding* I'd rather have Steve's suggestion...
Me: Maybe for something besides clearing the sinuses? *I stood next to Luke's blonde locks*
Craig: Hmmm...yeah....
*Luke sniffled a bit*
Jan: And big bro never liked cabbaged either...
Me: *To Luke* Looks like blueberries aren't the only thing you have a love/hate for...
Luke: Did someone mention cabbage? Hmph!! *folding his arms*
*Lucinda poured the pot into a strainer, now mashing them up to a fine pulpy state*
Jan: *Imitating his mom* Alwight sweetie...open up now...
Luke: shut up....
*Luke now sounding like a kid in a bad mood*
Me: Hehe...I'm sorry hun, but if it worked before...
*Lucinda poured the large liquid mixture into a large pail and proceeded to carry it back to the room*
Lucinda: Al-right...this should be ready...
Keith: Done Lucy?
Lucinda: Indeed I am. *To Luke* Sweets, can I...get a lift?
Luke: Hmph...okay.... *helping his Mother up*
Lucinda: Ooh my! *experiencing for the first time getting lifted up by a hand palm* I'm only glad this never went this far when you were a babe...but you were always tall for a boy...
Luke: hehe... A-a-aaaa--...
Craig: Brace yourselves
Alison Gray: Oh crap...
Luke: ACHOO!!!!
Lucinda: Whoa hoo-
*the sneeze aimed somewhat downward*
Ginger: You think the neighbors are hearing this?
Craig: *I get blown back by the sneeze and lose my footing* whoa
Keith: Hehe....probably...
Jan: Geez pop... *getting back up* wish you were with us to lighten the mood whenever the hell this happens...
*Keith shrugged while Lucinda tended to Luke*
Lucinda: Now come on, hun, drink up! Don't argue with me...
Luke: *kid-like* But Mooooom...
Lucinda: It'll calm those things going on in your body
Luke: But it tastes VILE!!!
Lucinda: Remember how I taught you imagine it tasted like something else you can drink it down?
*Luke nodded and frowned*
Lucinda: Well...think only of that...and then you won't have to taste anything vile... and since I've made the biggest batch in years, think of more of it as something better...
Luke: okaay... *reluctantly opening his mouth*
Lucinda: And the last time I checked, nobody died from drinking cabbage *His mother poured the batch down like throwing out water*
Craig: *Luke gulped it down, pulling a disgusted face and cringing* *gulp* ugh...
Lucinda: There...I hope you thought of something good long and hard...
Me: *To Ginger* Might be an entire blueberry patch...
Craig: By that face....doubtful....
Me: *Patting down his hair* How are you feeling, hun?
Craig Whitehouse: Luke: Ugh...a bit warmer...
Me: Warmer?
Lucinda: Then it's doing its job now
*Luke nodded; his sniffles slowly going away*
Me: Least you can breathe now
*Luke grinned*
Luke: *He placed his mom softly on the ground* Thanks mom
Lucinda: My job as a mum, dear *patting his leg*
Ginger: Kind of unusual for a vampire to feel warm...
Steve: Well you should know by now he's no ordinary vampire
Me: And look at the family he keeps
*Luke rubbed his hands a little, as some of his height deteriorated*
Steve: Well, I'll be a....
Jan:...old coot?
Steve: ¬.¬
Me: Now I trust he won't shrink "all" the way down, will he Lucinda? Otherwise, he'll be small enough to carry in your skirt pocket
*Luke continued to shrink back down, some of the loose rubble falling*
*I hand my hands around that lock of hair, pulling me along with him as he shrank back down. Luke felt warmer and warmer which each foot lost, calming down more*
Me: WHOOOAAA! *hanging on for dear life as I fell down through*
*the hair around my hands getting thinner, as Luke reached to his normal size, the warmth still inside also making him feel too happy, as he shrank further down than expected*
Luke: mmmmm *feeling relaxed*
Me: Uh, honey... *watching him shrink to a smaller size still*
Craig: Hmmm ....a bit too much?
*everyone coming downstairs*
Luke: Huh?
*Luke was reaching to a nice six inch size, with me laying on my size atop the scrunched bed*
Luke: *Luke looked around* Oh for the love of....
Me: *My face scrunched in embarrassment* I'm sorry hun...I think I jinxed it for you...
Luke: no matter *hugging what he could*
Me: hehe, at least you're not really mad...
*Lucinda knelt down to where her son was*
Luke: Mad? hehe
Keith: Ahh.... problematic...
Lucinda: You're right there, child... *scooping Luke into her palms and about to place him in her gown pocket*
Luke: whoa...careful, Mom...
*She fitted him in the side of her pocket at the right*
Lucinda: He is the right size for my pocket... teehee
*Luke only grinned*
Lucinda: And cute as a beetle bug
*She picked him back up into her cupped palms again to show to her husband with delight*
Keith *Keith just shook his head and grinned* You women and your pocket sized novelties...
Luke: Dad! I'm your son!! Not a novelty!! *waving his hands*
*Keith chuckled and rubbed Luke's head with his index finger*
Luke: Daaad!! >.<
Keith: *continues to pet Luke* If only my old companions could see this....they would be incredibly amazed, for certain...
Me: Speaking of which...you said I'm reminded of someone you know
Keith: Ohh? *losing track while petting his miniature son*
Keith: *Keith sat next to you* Was there ever anyone in your family tree named Alice Elliot?
Me: Alice Elliot?? That name is so familiar...
*Keith looked into your eyes, nodding*
Me: But I don't know anyone in the family with that name, more like it reminded me of a character from a game
Keith: Hmmm....curious.....
Me: that's how I recognized you in the first place...
Keith: A....video game?
Me: *I nod* Yeah...
Keith: Fascinating... *he stroked his chin and crossed his legs* Would you mind showing me this game?
Jan: Wait a minute! You mean dad was in a video game? Where the hell are the fuckin' royalties...
Ginger: *Stamping him* Jan, Shut up!
Craig: *I bring up screenshots on my palmtop* Here, Keith...
*Keith takes the palmtop*
Keith: My word... it's her....It's Alice!
Me: Yes...but no way is there a resemblance...
Keith: *Keith shot looks between you and the palmtop* Not in appearance....but something else....
Me: Well...when I first met Luke and along many different events, he did teach me to develop Telekinesis and make barrier shields...he even gave me this long knife for a weapon...I know it's not a bible...
Keith: Hmmmm....
*While we were talking, Luke sat perched on my shoulder*
Luke: *with a tiny voice* I'd hate to interrupt...but there's a matter of returning me to normal
Me: *To Luke* That must be how I looked when I was "smaller"...
Luke:
Me: Now you're cute as a button
*Luke blushed a little*
Alison Gray: And you are right...aww...but think you can manage it on your own now that your cold's gone?
Luke: I could try, just set me down on the bed
Me: sure thing *in tune, I pick him up and place on the bed along the ruffled sheets*
Luke: wish me luck *he closed his eyes and focused*
Me: Yes dear
*Focusing hard on his original height, the changes began to take effect. He slowly but surely grew taller and taller; the part he sat on sank in as he became taller*
*Luke: *eyes still shut* How am I doing?
*By now he was half his original height*
Me: Doing good, actually
*He giggled and carried on - inch by inch he neared his original height. Everyone watched on as he grew. If anything, his parents were the most intrigued and relieved*
Craig: *Luke reached his original height and sat up* phew...
Me: hehe
Keith: That certainly was....impressive to say the least
Jan: Which was why Unc wanted him that much...
Keith: Hmmm... well we best not let him get his hands on Luke....
Lucinda: We knew Luke could do this...which was why...it was...devastating...
Keith: *placing his hand on Luke's shoulder* A skill like that shouldn't ever be toyed with
Me: And I think I can say for everyone that that's the truth
*everyone nodding in agreement*
Ginger: But can either of you also do something like this?
Me: And there was the matter of Luke becoming invisible all of a sudden...
Keith: Well as far as we know only Luke has this ability... but that may be the reason for my brother wanting him so badly...
Me: And how devastating using such a power can be...and how far to take it
Keith: *Keith nodded* My brother's crazed..... and he will certainly do whatever it takes to gain this ability...
Me: *I nodded*
Keith: But enough for now...we can talk in the morning
Craig: Erm....and what about the great big hole in the roof? *pointing up*
Steve: Leave that to me! :D *flicking straight to a reversal spell for objects*
Ginger: Well, you can't tell the roofer that your son ended up becoming a giant and crashed through during the night
Craig: Looks like Steve's the man with the plan :P
*Steve began to mutter his usual Latin chants, as the debris rumbled about a little. It slowly began to rise up and reform above everyone*
Me: Wow
*It then began to glue itself together - not a crack could be seen*
Lucinda: Good as new for a 100 year old beach house
*Not one bit of brick remained, all reformed back in to the house within minutes*
Steve: there... *closing the book**...good as new
*with the house repaired everyone went back to sleep, except Luke was without a bed*
Luke: *looking at the bed* Hey Steve..... *then looking to you with a grin*
Me: Hold on Luke...you can bunk with me
Luke: Never mind *towards the door as he shut it and walked with you*
Me: That is interesting, being the only one in the family to do this... what others tricks can your family do?
Luke: Wouldn't you like to know :P *Luke walked through the door to your room, explaining all he could*
*he explained about potential skills he could learn - invisibility, agility, projection, phasing....*
Me: Wait…projection and phasing?? What do you mean by phasing dear? *laying down on the bed after pulling the covers*
Luke: Well I can project an image as a decoy...or walk through walls, so to speak...
Me: I understand about phasing...but projecting an image? Was it like what Craig thought down in the cave?
Luke: Precisely…
Me: Wow, oh my god... I always thought of how that ability was so uniquely amazing to look at
*Luke grinned and cuddles you*
Me: So can you do phasing?
Luke: Not yet...
Me: Still learning then?
*Luke nodded*
*snuggling in bed deeper*
Me: Well...maybe one day, you can focus on separating your molecules together to go through objects...
Luke: one day....
Me: Now for me I hope to get to sleep quicker than that, since everything was so exciting
Luke: hehe *cuddling in bed, he gives you a quick kiss* Night night hun
Me: night Lukie
*He smiled and laid his head down, drifting off*
Chapter 12: Proposed Mouse Bites
Chapter Text
Morning came in; after everyone had breakfast, it was suggested we all break for a while before investigating the artifact in the cave again.
Luke cuddled me at my side; everyone going about their business.
Me: hehe, oh you...
Luke: *poking your chest lightly* You what?
Me: *batting him away playfully* I can't help but feel like we're pushing our luck being very intimate at your parent's house.
Luke: Maybe.... *looking around shiftily*
Me: Everyone seems to have some activities planned for themselves; looks like it'll be quiet and settled again like it was a few months ago, although I notice your mom has "big" plans for me in the family...
Luke: *Luke grinned* Hehe true.... but when she knows...she knows.
Me: Ahhehe. Anyway...what're you planning to do with the free time?
Keith: *Keith walked over, placing his hand on Luke's shoulder* Morning son...Are you still into a little...fencing?
Me: That certainly sounds like a noble activity *seeing if Luke got the joke*.
Luke: Hehe....*giving a light jab to your arm.*
Me: Hee
Keith: How about it?
Luke: Errrrmmmm... looking to you for some confirmation.
Me: Sure, you can go on... I'll be alright by myself.
Luke: grinning and following his dad. I’ll see you later hun.
Me: Okay.
*For a second my mind imagined scenes of marriage and in a wedding gown, at least taking a guess as to how I'd look in one. But even then, I also wondered about the prospect of being "literally" one of the family. Luke walked out, looking back with a grin**telepathically: Love you...**In mind: love you too*
But anyway, curiosity got the better of me as I decided to explore the house.
Craig: *I stay at the table, still playing with my palmtop* Don't get lost, yeah....
Me: *I walked by when he said* You make it seem like you're also reading my mind.
Craig: *I giggled and look up* I have a knack for it.
I breathily snorted, then left on my own. I walked down that hallway where the rooms are, Steve was near the balcony window where the screen was open for air, seeing he was busy into something.
Steve looked out into the sea, musing over a lot of things.
He looked deep in thought over something, I wasn't sure if he was upset, despite looking into his memories of a wife and activities with other wizards and magic users, so I decided to leave him at that.
Moving up the stairs, I looked over from the side of the door, Jan teaching Ginger something.
Ginger: As if!
Jan: Come on babe...with a butch woman with fuckin' half a body of tattoos can do it, anyone woman can...
I didn't want to think what that meant, so I left from there.*
*It later turned out to be how to roll a cigarette into a knot inside one's mouth, and realizing that despite Ginger not being a smoker, she still kissed one that probably does on occasion.
I didn't see Lucinda in the kitchen since morning and didn't know what else she does; anyway, I came to a door that was closed along another curve of the hallway. Opening it up, there was the usual smell of attic aromas: dusty and very nostalgic; as I walked along the creaky steps, just like a usual attic, everything was very cluttered and dusty and many items were hidden under sheets, with a small dusty window letting in very little light.
There were antique painted portraits along the walls and many trunks.
With each creaking footstep many things caught my eye.
Me: Wow... *to myself*
There was a particular trunk at my left side, where there seemed to be something long and angular next to it. I knelt down and opened the trunk first, it loudly creaked, and dust settled. Inside were old children's toys, covered with a sheet. They seemed much more like traditional toys - ABC blocks, and the sort.
The blocks in particular seemed to be made before plastic ones became available and maybe early 20th century, but moving aside other items like baby shoes, I pull up a photo album inside was one of, from my guess was Luke, with a baby face and wrapped in a blue blanket, held by his mother who seemed to be asleep with her eyes clothes and with a glowing drip on her face; date along the back was marked October 31st, 1977 a.d.
There also one of a bronze skinned child, minus piercing's and glowing yellow eyes shut.
Me: He certainly had some baby fat along his cheeks then *smiling*.
But for both photographs, something caught me off guard. Granted, Keith must've taken at least some of them since he was in ones with both boys’ births, but there was another man in them. His nose was slightly pointed, wearing regular glasses with blonde hair tied back into a short pony tail. I wondered who this person was. Inside the photo album had information of the boys, inches, weight, etc. but also had written markings of who was resided and the godfather, both mentioned uncle: "Dr. Emmett Gerald-Valentine".
Me: I've never seen him before... looking in, there was also a mention of Joachim and Hildegard as uncle and aunt respectively, yet Doc was also their uncle...no way...
It was intended for both Jan and Luke, but Luke seemed to have the most changes going on in measurements. Each of the written dates notched in showed Luke's height changes varied, from an inch or more a few months to a few years.
Me: Is this why he was so interested? Did he know ahead of time? But if this is the case, why did from the time being didn't Luke become so immensely bigger?
Looking further, at one point at seven years old, he was then about three feet or so in height, I didn't know if that was normal for a seven year old. But obviously, no other height markings are noted.
Me: Something must've happened...they were probably taken away by then... but then... lying that they were dead?
Still so many questions boggled me.
I placed my fingers on the board, feeling the notches and words.
Me: I really need to ask them this. I need to let Luke know...
The wood seemed different somehow. And now a tad wider than it once was.
Me: Huh? That's strange...
it now seemed taller too, as did most of the surroundings.
Me: Hey, what is this...?
Now the lettering on the wood seemed bigger, taller, deeper...
Me: Oh no! Eeeee.... squealing out like a girl in an anime.
I realized I was shrinking away, a light around me making it so; everything was slowly towering over me. I stopped at, according to the chart, about six inches or so and now tall enough to stand up, albeit looking around frantically.
Me: Oh...oh...
I heard some scurrying then, peeking out from a path between 2 trucks were two beady eyes. A dusty little mouse came out, wrinkling its whiskers.
Me: *I turned around* Huh!
Mouse: *squeak*
Me: I hope... it's not a mangy one...
The mouse got closer, looking a little curious.
Me: D-don't be...scared *unsure if I was saying this to myself or the mouse* I'm about...the size... as you... are...
The mouse tilted its head, then slowly crawled to me, sniffing.
Me: Eh eh eh... *standing still as best I could* Th-this proves that even...mice scurry about in Jamai...ca...
The mouse curled around you and blinked.
Me: Eeh... where's a piece of cheese when you need it. I gave it a quick, comforting pet along its back, hoping it won't jump and scratch, it relaxed and acted almost cat-like when petted.
Me: Yes...*I continued another long fur pet.*
It rubbed itself against me and ran up behind me, forcing me onto its back.
Me: Ooh my. O-okay...so you're a friendly mouse...that lives up here...
Mouse: *squeak*
Me: Hee...Wait...you can... understand me?
The mouse shuffled a bit, squeaking; the mouse started to shuffle to the door you entered in.
Me: Hmm? Where are you going, little mouse? I then heard some large creaking noises.
Mouse: SQUEAK!!!
Me: What is it?
the mouse carries you to a hiding place as the door opens.
Me: Whoa! *cough* dust...
Craig: Hello? *I walked in slowly* Allie, you in here?
Mouse: SQUEAL!
Me: Luke!! No, little mouse, it's okay!
Craig: Allie? *looking confused and seeing the chest and height chart; at the dust on the floor* ....footprints?
Me: I realized oddly that I thought it was Luke for some reason, I wonder if he heard it in his mind?
*While Keith and Luke fenced* *clang clang* Luke stopped and fell backwards from Keith's stabbing motion. He had a concerned look on his face.
Keith: *panting* what's the matter?
Luke: Alison.....something's wrong....*looking in the direction of the exit.*
By then Craig noted the footprints and left the attic.
Me: I wonder if he's going for help... *I petted the mouse again* I know someone will come for me...
Luke rushed back from his fencing, and hurried upstairs, bumping into Craig in the hall. He stood outside the attic door and placed his hand on the handle.
Mouse: SQUEAK! *sniff*
Me: Little mouse...
The mouse shuffled a little as Luke opened the door, stepping in.
Me: See?
Mouse: eeek eeek
Luke heard the squeaking and knitted his eyebrows down.
Luke: What the...?
I held onto the mouse.
Luke looked around a little, then eventually looked down.
Me: Careful there... just hope that now he won't make a bad step...
He knelt down, then turned to the direction to the mouse.
Luke:....A... Alison?
Me: Uh...hi...honey…
Luke: What happened to you? *reaching out*
Mouse: grrr eek.
Me: No, no! petting the mouse, trying to hold on to it from attacking.
*The mouse shuffled a little.
Me: He's a good guy, he's a good guy...
Mouse: eeek... *sniff sniff*
*Luke nodded*
Me: I think...the mouse really likes me... *stating the obvious* Better be careful with it, hun...it's very ornery.
The mouse then steps aside and scurries away.
Me: ...so much for normalcy...
Luke: Hehe placing his hand down for you.
Feeling the cloth of his gloves with my hands as I climbed on.
Me: I have a feeling this is getting very common place for us to be on each other's hands...
Luke: True..... how DID this happen to you anyway? walking out onto the landing upstairs.
Me: *Before he gets farther out, I pointed* I think...it was that...height chart there... he turned around and walked back to the attic.
Luke: This one? *pointing*
Me: Mhm
Luke: Oh my.... *investigating it* My old chart....and my toys..... looking at the chest.
Me: hehehe You actually remember them...
Luke: I do... looking at all his old toys, taking him back years.
Me: How much... *settling down* do you remember as a kid?
He then looked at the open album and saw newborn pictures of him and Jan.
Luke: Luke sat cross-legged, looking through the photo album. Not this far back....
Me: I know, but...hey, there's more photos of "him"...
Luke: *turning to the photo* hmmm...
Pointing as I stood on his crossed leg.
Luke stared at the photograph, confused; constantly focusing on Doc.
Me: But wouldn't it be him? I mean...he looks different in these...
Luke: He does....
Me: Maybe he can alter his appearance as well...
Luke nodded and still focused on him.
Me: And then there's you and Jan's height chart...
Luke: hmmm...
Me: Honey?
Luke: *still staring* what made him turn....?
Me: But...there's evidence that he's older than he appears in these photos, it even says how old he was in them. And with Millennium being from World War 2...
*Luke nodded*
Me: Maybe what made him turn isn't the real question... but, how did he turn prior to joining Millennium then? And how could they not know? Why he wouldn't let you die so easily... oh honey... Even before all this...you dealt with the idea of being taller than normal...
He nodded again.
I could hear his loss of words of himself thinking he was a monster... except the one time was to lash out at Alucard...but that's something not to bring up now.
Me: I...you're not a monster! *shaking my head*
*Feeling my face heat up*
Me: I don't care what anyone says about you! I know you're not like that! And even then...there was no choice but to step into the darkness regardless of regretting what you do! Or even did! I was worried at first about that, but now...so much has happened! So much together...and still you've been a gentleman! It's not like I'm an angel myself and I have my doubts, but still...and even without you...I would've never have learned the things I do now! My skills, my talents! It really makes me feel special and important! And a monster can't do that.
He slowly started to grin.
Me: We all know he's wrong! That's why he can't use you like that! To lose everything now is too unbearable! *tears coming down* And whatever he's done to go astray, whatever it is, don't take that path! Otherwise... *slight sob*
he wiped your tears with his huge index finger.
Me: *sob sob* And I know...this is really scary...doing all this and all the threats that come with it, but I can't back out now of this! Not when so much is on the line! I *wiping my cheek with my back hand* believe in you. I don't want to lose you.
Luke looked at the photo book, slowly closing it and placing it back into the chest. He looked to you in your shrunken form and grinned.
Luke: He rested you on his knee, and reached behind him. I was meaning to do this at a different situation...
Me: Huh? But...are you alright? I wasn't sure if you were listening since you were looking at the book for so long...
Luke: *From his back pocket he pulls out a small red velvet box* I'm more than alright hun... *he grinned more* and having thought about this long and hard...it was clear to see that this wasn't a tall task...er... *realizing his pun*.
Me: heh...
*Presenting the box, he opened it slowly* Luke: Alison.....*as the box is fully opened to reveal an old, but still incredibly beautiful, diamond ring*... will you marry me?
Me: Haah!? *the diamond was almost as big as my head...and it glittered from the dusty window lights*
*Luke grinned*
Me: Uh...uh...um... I was fleeing so flustered now. After telling Luke everything that went on in my head when I looked inside the truck, and now this...it's like you don't know what to say or do.
My eyes glittering like the diamond, my heart was thumping.
Luke's smile started to fade, hoping he didn't just ruin anything.
Me: No...don't leave that smile... it might sound corny later, but I didn't care at the moment.
He started to smile again.
Me: I don't want you to be unhappy that way...Not ever...And...so...
Luke: *Luke grinned, placing the ring aside for a second and stroking your hair* I know it was all of a sudden...but it felt this was the time. I love you so much and I can't help but think that we're meant for this... And after a lot of thought, will you marry me?
Me: *smiling* ...yes. Athough it came out like a squeak as pitched as the mouse's.
Luke: *Luke grinned more, and picked up the ring* Erm...it maybe a little bigger than it... trailing off, trying to figure out how to put it on.
Me: Here...*grabbing the sides*
Showing him how to put it around me.
Me: eh...I think it may be too small for my waist...
Luke: hmmm
Me: I'll just... *grabbing the sides and holding around there* I'll just hold it for now.
Luke: Okay hun... *petting your head*
Me: hehe Oo...*keeping it in balance* has some weight to it still...*something started warming up inside me, was it glee or something else common when growing? Either way, I set the ring down on Luke's palm.*
Me: Something's bubbling...
Luke: Bubbling...? looking as there was some rumbling, which felt like a small vibration to him.
Me: ...And I don't think it's just marital bliss... *feeling a tug "upward", my body starting shooting up* whhoooooaaaaa.....
Luke's eyes went wide as I soon reached 3 feet, my body expanded upward still, stopping and slowing when I return to normal.
Luke grinned and quickly embraced you.
Me: Oh!
Well, at least something else good came out of this: I end up normal size. Luke giggled and lifted my hand, sliding the ring onto my finger, softly gasping, with another hug back from me, the time between us was quiet but lively.
Just then, some clanking sounds were heard in the back of the attic room.
Luke quickly turned around, looking at the back.
Lucinda poked her head out, pulling back the dusty sheets from her head and coughing as she muttered.
Luke: Mom? o.O
Lucinda: Son of a...trying to find some European strainer up here and you get trapped... I heard you coming up here, Allie, but there was too much crap in here I didn't think you'd hear me...
Luke cuddles you more, pulling you closer - feeling a little awkward.
Lucinda: But don't think I didn't hear what was goin' on here...now was this why you asked me for my engagement ring, Lukie? Her tone happy and sincere.
Luke: Errrr.... *nodding*
Luke smiled.
Lucinda started whooping and coughing, on account of extra dust that settled in the air.
Luke: Let's get out of here... *gazing into your eyes*
He walks out, with his arm around my waist...a faint squeaking heard behind.
Lucinda: Your father proposed to me just outside of that Blue Castle back in Transylvania...so this is not quite what I thought as romantic...
Me: Oh wait...*I didn't want to, but I reluctantly pulled away, I knelt down, pursing my lips to make a squeak-like sound.*
Mouse: *the mouse was in the middle of the room, shuffling and sniffling* squeak.....
Me: *play talking* Come on, little mouse... come on...
Mouse: SQUEAK! *it shuffled closer really quickly*
Holding out my hands, it walked into them.
Luke: hehe...a new pet?
The mouse squeaked.
Me: heh, yeah...*turning back over with the grey mouse's tail moving and whiskers wiggling* can I keep him?
Lucinda: Eek! That thing's been biting holes into my old church dresses!
Luke: hehe sure... possibly doing it as a rebel thing against his Mom, gauging her reaction.
Me: It'll be in a cage sometimes...just in case...
The mouse squeaked again.
Lucinda: *deep sigh* A-right fine, but if it decides to chew toy my white Sunday best... hits the side of her fingers against her other fingers to indicate a mousetrap.
Mouse: eeek!!!
Me: I'll make sure, Lucinda...I promise leaning closer.
Lucinda: My baby's getting married, married, married! *Hugging and kissing back*
Luke: Hehe caught in a kind of group hug.
When we came back down, we spread the good word.
Craig: Congratulations
Jan: *teasing* Who's the lucky broad?
Craig: *I laughed and shook my head*
Ginger: *squealing* ooooo, luckieee girl!
Steve shook Luke's hand, offering his congratulations too.
Jan: *grinning mischievously* Now you're finally gonna get some, bro!
Craig: And one more, then you cross the line Jan haha.
I felt very warm in the face, hoping it was the light-headed moment of being engaged, not knowing what it would feel like.
Lucinda: A better day to celebrate amid all this war...
But then my stomach started feeling jumpy, my head hurting, nauseated; I quickly excused myself and went for the ground floor bathroom.
Craig: Hmmm... I wonder what's wrong... His eyes following me
I puke into the toilet, dry-heaving.
Craig: whoa... o.o
Luke: *Luke walked to the door* Hunny...you okay?
Hearing the sounds from behind the closed door.
Me: *gulp* I'm...fine...just a little nauseous...
Chapter 13: Pressure Cooker
Summary:
Keith, Luke and Allie are taken captive.
Chapter Text
The following day, everyone had set out to the beach where we encountered Luke's parents.
Ginger: Sure is a nice day to take a swim...
Keith walked on ahead towards the cave.
Craig: I nodded yup... pity I didn't pack any swimming gear... :P
Me: Well, I'm not sure how inclined you are, but... I think you could use just your underwear...
Craig Whitehouse: Naaah... and before you say it Jan...no I'm not skinny dipping ¬.¬
Jan: Hey, I was gonna say that nobody wants to see your fuckin' junk sweeping about. Moving his hand back and forth in a metronome manner.
Craig: Tut...shaking head You won't, man... beside I think we should catch up with Keith.
We did so, finding us back to the cave opening from a few days before.
Keith looked it over and nodded. Steve was joining in on that, as I stood reading off my palmtop as usual.
Keith: Hmmm... walking in, Steve and I followed.
Me: What is it Keith?
Keith: Something’s...different...
Ginger: A bad different?
Keith nodded, inspecting the walls.
The brightness along the signs had a different color scheme.
Keith: This isn’t good.... Luke?
Luke gave you a quick kiss on the cheek and walked over.
Me: The colors here have a purplish color to the signs, I think they were white or yellow the first time we saw them...
Keith nodded, running his hand along them. Once he did this, they began to glow even brighter.
Craig: OH crap o.o I watched on from a distance.
The purple light shone intensely bright, as Keith was sucked in...and the suction was beginning to grab a hold of you and Luke.
Luke: Agh...!
Me: Eeek!
Luke was dragged in. I grabbed the sleeve of Luke's jacket shirt, pulling him back. Luke tried to hold on, but this only made the suction stronger, pulling you too.
Me: Eee! feeling myself get dragged in.
Craig: OH CRAP!! Running in an attempt to help, just bump into a barrier.
Me: Craig!
Craig: Rubbing my head Ow...
Luke didn’t let go as you were pulled closer to the symbol.
Me: Eeee!
And within moments you were sucked in too - purple hazes and lights surrounding you as you were a first pulled, then just falling. Luke and Keith had already hit the ground.
It was so bright in this surround place and feeling myself just float along, like going down the downward corridor of an Alice in Wonderland tale set to wild runes. Upon hitting the ground Luke and Keith helped you up to your feet. I nodded in thanks. Luke looked around. Everyone stood inside a cold metallic room with barely any light.
Me: Oooh... the walls felt cold to the touch
Luke: This isn't good...
Keith: How so?
Luke: I feel like I've been here before....
Me: Just this room?...Or outside of it?
Luke: Everything about this place....it just seems...familiar…
On those words, a few holes opened up, which began to spray out a gas.
Keith: gasp
Me: cough
The gas kept coming, everyone inhaling it.
Luke: cough, cough, gasp
Me: gasp, breathe, cough
Keith fell to the floor with a heavy thud, as soon did Luke.
Me: Luke..Kei....aah...*I lose sight and conscience, my view blurring.*
When I woke up, I wasn't sure of where Luke or Keith was, but I felt groggy and had something slightly pinch me at the side. It looked long and metallic and it was pointed against my left side, where as I was tied along my wrists and ankles against something.
Doc: Zere.... all done. Removing the needle and placing it down on a nearby table
Me: Aah! *gasping out from the pinch.
Doc: shhshhshhhh
Me: Doc?!
Doc: Yes dear hehe, don't be so startled...
Me: What's going on here! Where's Luke and Keith!!
Doc: You'll know in good time....
Me: What was that needle for??
Doc: Ignoring the comment, he looked at a computer scheme That technician of yours is certainly good at his vork...
Me: Shocked What did you say?!
Doc: Zee nanites of course.... swiveling the desktop monitor into view
Gasp
Doc: It seems zat not just your husband is useful after all hehehe.... pointing at your ring
Me: We-we're only engaged!
Doc: Vell... rubbing his hands... soon to be husband.... either way, he’s just as useful...
Gathering up in my mouth, I hawk and spit at him.
Doc: tut tut, shaking his head
Doc: Don’t do zat...you'll dehydrate yourself... He turned to the PC, analyzing the nanites
Me: I breathe deeply in and out in anger
Doc: Interesting indeed...
Me: I'd like to know exactly what sort of sick idea you have with that comment!
Doc: Just a biological fact... but... *Urging to go off topic.* Now zat I know zeese little creepies are inside you... I may as well try a little experiment on you myself...
Doc: He tapped a few keys, muttering a few things ...Tune into zee frequency.... decode.... encrypt... aaaaand... he hits the enter key.
Still struggling to get out.
Computer: Gas production... engaged...
Doc: SUCCESS!! :D
Me: What?
Doc: Doc chuckled then slowly turned around Gas production...within minutes I have turned your little protective minibots into something zat could spell your doom!! he poked your tummy your little friend should learn to encrypt properly...
Me: Hep... *Feeling the poking sting*.
Doc: Ho hooooo I'm going to enjoy zis...
Me: Please! If I'm useful to you, why try and kill me??
Doc: Hehe.... *Raising an eyebrow*. What makes you think I couldn't clone you?
Me: It wouldn't be the genuine article!
Doc: Genuine article or not.... it would be identical... heehe...heee...
Me: Ulp...*Feeling nauseous again, and out of the worst time! Trying to hold it back, I didn't know
why I was feeling nauseous all of a sudden, even since yesterday.*
Doc tilted his head, giving a confused look.
Me: Ulmp! urp! Oohh...
Doc: Hmmm...curious.... zee effect should have started happening by now... turning to his PC, he doubled the frequency, suspecting the nanites are misbehaving.
Me: Aah! something else started happening to me besides the real need to throw up.
Doc: Doc laughed at your cry At last...*Turning to notice your tummy blowing up slowly.*
Me: Aah... moaning loudly
Doc: He kept laughing with maniacal joy Hehe too much? rubbing your tummy - now resembling a 6 months pregnant belly.
Me: Ahah! Stop it!
Doc: *Sniggers* Shakes his head as he continues to rub your stomach, as it quickly reaches 9 months.
Me: Forced to swallow back in and deal with the nausea now smaller Damn it, stop it!
Doc: No.... rubbing as your belly blew up like a beach ball, the gas now moving to other places - your boobs like 2 balloons growing bigger by the second, spreading to your arms and legs as they plumped up.
Me: Ahah!
Doc: Doc gave your breasts a quick squeeze and making notes Hmmm.... nodding his head
Me: AAH!
Feeling like a tortured girl in an anime hentai, against my will and forced upon by a sick bastard.
Doc: Stroking his chin not long now...zee experiment will be over soon.
Right now, I wondered to myself why I enjoy inflation, but scared and used out of mind in this. Could it be Doc had obvious plans for me? Right now, I hope Luke can hear my thoughts...
Doc chuckled as you continued to bloat - your breasts now covering your view, forced up by your enormous belly.
Me: Eee! I shut my eyes tight, not wanting to look at him look at me, forcing out the stretching skin sounds. I ballooned more and more, your limbs sucking in to your inflating body, no resembling a more round shape.
Me: Rrmph! The rounded areas of my shoulders nudge against my neck and pressed along my chin and head.
Doc: It then began to slow down Doc: Ahhh...done! Chuckling Now I know what you may be thinking. Patting my tummy as he imitated a flute.
Me: Eeh! Feeling gleely shocked when he imitated the flute.
Doc: Maybe Frisky would help you? HA! Poking again.
Me: Ahh!
Walking back to the PC he hit another key with released the shackles. Instantly I begin to float.
Me: HAAAH!
If I thought like Jan, I too would call him a sick bastard, seeing into my deepest thoughts and
taunting me with them, my face fleeing more red.
Doc: He chuckled loudly as you floated to the ceiling And zee experiment is over.... you can join your precious Luke now hahaha! Clicking a button, the ceiling opened up and he walked away, humming the oompa loompa song to himself and laughing out loud.
Me: Wait! Stop!
By now he was gone as you floated up and away. I groaned out in frustration, flapping my useless hands.
Me: Saying to myself If I can ask Craig to do the same exact thing to him, by God I would...
The wind picked up, blowing me in a northerly direction.
Me: OOohh! The wind blowing me away like a real untethered balloon.
The vents fans blowing me in the direction of some more labs, Luke’s voice could be heard in the distance "Stop JABBING ME!! GRRR"
Me: Softly saying Luke?
Luke: "GRRR! STOP IT!!"
Whoosh!
The vents hum again and the air pushes me outward more, you neared an open vent where Luke's yelling was coming from.
Me: Seeing slowly up ahead Luke!
Luke: Alison!!
Luke came into few, a full-grown giant at 50 feet, tied down on his back. Around him were many pygmies like scientists in lab-coats, prodding and poking Luke with sharp sticks.
Me: What are they doing to him?! Still floating outward along, and since could heard me somehow, I
was probably a small dot moving along from his view.
Luke: Poke AGH! STOP IT!!
Another gust of wind blew you out into the lab they were testing on him. Luke struggled as they
continued to poke him. In the far corner was Keith, passed out on an operating table.
Me: sighing I got to help him! Squinting Is that.. Keith?
Luke growled aggressively
Me: Then a thought came in The nanites...even though it was done on the computer...I wonder if... Alright...nanites...you've been good so far to me...don't fail me now...*and with that, I took a deep
breath in.*
Doc: the doors swiftly opened Ahh Luke.... I see you're growing up quite nicely? hehe
Luke: GRrrr!!
Doc joins in on the prodding.
Doc: Hmmm...could I have a needle please? Holding his hand out as a pigmy lab rat handed him one. With a swift jab, he extracted some of Luke’s blood.
Luke: GRRRR stop it!!!
Doc: Zee more you struggle, boy, zee harder it vill be.... Doc extracted Luke's blood and quickly tested on it near Keith, looking under a microscope.
Hearing the conversation as I bloat out on my own. What was Doc planning now?
Doc: Hmmm very interesting...
I continue to breath in longer and deeper while breathing as much as normal, my rotund puffy body slowly expanding out, despite that I was also lowering myself down and out of sight.
Doc: I see zat your body never stopped...*Looking at the sample under the scope.*
Luke knew what the cryptic thought meant.
Luke: Luke struggled again Grrr... You're not going to get away with this!!
*Puff puff puff; rapidly blowing out like a blowfish.*
Doc: Heheh... He stepped away from the microscope, now holding a new needle and a small container.
Doc: Recognize this? Dragging out a serum from its container into the needle.
*Luke gasped as his eyes went wide.*
*Puff puff* Hard to tell how much bigger I was getting, but I'm guessing more than twice the size before, my head slowly rising up as my body rounded more; breathing in and feeling my entire body bloat out like the feeling of inhaling the same way to see my stomach bloat out.
Doc then lifted Keith's limp arm, rolling up his sleeve.
I was becoming just as tall as I can see the shocked expression on my love's face, my girth width widening further, touching against a sort of metallic rectangle block and the adjacent wall.
Luke: You DARE give him that stuff and I'll...
Doc: You'll vhat? raising an eyebrow
Me: Heh...heh...heh... breathing in more deeply and quickly.
Doc quickly injects Keith with the serum.
Luke: NO!!!
Me: Blowing up bigger and watching the injection take place Oh my god!!
Some poking had stopped on Luke's shoulder as a few pygmies watched a ballooning body grow bigger and bigger and bigger; if anything, I was probably close to ten feet from the "ground" as I expanded more. I heard a sudden swish and pop from my left side, feeling it poke me as I heard it mutter a purr.
Doc chuckled as Keith winced in his knocked out state, his body beginning to grow taller.
Doc: Hehe yes...
Schrodinger: Mew...vell...zee fraulien certainly is a big one...
Me: Ah! feeling another poke Eh! Eh! Trying to push myself out, moving the metallic board away, and leaving Schrodinger to disappear with an "eek".
The board made a deep, scratching sound along the floor.
Doc: Hmmm! looking in the direction of the sound.
I was free to become rounder and bigger, continuing to breathe in. The lab rats were about to defend themselves, but where squished along my rolling body.
Even Luke tried to look.
Lab rats: Eeeek squish, bloomp
Luke: .........Allie?
Craig Whitehouse: Doc: ahhhhhhhh chuckles it seems the nanites are vorking incredibly vell...
Swishpop! Schrodinger appeared almost next to Doc, sitting crossed legged.
Me: My eyes now shut tight, telling myself in my mind "keep em closed, just concentrate" That's... what you...think...
Doc: Hmmmm....
Schrodinger: Vell, Doc...looks like you got more than you bargained for...
Doc: Maybe so..... grinning and nodding
Then, when I felt I was big enough, I stopped deeply inhaling and remained stable. With a bit of momentum, I rocked back and forth, giving myself a rolling motion, heading toward the other pygmy team.
Schrodinger looked over to the giant Valentine.
Luke: Luke struggled more Grrr!
The cat boy had only black felt cat ears at the top of his head, which flapped with curiosity; he also wore a Hitler Youth uniform with black socks that go up below his knees and shoe-like boots.
Doc: Feisty yes? petting Schrodinger
Schrodinger: Schrodinger pulled away Look who's talking...
Doc shrugged
Schrodinger: Then looking over his shoulder And I guess that's the elder Valentine, Ja? I just hope you don't screw this vone up, Docy...
Doc: Yes..... Watching Keith fidget as he grew past 10 feet.
My rocking boulder body made a turn after the group ran the other way, now in the direction of the 2 Nazi's.
Pygmies: Agghh ruuuuunn!!
Doc: Oh no o.o
Luke: Luke struggled more, managing to break free a little GRrr ah-HA!!!
Schrodinger: Ciao! He then disappeared.
Doc looked on wide-eyed as I rolled into the wall, squishing him and the pygmies, knocking Keith’s table over and letting him roll off to the side, still growing.
Me: Quaking Pay back's a bitch, Ja? Trying to sound funny in the midst of danger.
Luke sat up.
Turning my head over and looking over to Luke, hearing a bit of squeaking as I did so.
Luke: Luke crawled over to you Are you ok hun?
Keith still grew inch by inch.
Me: ...Never better...although, when we get out of this, I have a request to put in to Craig...
Luke: Which is?
Me: I'll tell you later...but...you think...you can roll me aside so we can a talk with a certain evil relative?
Luke: Sure. he rolls you slowly aside
Me: Ooohh...
Doc: Dazed Uuuuuuuurrrrrrr
Me: Joking to Luke Think FAism is hereditary?
Luke: Hehe
Me: I think if I play my cards right, next time, you'll be down there.
Luke: Hehe oh my ... :P
Me: But, other matters now...
Doc: Aa--eeeeee o.o cough
Luke: Think he’s had enough?
Keith: Keith was now nearing Luke’s height and gathered himself OH...my..word....
Me: To Luke again Your dad!
Me: He's laughing?
Luke: I guess he is... o.o
Keith: Hehehe
Luke: Think we should leave him to it? whispered
Me: I'm...just as confused.. as he is oddly curious.
Luke nodded as he saw his Dad stood up and bump his head.
Me: Oh! wincing myself The ceiling's shorter than expected...
Luke nodded and grinned, oddly poking my bloated body. Doc was still dazed and slouching against the wall he was crushed against.
Oh! My ring... Trying to feel my left hand.
Luke: It's still there. Running it around your finger.
Me: Oh good, but something should be done to get us out of here...
Doc: Still dazed Uurrr congratulations it’s a boy eeeee uurrrrh...
Luke: What?... o.O
Doc...Or a girl.... urghh
Me: What??
Doc: coming to ugh.... ah...
Luke: What did you just say?! his voice bellowing
Me: Luke...I know you once stepped on your car, but you think you'd ever step on someone?
Doc: NO NO!!!! panic running through his voice I'll tell you.... sigh Congratulations....you are pregnant... ugh..
Me: WHAT??
Doc: May I go now? Scurrying backwards
Schrodinger: From somewhere Oh Doc, you're zuch a vet blanket... Do vhat you normally do and open up a portal and get out!
Doc: Grrrr ¬.¬ he crawled off, then ran.
It was now me, Luke and Keith in the laboratory, each of us big in our own way. I held my eyes closed and thought of being smaller, letting the air out of me, then I heard some faint hissing that became louder; the skin below me squeaking inward as I shrank. Luke and Keith watched in intrigue, shriveling with ease as I became smaller and less round. My body reverting to a torso shape with thick limbs still when I got back to my normal height and continued slowly deflating
Luke: Oooo :P
With some skin stretching into place, I was back to my normal shape.
Luke: hehe my turn he closed his eyes, trying to focus.
Luke focused harder than usual, shrinking down from 50 feet to 40...30...
I was left in thought while he dwindled, feeling the diamond ring on my left hand and thinking about the true possibility of being pregnant. He neared his normal height as he noticed in thought.
Me: I looked over Well, you're back to your usual look...
Luke: Luke nodded then gave you a cuddle Think what he said was true?
Mw: Hmm...
Keith: Out of his slight stupor, Keith looked over to us Hmmm... so referencing to his current state
what is the plan then?
Me: There has to be a way out of here...
Keith: Keith looked around Perhaps I could use my current size to an advantage? Looked up at a large crack in the ceiling
Me: That would be terrific!
Keith let his hand down for both you and Luke to step onto.
Me: Oh, thank you, still gentlemanly as usual.
Keith: Hehe...anytime dear placing both you and Luke in his shirt pocket he proceeded to punch
away at the ceiling.
Me: Oh my! hearing the sounds of cracking and heavy debris.
Keith: thump ugh! thump GRR!!
*THUMP!* the ceiling began to crumble to the ground.
Me: *A scent of lilacs caught my nose as I said Progress!*
Luke: Keep going dad!!
THUMP THUMP THUMP
Keith: Ah-Ha! He began to climb out of the broken ceiling, stepping out of the building.
Me: Whoa!
Keith: That didn’t take much time at all...I could actually get used to this hehe.
Me: Hehe...so I take it being "taller" is something extraordinary?
Keith: *Nodding*. Exactly.
Me: *Turning to Luke*. Take some pointers dear :P.
Luke: ¬.¬ hehe
Now walking off into the horizon.
Chapter 14: Cream and Catnip
Summary:
After some private relationship fun, Allie becomes "cat"-napped.
Chapter Text
*We returned to the spot where the cave was, greeting my the shocked, upward expressions of Jan, Ginger and Steve, explaining as we were all carried back to the house, and Lucinda had the same upward shocked expression at seeing her husband monstrously larger*
*Keith winked at his wife, with a cheeky grin*
*Lucinda only responded by lulling her head back and fainting on the steps*
Craig: Eeep... erm...
*She recovered fine after Steve gave her his own brand of smelling salts*
Steve: Right...that's one problem sorted out.... next would be yours *pointing at Keith*
Keith: Hmmmmm... any suggestions?
Steve: One.... *walking outside and taking a seat on the beach area, cross-legged and breathing slowly*
Keith: Meditation? *confused*
*Lucinda woke up and felt her head, slightly moaning*
*Steve nodded*
Craig: Are you okay Mrs. Valentine? *taking a seat next to her*
Lucinda: Aye aye aye...I thought I was dreaming...
Luke: hehe definitely not a dream at all
*Lucinda turned around and found Keith, the same size from outside the house. Keith sat down cross-legged also, causing some ground rumbles, being talked through the motions by Steve*
*Lucinda rapidly blinked* *Then she pointed out*
Lucinda: Now what in Davy Jones Locker just happened here??
*So, Luke and I helped explained what happened, which prompted Lucinda to respond in the usual "classy" manner*
Lucinda: I KNEW you should'a taken me with you! And I didn't even get to kick that CRACKER'S ass??
Luke: Calm down, mother.... Allie did that for you *giving you a wink*
Lucinda: Oh well I HOPE she did! Has legs that could crack a coconut
Luke: hehe...*not wanting to actually say how*
*which I thought was a good call, but the prior episode also had me remember those cryptic words uttered by Doc, repeating in my head*
*Luke pulled you closer*
Me: I'm sorry...please excuse me... *I moved quickly away before anyone saw my eyes glitter*
Craig: hmmm.... *I looked confused, as did Luke...but more worried than anything*
*I went into my room and promptly locked it so I won't be disturbed, as I fell onto the bed and looked up at the ceiling, my tears now out and a pillow to hold*
Ginger: Now I thought you said you were the only that can do this, Luke... ya never know... *saying this as she was unsure why Luke looked worried all of a sudden*
Jan: Bro and Als just said it before Ging! Took it in the arm...
*Luke nodded and walked upstairs*
*my heart fluttered when I heard footsteps closing in, but I continued to ignore it*
Luke: *knocking at the door* Hunny...can I come in?
*I turned over to my side on the bed, the pillow squeezed under my weight, my eyes still closed and the tears kept flowing*
Luke: ...please? *a slight sad tone in his voice*
*But I still kept quiet, feeling even worse for not letting him in*
*Luke stood there waiting....he then took a seat on the floor in the hallway and sighed*
*I wanted to so badly say how sorry I was, but since there is no doubt Doc is a real doctor, regardless of how evil he is, only he would see what was really going on in my body. But I pulled my legs in closer and sobbed a little more*
Luke: *Luke kept waiting, unsure what to do* Hunny...please let me in....Whatever it is we can talk about it...
*I continued crying, my sobs choking up my words, keeping me from speaking. Then Luke had an idea. Luke quickly stood up and closed his eyes. Focusing hard he stepped forward a few times, feeling every part of him seem solid, like brick, then soon as himself. He opened his eyes to find he now stood in the room*
Me: *I opened my eyes again, and quickly stood up* Oh!
Luke: phew! Well....that's phasing scratched off the list...
*He took a seat at the bottom of the bed, looking at you*
Luke: If this is all about what Doc said...
*I eased away a bit, my head on the other pillow, not exactly looking at my hun*
Me: *softly*...how can it be if we never did it?
Luke: well...*looking down at his feet*
Me: we did?? *lifting up* How? When?
Luke: It was... *shyly looking up* ...the ring...
Me: What! What do you mean the ring? How can a ring get you pregnant??
Luke: *sighs* come on Allie... after all the stuff we've been through, don't you think that this CAN happen?
Me: I know...but a ring? Unless it was some fertility ring
Luke: Kind of... it's a love thing.... *twiddling his thumbs*
Me: *sighing* now I feel like I'm being yelled at... *the pillow tighter*
Luke: sorry.... *looking down and frowning* the ring.... detects how in love the couple are, and decides on whether it is "time" or not...
Me: it does? Like it was charmed to do this?
*Luke nodded, still frowning*
Then...it showed how in love we are?
Luke: *Luke nodded again*...I love you so much...
Me: *I clasped my hands tighter* I...love you...but... I was so close to being mad at you if you... but where did you get this ring?
Luke: my mother....
Me: your mom? and...she said it was years ago when she was proposed to...
*nodding* Luke: Once the ring "knows" there's enough love... it happens...
Me: almost like...a different kind of Immaculate Conception?
*Luke nodded again*
Me: Oh wow...so there's an upside and a down side to something like this... but even though the ring says we're ready...why don't I feel ready?
Luke: You could be nervous... *sliding closer*
*I immediately lunged onto him, crying*
Me: How can I ever be ready! I never like being around kids, even though I always preach that it's important to never hurt them!
*Luke hugged you tight*
Me: And even though we've done many things together, I still feel like there isn't enough time without it
Luke: *Luke shushed you* You'll be fine hunny
*sniff*
*my pet mouse, Squeaky, was in its cage shuffling in the bedding and placed its paws along the wire cage*
Me: ...and what about what we have, inside? What if our powers are passed down to them, but for the worst?
Luke: Well as parents we must teach them to use their powers wisely *cuddling you*
Me: Yes, yes... but I feel that I might become anxious again and do something I'll regret...
Luke: *Luke cuddled even more and gave a light kiss on your cheek* You'll do a fantastic job as a mother
Me: and I know it's coming from you because I don't see that... and I might overuse everyone else's help if they ask to help out
*Luke shushed you again*
*I sighed again*
Luke: It'll all be fine
Me: well...it's only 9 months away...
Luke: *Luke nodded* and I'll be there every step of the way
*I sucked my lips in*
*Night time rolled around, finally finished crying my eyes out earlier*
*Luke cuddled you on the bed*
Me: hehe, come on now *pawing him*
mouse: squeak, squeak
Luke: hehe
Me: uh oh, somebody's jealous *pointing to the cage*
Luke: maybe :P
*Luke gets up and puts on the cover of the cage, just to block out an "audience", having that certain look in his eyes*
Luke: hehe there
Me: ...we don't normally put a cover on Squeaky's cage...
Luke: not normally *laying back down and cuddling, he nuzzled a little*
Me: hee, okay, what's the idea hun?
Luke: Well..... *nibbling some more* ...maybe....
Me: eee careful you don't turn me overnight :P
Luke: hehehe *nibbling some more*
Me: heehey
Luke: what? :P
Me: I don't mind the nibbling, but just got to be careful with those canines of yours
Luke: *Luke giggled* I will
Me: but *grunting as I got up on the bed* something's on your mind...and I think my pregnancy is progressing, my back is killing me
Luke: on my mind?
Me: yeah...kind of like close to what the belly goes through during pregnancy, but... *moving hands outward to communicate size* bigger
Luke: ahh :P hehe
Me: I should know you by now...you were actually pleasantly surprised when I showed up looking like a giant blowfish
Luke: *blushing* well... hehe...erm...
Me: and no doubt I'll be going through my own inflation in the coming months. And quite frankly, I prefer you to watch it happen to me than your creepy uncle
Luke: *he sat up*
Me: but I felt guilty for getting that physical twinge when Doc made those willy wonka references...
Luke: well....maybe .... I could do something like that? *rubbing your tummy*
Me: ooh! Ya know the whistle and humming/singing "that" song...
Luke: *giggling...then doing a lame imitation at first*
Me: ahheh!
Luke: hehe
Me: I take it you never took flute lessons?
Luke: *shaking his head* not one hehe *hinting then prodding your tummy*
Me: hehe
Luke: *with a concerned toned tone, playing along* hehe your nose is turning blue... hehe
Me: huh? *2 fingers on my nose, confused*
Craig Whitehouse: *Luke rolled his eyes and grinned*
Me: oh...*realizing what he was getting at, so I focused on the nanites wherever they are inside, wanting only to be filled with air*
Luke: oh no it's spreading hehe
Me: I feel funny...
Luke: hehehe not surprised... you're blue all over hehe *tracing his fingers over you*
Me: Oh dear
Luke: *gasp* what's happening to your tummy? *prodding it softly was it began to bulge outward*
Me: ooo *my arms started to softly bulge*
Luke: You just keep getting bigger and bigger...even your arms and legs.... *shrugging* oh well I'll get it right someday hehe *imitating the flute playing*
Me: oh my, what's happening, hun?
Luke: Why...you're turning into a blueberry dear hehe *giving a soft prod to your tummy again as it bloated bigger and bigger*
Me: Ooh!
Luke: And you're just going to keep growing hehe
*my legs bloated under my gown, pushing the bottom ends out and up, my arms fwhoop upward, stuck at the elbows*
*Luke helped you to your feet at the bottom of the bed*
Alison Gray: ooff You have to help me, get the air out!
*He poked and prodded curiously, grinning and giggling all the time*
Luke: Air? hehe that's not air...
*poking again*
Me: oo! *my torso became puffy, developing into a nice semi-round shape stretching into my limbs to swallow them away*
Me: *feigning shocked cries* help! help! *Luke giggled more and prodded away as you puffed up* EEee!
*Luke stood back grinning as you blew up to a round shape*
*I allowed myself to puff up to about the width of my height, now left on me is my head and hands, which flapped about, my face reddening from embarrassment*
*a few scuffling sounds were heard from Squeaky's cage*
Luke: hehe embarrassed? *walking over and rubbing your body*
*Luke giggled and ran his hand along your middle as he walked around you*
Me: ahah...!
Luke: hehe feel good? *reaching your front again* hehe
Me: Hhaaah!
Luke: *he does it again* wow....so big and round...
Me: oohh... and those...oh...words...almost rhyme...
Luke: *running his hand around you* hmmm.... you look big enough to roll...
Me: I'm...so..huge
*a gloved hand cupped along where my one orb breast is*
Luke: and if we don't juice you soon heh you'll grow even bigger!! hehe *giggling*
*moaning down in my throat when a finger graced a nipple somewhere, he teased and rubbed, occasionally humming the oompa loompa tune*
Me: *gasping louder* oh my god!
Luke: hmm? hehe *he continued to tease you, rolling you backward to a laying position*
Me: whoa! whoa!
Luke: hehe *he patted your tummy, making a hollow airy sound*
Me: ohhh
Luke: so full hehe
Me: oohfff! *feeling something jump and weighed down on me*
Luke: *Luke landed on you and peeked over your huge inflated breasts* hehe, so big and soft hehe
Me: oh, oh my... *my head back* I think...thisismuchbetterthansex
Luke: *squeezing down into you* hhmmmm? :P
Me: ooff
*Luke teased some more, and rubbed every inch of your bloated body, occasionally getting a quick nibble in, moaning louder, the sounds going up and down, the feeling of being a human mattress*
Luke: I wonder if you'll get any bigger...? hehe *nibbling more*
Me: eeh! *thinking how much he's enjoying this, I let myself expand further out, rounding and widening faster, and taking him with me. This expansion happened so fast, that Luke back didn't just hit the ceiling it gave a soft cushioning blow*
*Luke's speech was muffled*
Me: is that big enough for you, dear?
*Luke nodded as much as he could, struggling against your belly*
*it was when I hear a hollow swoosh sound, the area of my soft stomach now free to kiss the ceiling. Where did Luke go?*
Luke: *he then walked out of your side* ahhh...very useful hehe
Me: eek! ...I thought that's what you would do
Luke: *Luke giggled* ^.^ *he rubbed your side* wow...so SO big
Me: even though, you're freaky like I am, you still know how to please...
Luke: hehe *he rubbed and nibbled more*
Me: ah...I must look like I'm carrying an entire town in me...
Luke: *he giggled more* still cute though *nibbling at where you neck used to be*
Me: eeh!
*trailing kisses along your neck-point and down (or along?) your ballooned body*
Me: except not nearly as big as earlier... *I let the nanites shrink me down to the inflated size I was before*
Luke: ahhh a more manageable size :P
*sighing*
Luke: *kissing more*
Me: hehe
*Luke climbed back on me again, rubbing along he extreme curves of my body*
Luke: *He was fascinated by every inch of you* So big.... hehe What to do with you now? hehe
*wiggling my fingers*
Luke: hehe.... *kissing down the curve of your tummy*
*so for most of the night, Luke rubbed, petted and nibbled on my taunt round body as I drifted off to sleep, and a few hours later, the gas in me seeped out until I was normal sized. With Luke now on top of me, he moved off and lifted me up into his arms to carry me to bed, like a little tired girl*
*He laid you under the sheets and tucked you in, then joining you and cuddling you as you slept. He whispered I love you....
*I soft moaned in my sleep and rolled closer to him, he grinned and cuddled you more*
*he lay there cuddling, bursting with joy at the coming of a little one. Maybe it was a little too soon, but he was certain you and him were a strong couple*
*somewhere along my deep thoughts as I slept, I hoped some of your "play times' don't end up hurting the baby...but another thought came. A personal war was going on, the demons are still out there and so is Doc. Not only are we at risk, but so it everyone else in the world.*
*even though I fear that, perhaps it's a good thing. I worry not only about Luke, but also his parents, Craig, Ginger, her uncle, and even Jan. And now I have a being growing inside me to worry about, and I hope that those I've met ever since I was at that diner that night, I hope everyone is a strong enough rock to help me climb along*
*Ginger mentioned to me one day about a little area of water she saw while we climbed to the Vampire cave the second time. She said it had the usual palm trees along with bushels that perch along an edge of the hill side, which lead to a busy street corner. She also pestered Jan into coming along*
Craig: *carrying a deck chair and palmtop* still gutted I didn't bring trunks
Ginger: You could've asked either of the guys for a pair...I think you all are about the same
Craig: Hmmm...Steve...you got a spell that...ya know.... get me some? *nudging*
*I was clothed in loose attire to cover my bathing suit for the time being from the sun, but felt a little apprehensive of showing it off*
Steve: *sighs*
*He clicked his fingers conjuring trunks*
Craig: hehe uber!
Me: Wow
Craig: *showing them off* tropical surfer much :P
Jan: *Jan only muttered to himself, dressed in his usual clothes* I hate the sun, I hate the sun, I hate the goddamn sun, I hate the goddamn sun...
Craig: *Luke ran up behind and cuddled you* hehe
Me: Ooh! Are you ready to show off your wear, hun?
Luke: hehe almost
Me: ...I'm not too sure myself. I know it's not the particular one I use to have, but close, and still as unsure as ever as showing it off. I just hope it's the right size
Luke: hehe I'm sure it is
Craig: *We soon arrive at the pool. I dump my stuff down* hehe impressive
Me: *The sun was out, sparkling the ocean top miles away from here like glittering sapphires, the ground by the swimming hole had a thin coat of white sand, a little waterfall plinking into the pool* How beautiful
Luke: *nodded* very
Ginger: Super! So who's up for a swim!
Craig: *I shrug* sure *removing my t-shirt and taking a plunge*
Ginger: Ooh, heehee Here I go! *Diving in with grace*
Luke: hmmm.... *whispering to you* I'm tempted to have a little fun with my..."ability" hehe
Me: Oh no! You kid! *lightly pushing him*
Luke: hehe hmmm give it a few minutes...
Ginger: Janni, come on in!
Craig: *Steve took a seat and read his newspaper, basking in the sun*
Jan: No way in Hell I'm goin in
Craig: *I climb out of the pool and walk up behind Jan* hehehe go in, you wet blanket! *a hard push to Jan*
Jan: *Jan cried out, and kerplunked into the water, bringing his head out and gasping loudly* Ah, goddammit, Whitehouse!!
Craig: HA-HAAAAAAAAA HAHAHAHAHA *pointing*
Jan: Sonna va bitch!! And I mean it!
Craig: *I collapse laughing hard* Soaked much! HaHAAA!
Me: *smiling, shaking my head* Oh Craig...
*Jan shook his wet head*
Jan: where the fuck happened to my cap?!
Craig: I think it's there, by them rocks *pointing*
*Jan grumbled and stroked after to the rocks, grabbing the damp cap away and climbing out, trailing water*
*Jan gave him a look of death, by pointing under eyes and at him*
Craig: o.o uhoh... *bombing into the water*
Steve: *shaking his head* ...kids...
Luke: hehe.... watch this :P *he closed his eyes and focused*
*I took off my clothes then, revealing my particular 2 piece, a covering of sorts at the top where the straps were tied behind my neck with a bikini bottom covering below. Ginger helped me get the extra hair off at the back of my legs. The bottom was a brownish color while the top had a mix of white and chocolate in patterns*
Me: *Then seeing what Luke was doing* What are you doing?
Luke: hehe you'll see :P *still focusing*
Jan: *muttering incoherently, shaking the water out of his track suit*
Craig: *I swam to the side for a while* Lighten up dude :D could be worse
*Ginger climbed along the edge and slicked her wet hair down, Jan taking a peek over her*
Jan: Yeah, like worse fuckin' how?
Craig: Coulda been acid? *shrugging*
*Meanwhile Luke continued to focus, getting a quick spout of height be a few feet*
Jan: that's the stupidest fuckin' thing I ever heard!
Craig: Maybe....but it's true :D
Jan: *to himself* I'd like to dunk you in fuckin' acid...
Craig: OOOOOOOOOooooooooooooooooooooooo handbags at the ready ladies hehe
*Luke continued to grow*
Jan: What the hell handbags are you talkin' about?
*I rolled my eyes and swam off*
Ginger: Ya know, Janni, if it's not the snow or the heat you don't like, why fuss about a little water...
Jan: I'm not babe...
*Luke neared 20 feet*
Jan: The bloke never gave me a chance...trying to show me up, ya know
*Luke opened his eyes and giggled, looking at the pool edge*
Me: Ooohh...and nobody notices anything...
Luke: too busy with Jan... *with a leap he yelled* BOMBS AWAAAAY!
Craig: *I look up* huh? ..... oh CRAP!!! O.O
Jan: What the.... *looking over* Oh shi....
Craig Whitehouse: *Luke landed with a loud splash, a huge tidal wave leaping out of the pool*
Craig Whitehouse: Steve: would you please stop I'm trying to... *SPLASH!* Steve hid his face behind the newspaper, the wave pushed him off his chair. Washed up near me*
*luckily I hid under a few bushes*
Craig: *I hung by my conjured trunks on a near rock, my legs flailing* errr....a little help?!
*Jan was on the ground, doing a back stroke and breathing like he was spitting out water*
Jan: Help! Help, I'm drowning!!!
Luke: *Luke sat in the somewhat empty pool, giggling like a kid* hehehehehehe
*moving out of the bushes, and laughing so hard*
Luke: :D
*Ginger landed out of the area, sprawled on her rear end with on lookers watching her, soaked and trying to gather what just happened*
Guy on Bike: *stops* Miss, you a-right there?
*Ginger looked up with one eye open, surveying the area, then getting up quickly*
Ginger: Uh...yeah...yeah...just took a wrong dive...
*Luke reached with his arm and plucked Craig from the rock*
Craig: whoa easy...eaasyyy...
*and me still laughing, clutching my stomach, especially with Jan swimming on the ground like a confused fish*
Craig: *Luke set me down by my trunks on the pool side*
Jan: *sputtering and coughing* Ack! Son of a...what the hell happened? Somebody dropped a bomb??
Craig: *Looking up at Luke* you could say that
Jan: *He in turn took his cap still clinging to his shirt and threw it down, making a sloppy plopping sound* Damn! Another practical joker!
Craig Whitehouse: *Luke began to shrink himself back down*
Me: *I skipping up and grabbed onto Luke* Well, come one the world needs a few of them...
Craig: Yeah :D
Me: Hehe, ooo wee was that fun!
Luke: hehehe
Me: And who says you don't have a sense of humor?
Craig: *Pulling at my shorts* I think I caught a wedgie that time >.<
*Luke shrank back to his original height now, and cuddled*
Me: More like hehe an atomic wedgie ahahaha
Craig Whitehouse: you're telling me >.< lol
Me: Awww, poor Janni...
*Ginger flew up over the bushels and landed back down safely*
Ginger: Jeez Jan, you're all wet again
*Jan snorted*
Me: Well...it looks like the little waterfall will take some time before it fills this up again
Luke: yup...
Jan: Aack! I think I still got water up my fuckin nose
Voice: Puuuuu....
Me: Huh? *Looking around* What was that?
*a swirling sound was heard behind me. I looked over first and saw the cat boy already there, along with another accompanying person*
Schrodinger: Oh, boo hoo, did the little Valentine ingrate get himself wet?
Jan: What the? *Turning* Ack, god dammit, it's that fuckin' talking cat!
Craig: A talking cat?!! What the.... *my jaw dropping*
Schrodinger: Ooo, I have a name...Schrodinger, Warrant Officer for those less included to know. Now the only one since the elder Valentine left... *whimsical*
Luke: *Luke was ready* What do you want, furball?!
Schrodinger: As I said, I have a...*but Schrodinger was interrupted by another person*
Jan: Why don't you just konk on out of here, you half-pussy! Be a good little kitty and stay out like you did before!
Doc: *Doc walked out* Now now...
*Schrodinger spatted at Jan. Steve got up quickly, everyone ready for a fight*
*I brought Luke out of the empty pool*
Luke: *sighs* not you again...
Doc: oh come now.... *his arms extended out with a false frown*
Me: You've already desecrated a sacred temple back in the cave to trick us into it!
Doc: maybe...out with zee old hehe
Me: *cracking my knuckles* Don't think I won't do the same thing last time to you!
Doc: hehe I'd love to see you try.... *a grin plastered on his face*
*I was ready to make my move*
Doc: *beckoning with 2 fingers* come on...
*Squinting my eyebrows*
Doc: *Doc chuckled* I'm waiting
*Luke clenched his fists, growling lightly*
*Standing a ways back, my eyes closed to concentrate, folding my arms in a cross over my chest, feeling the energy inside me, picturing the shield barrier working to together with TK. The energy beckoning, and when it was right, I opened my eyes, and unleashed my arms outward, an energy force leaping out as I cried out*
Doc: hmmm *his hand reaching out as the force sapped in*
Craig: uh? ...
Doc: tut tut tut.... I have learnt some tricks myself...hehe
Me: No!
Doc: hmmm...perhaps it is my turn? *jolting his hand out to you, a quick blot shooting out*
*I crossed my arms up and out to block, the bolt hit me and made clasps around my wrists*
Me: Huh!!
Doc: hehe *the bolt stretching from the clasps - he gave a sharp tug*
Luke: *Luke gasps and tried to grab the magic chain, burning his hands* AGH!
Doc: hehehe come along dear *tug tug*
Me: Eh! Eh! *trying to tear away*
Doc: don't struggle hehe *tugging harder*
Luke: *Luke tried to hold on but kept burning his hands* AGH DAMN YOOOU
Me: EHH! *Now pulled in further*
*the greater force of the chains pulled me right in front of him, Schrodinger just standing there musing over me*
Doc: hmm... I have a LOT in store for you my dear *the portal closing*
Luke: ALLIE!!! *chasing and reaching out, he trips on a rock and thuds as the portal closes*
Me: Lu.... *the last words said from me*
Luke: GRRRR *thumping the floor*
Doc: *Doc dragged you closer and wrapped the shocking chain around you, taking out a needle to drug you* Zis should make things a little easier...
Me: OW!
Doc: *injecting with precision* hmm zere...
*my eyes watered up and became heavy*
*the next time I woke up, I was lying on the ground, light glares along a glass plate, trying to move up, I found that I was no longer dressed in my bathing suit, but in a pink frilly bra and a pink frilly underwear skirt*
Me: Ye-AHH!
Doc: shhh...we're ready to start now dear...
Me: Eh...start what? *getting up on my knees and hands on the glass*
Doc: hehe...you'll see hehe *tapping at his keyboard with a big smirk on his face*
*another tube was set up next to you. Within it was a sleep kitten*
*I shut my eyes, trying to think of something but instead, caught a glimpse inside Doc's mind. I saw the terrible things he did, the experiments in concentration camps, something hiding behind the lab coat he wears, a sort of shame over his body, the way one feels of feeling guilty for being heavy, and he somehow used a sort of technique to hide it all in, and then it stopped, pushed out of his mind*
Me: *I hear a bit of soft breathing then, opened my eyes and looked over* o.o, a kitten...
Doc: yes dear.... a kitten.... you like kittens, yes? *looking up at you*
Me: No...you're not going to hurt it are you?!
Doc: not at all...but there is something... that it will be used for...
*I shut my eyes tight again, not wanting to think it*
Doc: *he tapped a few more keys, then with the hit of the Start button a computerized voice from before rang out* DNA Combination...Initializing...
Me: DNA...combination...?
Doc: *Doc nodded and laughed. a bright pink light began to fill both chambers*
Me: Eh! *telling myself "concentrate", "concentrate", 'think back to what you just saw"*
*the light brightened more and more, with a swirling mechanical sound heard louder and louder*
Me: Ahh!
*after a few seconds the computer voice rang out again* DNA Combination...Complete...Rematerializing...
Doc: *The light dimmed down..Doc was now standing in front of your chamber, grinning madly* hehe
Me: *gasping and breathing*
Doc: *the chamber lifted up slowly* haha....a success...Schrodinger...I do believe you have a friend... hehe
Me: *softly* ahh...w..what? *I bring my hand up to the glass again*
*realizing the glass wasn't there anymore, and just pawing the air...and actually feeling a paw-like thing in front of me*
Doc: hmmhmm hehe *he raised a hand and began petting your ears*
*My throat vibrated, reminding me of a purring sound? Purring? I was purring??*
Doc: hehe incredibly cute hehe *petting more* *stepping back he tapped his leg* come on Allie...follow me... hehe
Me: huh? *now getting up, and feeling something odd about my feet; looking down I found myself with black furred cat paws, I looked at my hands and now replaced with other black paws. I looked behind me and saw a black tail swishing about*
Doc: hmm...you seem confused dear...hehe
*I lifted my arm up to my head, and sure enough there where furry ears there*
Me: Cat... *seeing my reflection* A cat!
Doc: precisely...hehe *he walked back over and petted you*
*I moved away*
Doc: awww kitty don't like the mean man petting her? hehehe
*What was it I wanted to do before all this happened?*
Me: Hissss
Doc: never mind... I have a job for you...hehe
Me: Hiss...I'm not doing your dirty work!
Doc: hmmm...You can trust me....
*hoping some "reprogramming" would help*
Me: HISSS
Doc: You really can... *walking over to the computer again*
*Now I remember what I wanted to do, to try and catch him off guard*
Doc: temper temper... hehe
*I slinked my way over like a cat would, except with only 2 legs*
Doc: *tapping at his keyboard*
*Just when he was about to pet me again, I lunged my arm out and nicked him on the neck with my claws. Then taking the other paw and scratching him at the sides, trying to do as much as I can to break his concentration for what I hoped to happen*
Doc: gah! *falling to the floor*
Me: Reow! *scratching him again* Roeow!!
Doc: violence won't solve anything ...gah! gah! *struggling away, he rushes to his desk and grabs a ball of wool*
*swiping that away, then lunging on him, pinning him at his back*
Doc: gah!
*pouncing my paws on his back sides, digging my "nails" in*
Me: Mew, giving you a real cat fight now Doc! Mew!
Doc: gah! agh! *he struggled away again* now LISTEN TO ME!! *pointing*keep at it, and I won't turn you back!
Me: ...and I'll mew see to it you won't fit into your "stripper" clothes again!
*scratching at the base of his neck, where in my mind was the location of how he does it, clawing and pushing deep enough. I lunged back and landed gracefully on my legs, tail wagging, and watching the effect take place, as soft skin began to tear at the seams*
*I chant the levitation spell and fly out of there, and watching from afar the transformation taking place*
*Doc lay there as he practically blew up with fat, scowling and growling*
*I then flew off, landing where the swimming hole was, but everyone was gone. Some water came in down below, but I shied away from it, as I walked back up, my mind so heavy, trying to get some enjoyment of Doc putting on a few pounds, but no other thoughts came to me...only for my tail to move about and sense. My paws patted along the trail, until I get to the beginning steps of the Valentine home*
Luke: *heard from behind the door, Luke's voice was racked with fear and distraught* We've got to find her Steve!!
*I cocked my head, as I pawed at the door, not exactly sure why I was doing it. Maybe to get in an attack...an attack? Why would I think that? Are there enemies inside?*
Steve: I'm trying Luke....that portal had a signature that's new to me...
Me: And new to my palmtop...
Ginger: Poor Ally, I hope she's okay
Me: Mew? *who were they talking about?*
*Luke sat, growling in frustration. He tried to communication telepathically...focusing hard... "Where are you?"*
Me: Mew? *who's voice was this in my head?* *Shaking it off* Mew!
*He focused more.... "Where are you, Allie?"... Tears were forming in his eyes*
Me: Meow? *why did the voice sound sad?*
Luke: Grrr I should have done more!
Craig: Dude...you couldn't *I sat next to him*....we'll get her back...
*I sprinted over to the other side of the house, looking for an opening, finding an open window, jumping up on it and crawling in*
*Luke was near sobbing*
Me: mew? *The voice in my head was crying...it was sad...but...why would it be sad? Are they the enemies? I slinked toward more*
*Luke sniffed, focusing again "I'm going to find you Allie...and if Doc's done something to you I'm going to make him pay...."*
Me: Mew...make...him...pay?
Craig: *I look up...* what the.... *squinting at you in confusion*
Me: Mew?
Steve: *Steve walked in* Hey Luke... look we'll... oh my god a black cat! o.o
Craig: Shh Steve! *putting my hand out to shush him*
Me: MEW!
*Luke buried his face in his hands, and began weeping "Allie...come back...."*
Craig: *I looked at you in confusion. Slowly I let my hand out to you, being cautious*
Me: sniff sniff
Craig: *I giggled, quickly grinning*
Me: sniff sniff
*I got up off the couch and knelt down*
Craig: Guys.... this ain't any ordinary cat
Steve: No kidding! It's a large...black cat...
Craig: Exactly...large.... *inspecting your size* ....human sized...
*Luke looked up at you, his eyes bloodshot and teary*
Ginger: you mean like that weird cat we saw earlier?
*he looked deep into your eyes*
Luke: Hmmm...
*Luke got up and knelt, getting closer*
Me: mew...
Luke: *he kept looking deeper and deeper...searching...then, with an exhausted sigh of disbelief* ...Allie....
*the tears welled up more as everyone shot a confused look at him*
Me: Mew! *moving back, back arched a ways*
Luke: Allie...what did he do to you...? *sobbing lightly*
Craig: *I shot a look between him and you, trying to make a connection*
Me: heeeehhhhhh.... *an odd hissing noise*
Luke: oh Allie.... *trying to reach out slowly*
Craig: She seems confused Luke...wait...I'm calling it a she? *looking, not sure what's going on*
Me: hiss *batting him away*
Luke: *Luke leaned back* Allie....remember.... please....
Me: Hiss!
*Looking deep into your eyes, he spoke in mind again "Do you remember?"*
*Focusing hard he played back as much as he could in your head - the proposal, the battles....and lastly the day you met...*+
Luke: *in mind* Remember hunny...
Me: rew! *pulling away, the thoughts hurting, now sprinting out of the living room and down the hall*
Luke: Allie! *standing up and following*
Craig: Luke wait... Steve...gonna need you on this one.. *following Luke*
Steve: oh great! *picking up his spell book and following* black cats and bad luck.. what's next...?
*a loud crashing sound was heard*
Jan: Ma's china cabinet?
Luke: *Luke gets to the top of the stairs to see you and broken china* Oh Allie... *pointing* Bad!
*He couldn't believe he was saying that..*
Me: Hiss! *growling louder and running away again, this time passing and jumping over Lucinda who was coming out of the powder room*
Luke: Allie! *now chasing*
Lucinda: Was that just me or did I see the cat god of Port Polivs?
Craig: *I ran by, then Steve ran past wheezing* No...Apparently it's Allie...I think your son's gone cuckoo
Luke: *Luke kept following* Allie.. stop that!
*it ended up being a crazy chase around the house, like you find in cartoons*
Jan: *wheeze* Shit, she's fast!
Craig: *gasping* well she IS a cat, dude...
Jan: *gasp* a-right...got an idea...Craig...you listenin'?
Craig: Shoot man *wheeze*
*Jan whispers into his ear the plan*
Craig: *nodding* brilliant *giving Jan a nudge* cruel to the mouse...but brilliant..
Luke: *I hurried off to fetch Squeaky as Luke chased you around* Allie.. stop it!
Craig: *I walk out of your room with the cage and open it up* Sorry Squeaky...but you've gotta take one for the team...
Squeaky: squeak?
Lucinda: *calling out* Now why are you doing that for? Keith is trying to sleep and everyone here's going bat shit, tearing up the...
Luke: Mom! *Luke was still chasing you*
Craig: *I grabbed Squeaky and set him down on the upstairs hallway* Hey! *waving to you*
*I stopped in my tracks*
Craig: *I danced and pointed at Squeaky, giving a quick look at Jan to make sure he was ready*
*I see something small and furry...then began to go down the stairs and stalk my "prey"*
Craig: *whispered* I hope you're ready Jan...If we get her back to normal she'll be pissed if she ate her pet... *I signaled to Luke to make sure he was ready too*
*I heard another voice come in my mind, German sounding and angry*
**Doc: Grrrr **
*the voice sounded close, very close. I was close to the mouse when something jumped me*
Craig: *I snatched Squeaky up and held him high as he fidgeted in my hands*
Me: Meow!!
*Luke dove on top of you and held you tight*
Me: *I cried out loudly* Meooooooowwwww! Meoooooooowwwww!
Luke: shhhh Allie...stop...struggling...grr...
Me: mew! mew!
Craig: Steve! Do something.. anything!!
Steve: errr... *looking through his spell book...* er...er... ah! *reading some Latin out loud, a pink mist swirled around you, giving off a calm, relaxed aura*
Me: meow....oh! Who's on top of me?
Luke: Allie it's me!
Me: ...Luke...
Luke: *Luke gasped* You remember...?
Me: oh...what's.. going on?
Craig: Er... let her go Luke... she's got to see for herself..
Me: *hearing a louder German voice, speaking in German* OW! My head
*Luke cuddled and helped you to your paws. He slowly walked you to the hallway mirror*
Me: Huh!! He did this to me *in shock*
*Luke's eyes welled up with tears again, both from relief and anger*
Me: Oh...honey...
Luke: I'm gonna KILL HIM!!!!!
*Wincing from the yelling German voice, pounding on me, as if the voice was right in my ear*
Me: Don't ow wait...he's here...
Lucinda: *coming down with a dust pan filled with broken pieces and getting wind of this* Who's here??
Craig: Here?! *I step forward
Luke: Who's here? *looking into your eyes* ....He's here....
*I nod*
*Luke growled*
Craig: Easy Luke...
Lucinda: The bastard's here??! *dropping the pan, with her arms hanging down, ready to beat somebody up* Where is he?? Where is he?? Let me at him!
Craig: Calm down, Lucinda...
Lucinda: *growling herself, almost demonic* Where is he?? I'll Murder him!! *prompting Craig to grab her arms*
Craig: *holding tight* easy Lucy...easy...
*Keith walked downstairs half asleep* *yawning* right, what's all the hubbub...? *he gets a look at you* and who's the kitty hybrid?
*Luke sighed*
Me: Mew Keith?
Keith: wait..... Allie? *he looked at you confused and walked over to inspect*
Me: *blinking* He's here Keith, I don't know mew how but he's very close to this house... but I did something to him before I fled...
*Keith sighed*
Keith: that may be an advantage... do you know...where he is?
*Looking over to the front door, about to turn open*
Me: But I mew think you might not recognize him... it had to do with his "other" ability
Doc: *the door opened slowly* Fraulein, you'll live to regret zis....
*Gasping out at what I saw*
*Doc waddled in, jiggling with every step he took*
Craig: *I stifled a giggle* *instantly I have the tune "You Got Owned" playing on repeat in my head*
*Almost everyone stared and gawked. Jan was the one to break the silence, laughing out loud*
Craig: *the laugh passed on to me*
Jan: Haha HAHAHAHAHAHAAA
Craig: Oh my god... that's just...hahaha oh my god.. .haha
Doc: SILENCE!! *his rolls jiggling and his double chin wobbling as he turned and pointed*
*Which led Jan to laugh harder, Keith only hid a chuckle behind his gloved hand, Lucinda also joined in*
Luke: hun....hehe .....you got him big time with this one....
Me: But eh I didn't do this to him...it was something kept to himself
Jan: *still laughing* Oh...shit... oh...shit... and I thought the Major was the only fuckin' fat man around!
Lucinda: And ha I was about to kick haha ass, but I'll need about a dozen legs hahaha for that HAHA ahh!
Craig: *I give a quick poke from behind* hey tubby hehe *running rings around him so to speak* you can't catch mee!!! hahaaaaaa
*Luke giggled at that one and cuddled you, trying to get used to your cat curves*
Ginger: *stumbling down when everyone stopped running around* I heard all this laughing and... *looking to Doc* Oh my gawd, he's hideous!!
Steve: hehe
Doc: SILENCE NOW!!! *his anger making him jiggle more*
Jan: And huge babe, don't forget fuckin' huge!
Craig: Huge man? Beyond that!
*Doc's face was getting redder and angrier*
*in thought, I'm just glad Ginger didn't see Luke when he used to look exactly like that*
Me: No...wait... *releasing myself from my love's arms* I know I wanted something like this to happen...but I think now is the wrong time to push this
Doc: *Doc waddled about a little* grrrr you!
Jan: Geez, I can hear him getting fatter
*He blimped more and tried to run towards you, passing 600lbs now he tired out and fell to the floor gut first*
Me: Oh my!
Doc: *wheeze* I'll... *pant pant* get you...for zis...
Me: Hold on a minute there *pointing my finger up and kneeling down*
*Luke watched you, you tail moving hypnotically to him*
Me: Now...why did you come here all this way?
Ginger: Outside of getting a major jog?
Craig: Hehe
Doc: *Doc panted, trapped by his size*...I came...for you...
Me: to make me normal again like you threatened before you wouldn't?
Doc: *Doc tried to get up and failed miserably* Ugh! Well I did have plans for you....
Me: Like what if I may ask?
Doc: Ugh.... *cough* ...a weapon...against him *looking up at Luke*
Me: *Turning to Luke* And you think changing me into a cat would do it?
Doc: It was more than that.... I was.... ugh *really not wanting to say anything*...
Me: Hmm...now I'm not one to make a deal with enemies let alone give in to them...
*Doc wheezed more*
Me: I take it from looking into your mind and in your memories that, while thin as a child, before getting mixed in with Nazi's, you had a sort of eating problem? or at least liked food so much you couldn't stop? And that was threatening to you being enlisted, correct?
Doc: *he rolled onto his back* errrr....
Me: *moving a little closer* Tell me the truth...and maybe you can get your mind back into squeezing all that back in
*Doc lay there, contemplating*
Me: Despite obvious differences, I know what it's like to feel bad about my weight, which is why I didn't laugh at you, even though in a cosmic sense you deserve it, but I didn't
*Doc lay in silence... was she showing sympathy?*
Me: Believe it or not, for now I am... and also, believe it or not, the very first time I met your nephew, which he "reminded" me of, the first odd thing that ever happened was that he became almost as large as you are, all because of the red demon you sent on him, which I'm sure well you know about
*Doc gasped*
Me: but either way, I had my doubts, but I still helped him out, and have done so ever since, no matter what happened to him and even if he did stay like that, either 1,000 pounds or 100 feet high up or even smaller than my own libido...I would still love, because I knew what was really inside him and he's hurting because I now look like a cat
*Luke welled up with tears, hearing every word that was pure Alison from a cat-woman*. He kept his cool*
*Doc just looked into your cat-eyes*
Me: Please...even if I never show you any sympathy or any emotion ever again... just this once...be helpful...sometime inside that dark and murky mind of yours was a scared little boy who was adopted into a unique family and was swept up by another equal psychopath over 70 years ago
Doc: *Doc turned away* I'll.... *thinking long and hard*....do it..
Me: you will? *almost uncertain*
Doc: Doc: *sighs* yes....
Me: ....alright, but remember, we are only asking you this "just once"...and we can go back to whatever it was, knowing full well you won't change now or after this
*Doc nodded, his double chin exaggerated*
Me: Now...first things first...
Craig: *Doc struggled to get up. I nodded to Jan for assistance*
Me: Alright now *helping out*
*Lifting him up, he stood and pulled a device out of his pocket. With a click a portal appeared back to the lab*
Steve: Ahhh no wonder.... remote access...
*Doc chuffed and waddled in*
Me: *I was first to follow in*
*Luke followed you as the portal closed behind*
Steve: hmph! charming!
Jan: Well...like she said, we can now make fun of him behind his back
Craig: hehe
*Luke and I are in the same place as when I was abducted here*
Doc: *Doc waddled to his computer and hit a few keys* If you wouldn't mind standing in zat chamber zere again? *pointing*
Me: Of course not... *striding by* course there shouldn't be anything funny going in there
Doc: not at all... I'll just reverse the process *hitting a few keys, the chamber closed*
*I nod*
*His pudgy gloved fingers continued to work*
Doc: now when I hit zis key here *pointing* you should feel a tingling sensation, and surrounded by a pink light...
Me: *Nodding* Fine
*he hits the key and everything he just said occurred*
Me: Ah!
*the light intensified as the computer voice rang* DNA Reversal...Initialized....DNA Reversal....Complete....
*the pink light dimmed again, as the 2 chambers opened - one with a cat leaping out*
*mew*
Me: *coughing a little, then picking up the kitten*
Luke: Allie! *running over and hugging*
Me: oh! *hugging back*
Doc: yes yes yes...save zee pleasantries for late?
*Luke thought up of a verbal jest at his uncle with a cryptic smile and led me away*
Doc: ahem! Your end of zee bargain?
Me: *stopping Luke* Hold on, he's right hun
*still jiggling, Doc gestured at his size*
*Luke nodded*
Me: Well, it wasn't clear how "exactly" you shrunk all your fat down and tried to keep it down. I'm wondering if there is a certain trick to that
Doc: *Doc waddled a little* do you have any suggestions?
Luke: *Turning to Luke* Honey?
Luke: hmmm *stroking his chin* a sense of calm or well-being? Just try to focus on that?
Doc: well-being? Hmmm
Luke: I know this sounds silly...but just think "thin"?
Doc: hmmm... *closing his eyes and trying hard*
Me: But try not to think of chocolate pudding for well-being, okay
Doc: haha very funny ¬.¬
Me: Not my fault I know you like chocolate
*he focused hard, thinking thin as he was told. For a short while nothing happened, then he slowly seemed to deflate*
Alison Gray: Whoa
Luke: Un...believable...
*Doc focused hard, still thinning out until he eventually reached his original size*
*back to his pretty much stick thin figure*
Doc: *He opened his eyes and stared in disbelief* It...vorked...
Luke: *Luke pressed the remote to open the portal up* think we should leave him to it
*Luke lead you out of the portal as Doc stared at his now slim body - the portal slowly closed behind you*
Me: Amazing...you think he's vain in a sense?
Luke: possibly
Me: I'm sorry, Luke. I didn't mean to make you cry back there...
Luke: Hunny...it wasn't your fault.... I did think for a moment I had lost you forever...*cuddling you tight*
Me: And I know it would be a terrible thought, especially if I thought you were the one gone forever
Luke: I'm going to make sure that never happens again...
Me: And it wouldn't be me just gone...
*Luke grinned as you both cuddled on the couch*
Chapter 15: Blueberry Backfire
Summary:
The 3 course gum makes another appearance on an unlikely victim.
Chapter Text
Me: Luke and I still embraced, when I noticed something Wait a minute...
Luke: Hmmm?
Me: Being held in his arms, I felt my stomach so oddly "outward", then moved a little and looked down Did it always look that size? It wasn't there before.
Luke: Luke looked down too I didn't think it did...
Lucinda saw us still together Lucinda: Ah, I see... you two can't keep your hands off each other softly smiling
Keith: Keith wrapped his arm around Lucinda and grinned Young love...takes me back.
Lucinda: By a few centuries. then seeing my stomach My dear!
Luke: Think we should tell them?
Lucinda: Not from any midnight snackings, is it?
Me: Well, no Lucinda...
Luke: Mom...er... hehe rubbing the back of his neck
Me: Not only will your son take a wife, but the parents are also getting something in return let's say.
Keith chuckled, knowing full well.
From inside the house, the other four heard the shrill screams from outside. They all came rushing out, hearing Lucinda mutter something about "grandkids".
Craig: I giggled
Lucinda: The gods are still smiling down on me!!
Luke: Luke looked to you and grinned I knew she would be overjoyed.
Me: :D Yes, seeing the others I'm pregnant...
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Doc sat in his lab, pondering over his next plan to take the team out. With the demons also on his side for world domination, the objective was clear...take out the team from the inside out. One lone demon stepped forward, offering his services - with a light green flash he was gone, deciding on targeting the first team member he met.
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Meanwhile, Craig sat in the dining room, showing me how to operate the palmtop.
Craig: ...And this option here scans for any demonic power sources nearby, neat huh?
Me: Oh yes...
Craig: Handing you the notebook sized device for you to have a play
Me: Thanks Craig for helping me out with this.
Craig: Hehe any time :P it's always useful to know this stuff.
Me: Very...maybe after all this is over, I can get the extra help of getting a good computer career, at least I have some money from helping out Uncle Steve with paper transactions.
Craig: Hehe yeah hmmm... I'm just gonna get a drink or something from the store...you keep playing?
Me: Sure.
Craig: I got up and walked out the door, heading down the street.
Typing in number calibrations Craig showed me and using the wireless globe map.
Craig: by now I was half way down the street...something felt odd...as if someone was watching me
echoing yes....the one.....
Craig: huh!? looking around
I looked ahead and continued to walk
By a mysterious echo, the voice seemed closer ....the one.... all mine...
Craig: *gasping panicked* I began to run, until I felt something grasp my chest from behind; straight through me I fell to the ground GAHHH!!
Me: I felt a chill shake me Hah! I gasped out, not knowing why I felt that
Craig: Lying on the ground I felt my mind slip...my essence fading as something took over. My eyes opened up, the iris's now green. Getting up I walked back to the house
Craig: I walked straight back in; cool and calm Hmm...they didn't have any of what I wanted at the store....never mind....
Me: Oh...okay...guess you haven't gotten used to the food or drink here then?
Craig: Errrr.... no... something different about me; I gave a deep, slightly-cold look to you
Me: cocking my eyes and concerned Craig, are you okay?
Craig: Yeah....I'm fine... walking away
Me: Uh...okay...
Craig: I walked straight to Steve's room, his book already open. Walking up to it I flicked through the pages...my voice changed a little Ahh....the book...
I felt something odd and tense from Craig, as I went back to pushing in button commands
Soon I had turned to the page with Frisky on it ahhh...*I stroked the illustration of an orange colored demon*
From the master bedroom, the door opened, and Keith walked out, refreshed somehow
Craig: I looked at the illustration longer
Me: I smiled pleasantly as Keith came down Hello Keith
Craig: I started murmuring the Latin by the illustration
Keith: ahh hello Alison...I guess Craig is teaching you his palmtop?
Me: Yes...I think I'm getting the hang of it? Were you resting before?
Keith: Keith kissed the side of my forehead then stretched yup...hehe
Me: ...I guess it's one of those days for that; no one else is really around besides me and Craig
Keith nodded
Me: But Luke should be back soon, saying he was bringing a surprise for all of us...I wonder what it could be?
Keith: hehe knowing my son, something fantastic
Craig: I continued to mutter the Latin
Me: putting the palmtop down well, I think I'll take a break...kind of feel like doing something... getting up out of my chair, my hand behind my lower back bringing myself up
Keith: I best go do some more research on whom and what we're facing walking to the study and picking up a book
Craig: I soon finished reading the Latin, as some orange light fizzled
Me: Yes, but my brain is starting to lag from all this palmtop work
I walked to the study to join Keith. The room had rows of books against the walls, a lot of red, green and brown blue binding facing out, the carpet was red and sewn with gold tapping’s and a large chair was at the corner with a sturdy red oak table. The orange light grew more, forming a body.
Craig Whitehouse: hehe yes....
The glow now became Frisky, the Loompette from his role plays. She was about to scream for joy as I shushed her.
Frisky: whispered ooo are we having fun? :P
Craig: I nodded wait here... leaving Steve's room
Me: Say, Keith...I think it may be a little early to decide, but what name would be best for a Valentine baby mixed in with a Gray family side?
Keith: hmmmm.... there are many to choose from...When I and Lucy were deciding on Luke and Jan we were looking for something which suited. Maybe the time to decide is when the little one is born
Craig: Walking into the study Hey guys...
Me: Oh hey, Craig...
Craig: Hey...er... up to anything.. interesting?
Me: To Keith How did you suit the names for your sons?
Keith: Well that's an interesting question...the names really just came to us at the time Keith was flicking through a book; the page landed on the green demon
Craig: I gasped
Me: Ahh, I see... Well, I guess I'm being too early for this. After all, there's a wedding to plan before that.
Keith: hehe yes
Craig: pointing Ermm...Keith....That looks familiar...
Me: What does?
Pointing at Keith’s current page on his book
Keith: Oh this.... well I thought if we're facing demons I may as well research them...
Me: Hey, this is like my old book I had, the one I use took with me when I was at that diner
Craig: Hmmmm. Hey er...Allie...can I talk to you for a second?
Me: Huh? Oh..sure
Craig: walking out I sneakily place a pack of gum on a nearby dresser. Now standing just outside Steve's room I have something to show you.
Me: What's that?
The study door locked shut as Frisky leapt out
Me: Huh?!
Frisky: Hiiiiiiiiiiii!!!
Me: What are you doing here!
Frisky: Hehe He freed me.... my old friend giving me a wink
Me: Huh?
Craig: I winked back we're old friends....and we have plans for you
Me: Craig, what's going on??
Craig: I'm not Craig....But he's here and evil grin at you as Frisky pinned you
Frisky: hehehehe
Me: Who are you?
Craig: I am not named.... I.... ugh....uggghhhh... I grabbed my head, growling
Me: Craig??
Craig: Get......OUT!!! grrrrrrrrrr
Me: Gasping softly
Craig: I dropped to my knees as Frisky turned around
Frisky: uh oh poof; in an orange cloud she vanished
Me: Craig!!
Craig: Ugh...ugh.....what...the...ugh...
Keith: Keith unlocked the study door Is everyone ok? I heard a commotion...
Craig: Holding my head I think...I'm fine....
Me: Craig! kneeling down beside you What was that about?
Craig: What was what about?
Craig: Hey...where's my soda? looking around and searching my pockets
Me: You told me they didn't have anything
Craig: I looked confused at you I don't even remember getting to the store
Keith: Keith picked up the pack of gum Hmmm... unwrapping he took one piece
Me: Are you sure you're okay?
Craig: I'm fine.... just a little headache...
Keith: Keith began chewing the gum hmmm...my, this IS delicious... Craig, where did this gum come from?
Me: Gum? What gum?
Craig: What gum?
Keith: Keith waved the packet - a 3 course gum Ingenious chew chew
Me: Blinks Wait..*reading* 3-course gum??
Keith: I can actually taste this tomato soup...
Me: Beh?!
Craig: And can anyone see the parody ability in this?
Keith nodded as he chewed away
Me: To Craig I don't think Keith does
Keith: Very incredible...hmm...odd...it's changing....
Me: Only Keith would finding this exciting
Craig: whispered I just hope the last part doesn't do what I think it does...
Already back in the study
Keith: Hmm...a roast dinner...fantastic chew chew chew
Craig: I resisted in saying a cliché line
Me: Just hope for him its blood pudding.
Keith: Keith took a seat again, chewing and chewing Fantastic...it's amazing what people can come up with in this day and age... oooo another change...
Me: Um...yes...I really don't remember seeing that pack in here
Craig Whitehouse: Neither do I....let alone buying it... o.O
Me: Unless you wanted to give it to Taz...
Craig: Hehe now THAT would be interesting...she'd be SO pissed at me... :P
Keith: Keith chewed until he blurted out Blueberry! Amazing!
Me: Oy!
Craig: looking alarmed oh no
Keith kept chewing, now chewing faster and harder
Me: Keith... stepping closer are you..alright?
Keith: I'm fine dear, why do you ask? mmm this gum is fantastic!
Craig: Errr...you wanna tell him or shall I?
Me: I...*mouth open* I'm trying to keep the confusion down inside my head... but I know what happens next
Keith: chewing nervously now Are you playing a prank on me, now?
Me: Uh, ya no!
Keith now began to flush bright blue, still chewing
Craig: Er...er...er... o.O pointing
Me: H-how lucky should I be to see this happen 3 times in my life?
Craig: Quite lucky?
Keith: How do you mean lucky?
Me: Well...hoo boy, I'll probably sprout dialogue from the movie
The blueness now spread all over his body
Me: But you're turning blue, you're face
Keith: blue? confused and chewing more he looked in a nearby mirror. Confusion to shock, he stared How in the... *he rubbed his face with his bright blue hand* chewing furiously My word...
Craig: Keith.. stop chewing!!
Keith: I...I can't chew chew it's too ....
Craig: cutting...good?
Me: No point in saying that! It's like telling the deaf to speak up
Craig: True...errr.. pointing to Keith’s stomach
Me: Hah!!
Keith: Oooff....this gum is too much... Very filling.... his belly bloating up with juice
Craig: Ahhrrr.....errr.... o.O
Me: in my mind "oh god" and feeling my own loins ache in excitement
The filling spread through his body, up to his arms. Keith ripened more and more, never ceasing the chewing.
Keith: ahhh... *chew chew chew chew* his arms, now being lifted up at an angle as he filled more and more.... too much.....
Craig: Errr...what can we do?
Looking on stunned
Craig: I looked on stunned too as Keith chewed away. In the background the door was heard being shut as Luke's voice rang out
Luke: We're back! Is everyone alright?
Me: hearing his voice oh no!
Craig: Uh-Oh....er...Luke?
Luke: Yes?! Are you guys in the study? Luke opened up the study door Oh there...you... WHOA!!!
Keith: chew chew hey there, son...ermm...
Luke: Dad?! What happened? walking over he poked his father in his bloated tummy It's as if you're blowing up like a balloon!
Craig: Clearing my throat er...Like a blueberry actually...
Luke: ¬.¬ ...ah...
Me: He is...it’s plain on his face!
Luke: Hmmm...Mom?! Is it okay if you come in here?
I didn't see Lucinda anywhere. All I saw was a brown bat flying in from the open doorway
Me: A bat!!
Craig: Whoa!
Lucinda: bat-like voice What's going on now? I was still asleep when I keep hearing you all call out. with a puff of brown glittered dust, Lucinda appeared in her usual human form, brushing down her blue skirt
Luke: We have a little problem not even attempting to hide Keith (if that was even possible)
Lucinda: Little?
Luke: Well...a big problem...
Keith: Keith chewed and flapped his hands Hello dear....er...
Lucinda: trailing her eyes to her husband, slowly bloating his way to a puffy shape Keith!?
Keith: chewing away erm... I don't suppose you know a way of...*chew chew chew* stopping me?
Lucinda: Lucinda looked on with bulged eyes, shocked at what she was seeing Whose idea was this of a joke to pull on your father? Referring to Luke
Me: That's something Craig should answer thumbing to Craig
Craig: Me? looking confused
Luke: Craig? Have you something to do with this?
Craig: I....No!
Lucinda: high-pitched Well whoever hell's fault this is, get the air out of him NOW!!
Luke: Mother that's not air....that's juice! reading the back of the gum packet
Lucinda: Her shoulders slumped and her expression more out there Juice?!? How the hell can juice do that now??
Me: Well, Keith seems to be enjoying this...
Luke: It's right here on the packet.....haven't you ever seen that Willy Wonka movie? Let alone read the book?
Craig: I raise my hand I do....but we need a juicing method...
Lucinda: Book? Movie??
Lucinda: You mean THIS actually happened??
Luke rolled his eyes
Me: Well...the exact same thing with Luke...
Luke: So now I know where I get my allergy from :P
Me: including inflation??
Keith kept chewing, getting more worried as he reached extreme fullness, his body now starting to round off
Luke: Maybe so...
Me: Watching Keith again Oh dear...
Keith: he flapped his hands someone help me.. -chew chew
Craig: Ermm.... like I said - a juicing method...
Me: Right...Luke, how are you processing this? If this happened to my dad, I'd be embarrassed at seeing something out of my fantasy happen to him
Luke: errrr... not sure on how to answer, but trying to remain level headed
Me: Well...right now, we're trying to figure a juicing method out, Keith. Just hold on a little longer... the swelling should stop or slow soon
Keith: chew chew I hope so...
Craig: I'm worried...what ethics does this gum run on? The 70's flick or the modern flick?
Me: If the modern one...
Lucinda: rushing to her husband's aid, holding and laying on most of him Don't worry darlin'... the children can handle this, I hope...
Craig: ...Don’t say it Allie... else if that's true there's gonna be one heck of a mess.
noting the small study size
Me: Luke?
Luke: stroking his chin yes, Hun?
Me: Think maybe you could.. if that was it or somewhere else to bring him to, is it possible to phase him out of here?
Luke: hmmm.. there's no harm in trying... but do you think my dad's focused enough to do that?
Me: What if you were close to him and did the phasing for him?
Lucinda: Whatever you need to do child!
Luke: hmmm.. but what's stopping me
Craig: ...phasing into him..?
Me: Well, just having your hands on him as you roll him, the both of you able to go through the walls and outside swinging my finger around to trace it
Keith: Keith began to slow down chewing, as did his swelling, now fully rounded oh my....
Me: my eyes widened Oh dear
Keith: Well...this certainly is a bit of a predicament...*rocking back and forth on his rounded rear* His purplish attire stretched out, his hands poking upward and his head, a bright blue next to his blonde hair
Me: One can only wonder how this would've been reacted if you were still with your old companions
Keith: a little dazed No doubt this would have been an impressive practical joke...
Me: Not that it isn't still impressive...
Keith: Amazing what technology can do to chewing gum...
Lucinda: Oy! fingers to her forehead I got a blueberry for a husband!
Luke: now it's returning you to normal...
Me: Hold on! Let me get the palmtop*Rushing out of the study room and getting the palmtop, clicking the button to warm it up*
Craig: Ha...why did I think of that? :P I guess now you have an excuse to try out your skills
Me: flicking through the window, coming across to a "sample analysis" program Uh, Keith...if you don't mind, I might need a small sample from you
Keith: Not at all...
I first did a finger print test, pressing the thumb into the keyboard area for him, and letting the small needle churn out from the side compartment to give a small prick from his skin for blood and skin sample
Keith: ooo something sharp....
He wiggled his thumb afterwards
Me: Just a quick one, to see if something changed in your blood and anything else different along the epidermis.
Clicking and tapping into the small computer
Craig: I watched on, arms folded
Keith: Keith waddled around in a circle a little very, very strange...
Me: Huh, wow, never would've thought there was an actual science behind this over enhanced blueberry gum
bump, knocking into Lucinda Lucinda: Oh!
Keith: Sorry hunny...I haven't gotten use to my orbit just yet...
Craig: A science you say? peeking over your shoulder to look
Luke joined you
Lucinda: brushing her hair with her hand W-well.. it happens...I'm sure it took the planets some time to get used to it too
Keith giggled and grinned
Me: Well...this is something I remember about the blue people in Troublesome Creek, Kentucky, a family blood condition, where because of a lack of an important enzyme, gives their skin a blue hue instead of a normal white skin tone
Craig: Hmmmm..
Me: and 2, I don't remember the exact term for it, but inside this piece of gum, it also has enhanced nutrients of a sort that makes the skin seem to stretch, and the lacking enzyme is what's causing
Keith skin to change color to a skin shade
Craig: awesome....but that sounds deadly o.O
Me: Of course, there's only enough in one piece to make this transformation, but if taking another piece of gum after the old one and so forth, the affects can happen all over again. And it would be hard to say how big a person can get, even given with the enhanced nutrients inside the already stretched out skin. And it also accommodates bone structure to support the extra extensions. If Keith ever had another piece or even finish the entire pack... and with the current rotund size now, it could be...*shrugging* I don't know...about 5 or 6 times the normal size
Craig: I gasped not good... soo...erm.. any ideas how to change him back?? or will it wear off?
Lucinda: Oh great Goddess! An entire pack of this stuff and poor Keith would really become a planet!
Keith giggled
Me: I guess you would find that funny, Keith, but if we left it alone, it could take a few days for the entire juices inside to seep out and the enzyme reverting to normal would take longer afterwards, and it is the blueberry juice inside that's gives Keith a healthy blue glow
Luke wasn't looking too good, his expression sullen and as if he was feeling something very frightening inside
Keith: Well.. speaking of healthy.. I feel as youthful as I was when I was a teen...
Me: But as for "how" to get the juice out... huh? Really?
Luke: mumbled this isn't good...something or someone started this…
Me: What do you mean like a teenager?
Keith: full of energy...
Lucinda: Even back some 400 years darlin?
Keith: looking to Lucinda
Lucinda: Now... interested how full of energy would you say?
Keith: very.... that look in his eyes
Me: But Lucinda, we still need to figure out the best way to extract the juice out
Lucinda: pursing her lips and ogling back at him hmm...
Lucinda: men with strong physiques is what gets me going, yet...this "look" would feel more comfortable than usual... tracing her long finger along the curve of his "chest"
Keith: Keith shivered a bit, feeling oddly sensitive Oh, stop it Lucy hehe
Lucinda: struts her right shoulder with a smile What?
Me: Uh...anyone open to suggestions?
Craig: ERm... let Lucy hug him? o.O
Me: And squeeze the juice out that way?
Craig: Maybe....they seem to be getting close enough to do just that...
Me: Hmm... well, either conclusion, it'll still be a mess... and besides, the people in Troublesome
Creek are pretty much by far very healthy
Craig: hmmm...think I should get the sheets out? hehehe
Me: Might as well, covering the room so nothing gets ruined. Luke, could you help him?
Luke: huh? oh sure... not keeping his eyes off his parents as he helped me with the sheets
Me: I'll see if the palmtop can retrieve something about methylene blue or if there is a component installed or for it, or even a way to make it ourselves
Me: There we go...*seeing the sheets cover the book cases, the table and chair*
and planting down along the floor
Craig: Hmm....I'm guessing we should.. stand back?
Me: More like give them some privacy
Craig: Agreed leaving the room
Lucinda then hummed and purred
Keith giggled a little
Me: To the other guys Well at least she doesn't know the song
I chuckled at that, as Luke gave a quick cuddle
Me: Ooh
There were muffled sounds of squishing and moaning going on behind the thick door, with the squishing getting louder and a few splurts
Me: well that's bring out the new term: making love like vampires. Alright guys, let's make some methylene blue
Craig: hehe yeah....think it's wrong to listen in?
pulling him by the arm
Craig: hehe dragged away willingly
Me: tapping into the palmtop to look up the compound making
Craig: hmm.. I see you’re getting used to that
Luke watched on, cuddling you
Me: hehe, alright then...looks like we have something here then printing out the ingredients needed and side effects mentioned alrighty guys, just follow the instructions to making it
Luke took the piece of paper ...hmmm...
Craig: What? What? trying to peek but to short
Luke: We could get these from the grocery store...convenient...
Me: excellent
Craig: Luke and I left, hurrying to the store
The squelching and moaning still going behind the door
Me: heh, a mess it will be indeed
Craig: minutes later we returned with a bag full of ingredients Back...we got everything...
Me: good and quick
Craig: Yup...convenience stores for the win :D high five
Me: hehe
The boys and I got to work; while they were pouring the doses, I got myself a pickle, chips and a bowl of cabbage juice to dip them in for those cravings
Me: Ooh! Never thought this solution would smell so strong.
Craig and Luke in unison: You're telling me...
Me: crunch chew
Craig: Hehe mixing up the ingredients, the moaning stopped hmmm
Me: that was actually shorter than expected
Craig: Really?! I looked shocked
Me: Either that, or I don't know how long it takes for people to have sex
Craig: Ah...but would you class that as sex?
Luke feeling uncomfortable
Craig: Oh...yeah...it's your parents...er...awkward o.O
Me: OOh, sorry hunny
Luke: a little embarrassed er...no problem hun
Craig: Think I should ...check on them? :S
Me: Should we draw straws?
Luke: Oh, I'll go look hehe walking off and knocking Err...Mother? Father?
Craig: whispered to you He’s got balls...
Me: Yeah... not a wimp at all
He went in cautiously, telling them we've found a method to return Keith to normal.
Craig: Hmmm...I'm guessing this stuff's nearly ready? It's going all stringy..
Me: it shouldn't, it just has a green color at the moment, but should change when oxygen is put through when he takes it.
Craig: hmmm keeps stirring
Luke made a sort of gasp sound when he looked in further
Me: looking down That should be good going back and taking an empty needle
Craig: nodding I turned to Luke as he gasped 'Sup dude?
Me: needle full of the meth. looking green and coming over whoa! looking at the blue splattered room
Craig: What, what?! looking, then crawling under Luke's legs I slipped and landed in blue goo agh man...
Me: Oo! You really do try to get around tall people, don't you?
Keith lay with Lucinda on top of him, sprawled out panting
Craig: You think? my face all blue, I grinned
Me: snort hehehehe
Craig: So...er...good job the sheets were here...wow that sounded wrong to me...
Keith just looked dreamily at his wife, who was as blue as the walls and sheets
she smiled, her smooth teeth visible along her blue lips, then crawled on her hands further to give him a kiss
Keith laid willing, kissing back
Craig: I resisted the urge to shout "Have fun?!", stifling it with a "urp!"
Me: Uh, you okay Craig?
Craig: Yeah fine...I'm just not going to say what I want to say giggling
Me: Alright then...the methylene blue is ready...just need to make the appropriate injection. I wanted
to ask of getting some tissue cloths and hydrogen peroxide before I use the needle
Craig: hydrogen peroxide...bleach? why bleach? looking confused
Me: just in case, but I do need a solution to wipe before exactly injecting it
Craig: hmmm... crawling back out from under Luke's legs I retrieved the bleach and some paper towels there ya go
Me: Thanks. Okay Keith
Luke came in wow.. what a mess...
Keith awoke from his daydreaming
Me: looking over the messy blue floor Just trying not to slip
Lucinda: Reminds me of my mud wrestling days at that hotel in Honduras
Luke: I won’t.. I whoa!! slip and a thud
Me: D'oh
Craig: Hehe mud wrestling? Now I’ve heard it all :D
Me: Sweetie kneeling down Sweetie, are you alright?
Luke: ugh...yes...never better clutching his back and sitting up
Me: Hehe, maybe some of us should get cleaned up before I give the methylene
Craig: I hurried and found 2 mops Alright to help, Luke?
Luke: Yeah okay I helped him to his feet as we cleaned up excess juice before moving the sheets
Lucinda and Keith cleaned up in the shower
Luke and I carry the sheets out back, dropping them with a loud squishy, juicy thud
Me: I know this would've been easier and done lickety split if Uncle Steve was here...but another way
of learning something new
Craig: Hmm yeah... but does magic always beat science? hehe not a time for discussion really :P
Me: Only by science's limitations :P. Anyway. We're just about ready Keith!
Craig: hehe
Keith: Keith strolled in, still blue skinned, but cleaned up and fresh My word I've never felt this energetic in a long time taking a seat
Me: I think the neighboring islands could hear what was going on in there
Keith blushed a little
Me: Um...now I want to roll up your sleeve
Keith: Okay... rolling up his sleeve and leaving his bright blue arm out
tapping the elbow end with two fingers
Craig: I couldn't help but think how this would have been on other people...You and Taz were just 2 suggestions...
Then a tissue cloth with the skin cleaning solution
You'll feel a small prick at first... now, if I do this correctly...
Keith: My dear...I know needles. I'm sure you're doing fine with this.
Me: You know needles? then pricking in, pushing down on the plunger.
Keith: Well...needles are a common thing... the blue beginning to fade a little.
Me: I can only imagine you've had experiences with being injected before... Wow, for a home brew, it's really starting to work
Keith: nodding, he looked at his hand in amazement as the blue faded more - not just a tint on his skin Extraordinary...
Me: Same here. Now you might feel some discomfort from the methylene blue, but with being a vampire, those should pass.
Keith: now feeling it Yep...it's here his skin back a normal pale.
Luke: fantastic...you did well there hunny.
Me: Thank you, Luke.
Craig: Looking at the gum packet unbelievable this stuff...
Me: hmm, I wonder if I have a knack for learning to be a chemist.
Luke: Maybe :P
Me: But something I still can't figure out. Where did this pack of gum come from? And another thing...you also might have some GH: LV51 in you still Keith; that part could also contribute given if the gum affected your height.
Keith: Keith nodded I know...
Me: Now if it's temporary or permanent, hard to say...but that would be for future tests
Keith sighed, nodding and knowing whatever happens next will be a bumpy ride
Me: But I'm sure, just like this one, you'll take it with a smile. And right now, things are just as normal and crisis averted. Oh, Luke, now that I remember safety throwing the used needle away you said you had a surprise for all of us?
Luke: Oh yes... How does everyone like the idea of a trip to the Big Apple?
Chapter 16: Sundae in the City
Summary:
A fun New York trip turns into mega trouble.
Chapter Text
Craig: New York?!! :D
*Luke nodded*
Me: New York? Oh my god!
Craig: How...what....damn cool :P
Keith: Hmmm...New York....I'm fine for that
*giving Luke a hug* *Luke hugged back*
Craig: *For comedy I joined in on the hug, with a big cheesy grin*
Me: oh! ...maybe we can find a wedding dress or something for the wedding
Luke: hehe yes
Me: and I think I had an idea of something blue, but you're father's back to normal
Craig: *I laughed, as Keith giggled*
Me: I wonder if the others will also be excited
Lucinda: *coming down* Did I hear of a trip to New York?
*Luke nodded again*
Lucinda: Oooo whee! Haven't seen how it looked since the 1930's from postcards
Keith: Still marvelous I believe
*I take it they're not fully aware of the 9/11 attacks*
Me: But I take it Jan would be disappointed that Time Square isn't such a seedy place anymore...
Craig: hehe I bet he wouldn't mind the pro wrestling there though
Me: Oh?
Craig: Not sure if there's a WWE Pay-Per-View on...but that would be impressive :P
Me: Would all of be staying in the city for a few days, like a real trip?
Craig: I'm game for that, sure :D
*everything was packed and the levitation spells were in use for us to fly to the Big Apple*
Craig: *dropping my luggage* Well I'm ready...you ready?
Me: *Looking up at the hotel* Wow...
Craig: Very wow...
*the city was bustling with people hailing taxis and local street performers*
Jan: fancy place bro. Where'd you swipe the money for this?
Luke: Swipe? pfft!
*ginger was being bothered by a peddler bum* Ginger: I don't have any money...
Craig: Oh for cryin' out...
Jan: *Jan approached them and grabbed the collar of the bum* Hey pal, leave the babe alone
Bum: Easy pal...easy...
*pulls something out of his pocket* Jan: Here take this...might be useful to you. Get all the meals you want
*the bum looked at the gum, which said 3 course meal, he looked up with a delighted expression and left*
Craig: *I just looked on in shock* God damn it Jan!
Jan: What? The vagabond won't go hungry again
Craig: Yeah...but he would be a bit screwed if he was rounder than the average bum! o.O
Jan: Free pickings, I always say *shrugging and bring his bag up*
Craig: *I tutted and picked up my luggage too*
Me: *As we settled into the large suites and packed our stuff, I brought my digital camera out for photos during the sightseeing*
Luke: *Luke cuddled up behind you* hehe
Me: ooh! *I also felt a large hand pat my stomach* Ahhh
Luke: hehe
*One of our stops was a boat to the Statue of Liberty, a classy moment with Jan when all of us were at the crown of Lady Liberty, mooning the city, and Lucinda promptly pulling his ear and away*
*Ginger checked out the local fashion stores*
Craig: *Luke just looked* Wow we saw a lot today
Me: yes *taking note of the National Museum of History, now we were at Times Square* A lot of walking, yes
Luke: hehe I won't forget Steve and Craig complaining of all the walking :P
Me: Well, I have my share of complaints myself with walking, especially when they really ache and there isn't a place to sit. And very soon, I might have a problem with swollen ankles :P
Luke: We'll hit that when we come to it...and I don't have a problem carrying you
Me: hehe, no of course not, if you could, you could carry a car
Luke: hehe
Me: Speaking of which, where did Craig and Lucinda go to?
*Lucinda sat at the hotel bar, ordering rum and peeking at the bags she brought and had Craig carry for her*
Craig: *setting the bags down* I don't get why I do this, and Keith could... *sighing and taking a seat*
Lucinda: Where do you think he went to?
Craig: A lie down I guess... phew I'm shattered
Lucinda: Besides, that ain't an insult just because I'm a woman is it? *her accent more noticeable*
Craig: Oh no not at all...I get the shopping bug from the girlfriend allll the time hehe I'm just acting as any male would
Lucinda: *hand flap* of course *sipping* Wooo, let's just relax for a bit
Craig: Yup *laying back into the chair...most of the customers left the bar. Something felt different*
Lucinda: have a drink then, boy. For me, rum won't kill me, so I drink up when I'm away
Craig: Meh...they don't seem to have what I like... *something really felt wrong...*
Craig: *my vision seemed to go greener...*
*She looked over* Lucinda: What wrong with you, boy? You look a little peekish
Craig: Peekish....you could...say that...
Lucinda: Hey now what happened to your voice?
Craig: *I stood up, standing over Lucinda* ....hello Lucy.... *speaking as if I were an acquaintance from long ago*
Lucinda: HUh??
*Keith came back from the hotel to meet up with us at the Square, along with Steve coming up with Ginger, with Jan already met us*
Keith: Hello, all
Me: Hi Keith
Jan: Where's mom and Craig boy?
Luke: Good question...
*I looked over at the crowd and thought I saw Lucinda coming up, her sandals flipping*
Craig: *I follow* hey guys...
Me: Craig?
Craig: Yup Allie?
Me: There's something...different about you again
Craig: Different? *looking confused*
*I get that ominous feeling again, the way I saw Craig and Frisky out of the book*
Jan: Well, are we just gonna sit and watch the fuckin' crowds go by or what?
Craig: Yeah... let's get moving... *a cocky grin*
Lucinda: *Lucinda lifted her foot up* Ugh, these things are getting so tight on me
Craig: *my cocky grin extended more*
Lucinda: Ack! *stopping herself*
Craig: *I looked on, stepping back*
Luke: Mom, are you ok?
Jan: Ma?
Keith: What's the matter, dear?
Lucinda: I...thought it was my sandals...but... *her tone started changing* I feel strange, mon...
Craig: *I chuckled quietly*
Keith: Maybe we should take you back to the room...let you lie down...
Lucinda: *pushing him back* No...oofff...
*Her wedding ring started to tighten and broke at the rim*
*Keith gasped and caught it*
*she shook her head, her hair flailing, her shoulders broadening out, her arms lengthening, her sandal covered feet started to stretch and groan, tearing the straps off*
Luke: Mom!
Steve: Not here..... not here... *watching on*
Craig: *I sniggered* hehehe
Me: *My tone deepens* Craig?
*Her chest stretched into her blouse, ripping the cloth at the seams, her long skirt shrinking as her long legs grew, her sandals torn away and trapped under the soles of her feet*
Craig: Hmmm?
*she stood over the group now*
Lucinda: *her voice changing, echoing and fearful* What's happenin' to me??
*by now some bystanders were gaining attention*
Craig: You're growing!!
*some gasped and gawked*
Craig: *sniggering more*
*her blouse kept tearing away, until it was stretchy enough to cover her breasts, right now becoming 20 feet tall*
Lucinda: Keithy?
Keith: *Keith gawked as his wife towered him more and more* er..er..er...
Craig: *my snigger now became more evil laughter*
*her blue skirt now a torn mini*
Me: Craig! What is wrong with you, can't you see what's happening?!
Craig: Oh I can see what's happening... hehe...you seem shocked.... surely you know who caused this? *a cold green glowing stare*
Me: Huh! *gasping*
Lucinda: *howling* NNo!!
Craig: Ah Lucy... now do you remember me? *looking up*
Lucinda: You...ki...killer.... *she screamed out, then bent down and grabbed Keith at his waist, his arms out of her grip*
Keith: Whoa...whoa...hunny...put me down...my pants are chaffing...
Craig: Hmhmhm....amazing...
*almost out of her mind, she started to walk away, still growing*
Luke: Gah! Mom!
Me: Lucinda!!
Craig: Hehe... *on that I began to fade into a green mist*
Luke: grrrrr!! Craig!
Craig: *echoed in non-existence* hehe find me...
Me: *watching the green mist disappear* Craig!!! *I leapt into Luke's embrace*
Craig: Find me.....
Luke: Gah....grr
Me: Oh Craig...
Luke: Craig...grrr
Keith: *In the distance* Lucy...Put me down THIS INSTANT!!
Ginger: oh dear...what a trip for this to turn out to be...
Steve: Find me?
Jan: What the fuck happened to Craig?? *pointing to where he could've been* Was he holding out on us all this time?!
Luke: Hmmm...something's not right...
Steve: *nodding* yes...
Me: Not since I saw him with Frisky out of your magic book, Steve
Steve: An orange demon....*thinking* something is definitely not right...
Ginger: But we've gotta find him! Before whoever is inside him does any other damage. And we don't even know where to start
Steve: Hmmm true, Ginger... I suggest we split up....It may be difficult since New York's...well...
Me: A big city no doubt
*Luke nodded*
Me: And more ground to cover, each of us using our own means of detection
Steve: yes.... Jan, Ginger...you two with me... You and Luke can go the other way
*Nodding*
*Steve began to walk in the opposite direction. Jan and Ginger following his lead*
*I grabbed my palm top of out my purse bag and opened it up*
Me: Alright, hun, looks like it'll be just us for some time... *still worried about Craig*
Luke: yes.... and don't worry hun...we'll find him
*The two of us headed down the other end of the street amid shocked groups*
*Meanwhile, Lucinda's now 40 foot size, and still growing, made her walking a small stride, her bare feet stepping on the road, the usual crowds down below in a panic as she came close each time*
Keith: Lucy!!! I demand you put me down now!! *kicking his legs*
*Her grip on him slowly encompassed Keith little by little as that arm was up to chest level, an unknown rage filling insider her and blinding her to the noises. With a quick step, a car was crushed flat at the side. Then her free hand gripped a building edge by her fingers, crushing glass and bricks. Her mind's eye remembering ghoulish beings, ones that used to be ordinary plane passengers, taken over by the green demon*
Keith: Gah!!!! LUCY!!!
*She then screamed out, not only from the memory of feeling confused of fighting off the dead passengers and beating them away by a vampire force that was inside her for the first time, but also by the shots of crowd controllers and gunman standing by*
Keith: *Keith was thrown around in her palm* whooaa ahhh Lucy...what's going on?!! What's wrong?!
*It was like gnats at her legs, ones where she tried to kick and swat at them, before crushing down on the Earth below*
*leaving a smoking disaster at her feet*
Keith: *Keith held on for his life, trying to calm her down* Lucy....whoa! Agh!...
*She was about as tall as the buildings around her, closing to over 70 feet high. By now, from the emergency throughout the city, some streets became deserted*
*Keith still clung to Lucinda's hand tightly*
*She continued to walk mightily down the empty path, and stepped to where there was an alley way between some houses, stopping and standing there*
Lucinda: *to herself, sullen* Twice...twice there wasn't anything I could do...
Keith: Twice?... Lucinda?
Lucinda: That day...that crash...I wasn't even human that long...not long enough to live it...and I still couldn't do anything against that thing when I became something else... *she let her closed hand release and slip, leaving Keith to drop before he cautiously let himself down gracefully through his agility*
*Then, she dropped to her knees, the way she did after the ghouls were dead among the wreckage, crying as hard as she could even though she was older now to know better*
Keith: *Keith reached the ground, thinking what she meant....thinking back, it hit him* the crash.....oh Lucy
Lucinda: ...and you were there...back on my island home...
*He placed his hand on her foot*
Lucinda: It didn't help when I got turned...I'm about as weak as I've ever been...nothing in me from my past to help...
Keith: Lucinda...you're not weak...you're a wonderful strong mother
Lucinda: but I still couldn't do anything against Him... it was like he saw right through that girlish fear again... *she traced her huge delicate finger along the ground*
Keith: Him?
That demon... in that boy... Even with the tricks I've learned over the years, I still couldn't do anything
Keith: Craig....?
*Keith began to think.. the green demon on the plane...how and when did he come back?*
Lucinda: And now he did this to me! Why??
Keith: Lucinda...we'll get him back...I promise...
Lucinda: This must be what my baby felt, so high up...
Keith: But...you need to calm down...
Lucinda: *She slammed her fist on the ground* How can I calm down when I've been turned into a monster?! *her voice ringing with anger and sadness*
Keith: Hunny...you're not a monster...Think back to when I was roughly the same height as you... *he climbs her leg, sitting on her knee*
Me: *She sighed* I never knew how, even when you're near somebody, you're still lonely...
Keith: You'll learn to like it in time hun...and use it to an advantage *he had already grown a few feet, and continued*
Lucinda: But it doesn't belong to me...if only my other power came in... and look at all this mess now...*her head naturally fell onto her husband's chest, now the same size as her*
Keith: *Keith began to cuddle her* It'll all be cleaned up
Lucinda: *sighing again* So much for coming back around Christmas time...
Keith: *Keith stroked her hair; lifting her chin up with his finger* Lucinda...
Lucinda: I don't even know how to get back to normal...
Keith: *whispered*... let it go *he gave her a soft kiss and focused*
Lucinda: *moaning from his kiss, his undead yet lively kiss, but let it go? She thought...she did survive the first time, and very lucky at that. Even when she told the higher gods she wanted to be a human, they weren't so please, but complied with her wish anyway, and even then and now, they've looked over her, giving her a chance to live completely again*
Keith: *ending the kiss* you'll be fine *smiling and looking deep into her eyes the shrinking began slowly*
*the attention then turned to me and Luke, taking that path to where Lucinda walked*
Luke: My word *noticing the deep Lucinda footprints*
Me: Hmm... The demon's essence must've been following her all this time...good grief! *looking up at the debris and ticker tapes adorning the road, seeing some smoke from the cars, a sort of odd panic among the people there, interviews taking place*
Luke: *nodding* and we've drawn worldwide attention...something we shouldn't have let happen...
Me: Right...but who any of this saw this coming? *Trying to walk past the people, hoping to find Craig and getting to Lucinda and Keith at the same time* Luke, think you can get us to where your parents are faster?
Luke: I'm trying hunny... *focusing hard...he stared into the distance....it slowly came to him* This way hunny...
*then I was swooped up into his arms*
Craig: *Hiding on an alleyway I slowly reformed... my skin more green and slithery, my eyes lizard-like and glowing green. my breath was hissing* hehehe
*Luke ran into the nearby park, seeking out his parents*
Me: Nothing here...but...it looks like people are talking about what's going on
*Not only that, but there were more police forces at work and now a few national guards people on the scene*
Luke: Hmmm... they were here...
Me: Oh! *hearing my palmtop beeping, I brought it out, watching the screen* Not only that, but there also appears to be other supernatural type readings going on here *The screen bleeped and lit up in the image of a slimy pool of sorts on a bush* And right there
*through our eyes, the small pool was greenish and steamy*
*just then, the pool began to bubble and out from it came 3 reptile-like two legged creatures consisting of a large mouth and teeth with no eyes*
Luke: huh?! *adopting his familiar fighting stance*
Me: *bringing my knife out and keeping track of the creatures for any signs of weakness*
Male Voice: Stop, you vile creatures! These arms, these muscles, this manly physique, will stop you in your tracks!
Luke: Huh?! *turning in the direction of the voice*
Flimsy Female Voice: Oh for the love of pound cake, Joachim! Less talk, more fighting!
Luke: o.o
*A short young lady appeared with a black and purple lined Gothic Lolita outfit, a black head tie band and pink high strapped heels appeared, whisking her small little ornament staff at the reptile monsters, succeeding in killing one*
*Then, the male voice appeared, muscle bound and in leather based tight attire, with a skull head at the belt*
Lizard 1: hissssss
*With a blue mailbox in hand, the muscle man slammed down the other creature*
*the lizard creaked and groaned*
Girl: Eeek! Learn some manners there... *using a spell at the hissing reptile, where rows of thorns appeared and clasped around the monster, destroying it*
Luke: Gah!! Where'd you...?
*the fight and noises drew in the guards*
Girl: Uh oh...not a heroine thing to do, but we can't let the civilians know...
*the muscle man agreed*
Luke: Run, yes?
Man: Yes... *then we all left the scene*
*Catching my breath, we managed to flee to another alleyway, out of sight from the law*
Me: Gasp...wow... *holding my stomach for safety*
Luke: You okay hun?
Me: *I nod* yeah...just not used to running for my life...
Man: You two are very lucky... leave it to us to help those in need of Justice! *he did a sort of flex pose*
*Luke rolled his eyes*
Me: Now I know you're Joachim?! And you're Hilda, his younger sister...
*To Luke* And recognizable from your photo album, Luke
Hilda: Luke?
Joachim: Luke..Valentine?
*Hilda turned to her older brother in annoyance*
Luke: *nodding*
Joachim: I can't believe it... you're alive?!
Me: I guess you believed the brothers were dead then too?
Hilda:...we only saw the boys as little babies... this is actually the first time seeing Luke as a man
Luke: *blushed* hehe...er... *he smiled at you*
Joachim: Then, if you're alive.. then so's your baby brother
Luke: Hehe yeah Jan.. and still a pain in the rear...
Hilda: I can related, Dearie. Especially with big brother Joachim...
Me: Wow, I figured if Keith was real, so would you guys
Joachim: And amazingly, she also knows about our brother
Luke: Oh ..and this girl right here is Alison...our number one fan and my wife to be
Me: Aheh, hi
*he pulled you closer*
Hilda: Alison... how very nice to meet you, but we don't have time for pleasantries
Joachim: That's right...somewhere out there, this city is in danger. And no matter what the battle, I'll fight it!
Luke: Still haven't lost your tagline... *starting to head away from the authorities*
Craig: *with a swirling mist I emerged in my new lizard form* I don't think anyone's going anywhere...
Me: Craig?
Craig: Yeah...you could call me that *hissing lightly*
Joachim: That monster has a name?!
Me: No, that monster inside him is Craig. He's possessed
Craig: *I chuckled a little*
Luke: Grrr...Craig...
Hilda: oh dear... This'll really make it harder to stop it...
Craig: Harder to stop it? Who ssssssays you've gotta stop it?
Luke: We do...
Hilda: Anything that threatens the safety of the world is worth stopping! *Using her wand to pose and move in her own signature* In the name of Love and Justice, we'll punish you!
*from behind some police officers emerged* FREEZE!!!!
Craig: Ahh.... the fuzz... *raising an eyebrow*
Police Officer: Put your hands on your head and walk out slowly *pointing a gun*
Me: No, wait!
Craig: *I begin to walk into the light, the light hitting my scaly skin. The officers gasp - "what IS that?"* *hissing*
Me: Craig! Wake up like before!
Craig: Ssssssssssssssssilence! *pointing* *the hissing became a low growl as I looked back to the police.... my eyes burning green as the office flew backwards with impressive force*
Me: Hah! *using a force field on Luke and I*
*The other siblings did their best to shield against the force*
Craig: *the force subsided as I turned around, scowling* grrrrr-sssss
Joachim: Such power! *Stancing himself* What this calls for is some good old fashion muscles! *readying his mailbox*
Hilda: You better stand back, Alison. This could get serious...
Me: No way! I've dealt with this before to know how to fight
*Luke readied himself too*
Me: *My own knife ready* Just hope Craig doesn't mind me doing a can of whoop-ass on him
Craig: *hissing* whoop-ass? hmm..hm...hmmheehehaaaaa
Hilda: *Hilda was overcome with something herself* Oh...what a time to get hungry... *without thinking, she lunges at the Craig lizard and feeds on his shoulder, draining not blood but something else, tasting how fattening he was*
Joachim: Hildegarde!
Craig: Gah! Get OFF me you...gah!!
*After she was finished sucking, Craig was let go and dropped on his back to the ground, then with a poof, Hilda appeared again, except this time with a fuller figure*
Craig: *I growled loudly* grrrrrr *I grabbed my stomach* grrrrrrrrrrrr
Joachim: It looks like it's going to be sick
Craig: *I groaned more, clenching and lying on my side*
Me: Craig?!
Craig: GRrrrrrrrr-aaaaaaaaaagghhh
Me: CRAIG!
Craig: Grrrr you'll pay for thissssss... Grrraaaaaagh.... ugh.... ughhhh *holding my stomach as a green mist left out of my mouth*
Craig: *gasping on the ground, I looked as though I was drenched in sorrow*
Hilda: *sweeter sounding* Oh dear! I'm so sorry!! Please, let me help you up! I am just SO sorry!
Craig: *all my weight was limp, unable to get up*
Hilda: I didn't mean to, I was just so hungry! Please, please forgive me!
Craig: *I was staring off into space, as if I was about to cry*
Me: CRAIG!! *Running to him, but the mist blocking me*
Mist: sssssssss.....
Craig: *gasping* you... *gasp*
Me: Hah!
Craig: *gasp* run...go..*gasp gasp*
Luke: Craig! We're NOT leaving you!
Craig: go...*gasp, whimper*
*Joachim stepped in and picked Craig's limp body over his shoulder*
Craig: oooff *gasping still, and shivering as if I was in shock*
Me: Oh, Craig...
Mist: ssssss....he's MINE...
Lucinda: *from a distance* He's NOBODY'S!
Craig Whitehouse: *shivering, tears now running down my cheeks*
Mist: gah....ahhh..Lucinda...
Lucinda: That's Mother Lucinda if you're nasty!
Mist: Back to normal I see hehe.... ahh...and you still have a tongue on you...
*Keith followed*
Hilda: *squealing* Keith!
Joachim: Brother?
Keith: Hilda...Joachim!!
Lucinda: *stepping forward with renew vigor* Let me step into the fight this time, everyone! *waving her arm aside*
Mist: Ahh...and just as feisty
Lucinda: YOU never gave me a fair chance when I was just a weeping, bloody mess that day almost 70 years ago!
Mist: OH come now.... everyone loves an unfair advantage...I took the chance...
*Then, the other group of three appeared, Joachim gave Craig to Steve to tend to on the side*
*Joachim set me down on a bench. I still stared into space, filled with fear, hate, sorrow....as if there was no hope....It had affected me...*
Craig: *Steve sat with me*
Ginger: Oh Craig... *worried, her hands clasped together*
Mist: Hmm...it seems that you are also going to take the advantage... *counting everyone to make the odds*
Lucinda: Not just them, mon! Me!
Mist: Hmmm... *now forming a body, it was an exact replica of me, with the scale I had been sporting*
Lucinda: And not only for me, for all those poor mortals, men, women, children, that died and brought back by a fiend!
Mist: *nodding* there's always casualties... and they were mine....*its eyes glowing* Die at my hand...you do my bidding...
Craig: *I gasped more at that*
Mist: *looking in my direction* and he may be next...
Lucinda: *Uninterested* Whatever you want, mon...
*Mist nodded*
*She let her arms drop and down, her head tilted, energy balls leapt about into her, crystal blues, she gasped out as they entered her, a bright light shone. And in Lucinda's place stood, a bright reddish version of herself*
*She had a sort of silky dress outfit that bared her belly button, the entire dress like being wrapped in a sheet in criss-cross fashion. Her legs were red with orange splashes on them and barefoot. Her hair had red streaks, her back adorned red feathery wings that glowed fire at the end tip of the bottom outward feathers*
Ginger: What is that?!
Keith: Her original fusion form, Ginger.... a phoenix goddess...
*Mist began to become more lizard-like, now sporting a tail*
Me: You mean she used to be a goddess of fire??
*Keith nodded*
Frisalcha: Here's your lesson to never mess with the gods!
Mist: A lesson I won't have to learn hehehe
Me: I think we should also help in a sense...
Luke: *nodding*
*Frisalcha then let out her first attack, a shrill scream of a song that vibrated the area*
Mist: *Mist covered his ears* GAH!!!! GRRRR my turn *it shot a beam, hitting Frisalcha hard in the chest*
Luke: Mom!!!
Mist: Hehe on target....*turning to Luke, mocking him* Awww did little baby Luke not like his mom getting hurt?
*The goddess being then got up gracefully by her wings*
*Luke began to growl, getting more and more angry*
Hilda: Uhh....
Joachim: What's going on with the boy?
Jan: Getting pissed, that's what
Luke: GRrrr You'll regret doing that to my mother...
Mist: oooo finally showing his true colors...
Ginger: True...colors?
*Thinking this would be my advantage while the demon taunts, I used TK to bring about telephones out and away, hitting the demon*
Mist: Gah! Ugh!!
Jan: Direct fuckin hit!
Mist: big misssssstake
*Luke grew angrier, his eyes beginning to burn*
*The goddess attacked again, using her own brand of special fire magic*
Mist: Gah" Fire! *holding its arm out to create a barrier of green mist*
*Swhpow!!*
Mist: hehehe... grrr
*Luke's eyes were a bright red now*
Me: Hun...
Luke: grrrrrrrr *his breathing getting heavy*
*Jan took the unusual initiative and pulled me away from Luke*
Ginger: Um...Uncle Steve? You should bring Craig back to the hotel and help him recover outta this funk of his
Steve: *nodding*
Craig: No...*shivering* I'm staying...
Craig: *twitching a little*
Ginger: sweetie, look at you! If you're here, what if something happens? We need you to pull through; right now it's too dangerous! Please, go with my uncle!
Craig: No *shaking my head*
*Luke began to grow taller, towering everybody, wings now forming from his back*
Jan: *blinking* Whoa...
*Joachim was surprised by his nephew's change and Hilda gasped, still close to Craig*
Joachim: I've never seen a Valentine do that before
Mist: *nodding* yes...full of rage...I can see it...
Luke: And that rage is going to END YOUR EXISTANCE!!!
Mist: *chuckling*
*shiver and chuckle a little...not knowing why*
Steve, can you help Craig?? God forbid if he dies out here!
Steve: I'm not too sure...he seems disorientated from being under control...
Craig: I wasn't in control...*shivering*...but it was me...
Me: ..and that's the thing *kneeling to Craig* I know you're a nice enough guy not to do these things...you would tell me that too if I was taken under control
Craig: *I nodded*
Mist: ahhh... *feeding off my emotions* yes.. it was you..
Craig: *nodding*
Me: Damn it!
*staring blankly into space*
Me: *With a shield around me, I rushed myself into the battlefield*
Craig: *a cold sweat... my vision glared up green - the occasional image as if I was staring through Mist's eyes*
Craig: *gasping* No....
*Mist nodded and grinned, firing a blast at Luke*
*Luke batted it back like a tennis ball. It his Mist square on.. but something was different this time..*
*Mist yelled in pain...*
Craig: *...and so did I, collapsing to the floor*
Luke: Gah!!!
Mist: Yes...more...hehe *savoring the feeling*
*I was gasping on the floor as Steve kneeled next to me*
Steve: what in the...
Jan: The fucker is giving his hits to Whitehouse!
Mist: hehe-graaaah! *firing a ball of energy at everyone on the battlefield*
Me: NO! *taking the brunt of the force, which cut like a sharp knife, streaking against my arms, bleeding them on sight*
Craig: Alison! uuugh *gripping my stomach again*
Luke: *Luke took the hit too* UGH!!
*The force was so great, without my shield it would've killed me, but only my arms bled, the blood sweeping on the ground near Luke's feet, as I, almost in slow motion fell to the ground*
Steve: it's...it's a mental link!!
Luke: Allie!!
*My eyes watered up, flowing out tear drops in the air, my mind actually reeling on memories on my past*
*almost like a song playing in my head at this moment, something of Evanescence*
Craig: *Mist chuckled...faintly heard over the song*
*Luke...why was I foolish to do that...*
*Luke flew down and cradled you*
*The cry of Frisalcha wept again, this time, the tears from the phoenix goddess, sweeping across the area*
Luke: Mom!!!
Craig: *I gasped more* No.. not like this... *shaking my head*
Craig: *I kept staring...seeing all bad I had done, the good not allowed to seep through...but telling myself that this couldn't be it*
*Luke bent his head near me, then licked away the bloody wounds on my arms*
Luke: Allie...
Craig: *shaking my head* not like this...*I kept staring, memories playing back up until recent events....and only one memory shone through....*
*I knew I had to protect myself and our child...our..daughter?...from the blast, I didn't have a choice*
*She had blonde hair like her father, her eyes were a light brown with some green inside...wearing a big blue ribbon behind her head...*
Craig: *my depressive look on my face slowly became a grin*
Mist: *Mist began to fade a little...* what...NO!!!
Craig: *I kept focusing...capturing the feeling of just looking at her, holding her....cuddling....*
*Kind of a daddy's girl, like how I was...I wonder how she'll react with me she when she becomes a teenager? Would she feel threatened like I was with my mom?*
*Mist faded more, flickering and jumping like a hologram or TV image*
Craig: *focusing more...."I love you...."..."I love you too babe..."*
*Still...it looks there will be something different about her...maybe she won't be a baby for long?*
*Barely in existence now, Mist flickered more* gRR-aghhh..ah..ahh
*Luke still licked your wounds....the temptation to bite growing*
Craig: *the memory stuck there, and I grinned, tears running down my face - tears of joy*
*My own past voice reflected inside Luke's mind: "My guess is... that if you were normally what you're made out to be... this is the part... where I expect... to get bitten eventually..." *
*The voice was heard as he bit into your wrist. He sucked; his fangs sinking in further, savoring the taste, your voice echoed louder and louder in his head... he pulled away with a scream*
*I cried out*
*something telling him to bite...and you telling him not to, as if his conscience was you*
My Voice: Please...it's enough!
Luke: *panting*
Me: L...Luke?
Luke: Allie... what have I done? *looking at your wrist where he bit*
Me: *Softly* Huh... *there was a bit of pain along my lower arm*
Luke: uh.. *his eyes widen, still bright red*
Me: *I slowly looked at the bite mark on my wrist* I guess...you finally tried my blood...
*Luke nodded, not wanting to say he wanted more...*
Me: *picking up on his thoughts more clearly* I wonder if my blood really was sweet enough for more?
*Luke's eyes filled with tears - confused, battling between wanting more and stopping*
Me: No, it's okay...we'll talk on it more...but for now...Hunny...
*he looked straight into your eyes...the red glare dimming*
*slow blink on my end*
Craig: *the redness dimmed fully* Allie *with a sigh*
Me: Luke... it's funny...maybe I'm out of it...but I don't feel any different
*his wings back into him*
Me: *dreamy* The wings'll make it easier to get around
*Luke chuckled a little and cradled you*
Craig: *Feeling myself I walked over, now able to walk with some strength. Steve followed me to make sure*
*Lucinda then fused out of her monster goddess form*
Craig Whitehouse: *I saw the bloody* Oh my god Allie!!! *kneeling down*
Me: Craig, you're alright
Craig: *nodding* more than could be said for you...we need to...*not sure what to do*
Me: I'm a little woozy...just need to sleep is all...
Craig: *shaking my head*
Craig: Don't you die on me!!
*Luke cradled you*
Me: I'm not dying...I'm just tired right now
*The others look on with concern*
Craig: We best get you fixed up...dying or not, you took a battering
Me: Not that I can say some of us haven't...
*Luke lifted me up again in his arms. Later we were all back at the hotel room, including Luke and Jan's aunt and uncle*
Joachim: *bulky arms folded* I still can't believe what happened back there!
Craig: Hehe
Joachim: I still even remember that Yuri fellow...
Ginger: Yuri?
Jan: Don't bring it up, Ging. Not only will dad talk and stuff, but so with Uncle Fester here
Keith: *chuckling*
Joachim: Who's Uncle Fester?
Craig: Hehehe
Hilda: *standing up from the bed* Hoo, you're so out of it...
Craig: *shaking my head*
Lucinda: It's just as well... At least I took at crack at him
Craig: *nodding*
*Luke cuddled you as you lay healing*
*softly asleep in the other room with Luke*
Lucinda: I do hope the girl will be alright...was it true that he...bit her, Keith?
Keith: *Keith nodded* yes Lucy... he did... I'm not sure how long for… but he did
Lucinda: *looking down* I remember that I was near death; crawling my way out of the plane...I almost lost my strength if it wasn't for you doing that. I figured you did that with also the kindness of heart...
*Keith pulled her closer and cuddled*
Ginger: Didn't she say she didn't feel any different?
Joachim: Why would it matter? Luke bit his future wife and it's for sure she'll become one herself...
Steve: *reading through his book* that's not necessarily the case... according to this book, if she was near death or in the process of dying she would turn...
Ginger: But the baby will be okay, right?
Hilda: A baby? *sounding surprised*
Craig: *I nodded*
Joachim: *surprised* When did that happen?
Craig: A while back....through...a ring was it? *looking to Lucinda, Keith and Steve*
Ginger: Well you would have to know where babies come from right? When a man and woman really love each other...
*Hilda stifled a laugh*
Craig: hehe knew that would come...you've been hanging out with Jan too long
Ginger: Somebody has to
*While everyone was still talking, I finally woke back up*
Luke: Hey beautiful
Me: Hi… So... did I turn?
*Luke shook his head*
Me: That's good...but why do I feel a little funny?
Luke: Ah..well there is something I need to tell you...you didn't turn per se...
Me: And?
Luke: *Luke stroked your arm* You sort of.... how could I put this... "Leveled up"?
Me: Leveled up? As in, like an RPG game?
Luke: *he nodded* you should be faster, stronger...
Me: oh?
Luke: ...and hopefully, minus the cravings
Me: yes, But it was foolish of me heading right in to battle with my emotions?
Luke: No hunny...
Me: but... speaking of cravings... probably need ice cream... *shrugging shoulders* maybe a large sundae...
*the carrier cage that belonged to Squeaky finally peeked with the mouse out of his nestled rag bed, twitching his whiskers*
Luke: Ok hun
*he rang the room service and ordered the sundae*
Me: Lukie?
Luke: Yes?
Me: What do you think would be a good name for a girl?
Luke: Hmm.....Heather?
Me: Really?
Luke: Really.
Chapter 17: Float and Furious
Summary:
A mishap with some non-alcoholic bubbly and bigger relative troubles.
Chapter Text
Before going to sleep on the last night in New York, I noticed a page in a real estate magazine and circled in red on an apartment, outside of the city. Was this also another surprise too that Luke didn't mention to me yet? The next day, we went our separate ways from Hilda and Joachim, but there was a feeling we'll see them pop up again somewhere. Now we returned back to Jamaica and back at the house.
Keith: Ahhh home again. Placing the suitcases down in the hall.
Craig: I sighed as I walked in What a trip...
Ginger: And not only that, another baddie demon is gone, woo hoo! Carrying her luggage up the stairs.
Craig: Please don't remind me... feeling that low was awful...Just...glad though
Steve: Struggling with some suitcases. oooffff…
Ginger: But it's a good thing now that we won't worry about that again... Uncle Steve, hold on. Helping her uncle with the suitcases.
Steve: Thank you dear.
Craig: Taking a seat Hmmm...just wondering now...what to do?
Me: I came in after Luke brought ours in, taking note of Craig's words.
Luke: Setting the luggage down. Hmm... I must agree with you Craig.. We all need places of our own.
Jan: Damn right Returning inside next to Lucinda. I thought for a second our loopy relatives were damn joining us.
Luke and I chuckled.
Lucinda:... I couldn't agree more, Janni. They're like sweets; good only taken occasionally.
Craig: I nodded That's the most sense I've heard in a long time.
Me: I've always known they were "unique" and "colorful", but I don't know about more people being crammed in than usual... and speaking of places, after this I could use more personal space. Thinking back to the apartment for rent.
Luke: Nodded and giving you a cuddle. And other things, hehe.
Me: Just hope it's okay with everyone.
Keith: It certainly is, it was fantastic having you around… and to see our two sons all grown up and having their own lives...well... rubbing Jan's head.
Keith chuckled.
Lucinda: Soft sigh. Well... the house will be quiet all over again.
Craig: I nodded.
A few days later, Jan and Ginger moved back to the old house in the states, with Uncle Steve moving in his belongings from his cottage from the other side of the town.
Luke and I in the mean time were in the process of buying new furniture and items for the apartment.
I still did the paperwork for Steve for extra cash, but it seemed in return, I was given a good reference for a job that would help me tremendously; a posh book retailer with time to attend the store's literary discussions and writing workshops as part of the job, while I also looked into learning basic chemistry and computer science, enough on my plate there than I can imagine, hoping the stress won't affect me or the baby.
Craig too also went back home to England; each of us able to travel the way we learned via magic just like when we were all together.
Now up to the present, few boxes were left to handle, and realizing how reliable TK is when unpacking and mentally lifting items while lying down from swollen feet and bad back.
I was looking through a catalogue for baby furniture and necessities.
Luke: Setting down a vase. Ahh.... that's the last of the unpacking then. Luke took a seat next to me. Shopping? Rubbing my belly.
Me: Giggling. yeah...seeing what's what before looking in stores. I figure I would do that for baby clothes and toys instead. I'm really hoping to get purple items besides just pink.
Luke: Hehe.
Me: ...and I do know it's gonna be a girl, I haven't seen any changes yet.
Luke: Smiling.
Me: It just hasn't settled in yet. Looking around the living room, but more like the entire apartment, like it was mine again, but also as a soon to be married and expecting couple.
Luke: Well that'll take some time hun Giving me a warm cuddle on the couch.
Me: Groaning a little as I shifted my weight, now feeling heavier and almost sloshier?, then putting down the catalogue. Don't be afraid to look too dear. "Heather" needs to know about a father's love. Dreamy.
Luke: Hehe. *Cuddling me more as he looks also* Hmmm... Cuddling a little tighter, points at heavier and sloshier. ^_^ hmmm...*
Me: Excuse me, dear Getting up from my arms and pushing out of the cushioned couch. I'll think I'll lie down for a while; feeling sort of tired.
Luke: *Luke stood up* Hmmm...maybe a little space? He seemed a tad shorter.
The master bedroom had a closet dresser and a regular dresser, oak-like in color and a large bed with four long posts and a metal cover at the top; the bed spread was creamy peach, matching the thin veiled windows. I pulled the cover off and wrapped it over me, lulling my head on the contour pillow. Luke seems shorter still as he followed.
The bed felt so comfortable and cool between the sheets, not brought for that long to be broken into.
Luke continued to shrink as I drifted off slowly, he lay softly next to me.
Right now, trying to nap, my mind was still preoccupied, about getting new furniture, how the wedding should be and how to afford it; even then it was stressful despite my connections I've made this past year. And not only that Christmas was coming and money isn't "that" much of an issue, at least not anymore.
He cuddled me more, still shrinking - he then let go and crawled down the bed as he reached an impish height. In my thoughts, never got to ask Luke if my blood tasted sweet.
He continued to shrink; now reaching 4 inches in height. He began to climb on top of my belly using the bed sheets for grip. Once on top, he crawled lightly up my body - every part of me towering over him. Inside my wet space, I could feel it twinge and tingle, an imaginary penetration happening in my mind down there, as some pokes were made along my body, tempting to roll over but not able to rest on my belly.
I still don't know how I've been doing this for the last five months.
He continued to crawl up, now between my breasts he looked up to my face and grinned.
My mind went to the time when I announced I was pregnant, a private offhand comment from Jan, jovially: damn, her tits are gonna be huge!
Luke gave a few like pokes along the cleavage and giggled. They were huge compared to him at this moment. Lucky for him that I was only wearing the maternity dress without a bra.
Me: *My eyes became wider slits, seeing a little white image in front of me, sort of sleepy still* Ah, a little good luck charm...
Luke giggled and scurried up your chest to your chin, giving a little light kiss.
Me: oo, hee.
Luke: Heeee.
Me: I must still be asleep...you actually shrunk on purpose and enjoying this...
Luke: Not at all; wake up sleepy. Giving another light kiss.
Sretching my back a little.
Luke: Whoa careful hun. A tiny nibble on my neck.
Me: Hold on there, hun... Fluffing the pillow more and bringing up my shoulders a little, then moving the blanket cover from over my dome stomach. There you go...
Luke: Hehehe thanks hun. Kissing me more and more.
Me: Enough room for you on my stomach.
Luke: More than enough. He laid back against the tummy.
Me: Mmm. So, will I expect a giant hand or arm to come through the window one day?
Luke: *giggling* Maybe... never really thought about it.
Me: I knew you come into my side of forced perspective. Even now, you're leaning right against your baby...
Luke rubbed the belly as he laid back.
Luke: True... *He rested his head against my belly, hearing a gurgling* Aww.
Me: *Out of the blue* Do different blood types have different tastes to them? Kind of like wines?
Luke: If you are referring to when I bit you... yes...they do...
Me: Would you say it was...sweet?
Luke: True... blood has that irony taste hehe but yours was *not really wanting to admit it* ...nice. *Ndding quickly* yes...very.
The smile slowly became a frown.
Me: Luke?
He cuddled me again.
Me: Are you alright?
Luke: Yeah...just... Thinking about how bad he felt about it all.
Me: But I didn't turn, right?
Luke: No... and I'm glad you didn't... I just feel bad for even getting you in that situation in the first place.
Me: ...I was feeling angry over what happened to Craig, something had to be done to save him.
Luke nodded.
Me: If anything... it was good it happened... I realized something from it. Every time you went on this blood lust episode, redder, changed, you never went completely out of control when I was around or if I talked, said something.
Luke: *Luke nodded in agreement* Truth is...I think you're the only one that can bring me back.
Me: I think so too.
He cuddled tight.
Luke: I hope it doesn't happen again.. and if it does...that I don't harm anyone… especially you.
Me: Absolutely, dear. Then gently picking him up to kiss him.
Luke: Whoa hehe.
Afterwards, Luke reverted back to normal size. While in the kitchen, he found a wine sized bottle, a drink that came from something Ginger concocted as a little housewarming gift.
Luke: Hmmm.. just the stuff. Picking up 2 glasses.
Me: *calling over* Did you find something to drink, hun?
Luke: Very much so. Peeking round into the door and waving the wine bottle.
Me: Hey, wait a sec... Getting off the bed.
Luke: What's wrong hunny?
Me: I'm not an expert at pregnancy, but I would think alcohol is a big no-no to have.
Luke: Ahh..but this is non-alcoholic. Giving a wink.
Me: Really?
Luke: *He walked in and opened the bottle* Really.
Me: Well...alright...as long as nothing bad comes out of it.
Luke: I'm sure nothing will. Pouring the dark pink liquid into the wine glasses, giving off a fruity scent.
Me: Ahhh. Gadly sighing from the smell.
Luke: He picked the glasses up and slowly handed me one. Hehe.
Me: Thanks... Both of us taking a sip.
Luke: *Luke finished his sip* Hmmm...quite nice hehe. Taking another sip.
I was taking more than gingerly sips then.
Luke: hehehe…
Luke took another drink, hearing a “hic” from him that took me back to our date.
Me: What's so funny, hun?
Luke: Just thinking back hehe hic! oh.. er...
Me: Hehe, back to what? Moving to the side of the bed.
Luke: Oh...just times we've spent together… Placing his glass down and grinning to me.
He began to giggle a little more.
Me: *giggle* Yeah, crazy times.
Luke: Yeah. He took a few more sips, finishing his drink. Hic...oh my hic!
Me: That sound sounds familiar, heehee.
Slowly sitting down on the floor, back against the bed frame.
Luke: hehehehe I feel...quite light hehe… *Luke began to giggle more, collapsing to the floor next to you* Hic! Hehehehehehehe !
Me: Hahahaha...gasp, light hehe, how?
Luke just kept slightly giggling and laughing.
Luke: Not too..hic!...sure hehe. He began to lift up slowly, giggling away like a child being tickled.
Me: Getting crazy hiccups there, Luke. Not enough for either of us to notice.
Luke: *Still he lifted up* Hehehe hic! OH HEHEHE!
Me: *Laughing harder* Oooh, it's like something said the funniest thing ever!
Luke: Yes...hehehehehe HIC!!!
Me: Hiding my giggling face behind my hand daintily. Heheheee!
Luke: HehehehHAHAHA HIC!! HAHAHA! His floating became more noticeable.
Me: Whoa! Did I shrunk or did the rest of the world get bigger? Laughing in spurts.
Luke: Pfftt Still he floated, his legs began kicking through out fits of laughter.
Me: I was caught between loud fits of laughter and trying to breathe. Whoaaa, you're swimming!
Luke: Whooa hahahahaha! He began doing a butterfly stroke in the air and burst out laughing.
Me: Hahaha! Finding all this so wildly amazing.
Luke: Hic! Oh my! Trying to keep his balance in mid-air, giggling every second.
Me: Hehe, why can't I do that? Pointing up and shaking.
Luke: Hehehe not hehe sure hun hehehehe! Trying to float down only to be sent back up.
Me: Hehe, what's that hun?
Luke: Not sure hehehe! He giggled more and more. Hic!!! How do I get down?! Hahaha! His floating body touched the ceiling, with a light bump his back hit. Hehehe!
Me: Hehehehe!
Luke: *Luke tried to reach down* A little help hunny? hehehAHAHA!
Me: Hehehe! *rocking and pointing* Good thing that's there, otherwise you'll go away heheheee!
Luke: Heheh wouldn't want that HAHAHA!
Me: hahaha.
Luke was now pressed against the ceiling.
Me: Hah! You look like a balloon without helium! Laughing uproariously.
Luke: Laughing loudly then puffing his cheeks up. Hahahaha!
Me: *Pointing up* HAHAHAHAHA!
Luke: Hahahaha! Splurging a little from laughing so much. My cheeks hurt... hahaha!
Me: splurging and trying matter-of-factly. No shit!
Luke: Hahahahaha!
Me: Just when I felt like I was gonna pass out, the laughter stopped in me slowly, able to breathe again, but Luke continued giggling.
Luke: I really must get down from here hahahahahaha!
Schrodinger: *a familiar boy's voice came out of nowhere, purring* Could I help you vith that?
Luke: Huh?! ha...ha...haaahaaa..
Me: *Gasping out, I scrambled to get up* Sch-Schrodinger!?
Luke still had a giggling fit high above.
Schrodinger: Already in visionI Zee someone, or perhaps 2, got a hold of zee experimental laughing liquid potion, I knew you'd find it there, former Warrant Officer Valentine... His arms were behind his back, his poise mischievous.
Luke: pfffttttpahahaha hmmhm when I get down....heheee.heeeeee!
Schrodinger: Too bad you zee this as a laughing matter, yet the fraulein here is more grounded than you are, how unconventional...
Luke: Ppfftttttt hee...heeheeee....zee...hehehe...
A port hole seemed to open up at his side, but Schrodinger still stood there with arms behind him.
Schrodinger: But this ist expectant to happen to supernatural beings und zuch.
Doc: *From the port hole* Enough childish games... Doc walked in, standing next to Schrodinger and looking up at his nephew.
Luke still giggled wildly.
Doc: Tut tut... Luke...
Luke: Snorting.
Doc folded his arms and left, shaking his head and muttering about Luke's "intoxication".
Me: You mean, you sent this??
Schrodinger: Ah ah, I just delivered it!
Me: What in God's name was in there? And why didn't anything happen to me?? What have you done to Luke!
Luke still laughed away, struggling to control himself.
Schrodinger already disappeared, just as Doc was to make his exit back out. I grabbed hold of Luke's levitated leg to pull him down.
Luke: whooa hahahaha!
Me: *Annoyed* Of all the things to make a pregnant woman do!
Luke: *Luke still giggled away* I couldn't help it hehehehehehhee!
*To Doc* Where are you going?!
Doc: Hmmm? Turning around as he backed into the port hole.
I dragged Luke with me, rushing for the port hole before it could close.
Luke: whoooa hehehehehehe!
Doc was now backing away quickly.
Me: Come on, hun! You're light as a feather now, this shouldn't be so hard.
Luke was still giggling loudly as I tugged at his leg, dragged through the air like a balloon on a string.
Doc: Hehe....I don't zee vhy you're so upset....Luke's having a fantastic time as he is.
Doc was now further away...yet he seemed to remain the same height.
Luke: Hehehe he seems like he's getting.. taller? hahahaha!
Doc: Hmmm hehe…
Me: Luke, I know I was laughing too, but this isn't funny.
Luke: I know hehehe! Something keeps tickling me... I can't help it.
Me: Where did we meet him at now? Annoyed grunt.
*Stifling a giggle he looked around.
Luke: This seems familiar...
Me: It looks like a lot in front of a factory building...
If it was possible, I focused my TK to bring Luke back down, but a shame I couldn't make lead shoes appear to "keep" him down.
Luke: *Luke flailed a little* Easy pffttt!
Me: Alright now, alright. *Now finally back down to earth* ...and there's still some people passing by. *Noting again the area* What game are you playing now, Doc??
Luke tried desperately to gain control of himself, the odd stifled giggle as he concentrated. Suddenly, there were a few loud stomps followed by the sound of terrified screaming.
Me: *Gasping* What was that??
Luke: Not too sure...definitely not good.
Many locals ran around the corner, running for their lives as an extremely tall Doc stepped around the building.
Doc: Ah yes..RUN!!! hHs voice booming loudly.
Me: Dah ah!!
Doc: Doc took a few heavy stomps, scaring the public more as they fled. Hehe, I don't understand vhy you dislike zis, Luke...it's incredibly entertaining vatching ze masses run.
Me: OH MY GOD!!!
Luke: What in the....
Me: *stammering* He's he’s-
Luke: HUGE!!!!
Doc: How observant hehehe.
Luke stared him down, his giggling fit now fading.
Me: What'll we do? We have to protect them!
Luke: I have a method. He already stood a few feet taller as he looked hard towards Doc.
Me: Whoa! *moving back*
Doc: Ahhh...some competition at last...
Luke grew and grew, passing 20 feet very quickly. He soon reached Doc's height and trudged towards him, ready to grapple. On-lookers watched as the 2 giants stood in a stand-off.
Doc: Hmmm...more than a perfect match it seems…
Doc quickly lunged for Luke, to which he sidesteps, sending Doc crashing to the ground with a loud reverberating thud.
Me: Screaming out and feeling the ground move.
Luke dove on top of him and pinned him, growling at Doc...He could only whimper in return and struggle back.
Me: If only Craig could see this match... *I thought*
Luke continued to battle as Doc seemed to shrink in more ways than one.
Me: Huh??
His shrinking progressed quickly, until I nor Luke could see him anymore.
Luke: Huh? Gahh
Me: D-did you crush him??
Luke: I don't think I did... Checking to make sure.
Me: W-where did he go?
Luke: *Still searching* I don't know...
Then a crowd of brave on-lookers appeared. Luke began to shrink back down as he searched for any trace of Doc.
Me: Eep.
Luke returned to his original size, noticing the public, muttering to each other about what just happened. He walked over to you, a worried expression on his face; a face that screamed "I think there's not much chance of this NOT being on the news".
Me: We better go!
Luke: Yes... taking you away to a nearby alley.
I was now breathing deeply, almost feeling weak and legs tense from anxiety of the situation.
Me: Luke...gasp...help me...panic...attack...
Luke: Alison! Grabbing me and letting me take a seat.
Still breathing.
He cradled me, trying his best to ease the situation.
My thoughts continued to race, trying to mentally call him if he can help ease me inside. Using any method possible he tried to calm me down, while trying to think of a way to get home. Reaching a heavy hand up, I clasped the necklace piece in my fingers, it's energy burning bright, easing away the fear and confusion, a light slipping and enveloping until the light was gone and so was my body stable again, now lying in Luke's arms on the ground.
Luke: Alison? Hugging me firmly.
Me: I..I'm fine now.
*Sighing with relief he helps me up to my feet.
Luke: Maybe we should get out of here...where ever here is... Looking around.
I nodded.
We return back to the apartment and alerted the news to the others, which meant a meeting a meeting soon took place.
Steve: He attacked in you in front of citizens?! This just gets even better...
Craig: That sounds so effed up right now...what can we do if the public has seen this? Twiddling my thumbs.
Luke nodded, holding me closer.
Knowing so far a few panic crowds saw this, but no doubt this would spread, maybe making it easier to dispel if this was for real now.
Jan looked at the TV over the couch, with a special news report coming on.
Craig: Ah crap...
Ginger looks over, seeing one frantic woman being interviewed on the street, visibly shaken as she described the events.
Ginger: Sis?!
Luke: What?!
Luke looked on TV, recognizing one of the victims of the event.
Ginger: Oh my god! Almost quivering.
Me: Sis?
Luke: Your sister?
Me: What was she doing there?
Ginger: ...She lives there... the, the town there. I was seeing her there the last time... *Turning to Jan* when I first met you guys...
Luke: Hmmm
Me: But what'll we do now? Why would he even lead us to that one place? Out of all places?
Luke: Hmmm... he must have something planned...
Me: Should we return to the site again?
Luke nodded slowly, looking at the TV screen and thinking.
Craig: Maybe we should head there now... Picking up my palmtop, ready to sort this all out.
I also picked up mine; Ginger still looking solemn.
Jan: Ging? *Almost looking concerned.
Craig: I head out the door with Luke. Steve now also concerned.
Me: Ginger... don't worry. Judging from the TV, she'll be fine. And when we get there, she'll be more than fine...uh, with us protecting and such. I then picked up her thoughts, inadequacies of stature, but now leading her out with the others.
Jan: *To himself* Extra fine indeed...
Steve: All ready? Getting out his spell book for a transportation spell.
Me: Nodding. I am The rest of us headed out.
Craig: I nod too, as does Luke.
Now back to the open lot where Luke and I were.
Craig: Hmmm *scanning for anything on the palm top* nothing.... but something doesn't seem right at all.
Ginger: What I...don't understand is...how did Doc even do this?
Me: I think it's obvious.
Luke: Hmmm...
Me: It should be... unlimited access for him from the start...and now or has been trying it himself.
Ginger: Jezzie! Sis! She suddenly called out and ran up ahead of us.
Craig: This is not good.... *my palmtop beeping* Shit! Stealth! Ginger!!!
Me: Huh?
She came to where another woman was, sitting by a paramedic van and looking down.
Craig: Ginger?!!
Steve looked as he spotted his other niece. With a gasp he follows Ginger.
We jogged up, now with the sisters. Jezzie already standing up, blondish rusty hair cropped in a short hair style, and to my surprise, way taller than her sister, maybe an inch or so more than Jan.
Steve panted, getting old as his usual excuse.
Me: We're glad we found you...or glad that Ginger did.
Ginger was in her sister's folded arms, her head on her chest and gasping.
Jez: *hugging Ginger tight* Ging!!! Wha...what are you doing here?
Ginger: We-we saw you on the news... I was so worried!
Jan: Damn, she's tall!
Craig: I'll say o.O.
Ginger wheezed lighter again.
Jan: Still doesn't beat bro.
Jez: And who are these people? Looking around at unfamiliar faces...until she noticed Luke and I.
Me: Oh!:I'm Alison...and this is Luke.
Jez: I...I saw you...before.... Ginger, what's going on?
Me: Where to begin?...
Ginger: Sis...
Steve: Jezzie baby.... *creating a family group hug* You remember how your mother thought my wizardry was all a bunch of hoohah?
Jan: Well, there's your answer, Legs.
Jez: Giving a look that would kill. And this is?
Ginger: Sis, I'm sorry about my boyfriend. He just talks more than anything else.
Jez: Boyfriend?! *folding her arms* Well.... *looking up and down Jan as he gave a dumbstruck pose*...you certainly know how to pick 'em.
Ginger: Sis!! You didn't say that when I dated Barry Jones. That guy whose father owned the Jones Plant.
Jan: And what exactly does this fuckin' wanker have that I don't? Sarcastic.
Jez: Well... he wasn't a loser like this guy. Giving Jan the thumb.
Steve: Calm it.. please...more pressing matters at hand here!
Jan was ready to roll up his sleeve, thinking he didn't care how big she was.
Craig turned to him quickly, shaking his head hard.
Craig: I've gotta agree with Steve on this one Jan, dude.
Jan: *To Craig* Maybe she won't think I'm a loser if I tell her my parents are...
Luke: JAN!!! Luke put his finger to his lips, indicating total silence from him for now.
Craig: Errr....guys? The palmtop bleeped.
Me: What is it, Craig?
Craig: Something's coming... but... Looking confused.
A low growl could be heard in the distance.
Me: Eh... Turning over to the sound.
A large, bulky being stamped down the empty streets, growling loudly.
Craig: ....That's the problem guys.... Looking a little worried.
Ginger: Who-what in the world is that?
The palmtop bleeped even louder now; turning in the direction of the sound and there stood Doc, grinning fiendishly.
Me: Back to normal size I see?
Doc: *nodding* Vhy yes....but not for long heehee.... His stare focused on me, only as he slowly grew a few feet.
Ginger and I gasped again.
Craig: Gah! My eyes wide.
Steve: *Luke followed suit, with Steve dropping his large book on his toes* GAH!! OW OW OW OW!
Me: Uncle Steve?
Steve: *Steve hopped about, clutching his foot* Ow...ignore me... ow!
Jan mouthed the words "Oh Fuck!"
Jez just stood in awe as Doc grew and grew, her legs giving way as she collapsed from the shock.
Ginger: Jezzie!! Kneeling to her sister's side.
Some of us spotted a large bulky, yellowish creature from the other street.
Demon: Gahhhhhhhh!!! It stomped closer and closer, gathering pace with each step.
Me: Eek!
Jan: If Legs didn't faint from Doc, she would’ve faint from fuckin' that! *At the "monster".
Craig: No doubt...
Luke: *Luke took a stand* Doc.... now is NOT the time for this...
The mad scientist now some 70 feet tall.
Doc: True...*taking a loud stomp nearby*... I just have impeccable timing hehehe.
Ginger: Ginger took her own stand, standing up and mustering some courage. I won't let you hurt Sis while we're here, you....you big.. meatball!!!
Craig: *I whisper to Jan* Meatball? o.O
Jan:*whisper* He did look like one, remember?
Craig: Whispered back. Yeah....but I don't think now's the time for puns...
Doc could only chuckle.
Doc: Hmmm..unfair odds...I like... gah...not in zee mood for zis... *taking a seat*...but..I'm sure he is. Pointing to the demon.
The nearby ground shook a bit as he sat.
Craig: Whoa! fFlling over.
Jan: Ole' gangrene there? *thumbing*
The demon now towered over everyone, breathing heavily.
Me: Well...at least there isn't a crowd for this.
The demon raised its arm, something within its grasp...I give a gasp.
Craig: Si's ray gun!!!.... everyone...move!!!!!! *I leap a little and bump my head* OW!!.. Sitting up I feel a force field.
Doc: Hmmhmm.... zere's no escape. Tapping his fingers on his giant knee.
I banged my fists on the force field, durable enough.
Luke: Grrrr damn you Doc!!!!
Me: *Calling* What are you gonna do to us!?
Ginger felt the situation was scary, especially how Doc's voiced changed as he became taller.
Doc: I thought it vould be quite simple....noting the apparatus mein friend is showing
the demon growls as the gun began to charge up.
Doc: Ahh...but just one more thing before anything happens…
The Demon, grunting louder as he reached for me.
Me: Huh...
Luke: *Gasping* No!!! Diving for the demons arm.
The demon gives a quick swing, hitting Luke square in the face.
Me: Luke!!
*Luke his the ground with a loud thud...with a very video game like thud, Craig thought*
Me: AAh!! His large hand grabbed my wrist, pulling me along as his arm reverted back.
Craig: Alison!!! Reaching but not able to do much as a new force field blocked my path.
Me: Grunting to be free. Let me go!
The demon growled loudly.
Doc: Not yet.... hehe.
Me: EH! EH! Don't hurt them! EH! Luke!
Luke: Luke shook off his daze. Ugh! ALISON!!! Also trapped in the force field.
Ginger: Let us OUT!
Doc: Not a chance hehehe.
Luke :Grrrrrrrrrr hHs blood boiling with rage.
Ginger: Luke, no! Not here!
I saw my love and who I now consider friends among allies trapped inside. My own anger began boiling, looking to the force field, staring, squinting. The top began to crack, rippling like crinkling plastic before it exploded with a shattering blast, disappearing from sight.
Doc: *Shocked* Vhat is this??! *Commanding the yellow demon* GET THEM!!
Me: EH! Pulling and struggling again, pulling harder until I came up with something. Before the demon tried to attack, I used my own enclosed hand to push his hand and wrist up, slowly breaking it away. The voice like a sufferable vibration. Everyone stared as the demon howled his wails, as I bend the arm back and threw him down.
Frustrated, Luke saw my plight, trying to hold my own; Luke in stealth mode came to my rescue and grasped his pointy teeth on the large demon's arm. It howled again, trying to shake him off as Luke took a good bite.
Doc: To someone invisible. Bring the machine back! Make sure it's protected!!
The ray machine disappeared from sight, as did Doc and the demon, leaving Luke's mouth open.
Luke: *Rushing over, grasping me quickly* Alison....
Me: Luke...
I looked at my own hand that broke the monster's arm, staring in high awe.
Luke: Where did that strength come from? o.o
Me: Remember when you told me I "leveled up" that day?
Luke nodded.
Me: Placing the other hand on my belly. Looks like its showing.
Luke: *Luke could only grin as he heard a slight confused moan from Ginger* Huh?
Me: Oh no! Almost forgot about Ginger's sister!
Going back to the group; Steve was busy looking over Jezzie as she began to stir to consciousness.
Jez: Uhh…
Steve: Just stay still, Jezzie… Uncle Steve then performed a spell that appeared to make Jez look like she was out again, but instead looked around in a daze.
Jez: Uncle Steve! What a surprise to-why am I on the ground? I was sitting by the ambulance before.
Steve: Well, uh…you were. I tried to help you up but it seemed you were a little "tipsy", didn't want you to break your head. *Pats her head down.*
Craig: Wait, you're not gonna-
*Jan clasps Craig's mouth shut.*
Jan: Shh, Whitehouse! Last thing we want is someone involved. Don't want her in on this shit.
*Craig only nodded.*"
Me: So…now what? Is everything alright?
Steve: Oh, it should be. I'll just show Jezzie home. You guys head back.
*He carefully picks her up with Craig and Ginger's help; Jezzie kept asking who everyone was and what happened in town, all assuring her it was a big hoax and nothing to worry over.*
Chapter 18: Bitteesweet Sympathy
Summary:
It turns out Dok isn't the only one being inhabited under his control.
Chapter Text
*A few days later*
Luke: Hmmm... I was just thinking...
*Stretching my arms up, adjusting my purple and white/black kimono blouse, just getting out of my bedroom from changing*
Luke: well.... *hugging you from behind* we still haven't prepared ourselves for the little one
Me: Ooh! You're right...and not even close for our wedding. How do you feel about a small ceremony?
Luke: *nodding* it would be great
Me: Just family...it wouldn't even be expensive, given a few tweaks and spells there. I mean a lot of distant relatives and others would want to attend, but...
Luke: ...but?
Me: I just don't want anything to happen, even then for everyone's safety
Luke: True...but I'm sure by then we will have worked something out
Me: *Nodding* I just hope that no one would be suspicious of what we and our friends can do
Luke: *hugging tighter*
Me: Ooh! And still affectionate as ever
Luke: Never going to stop it *giving a light kiss on your cheek*
Me: Hmm...I think I left that leaflet over at the table there *pointing to a small stand by the door* Could you reach that for me? I want to shop in town for a while
Luke: From here? *giving a grin*
Me: I just need some time to myself for a while, with what happened last night
Luke: You mean.... *he stretched his arm now; feeling it go loose. Focusing more, his arm seemed to go further away from him, reaching closer and closer to the table*
Me: *still in front of him* No need to show off like that hun. I know you can... *then turning around and seeing his hand on the table, except his arm was literally outstretched* Oh my God!!
Luke: *giggling, he kept going, closer and closer until he grasps the leaflet*
*My mouth was open, just staring and blinking*
Luke: Got it hun...now...er...
Me: When did you learn to do that?!?
Luke: Just now...kind of...not mastered it fully... *getting a little worried why his arm wasn't shrinking back*
Me: Uh...
*feeling his long arm down the length*
Me: You got a Mr. Fantastic thing here going!
Luke: I think I went a little TOO loose with this...
Me: Too loose? HOW did you even learn to do this??
Luke: yeah *his forearm now starting to sag* Luke: It's one of the skills I can do potentially...
Me: But...this never happened before...it's like..that demon...
Luke: ...I don't think I can explain it... but my arm feels REALLY loose right now...
Me: *it then went limp on the floor* Oh my! *kneeling down, petting it as if a fallen animal*
Luke: Wow...that's quite numb....
Me: ...maybe I better stay home and make sure you're okay *trying to pick it up*
Luke: no..no I'll be fine
Me: *turning my head* are you sure? ...hopefully, I like to see more of this as long as you're okay
Luke: I'll be fine honey. Just let me gather myself...I'll get my arm back
Me: Uh...okay *grabbing the shopping leaflet myself, standing back up and giving him a kiss*
Luke: *Luke gave a kiss back and lay on the bed, his limp rubbery arm lying on the floor in a pile* Love you, hun...
Me: I love you too...stretch... *smiling before I left the apartment*
*Luke giggled and closed his eyes to focus*
*I strolled down the shopping district, an odd, whimsical smile on my face, can't believing want I just saw Luke do*
Me: *I lay my hand on my outstretched stomach and talking to it* I don't think you'll be acquiring that from your father. I can't imagine the bumps and bruises after many discoveries *hopefully, no one would think I was nuts talking to my stomach, assuming it was just communicating with my baby*
Me: Hmm, starting to have a chocolate craving again *to myself*
*I decked into the Godiva Chocolate store a few stores down*
Me: Wow... *looking at some selections*
*Doc stood in the store in his younger form, speaking to the staff*
*I looked at a box of peanut clusters when I gazed over*
*His hair was thin blonde with a pony tail hanging past his shoulders to the top back, regular rimmed glasses, and a prodigious chin and nose. He was tall and lean, standing with a polite manner to him, an accent thick in his voice*
Me: Oh my gosh..he looks so handsome...no, it couldn't be him
Doc: Und you say zis is only $4.99? MY vord...
*Slowly walking over, almost standing near him but afraid to get close, nervous in my voice and seeing a box for that price* ...I guess...even for a store like this, it is cheap. I'm...I'm not used to buying sweets in here...
Me: Huh? Oh...*meekly grinning, turning my head down*
Doc: Vell...
*I inched a little closer to look at something else on the counter, but felt something soft at my side, a bump sort of noise, except this man was some two feet away from me*
*This is strange I thought. The blonde gentleman stepped farther from me*
*Doc backed off a little, placing his hands in his pockets and grinning* So...I see you also have a sweet tooth?
Me: Uh...y-yes *am I blushing?*
Doc: *Doc gave a suave grin, much similar to Luke's when he first met you. He leaned in a little* wanting to indulge I see? hehe
Me: Um... *stepping back*
*Some customers softly moaned before dropping to the floor like lifeless mannequins; more people then succumbed to the floor and the staff went out as well. Doc still grinned, something in his hand*
*Turning my head back and forth, worrying what's going on before my hand went to my necklace, trying to ease my mind*
Doc: Vhat's the matter?
Me: They...passed out...everyone...
Doc: True... gives me a chance to... *giving a sigh, he bulked out a little*
Me: Uh...uh *turning my head still, watching something*
*this posh outfit tightened all over, still keeping his same youthful look*
Me: What are you...you can also do that??
*Doc nodded, a double chin forming and jiggling with each nod*
Doc: *He reached his natural bulk and gave a relaxed sigh* ahhh...
*My mouth slowly opened from a small O shape to a slightly bigger one*
Me: *Softly* No *Now this man was some 600-700 pounds, but it was him I realized*
Doc: Ahh...much better....zucking it in...ist really not a very good idea... *walking around the chocolate store and taking a few pieces*
*My stomach tightened, watching and eyeing him*
Doc: mmm...not bad at all *munching* Oh...don't vorry dear...*gulp*
*the floor heavy thudded with his steps*
Me: You can also do that? *referring to becoming younger*
Doc: Oh...ja *munch, gulp*
Me: Then...*trying to think* ...that's how..you stole the ray gun
*Doc nodded*
Me: *Ready to take a fighting stance* What are you planning to do to me now?
Doc: Come on now...
Me: D-don't..."come on now" me...
Doc: I vouldn't attack anyone in a place like this.... *his fat arms gesturing to the stores delectables*
Me: Somehow, I'm not surprised
Doc: tut
Me: Why are you being so nice to me like this?
Doc: Surely there's nothing vrong vith taking a time out from being evil?
*Making an angry sort of face*
Doc: *sighs* never mind *taking bites out of more chocolate*
Me: I can see you have no problem with eating in front of me
Doc: Vell...come to mention it...that's not all I have no problems vith you about... Ever vondered vhy I've pretty much given you the "easy ride" in this var?
Me: An easy ride?! You tried to kill me before! Threatened me! You turned me into a catgirl! You made me into a balloon and float off like that without a care! And knowing full well I have a child!
Doc: vell...I could have done vorse... *He came closer to me* But I have given you an easier ride than most.... even created one of your favorite "characters" from your role play adventures with your tech...
Me: ...to drive the rest of us crazy!!
Doc: *chuckling* True....but she does have other uses... *waddling away*
*Soft moan/sigh*
Doc: But that's not the full reason...
*hand still on my necklace and ready to pull away*
Doc: *waddling back* It still hasn't occurred to you...has it?
*my hand was still there, a physical reaction of mine, of almost pulling away*
Doc: *Doc gave a deep stare into your eyes* Read my mind.....you can vith others...
Me: Eh... *blinking, pulling away* ...you can't be serious?
Doc: The mind always has the truth locked up in there..... so yes...I'm serious...
Me: You want me to go back into that hell hole you call a mind of yours?
*Doc nodded*
*Maybe it could be used to my advantage in the future, so, I mentally allowed myself in as Doc allowed you through*
*I looked back at all the memories I saw previously, even one where Keith saved him as a boy from falling from a centuries old window*
*I did see it*
*Doc grinned as you reached the reason*
*memories of me inside him, watching me on a video screen from other occasions, when I laughed, when I cry, how he watched me*
Me: Uuh! *now pulling away, my hands on my head*
Doc: You know now....
Me: No way *doc nodded* You...love me!!
*Doc gave a sheepish grin to that*
Me: *Scoffing in frustration* What could a mad man like YOU see in me?!
Doc: The same as what Luke sees in you...
Me: YOU tell me! In your OWN words!!
Doc: *sighs* very well... You're funny, level headed und strong, charismatic in your own vay....the vay you talk, the vay you laugh....
Me: a Lolita complex going on for you
*Doc began to frown, munching on a fresh chocolate bar from the store shelves*
Me: I love Luke and no one else that way... I feel sorry for you and also disgust
*Doc's head hung, a moment of weakness and emotion*
Me: and I don't feel that way about everyone *sigh* yet, someone like you still feels "hurt"...maybe an old artifact from that lonely little boy? Trying to get out in a vat of acid of what you are now? Maybe even worse than the Major? The one they call the fat man?
*that hurt him; he quickly looks up*
*my eyes were also gleaming*
Me: Oh god...why am I also about to cry... *turning my head away, clutching my stomach* you must be missing someone, true?
*doc nodded, tears welling up*
Me: Oh my god... if Jan could see this...
*Doc gave a sniffle and wiped his nose, trying to gain his composure*
Me: Who is it that you miss?
*Just then, with a sullen face, he approached me, grabbed me around quickly, muttering something to me just as we disappeared*
Me: ...your wife??
Doc: yes... *a frown on his face*
*We were dropped off somewhere, in another locale, not his lab. Doc began to suck in his natural weight, making it easier for him to move*
*I pulled away from him after we dropped off, what is this going on in my head? I know who he is, but it seems like something came over Doc, something just suddenly happened to him. He returned to his usual laboratory, bloody garb, but his attitude changed somehow, almost like there was a different person there now, almost like his other side*
Me: And yet you still kidnapped me?
Doc: Yes....although I vouldn't say "kidnapped"...
Me: Doc....
Doc: Call me...Emmit for now. Emmit Woltez
Me: ...I see... *somehow, I had the feeling I was gonna be here for a while*
Emmit: *Emmit walked out on to the classic balcony, looking out onto the scenery - a large forest looming in the distance. Taking a seat.* Please...join me... although....would you like to slip into something a little more..comfortable?
*the button on his remote clicked, changing my clothes right on me*
*he chuckled a little*
Me: *it was a gown, enough room in the front, bluish color and draping behind my feet* How did? *it looked like a very old fashion night gown for bed*
Emmit: Please...you don't need to question..come...join me? *patting the seat next to him*
*shaking my head, I walked over, sitting down and holding my stomach, but not quite close to him*
Me: Doc-Emmit...I really don't know what's going on here, but I still can't forgive you for the things you've done to us, especially to Luke…
*Emmit seemed confused by that statement*
Me: You do know who he is right?
Emmit: Vhat are you afraid of dear?
Me: Afraid of? Why in the world are you asking me that? It's like you have no idea what's going on!
Emmit: I don't.... at all
Me: WHAt?? *Promptly adjusting my sitting and point two fingers at me* Look at me and tell me who I am?
Emmit: *looking confused* Err...
Me: You brought me to what I think is your home... and you should know who I am. Not bringing back some complete stranger
*Emmit began to feel a little confused, backing off a little*
Me: What is it? *now being a little understanding* Who am I, Emmit?
*Emmit looked at you, confused and trying hard...nothing...but something hinted him...something dark and twisted*
Me: Okay...then, who are you?
Emmit: Emmit Woltez...a training doktor in medical science-wait...*clicking his fingers as if he had realized something*
Me: Is your nickname Doc?
Emmit: *Emmit began to slowly nod* yes...yes it is!
Me: Now, do you know who I am? Or Luke Valentine? Jan Valentine? Keith Valentine? Schrodinger?
Emmit: Luke...Jan.... *staring off into space*... Keith....
Me: Ringing a bell?
*he nodded again*
Emmit: what...happened to me?
mE: ...what do you mean?
Emmit: so twisted...and ....
Me: What do you...remember?
*he was in a dazed, living memories Doc experienced, but Emmit only witnessed, everything came back....his eyes watering again*
Me: Emmit? *I used my mind again, now trying to fully bring myself in, to find this "Emmit". It led me to some room with a table and chairs, a furnished room in red with a fireplace going, a laced designed carpet, and vases in corners and on the table. From there, I see what could be 2 Doc's; One, the man I've known to look like all this time, and another man of his younger days, who I saw at the store*
Me: Wow... *my voice echo-y*
Emmit: I can't...I won't... *sitting down distraught as Doc towered over himself*
Me: Huh? *Doc was also sitting in the chair, but it looked tailor made for a giant*
Emmit: It vasn't supposed to be this way.... I promised myself...
Doc: Vell.... it has....
Me: Doc?? Emmit...
Doc: huh? *looking in your direction* you let her in?
Me: Save it, you're still one in the same; you just let your guard down
Doc: Details, details...
Me: And I bet you don't have a thing for me? *aimed at Doc*
Doc: I do...only through him *giving a disgusted look at his youth*
Me: Heh, hard to say of real love then... *now encompassing my own space, the way the Doc vision has here*
*Poor Emmit looking down, feeling sorry for himself; a child-like person in a very tall seat*
Emmit: I'm a monster....vell...became one....
Me: Doc only became that...you tried to be good, but his nature took over, the fear, worry, shame, maybe of your wife...or what happened to her...manipulated. If it's possible to do...maybe I can set you free
*Emmit looked up*
Me: *smiling and kneeling* Make up for it...with us...
*sniffing and nodding, Emmit agreed*
*lowering my hands down*
Emmit: *grinning* get me out of here...
*having the little medical scientist inside my giant palms*
Doc: not so fast!!!
*standing as he towered, as if he had grown a few feet*
Me: *I stood up* No time for caution...I want to get out of here... *pulling my mind back as if falling onto a bed*
Doc: GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!! *his voice fading*
*I woke up out of it, my hand on someone else's, a gloveless one. I pulled it away, seeing Emmit come through Doc's chest, slowly bringing him out*
Emmit: *surrounded by light until he was fully free of Doc*
Me: EH! EH! *pulling away, until we both crashed onto the ground in the living room*
Emmit: *Emmit fell on top of you with a loud thud* Ugh!
Me: Oof! Emmit... *a controller slid out of his lab coat sleeve* that controller there, think you can use it to bring us out of here?
Emmit: Vithout a doubt! *with a click, you and Emmit vanished, reappearing outside my apartment door*
Emmit: *Emmit helped you up* Are you okay?
Me: Oohh...yeah...think so... *holding my stomach, I couldn't help but look at Emmit* You know...from inside the Godiva store...you seem..very different now
Emmit: You really think so? hehe
Me: yeah...and I think I feel it now. You and Doc might be the same in some ways...but it's like how I figured at one time, don't ask what
*Emmit gave a warm grin*
Me: Right now, I just want to go in and relax, and see if my necklace can remove some anxiety from what just happened... *fumbling for my keys, I unlocked the front door locks*
*Emmit nodded and followed, a little hesitant*
Me: I know it's scary and heavy to feel...but if given the right trust, they'll see you're not like Doc, and you can make up for it now
Me: *Calling in* Lu-kie?
Luke: Alison? Oh, I fixed my arm hehe...It just took a little...bit...of... *walking in to see Emmit*
Me: that's good...maybe you can show your "other uncle" that and also show me some new moves :P
Luke: Other...uncle? *walking over to Emmit, a little confused* ..Doc?
Emmit: *with a nervous grin* Call me Emmit.... Lukie
Me: Hope you don't mind that he'll be staying with us for a while
Luke: errrr....
*Emmit gave a worried look to you*
*Luke began to lose his balance and fell with a thud on his side*
Emmit: *Luke lay on the floor in a heap having seen Emmit, passed out motionless. Emmit watched on, giving a gasp as Luke hit the floor* Errm.... never thought I'd have that effect on him...
Me: *I quickly knelt beside him* Luke, Luke! *shaking along his shoulder, feeling his face, taking a very heavy fall* Emmit, help me get him up and on the couch
Emmit: Yes*helping you lift Luke, as he was carried like dead weight to a nearby couch*
Me: *softly grunting* ugh, can't believe how heavy he is...
Emmit: grr ugh...yes.... *laying him on the couch*
Me: Aah
Emmit: Luke...?
Me: Luke
Luke: *Luke began to stir* ugh..ughh
Me: Oh, Luke
*he slowly opened his eyes*
Luke: D-Doc? *looking a little confused*
Me: No...well...
Emmit: It's alright Luke... I'm not that...*looking back*
Luke: How? when? Ugh too many questions...
Me: I'll do this as simple as possible...while I went out...
*Luke sat up and listened as I went into some embarrassing details and narrowing moments*
Luke: *Luke looked on in shock* And he is ..what was Doc?
Me: Right...he could be his past self, before he turned...or a subconscious side to him, one that has a good nature...but what ever it is, Emmit is here now
*Emmit gave a wave*
Me: ...and also a very timid side to Doc, but the worst of it was that Doc is in love with me
*Luke's face dropped*
Me: I know... *myself feeling anxious*
Luke: That's....err....
Alison Gray: *and then realizing I still had the blue gown on, wrapping my arms around the top* Oh! *I fell onto his lap by my head* Luke, please forgive me, it isn't what it looks like. I could never see myself with someone that means to hurt you
Luke: I know it isn't... *he placed his hand on your back, easing you*
*he began to cuddle you*
Me: rrmmm alright...*sighing* at least I'm safe...and so is Emmit and I see you got your arm back in
Emmit: *Emmit nodded, turning to Luke* I can't thank you guys enough for getting me out of that hellhole..
Luke: Yeah.... took some time
Me: You're welcome...really. I just hope that even for a good side, you'll also be trustworthy...maybe even give us an insight on Doc and what we need to do next
Emmit: I can do what I can
Me: ...Now it's a matter of introducing you to the others. And I think Lucinda might not be ready to even meet you
Emmit: Ahh..
Me: Luke, if you're okay now, maybe we can break it to Jan, Ginger and Steve gently
Luke: *nodding* we best get it over with *Luke got up from the couch*
*When we got to the other house, Ginger was busy skimming through a large and ancient binder book.*
Ginger: I got the scale zest in, Uncle Steve!
Steve: *calling from his storage room* Wonderful, Sweetie! Keep stirring it; I just need to find one more ingredient.
*We popped in from an open port hole, just as Ginger stirred vigorously*
Ginger: *stirring harder* Hey guys… *looks up* Who's the new guy-whoops. Gotta be careful with this.
Me: What are you making?
Ginger: I'm trying to make my first potion, but it's not done yet. I can't let the thing spill before Uncle Steve put's the last item in.
*Emmit curiously looked over the concoction*
Emmit: A formula done by magic? How intriguing.
Me: Yes…Ginger. I want to introduce Emmit Woltez.
Ginger: Hi Emmit. *she gets a better look at Emmit* Why do you look so familiar?
Luke: Well, Ginger, that is the thing. Emmit is someone we already "know" during this war.
Me: Someone who may or may not be him in a sort of hypothetical-
Jan: *coming out* Ho' Shit! What the fuck's Doc doing here?
*We all turned around*
Ginger: D-DOC?! UNCLE STEVE!!!
Emmit: Wait, my dear, you don't understand-
*Ginger, haphazardly and in the heat of the moment, tossed the mixing bowl at Emmit, covering him in a dark mustard slop. Emmit sputtered some of the goo and wiping the rest with his hands*
Me: Ginger!
Emmit: Pfft! My vord! Sprayed vith zuch stuff…oh my *her felt a peculiar feeling.
Ginger: How the hell did he get in here?!
Me: You don't understand! It's not Doc. I mean not the "real" Doc, just a sort of opposite of him…
Jan: Whoa hold it *coming over* Is he Doc or what?
Me: He's supposed to be a part of him.
Jan: A part of him? What fuckin' part?
Me: His name is Emmit, but he's another…personality of him. The one I saved.
Jan: Well what the Hell is he?
Me: He's Emmit.
Jan: But didn't you say…
Luke: Jan, don't confuse the subject any more than it has to be.
Jan: I'm already fuckin' confused. Now is he with us or not. Cause Ging already got crap on him.
Ginger: It was supposed to be my first potion. What else could I have done?
Emmit: *yelling in a high pitched voice* Excuse me!
*I turned to where he should've been standing, but he was gone. We all quickly looked around*
Emmit: Down here.
*We all looked down, and found Emmit shrunken to a couple of inches as we argued*
Ginger: Oh my Gawd! *kneeling down*
Jan: So…he really isn't Doc.
Ginger: *cupping him up in her hands* Now looking at him, he doesn't have those bug eye glasses…and doesn't look like a stripper…
Emmit: My vord..I knew vhat I've done, but I'd . I never would think I be in that sort of profession.
Me: Emmit, I'm really sorry this happened. This "things" just happen.
Emmit: No need to apologize my dear. I should've expected this behavior for what I am.
Me: No..for what Doc is, not you.
Steve: What's all this about Doc?? *quickly appearing from a doorway with his gasping breath.*
*Ginger presented her uncle with the tiny scientist*
Steve: *adjusting this classes* Why..this isn't Doc at all. It's just a young man whose just shrunken. I take it Ginger you threw the potion at him before I added in the hazelnut oil.
*Ginger pouted*
Steve: Well, most of it we'll just have to wait for another month to grow. But for now, eh, if you mind telling me who you really are, sir.
*Them Emmit explained that he was a training scientist back in the 30's, but most of his memory was fuzzy; thanks to being put aside by Doc for grander things.*
Emmit: I really do apologize for all this on my, or his, behalf.
Me: As I said, don't put all the blame on yourself. I promise you this is a way for you to make things right, especially fixing this *indicating his shrinkage*
Luke: By the way, Ginger, what kind of potion were you making?
Ginger: What I was actually gonna make was some soup.
Me: Soup?
Ginger: Yeah. Lizard's soup. That's what the invisibility potion is called.
*Jan held his nose and pretended to gag.*
*Meanwhile, Luke set up Emmit's new living spaces with some miniaturized furniture covered with cut up shoe box walls. Emmit inspected his new surroundings as I held onto my stomach, to feel the little one.
Emmit: Oh, let me feel!
Me: Well, alright.
*Pressing closer to the table end, Emmit laid his small head against the belly, smiling as he heard the brewing of life inside me.*
Chapter 19: Baby's First Slice
Summary:
The arrival of the newest member of the Valentines and the group.
Chapter Text
*not that having a smaller housemate was without some interesting moments. Later on, Luke asked me if I wanted to Scrabble, might as well; not only has playing that game been enjoyable with another player, but also someone to watch out for when coming up with words. And not to feel left out, we let Emmit also play with us. A popcorn bowl was at my right arm, Emmit next to it and Luke on the opposite side of me*
Emmit: Ahh Scrabble
*Emmit climbed into the bag of letters and left with just one, huge in comparison*
Me: hee *giggling behind my back hand* how cute
Emmit: Ja Ja... *grunting with each step, dropping the square with a mini-thud* phew!...that's 1 down...just a few more...
Me: I'm amazed how heavy the tiles are for someone at 6 inches tall
Emmit: Well I don't vork out much *dragging another tile out of the bag*
Me: not like I do either
Emmit: Being cooped up inside a maniac has its problems..gr..grr
Me: *nodding solemnly*
*after some minutes past, Emmit spelled out his word*
Emmit: ahhh...there
Me: let's see... *peeking down* ...very good actually *counting the points*
*muttering a "danke", Emmit plopped back down*
Emmit: phew hehe *Emmit stood tinily by his tiles*
Me: Alright, Luke, your turn
Luke: hmmm *looking at his letter, he places a few tiles just above Emmit's word* ahhh...
Me: wow
Luke: Lucky I guess
Me: always like that when we play
Luke: hehehe
Emmit: well I'll be... *reading the word* pure luck hehe
Me: *around the area of my navel, I felt something inside* ooh *putting my hand down on my stomach*
Luke: What's the matter hunny?
Emmit: hmmm..kicking?
*I harness a meek smile, prompting Luke to come to my front*
Luke : Awww *kneeling to your side and placing his hand on your tummy, feeling each kick he gave a pleasant gasp and grin*
Emmit: Hey, I vould like to see this *scurrying over*
*it felt like a little hand was pressing outward. Luke grabbed forward to carry Emmit over, lying right on top of the dome area*
Emmit: *Emmit placed his tiny hand on your tummy near where he lay, feeling the force of a small kick* My my....
Emmit: This one seems feisty, hehe *Emmit leapt on the spot, feeling a kick to his rear* Agh!
Me: oh my!
Emmit: a very feisty one indeed hehe
Me: uhh I can see that...and not even...ugh...born yet
*Luke and Emmit laughed. Luke then placed Emmit back to his place near his letters...*
Emmit: Well.... feisty or not....
Me: ..but, about your birthday Luke? how do you want it done? Seeing that it's also on Halloween tomorrow
Luke: Hmmm... *taking a seat again* well...how about we do something "traditional"? Fancy dress?
Emmit: hmmm...
Me: fancy dress?
Luke: Costumes and the sort,s it would be quite interesting to say the least
Me: hehe, ahh okay. I guess you don't mind that sort of dressing up *already putting down my letters I organized before*
Luke: not at all... It's just deciding who or what to be
Emmit: Mine ist easy...Tom Thumb
Me: *Luke laughed at that one* Too easy, Emmit...at least you're using your size to your advantage
Alison Gray: This might be outside of the box, but Ginger could be Nancy Archer or the 30 foot bride of candy rock
Luke: *nodding* hehe
Me: But then, who would I be?
Luke: hmmm that's a toughie....
Me: and right now, for almost six months, my stomach is really big
Emmit: Hmmm...how about Alice in Wonderland? Luke could be the rabbit
Me: hehe, he might make a cute rabbit
Luke: Oh really? I reckon you would make a brilliant Alice. Considering the stuff we've been through it was incredibly 'Wonderland'ish
Me: with dark hair? *snort* oh well, yeah
Luke: Yes
Me: hope there's a costume for pregnant women
Luke: Surely
*later on, we told the others about it, as Luke and I went looking for costumes. Ginger decided to go as the 50 foot woman, toga wrap and a Ken doll. I bought a cheesecake for Luke's birthday cake. Then came Halloween, I leaned in, holding my stomach, while I gave a sleeping Luke a kiss on his cheek*
Luke: hehe *he stood in his waistcoat, a watch in hand, costume complete with bunny ears and whiskers drawn on his face*
*Steve stood in a complete Merlin costume*
Me: hee, better hurry up for breakfast hun, 'cause my cravings are really bad today, and I might just eat it all *saying this sing songy*
*Jan was the only one wearing his regular clothes, but drew in red lines along the corners of his mouth*
*everything was set at Jan/Ginger/Steve's house*
Steve: And you are...? o.O
Jan: *turning to him* Jan: I am what I fuckin' am
Steve: o.O
Steve: You turned up...as a vampire? Original... o.o
Jan: Hey, Mer'. I ain't one for playing dress up, even if it is Bro's b-day
*the door bell rang*
Me: Hmm, wonder who that could that be to ring the bell? *I walked over, my heels clicking, and opened the door*
Craig: *There I stood in a green ranger costume, helmet on...my voice muffled* Hey Ali.... *Removing the helmet I flash a big grin* I've wanted to wear this for a looooong time hehe. Just a big kid I am
Jan: *Jan noticed something shiny and green, himself grinning* Hah, oh man! Who, no what the fuck are you suppose to be?
Craig: A Power Ranger.... *yanking the morpher off the belt buckle and pushing it out* DRAGONZORD!... get it?
Jan: *snort* man, you still into that shit?
Craig: Just a little.... *doing a smallness thing between my index finger and thumb* You only get one opportunity for this stuff....and this is IT!
Ginger: Jan's the one that lost his sense of Halloween spirit. But he came dressed as himself, and that's still scary
*everyone grinning at that*
Jan: Yeah, and no Power Ranger can mess with this mutha fucka
*Me giggling out loud*
Craig: *giggling too* hehe So… where's birthday boy then?
Emmit: Vell, he should be here...it is his day
Craig: *Luke took a few steps downstairs in his costume* Wow....big turn out
*skipping over, trying not to trip on these heels, then flapping one of his rabbit ears*
Luke :Hehe think it suits me?
Craig: Very much so dude... *standing in spandex* o.O
Me: well, your suit and skin does coordinate. I never knew anyone with a Halloween b-day, so this should be interesting for all of us to just kick back for a while
Craig: hehe yeah
Steve: *Steve sat sipping at some tea* As long as this isn't going to be a wild party I'm in...
Me: It shouldn't Uncle Steve *placing Emmit on the table* I'm not one for loud parties either. Jan on the other hand... I'm thinking Ginger should've dressed him up in a leash and have him go as a pet dog or mouse
Craig: I reckon the leash would have suited you dude *ribbing Jan*
Ginger: and has the canines for it, tee hee
Jan: *shrugs* Yeah, yeah, let's all dis Jan
Me: It isn't dissing; just being honest
Craig: *nodding*
Jan: least there aren't any kids coming by; we get to have the candy to ourselves
Craig: Hehehe...all about the sweets *giving the thumbs up*
Jan: *thumbing Craig* Least he knows
Me: Speaking of sweets...when should we have birthday cake?
Luke: hmmmm
Craig: I say light a candle first :P haha
Me: light one first?
Craig: Candle on a cake?
Me: it isn't Chanukah, and it's only worth 31 candles
Jan: and we've been through crap more than 8 crazy fuckin nights
Me: hmm, but...should be just one candle on the cheesecake, or for how old Lukie is?
Steve: Well how old is he? I think we only have one candle somewhere…
Me: I think 31, right hun?
Luke: *nodding* 31...phew
Me: hehe, and not a day over 30
Craig: I reckon 31 candles would ruin the cake o.o
Me: Okie then, one candle is better than none
Craig: goodiiiiie *clapping my gloved hands* hehe
*Now placing the cheesecake from out of the box and onto the table, a lone candle was then wedged in the middle*
Craig: Anyone got a lighter?
*Jan snapped his finger and thumb along the candle wick, as it lit instantly*
Craig: o.o and that's that sorted then
Me: hehe
Craig: *I start humming Happy Birthday to Luke* hehe
Jan: Why don't you sing the way you do in your little band, Whitehouse?
Craig: A hard rock birthday? o.o
Jan: Why not?
Me: Um *indicating Steve*
Steve: yes? *walking over* Ah the cake's ready
Me: Just blow it out honey. And it's not just any cake: it's cheesecake with strawberries on it
Luke: okay *leaning down to the candle he takes a big breath, blowing the candle out*
Jan: Now picture that for Bro as a giant *going for a laugh*
Craig: hehe
Me: *Mockingly looking around* Wish didn't work, everyone's still here
Luke: hehe *cuddling you*
Me: hehe
Me: it's just like the cheesecake you ordered when I first met you
Luke: Really?
Me: of course, how can you forget?
Luke: I never did
Jan: Geez, we don't even need candy to get cavities
Craig: hehe yeah
*taking a bite out of one piece of candy*
*Luke then cut a slice, each piece passed around*
Craig: *taking the slice* thanks looks really nice :P
Steve: *Steve cut a part with his fork* hmmm
Luke: *Luke took a seat next to you with his slice on a plate* Thank you honey
Me: Welcome *With my slice, I put a fork near his mouth*
Luke: *Luke took a bite* hehe :P
*he did the same for you*
Craig: *munching on my slice* wow this IS good hehe
Me: New York style cheesecake *holding my stomach as I felt a sort of cramp*
*Emmit sat next to his huge slice in comparison*
Luke: *gulp* are you alright, hun?
Jan: Hey Al's...uh...not to uh...*pointing below me, where the part of the seat was a darker color and dripping*
Craig: Gah!! :O
Me: *groaning* Something feels wet
Emmit: her vater broke!!!
Luke: ahh...ahh...
Steve: ok...we need to get her to a hospital
Me: *my stomach kept cramping up, tightening than I've ever felt*
Steve: *flipping his book out and turning to a book marked page, he cast the spell - a portal opening*
Luke: Honey, everything's going to be fine... *trying to remain calm*
*moaning as we all walk through*
*After all the necessary details of admittance and papers, and me readying to stab someone with a pole, I was taken to a room and planted on the bed, breathing exercises taking place with some reminder help*
*Luke sat at your side, panicky but trying to keep his composure*
Me: *breathing* Ow...I'm worried...*breathe*
Luke: don't be
Me: What if the doctor notices something odd?
Luke: Everyone here knows what they're doing
Me: I know *breathe* but...I'm not even in my sixth month, and yet it's already coming out OW...please get it out of me!!
Luke: whoa! Hunny!!! *hitting the panic button for a nurse to arrive*
*crying and yelling the loudest I've ever done, tears coming down from the terrible pain*
Me: I...liked...having...the...bump! *breathing and yelping* But I HATE the pain!!!
*Luke trying to shush and calm you down, stroking your hair beaded with sweat*
Jan: *with his fingers plugging his ears* Why don't you just drug her up so she doesn't suffer, or scream? That's what they did to mom
Craig: True....natural birth?
*I screamed out more from that*
Nurse: *the nurse scurried in* Now what seems to be the problem??
Jan: what do you think? *handing toward me*
Nurse: Right everybody out except the mother and father... out...out ...OUT!!!
Craig: Easy easy ¬.¬ *leaving* good luck Ally!!
*Jan muttering "bitch" under his breath*
Me*I only nodded*
Nurse: *closing the door heavily* right then.... *walking over and opening the closet, she pulls out a needle and small container*
Me: *owing again*
Nurse: *she placed the needle into the container and dragging it back, sucking a clear drug into the syringe* now this should calm down those cramps deary...
Me: *moaning*
Luke: It'll be okay, honey *kissing your damp forehead*
*the needle went into my arm*
Nurse: aaaannnnd there we go...*the drug working instantly*
*blinking and softly moaning, my vision getting blurry*
Luke: shhhh *kiss*
Me: *they seemed to become heavier, all the while as I dream*
*the nurse whispered to Luke to leave, as the staff took you for the operation*
*he held your had all the way to the operating theatre*
*as weird as what was going on in my sleep than usual, it was about how I would be as a mother and my doubts...but for some reason, I had this feeling, way down, that says for me, being a mother won't be difficult, and that my child, my daughter won't be a strain on me, and this was by the company I keep; family but also more than ever, Ginger, Steve, Craig, Jan, and now Emmit, Keith and Lucinda, but also importantly: Luke. Who was there for me all this time; watching the first time the scared, crying young lady who all of a sudden had a changed life forever. That I saw and witnessed things I only thought I would only dream. My life being risked and changed in many ways than one...but even for who I am, my moods, my disorders, it seemed, much like how Lucinda viewed the Fates*
*That being a mother would not be all that bad or terrible and that for my companions, team mates, they'll help out; just as they've always helped out, never backing out from a fight; and not even from the occasional diaper changes or crying, but, even as I felt one time ago, when I knew I would have a girl, that she wouldn't remain a baby for long...somehow...which I wasn't sure how*
*by then, the operation was underway*
Luke: *Luke sat cradling your little one. With a soft voice he said* oh look, your mother's waking up...
Me: *blinking* uhhh...
*there were little hands moving about, small finger-like things wiggling from the pinkish wrapped blanket*
Luke: Alison, she's beautiful
*trying to shift up in the bed, but feeling some aches and stitches, while the baby purred and gurgled as any newborn would*
Luke: would you like to hold her hun?
Me: *still drowsy* Uhh...yeah...
Luke: *Luke stood up and softly laid the newborn in your arms with a big grin* :D I'm so proud of you
*There was a very red pink little baby between my tired arms, her head had a full hair set, a dark honey brown color with some blonde tuffs in, she looked up at me. Right now, I couldn't help but also cry as she might've when she came out. My right hand met up to her, feeling her little fingers and her hair bits*
Me: Heather? *unsure if the name was really agreed upon*
*eyes simple looking but also a brown like ours with some green inside*
*Luke grinned, shedding a joyful tear*
Me: Lukie...you're a daddy...how does it feel?
Luke: *teary* fantastic....the most important and standing moment of my life, how does it feel to be a mom?
Me: well...I'm just...kind of unsure how to feel. I feel that crying moment inside... Do you really feel that way?
*Luke nodded, a tear running down his cheek*
*a runaway tear coming down mine*
Luke: *he cuddled you as you held Heather* I love you, Alison
*Heather then softly babbled, grabbing a long lock of Luke's side hair*
Luke: *Luke giggled* Emmit was right...she is feisty
*she baby moaned for her daddy to pick her up it seemed. Luke picked her up and cradled her*
*Heather still had the hair locks in her fingers*
Me: Poor daddy, she sees you as a new shiny toy...
Luke: hehe
*she cooed*
Me: Now there are 2, same birthdays to celebrate
Luke: :) yeah
*I stretched out a bit, realizing that I wasn't as achy as before*
Me: I should be grateful that not every new mother can heal as fast as me
Luke: *grinning* yes... you've got a gift honey
Me: we both do
*Luke giggled and looked straight at Heather who gurgled cheerfully*
Me: Hmm, if I'm starting to feel better...think we should check out to rest at home?
Luke: *nodding* a very good idea
*already impressed from the hospital staff of my speedy recovery, we returned to our New York apartment, bringing Heather into her new nursery and home*
Luke: and we're home
Me: And see *to Heather* purple sheets for you
*Heather gurgled*
Me: hee, she is so cute
Luke: Gets that from you
Me: Heh, come on now
Luke: it's true
Me: And it looks like Heather is doing fine for only being a half hour or so old
Luke: yeah, such a great bundle of joy we've got here
Me: hehe, and no crying *moving to the crib and placing her down, pulling over the baby sheet* *yawning myself* Ahh, what time is it?
*while wrapped up in an extra blanket from the coldness in the room, I pick her up in my arms. We set it up with Steve to be the messenger of the arrival of Heather to our family*
*For now, Heather has been with me and Luke from her carrier crib, needed whenever we need to lay her down and have our arms free*
*Luke lay in bed*
*Heather was asleep in her crib in our room, sucking on her thumb. Luke began to drift off slowly… a new chapter in everyone's live about to begin the next day*
Chapter 20: The Purrfect Bite
Summary:
Along with baby care, the parents get some quality time away before more shenanigans occur.
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Me: hehe, but what do you think, Lukie? Even though you're not supposed to find out
Luke: Would be fun.... hehe
Me: hehe, aw, you had your fair share of me as a kitty hun
Luke: Well it's only fair
Me: so many ways we've been a couple: shrunken, fattened or inflated
Luke: hehe lots of stuff
Craig: Wow you guys did a lot of RPs
Me: and also taller, but not at the same time *playfully taking some of his hair to stroke* huh?
Craig: Just sorting through the RPs - others and what I've dubbed 'Valentine Episodes;
Me: hee
Craig: hehe wow just came across the one RP we did involving a pie factory hehe, the usual Frisky plotline
Me: yep hehe, should we let Luke know of the other ones?
Luke: other ones?
Craig: Yup.... involved that little oompa loompa that's trapped in Steve's book
Luke: ah
Me: ...that is, if Luke doesn't kill you first
Luke: It's only the Internet hehe
*Luke cuddles you from behind*
Me: ooh
Craig: Smooth one Luke hehe
Me: yeah... really open minded now, but we've also had similar fun like that too *looking up to him*
Luke: *giggles* yes *grinning as he cuddles tighter*
Me: ooh!
Luke: Hehe just found that episode of you when you had a cold!! *pointing at Luke*
Me: You like squishing me don't you *smiling as I really looked up* oooo
Craig: ooo and the Squeaky Mouse encounter
Me: yeah, and I was little then. Ooh, did you get to see Heather yet, Craig?
Craig: I don't think I did hehe
Me: Hmm, she was put down for a nap before, not for long until nap times over :P
Craig: hehe aww. Ooo just found the Frisky/Valentine cross over episode XD
Me: hehe
Craig: from my count we've had more Valentine Episodes than other RPs. National ratings woohoo lol
Me: yep and the longest story I ever did and collaborated on
Craig: awww
Me: But..how do you feel about babies?
Craig: I'm great with kids. Kids love me...I let them climb on me and beat me up for fun and games :P lol
Me: really?
Craig: yup hehe
Craig: I play some WWE stuff with my cousin hehe
Me: then handling a half-vampire, half-human baby shouldn't be too tough for you :P
Craig: hehe hmmmm :P
Me: *I felt my ears perk up, hearing some muffling and gurgling* sounds like she'll be waking up
Craig: awww hehe
Me: Lukie
Luke: Okay hunny *walking into Heather's room, carrying her out*
*she was dressed in her winter top with a bunny head on the front and pants jumpers, wrapped in a purple blankie. Her hair already sported a blue ribbon on her head, as she sucked a bit of her thumb*
Craig: Awww well ain't you as cute as :P
Me: I remember when Luke said how beautiful she was
*Luke nodded, bouncing her a little*
*Heather looked up at Craig*
Craig: *I grin a little and tickle her nose* awww
*she still looked on, like any infant would, making a little "ehn" sound*
Craig: *giggles*
Me: Who do you think she looks like more?
Craig: *I skip my vision between you, Luke and Heather* hmmmm that's a pretty tough one to be fair
Me: she has more hair like her father...
Craig: True....and some of the height
Me: really?
Craig: yeah...she seems quite big for her age
Me: *eyeing to Luke* What do you think, hun? She's only...
Luke: hmmm..
Me: Only a couple of months old
Craig: wow..
Me: But then with the extra strength I've been given, I haven't really noticed
Craig: I guess so hehe
Me: Hm, would you like to hold her?
Craig: err...yeah ok *Luke hands Heather over to me as I cradle her* Cor ...you're a big girl aren't ya?
*Heather giggles*
Craig: Awww
Heather: *struggling* Da...
Luke: awww *I hand Heather back to Luke*
Me: Hmm?
Heather: Da..da...
*I could've dropped from that*
Craig: Oh my god.... first words? Already?
Luke: Dada? *looking at Heather while she was in his arms*
Me: *smiling meekly*
Me: seem kind of quiet, busy?
Craig: just a little. I just modeled a gargoyle for my coursework, like a really basic statue for the top of a building
Me: ahh
Craig: and it does look pretty basic :P I've got a render without a head
*Heather from the carry front pouch reached her arms outward, muffling and curious of the color*
Craig: Awww
Me: *her blue ribbon ruffling in my face* heh
Craig:
Me: She's liking what she sees
Craig: hehe eventually it will be stone grey
Me: I knew purple would be her fav color :P
Craig: and be sitting on top of a modern looking Gothic style church… heeh awww Heather :P
*Heather babbles*
Craig: *tickles*
Heather: Cway-gee
Craig: awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww
Me: She's still trying to talk it seems too
Craig: yup
Me: And she's being so kawaiiiii now :P
Craig: :D
Me: I guess it's okay to bring little kids here
Craig: *dances*
*Heather sticks her tongue out as well*
Craig: cheeky :P
Me: She's imitating
Craig: hehe
Me: I guess with Luke out at work, I needed something to do
Craig: yeah
Me: And with maternity leave, I have more time on my hands, I can't let work know I've recovered faster than normal and that my baby is a few months older
Craig: hehe would be a bit of a problem :P
Me: But I like it; it gives me the chance to understand motherhood better. Anyway, besides with working your game project for school, no luck with the project you and Emmit are working on?
Craig: no luck at the moment
Me: How is he doing himself though? Luke dropped him off with you before he left
Craig: he's doing ok with the whole miniaturized chem kits
Me: Hehe
Me: Where is he now? Is he close by Craig? Might be hard to explain to anyway inside the labs
Emmit: *Emmit popped up from behind the speakers of a nearby PC* Hello!!!
Me: OH! *Surprised by his entrance, miniscule as he was, it still amazed to see such a presence like this*
Emmit: and look a zis bundle of joy! :P *scurrying over to near Heather*
Me: Y-yes, but still as big as you remember her *Picking Heather up out of the pouch and onto the hand carrier, strapping her in safely and nearer to the comp work station*
Emmit: Oh, I may have found a lead on a few chemicals that may regulate my size, Craig
Craig: Really? Any notes?
Emmit: *he nodded* Left them by the mini-lab
Me: That's terrific
Me: I'll bring you over there then to fetch them. Could you watch Heather then, Craig?
Craig: Yeah sure
Craig: *plays with Heather and tickling*
*Offering my right palm for transport*
Craig Whitehouse:
Me: *Heather cooing and babbling*
Craig: hehe so cuuuute ^.^
Me: Alright Emmit *still carrying him along my palm and up to my body* Where about's is the lab in this building?
Emmit: just this vay *pointing ahead to a door that lead to a basement*
*Nodding and walking down there*
*with little light, a desk was visible with a large chemkit on top, next to it a miniature one just like it*
Me: Wow...seeing the 2 lab kits makes me think of something... like some his and hers, or adult and junior sized outfits
Emmit: oh hahaha *laughing in a friendly sarcasm*
Me: Um...not to say that you're a junior or...
Emmit: hehe
Me: Let's see... *looking for sheets of paper*
*Emmit pointed at the tiny square shaped*
Me: *I bent down a little* Right there?
Emmit: Yes *leaping off your hand and landing on the desktop. Shuffling the mini-A4 sheets he climbs back to your hand*
Me: Alright
Emmit: hopefully this may sort out my little problem
Me: *Nodding* Yes, it'll be different not having you small, but Luke can take care of that
*Emmit gave a giggle, his voice still a few octaves higher than usual*
*We made our way back to the comp station*
Emmit:...just need to reverse the equation *ranting on some scientific jibberish*
*Placing the tiny scientist half back by the keyboard* What were you doing behind the speakers anyway?
Emmit: Oh just electrical work added advantage of my size
Me: very much so. *Unclasping Heather out of the carrier hearing her murmurs, telling me she needs her milk. I picked her up and sat down, turned away from the guys to unclasp my top* I hope you're not gonna make Craig read your notes though
Emmit: I won't
*After some time*
Craig: *looking to Emmit* are you SURE mixing these will work? *holding up 2 test tubes of liquid*
Emmit: Very sure
Craig: *I nodded and blend the chemicals*
*I placed Heather some distance from the working chemicals, just in case if getting too close was dangerous for an infant*
*And while I also helped them out*
*smoke began to fizzle from the chemicals; bubbling away there was a loud pop, the liquid changed to a thick looking green substance*
Craig: hmmm... no explosions...a first :P
Me: hehe, and very familiar to how methyline blue looked at first glance
Craig: hehe *I pour some of the liquid into a thimble* hmmm... this looks nasty...
Me: I'd hate to drink it myself, but this is a have to moment *checking over the notes downloaded to the borrowed palm top*
*Emmit nodded, smelling the green substance*
Me: And with Emmit having the same powers as Doc, he won't need to drink from a thimble to reverse it
Craig: True.... although this may help
*Emmit held the thimble...with reluctance he took a sip and gave a tiny burp*
Emmit: excuse me
Me: hehe I'm afraid to ask if it tastes as bad as it looks
Emmit: *smacking his lips* surprisingly fruity
Me: oh?
Emmit: *he nodded* hmmm… I feel quite odd now... *patting his belly*
*seeing that movement made my mind wander to if it would have a growth of a different kind, with a hiccup, Emmit grew 3 inches*
Craig: *my eyes shooting wide*
Me: whoa
Emmit: whoa indeed HIC! *another 3 inches*
Me: Oh my gosh! And this was how Luke grew the one time at his parent's house
Craig: *nodding with a big grin* wasn't it sneezing? :P
Me: *chuckling at the thought of my mistake* Yeah, it was...but this also reminds me of it
Craig: In spurts? hehe
*Emmit hiccupping away and growing*
Me: so is this
*Emmit hiccupped and giggled...his voice of a more deeper tone, closer to normality*
Me: how tall are you now?
Emmit: *I make an estimation* hmmm.... 2...maybe 3 feet?
Me: Whooa, and like a weed
Emmit: I rezent that hehe HIC HIC HIC!
Me: even if for a good reference?
*Emmit nodded and hiccupped louder as he reached 5 feet*
Me: whoa *almost near back to normal, Emmit hoped off the counter to let the growth continue* You're a better weed than the ones we know
Emmit: why thank you *reaching his original height with one last loud hiccup*
Me: he he *Looking up a bit and tilting my head both ways* 6 feet or so, all there
Craig: hehe Well...it worked
Emmit: better than expected hehe
*Craig and I nodded*
Me: *I was tempted to hug him*
*Emmit gave a quick hug*
Me: Oh *smiling* *it felt very soft and lean at the same time* Glad we could help
*I led the kitten, a small calico, to the floor where I produced a can of kitten dry food and milk which I brought extra of when I came back. I then tended to Heather in her play pen area*
Luke: *the front door closing* Honey I'm hoooome *giggling at the line*
*Looking up while a little stuffed doll was in my hand, letting Heather have it as she moved it about*
Luke: *Luke walked into the room, a huge grin on his face*
*Shushing him and saying quietly* Shh, sweetie...look over there *Approaching Luke and pointing to the kitchen area*
Craig: *He looked* hmmm
Me: *Feeling giddy inside*
Luke: hehe
*the kitten quickly pounced over*
*Luke kneeled down*
Kitten: remew
Luke: Hehe *reaching his hand out to the kitten*
*softly mewing, Luke began to pet it. I meowed to the kitten, as it meowed back*
Luke: Well well...our own Dr Dolittle
Me: I think it's just copying me. What do you think hun?
Luke: Maybe a bit of both?
Me: I meant...*petting its head* of it being here
Luke: hmmm...well he...she... seems attached to you, I don't see why not
Me: And hopefully, it's young enough, we could see to it not to try and eat Squeaky
Me: hmm *looking at the colored patches on the kitten* it's a calico, so it must be a girl
*Luke took a seat*
Me: *the kitten came right after and jumped on his lap* It looks like she likes you too
*Luke leaned back...then began to pet her, she kneaded into Luke's white pant lap*
Luke: hmmm
Me: hehe, she's purring *taking a seat next to Luke*
*Heather looked over to where we were, slowly, she tried to move on her knees, half-crawling before trying to bring herself up closer to the edge of the pen*
Heather: *trying to utter* mew...
Luke: awwww
Me: *I looked up* Oh sweetie, hold on... *I got off the couch and scooped her up in my arms* We have so many cute things here, hun. Jan would get sick of it :P *returning to the couch*
Luke: Indeed he would *petting the kitten as it purred*
Me: *Slightly bouncing Heather in my arms* Look, sweetie. A kitty. That's a baby cat. So, I take it work was good, Luke?
Luke: Very much so
*I then went to explain the events that took place earlier*
Me: So, Emmit won't be back for a while...it's pretty much just us now
Luke: aww
Me: are you up for anything sweetie?
Luke: hmmm.... anything in mind? *pulling you closer*
Me: Why don't you take a "peak" up there and see? Haven't done that in a while. I know you might want to eat, but it's a thought
Luke: hmmm... we can :P
Me: Well, it's a toss up: food or...giants :P
Luke: *whispered* or maybe both? :P
Me: tehe. You're tough, but easy to get along with
Luke: hehe
Me: Alright, what do you feel like having hun?
Luke: hmmm... surprise me hunny *giving a light kiss on your cheek*
*We decided to eat out, just the 2 of us. When Emmit came back to the apartment, he agreed to watch over things while we were gone and "not to wait up"*
*Luke sat opposite you, smiling. After having dinner at a nice, quiet Chinese buffet, we chose a quiet, secluded place for ourselves, without anyone hopefully walking by*
Luke: *Luke began to cuddle you* tonight was fantastic
Me: yes, it was *still feeling full* It hasn't been like this for some time
*He nodded, grinning; his height already a foot taller*
Me: Huh? *almost unaware, as I pressed in closer, wanting to feel him "grow" on me* I could've sworn this moment would make you feel ten feet tall :P
Luke: *still slowly growing*
Me: hehe, oooh *feeling his body rise up, his enclosed hand on my shoulder steadily elapsing*
*he continued to gain height and size, soon 15 feet, picking up the pace after 20 feet, he scooped me up in his arms*
Luke: hehe Been a while since we've done this :P
Me: I know *seeing the slightly dark ground receding*...and it feels so exciting as I always felt it would
*feeling again, the steady change in Luke's voice*
Luke: hehe :P
Me: I just only hope to stand 6 inches when you get there
*My Lukie kept growing and growing along; I felt that he was enjoying this journey now more than he has, especially back in the embarrassing beginnings*
*He neared 50 feet, now giggling and grinning*
Luke: heh heh *hearing again the vibration in his voice. His growth now stopping* Hmmm *he took a seat, cross-legged*
Me: ohwhoa!
Luke: hehe *he placed you on his knee*
Me: Aah Wow, so big again
*Luke nodded, running his huge finger across your cheek*
Me: *Softly moaning*
Me: *and grabbing for his index tip with my tiny hands, my entire palm cupping them* Aah, you're so sneaky and cheeky...you grew many more feet without me knowing :P
Luke: *giggling*
Me: *giggling* You're starting to be worst than me at this
Luke: *he nodded in agreement* Yes.... :P *he lay down, resting you on his chest, he continued to grin*
Me: hehe, do you know how lucky we've been this entire time sweetie? Emmit is back to normal, and we haven't had any repercussions from the televised giants scandal
Luke: Yes.. we've been very lucky.. I do wonder how it was all explained away
*nodding, touching over a large button*
Luke: *he leaned up and forward, giving you a soft big kiss*
Me: mmwhoa
Luke: Was needed
*we lay down on the ground for some time, enjoying this rare, even for us moment, until he carried me back a ways, slowly reducing his height*
Me: *Opening the front door and stretching my one arm* We're home
Luke: *Luke followed, sighing with delight* ahh *he quickly gave a snuggles from behind*
Me: Ooh! Hmm, where's your uncle?
*Luke nodded in the direction of the couch, Emmit laying asleep with a book over his face, snoring*
Me: Eh hehe
*Looking over at the book title*
Me: Looks like it's about genetics
Luke: *removing the book slowly* hmmm....I do believe this is the effect of too much science
Me: Are you sure that's it or you're just joking?
Luke: Maybe both *referencing earlier*
Kitten: Ermew *the kitten came along, started to play along Luke's leg cuff*
Luke: Hehe look who's back
*it gnaws and claws along his pants, accidentally nicking him on his ankle*
Luke: OW!
Me: Oh, are you okay? Come on you *picking up the kitten, trying to pull her away from the cuff link*
Luke: Yeah...just fine..oddly painful though...
Me: Might just have sharp nails, could use a trim. Let me see *lifting the hem and inspecting the mark*
Luke: hmmm
Me: it's pretty much a thin red line, no bleeding, easy to heal for you
Luke: really? *he also looks* It seemed bigger.... hmmmm...
Me: Huh?
Luke: Like...being scratched by a lion or something...
Me: Really??
*Luke nodded, the cut feeling a tad itchy*
Me: Hmm, you can always put bacitracin on it
*He nodded; now rubbing it*
Me: it should be okay, it's just a cat scratch
*as Luke went to the medicine cabinet, I checked on Heather in her room*
Me: *to myself, as I checked her diaper and adjusted her blanket* she's still sleeping
*Luke began looking through the meds, the scratch becoming more and more itchy*
Me: *Heather then began to rustle in the crib, softly gurgling and waking up* aw, sweetie, hmm, *then picking her up* looks like you're hungry *much like earlier, I unbuttoned my shirt and let her feed on me, placing her head on my shoulder, patting her back gently*
Heather: Ehk *letting out her burp*
Me: There we go *slowly rocking her to sleep*
Luke: *Luke knitted his eyebrows* ugh
*kissing her forehead, gently putting her back in the crib, blanket on, and music box playing to lull her to sleep faster*
Luke: *finding the bacitracin, he scratches his face, noting of whiskers emerging. In almost a whisper* wha...the...meeew...?
Me: *Softly calling near the bathroom* Hunny...
*he turned to a nearby mirror, his eyes looking more feline, his facial features slowly morphing...he raised his 'paw' to his face...a paw?*
Luke: meeew?
Me: How are you making out?
Luke: *He looked to the doorway... trying desperately to get some intelligible words out* MEW?
*a loud rip was heard as a tail sprouted from his rear*
Me: Huh? *unsure of what I heard*
*his paw placing the bacitracin down on the counter nearby, he heads to the door*
Me: Luke, are you okay?
Luke: Reeaooowww *he peeked through the doorway*
Me: Luke?
*what kind of noise is that?*
*he walked into the room*
Me: *Gasp* LUKE?! *Watching the white tail move back and forth, and triangle furry ears on top; his face so feral*
Luke: reeeoowwww
Me: Oh my Luke...
*he walked over, sniffing you*
Me: You're so cute :D! *I give him a hug*
Luke: *purring a little, he managed to speak* what....happened?
Me: Oh Lukie
*feeling the tap of his tail he rubbed his head against you*
Me: hehe *I scratch and rub along his white ears* Come here sweetie *leading him back to our room, closing the door*
*Luke followed, we moved onto the bed, continuing to pet him*
*Luke purred loudly*
Me: *feeling the pull of his tail as it came out* I do wonder how this happened to you hun
Luke: *between purrs* the kitty...it must have..purr..been the scratch somehow
Me: the kitten? Do you think it could be a "special" kind of cat?
*he purred more*
*meanwhile, Emmit woke up from the couch, having a nudge of hunger, as he took out the package of chocolate covered hazelnuts to snack on*
Me: ...it wasn't like what Doc did, involving a genetics machine
Luke: I know...perhaps...something else?
Me: we should consult Emmit or Uncle Steve in the morning...
*Luke nodded, he rested against you, purring softly*
Me: hmm
*rubbing down his back as Luke purred loudly again*
Me: Hmm so cute, so pwetty
Luke: mmm hehe
Me: If this happened around Halloween, you could've gone as the Cheshire Cat
Luke: *Chuckles.*
Chapter 21: Meal of Misfortune
Summary:
Third times the headache as the 3 course gum makes its way down to medicinal paradise. Luke and Allie meet another duo.
Chapter Text
*The following day, you, Luke and Steve gathered in his living room. At first Steve was shocked as to how Luke became how he was, but thought things through in ways to return him to normal. At times, Luke's tail swayed along the cushions and near my legs*
Steve: Hmmm... interesting ...but nothing I have here could really help you, Luke
*Luke winced and looked to you*
*my hand was on his tail*
Steve: It seems that you have this ..."were-kitty" ....thing...
Me: ...at least he didn't become a black cat guy. I heard that you're never too thrilled to see a black cat
Luke: hehe
Steve: True... *Steve sort of drifted off in thought* Hmmm... there is one place you can go
Me: There is?
*Steve nodded, opening up his book to a map. With his index finger he points to a beach on the west side of an island*
Me: Hmm, looks like it's in another country or something...Wait...this isn't the Port Polivs Lucinda talked about is it?
Steve: *Steve nodded* the very place
Me: Wow. What will we exactly find there?
Steve: That is the holy grail of special remedies
Me: Wow...no wonder Lucinda saw the Port as something of great regard
*Steve nodded*
Luke: *purring*
Me: *looking over* awww
*Luke looked to you and smiled*
Me: Well, I'm glad I know you guys...think of how many places I could have gone to knowing of using real port holes
Steve: *nodding* Well...I best send you on your way... there'll be one person who can help you there... you'll know who when you arrive
Me: *Nodding* Alright
*a porthole opened up behind Steve*
Luke: Let's move out, honey
*nodding*
*Luke leads you through to the location*
*We ended up on a road way of sorts; it wasn't paved but was smooth, tropical plants along the ground and the breeze was clear and hinted of sea salt*
*Luke breathed in the tropical air and gave a very kitten-like cough*
Me: :D that is too cute!
Luke: hehehe
Me: Well...where do we go from here?
Luke: *sniffing* hmmm...this way I believe... *pointing ahead*
Me: Too bad we won't have your super sniffer when we change you back. By the way...what do you scent exactly?
Luke: *sniff* something sweet... *sniff*
Me: Sweet? *I walked closely by him*
*Luke nodded*
*Along the marble made bench, a young man with a child-like face sat there, one leg on top of the seating. His hair had a crossover of a mullet and a Mohawk in dirty blonde. His emerald green eyes showed boredom. He wore a black and grey checkered stripe grunge shirt, faded dark jeans with a chain accessory along the waist straps, clean plated black boots with a thin white strip along the top of the openings and one finger-less black glove on his left hand. Occasionally, he would feel something in jeans pocket, pull out an already opened and faded pack of gum that had a strong scent emitting from it. Before meeting this boy, Luke and I were still walking about the trail of the scent he picked up*
Luke: *sniff* I'm really liking this smell...
Me: ...if Uncle Steve said Port Polivs is the holy grail of remedies, does that still mean people wouldn't look at you funny with your ears and tail moving about?
Luke: I would guess so...
Me: So far, I don't see anyone walking about
*We turned along a corner, unaware of already passing the lone boy looking bored on the bench*
*The young man, however, happened to glanced at Luke turning the corner and me alongside him talking to him*
Luke: *sniff sniff* *his eyes knitted*
Me: What is it hun? *Without word, he pulls my arm and brings me closer to the building's wall*
Luke: Something smells familiar...
Me: *Now softly* What?
*Luke continued to sniff*
*Out of a small opening of misty darkness, I was grabbed by my arm and literally pulled into, crying out as I did*
Luke: Reow!!! Alison!!!
*The mist disappeared; I then ended up what appeared to be farther away from the building we hid behind, and now instead, feeling shaken and standing as best I could, I was alone with someone else. Turning, I instantly recognized him. It couldn't be Demyx, but it was; and despite meeting other people I remember watching in certain medias, I decided not to mention anything else about it, already shocked and wondering why in the world I was pulled into somewhere else*
Demyx: Whoa... glad I got you in time.
*I stood up a little more, standing almost in defense, even though Demyx isn't supposed to be "dangerous"*
Me: What in the world were you doing?!
*Demyx guffawed in his voice, confused by my reaction*
Demyx: Uh...I uh...* becoming a little nervous* I...saved you...right? *his hand behind his head, nearing embarrassment* I mean...the guy...with the cat ears....
Me: *adding in* is my husband!!
Demyx: WHat??
*Nodding, now annoyed*
Luke: *walking over* What in the...
Me: Luke! *Running to him and embracing his arms*
Demyx: What a sec...
*Luke gave you a tight hug*
Demyx: Y-you're married to a....
Me: Well, he isn't a real cat per say...
Luke: At all...just an unfortunate incident involving a cat
Demyx: So he...didn't kidnap you?
Luke: NO!
*At least I wasn't too far away from Luke, so I calmed a little, but jumped when Luke yelled like that and which also made Demyx jump*
Demyx: Ow...say it, don't spray it! *checking his ear*
Luke: I just *licking his hand/paw and combing* need a remedy...or cure...or something... sorry honey. *turning to you*
Me: Uh...don't be... *then in my mind* I really think that's Demyx though, but I prefer not to say anything this time...
*Luke's eyes narrowed*
Demyx: *crying out again* Hey wait a minute!
*Luke's eyes then widened, realizing too*
Demyx: Uh...Aren't you that guy whose with Millennium?
Me: Huh? Millennium? How do you know about them?
Luke: WAS with them....
Demyx: *still not convinced, but was acting up the tough role* Are you sure? Those guys know how to play you...
Luke: I'm certain....especially after what they have done to me, my wife and our friends....In particular, one person...
Me: I think there's a misunderstanding here... *Not wanting to give myself away* First off, what's your name?
Demyx: ...Well, it used to be Dyme...but it's now Demyx; don't ask...nice to meet you though
Me: Alison, and he's Luke.
*Luke purred*
Me: But why would you think Luke would kidnap me? Do you..have your own leader you follow?
Demyx: Um... *scratching his head* not anymore...I mean, it's like not I'm on my own...and I...want to be sure of this guy.
Luke: Sure?... sure of who?
Demyx: Well...you...and this other guy Xiggy and I are following... *realizing he said something he shouldn't have and quickly covered his mouth*
Me: Xiggy?
Luke: Xiggy?
Me: As in...Xigbar?
Demyx: Whoa, you're quick!
Xigbar: *with a whooshing sound heard behind Luke, a gruff voice was heard* No ones quicker than me, Kid...you should know that...
*Quickly turning around, Xigbar did show up, except hanging upside down, his grey/black ponytail hanging down*
Demyx: *happy sounding* Xiggy!
Me: *In my thoughts* And so Xigbar exists as well.
Xig: *still floating upside, a grin on his face, he chuckled*
Me: I take it...you put Demyx up to his "rescue mission"?
Demyx: Naw, Xigbar sent me out to do something else. *Checking his one pocket again*
Me: *Picking up on Demyx's thoughts* Demyx (mind): Man...I forgot about this gum...I want to try it, but Xiggy said no...
Me: *In my mind* Gum??
Demyx: I was over at the road end of the beach, Xiggy, but I didn't see anyone you were looking for.
Xig: Good... so.... who's the pussy? *pointing to Luke*
Me: Hey!
Luke: *his eyes once again narrowing, getting angry*
Me: Um, not a good idea to get him pissed. Calm down, dear.
*Luke sighed and nodded*
Me: I guess it can't be helped how some people are. Would either of you know of someone we're looking for?
Xig: What? A cure?
Me: Well, a remedy to be exact. To help Luke here with a "were-kitty" syndrome.
Xig: "Were-kitty"...hmhmhmhm
*Demyx then gave a sort of meow sound*
Luke: ¬.¬
Xig: I know of one thing that can help...
Me: Well, I apologize for intruding on all this... even though I don't know if we should apologize for being rescued and accused of being with an evil group...
Demyx: Yeah...how come you didn't say anything when you saw him, Xiggy? He was right there
*Xigbar just grinned, with his arms folded*
Me: What?
*All of a sudden, I started to worry and think for the worst*
*Xigbar chuckled*
Me: Okay, now you're scaring me.
Xig: *he shakes his head* Don't worry...I'm always like this.
Me: How do we know you can help us on this? And not try and poison Luke just because Demyx thought he was still with Millennium?
Xig: pfft...as if...
Me: Well, I take by the attitude…it seems we can trust you...
Demyx: Xiggy, I'm gonna go back on watch duty, 'kay?
Xig: Alright. Now... if you and the tiger would follow me.
*Heading up the road, Luke began to follow, holding your hand*
Me: I take it, from how you hung upside down like that, that you and Demyx aren't just ordinary guys.
Xig: We're definitely not *with a friendly smirk leading you and Luke to a nearby clearing, he kneels down by some tropical plant life. Hovering his finger over the flowers, he picks one and regroups* This should be the one to fix you up, furball.
Me: Are you also experienced with plants or remedies?
Xig: Kinda... Getting used to the scenery has its advantages.
Me: Do you and Demyx live here then?
Xig: Just to look after the place we're staying in. *handing you the flower; a bright pink and red lily*
Me: I think an island like this is Heaven to Demyx… Ah, it's so pretty.
Xig: *Xigbar grinned and looked to Luke* Hmmm... I'm guessing while you're here we may as well show off what we're looking after.
Luke: Hmmm... wouldn't it be best to find that little friend of yours?
Xig: *Xigbar nodded* The furry one has the brains.
Me: You also felt something too, hun?
Me: *whispering* maybe use your nose while you still can.
Luke: *Luke nodded, taking a big sniff* hmmm... *he looked into some nearby trees and began to walk into the wilderness*
Me: Luke? *following him*
Xig: Hmm and a sense of smell... *following*
*He continued to walk through the foliage*
Me: No, I think he still had that sense before becoming a cat boy.
*Along the private area of the small forest, Demyx finally unwrapped a piece of this "special" gum, the smell very strong, all the while popping it in to chew. A rustling was heard nearby as Luke emerged from the bushes, sniffing loudly*
Luke: I KNEW IT! BLUEBERRY!!!
Demyx: Guh Whoa!! *Slightly jumping and cringing from the call*
*Without warning, causing Demyx to swallow the gum* Demyx: *soft gulp*
Xig: Blueberry??..... DEMYX!!!
Demyx: Uh....*Hacking* Man... all I tasted was tomato soup and roast beef.
Luke: Oh no.... *his face dropping*
Me: *My face dropped as well, thinking I must be wishing for this to keep happening on a daily basis*
Demyx: Just as it was starting to taste like blueberries...
Luke: It should begin to kick in now...
Me: *Nodding apprehensively*
Demyx: No… I mean it's still there.
Luke: Like it's still coming? *nodding* it's definitely kicking in.
*Just then, Demyx's face began to flush a bright blue, along his cheeks up to his neck and hair*
Xig: Demyx...what's happening to your face?
Demyx: What are you talking about? *unaware of the sudden situation*
Xig: You're...you're BLUE!!!
Demyx: But I'm not sad...
Xig: Not that kinda blue, Kid.... like 'blue' blue.
*Xigbar pointed to Demyx's hand*
*The young man looked to his glove less hand and, for sure, saw it turn a bright blue, where as his own face became flushed with shock, from changing colors to the actual process taking over him*
Demyx: Eep! *Then, a swirl of black twirling mist, enveloped over him, changing his clothes into an entire black cloak, the same one I remember from the Kingdom Hearts game*
Xig: o.O errr..... getting a little... big for your clothes there? *pointing at his belly*
Me: More like, an entire change of clothes.
Demyx: *pleading, as sloshes were becoming more protruding* Xiggy??
Xig: I...I...I told you not to have it...
*His once slim belly becoming rounder, like he was slowly becoming pregnant*
Xig: You're blowin' up...like...like a balloon or something...
Demyx: Xiggy... *now worried*
Luke: *sighs* Every time..."like a blueberry" *rolling his eyes*
Xig: A what?
Demyx: Eeeeep! I don't wanna get fat!!
Luke: That's not fat...it's juice!
Xig: Wait...what...?
Luke: I take it you haven't seen the movie? *looking to Xigbar, not at all surprised*
Demyx: JUICE??
*Luke nodded as Demyx swelled more*
Me: Oh my... *my thumb covered up to my lips*
*Demyx softly wailed as he expanded further*
*Xigbar walked over, giving Demyx a soft poke in the mid-section*
Demyx: H-hey!
Me: Are you sure you should be that close to Demyx? No doubt, the juice will keep coming.
Luke: Hmmm....we need to juice him as soon as possible...
Xig: And how are we s'posed to do that? Stick him with a pin?!
Me: Oy...
*Demyx now quickly rounded out, limbs gone, but still sloshing about, swelling outward and moaning out*
*Xigbar began to step backwards more, his eyes wide*
Me: Demyx, spit out the gum!
Demyx: *muffling* I can't! I swallowed it!
Me: What!!
Luke: Oh no.....
Me: Shite...
Luke: Well this is certainly a new situation...
Me: Luke? *Turning to him*
Luke: *turning to you* How many people do you know that have swallowed that gum?
Me: *pursing in my lips* ...None, and I wish I took my palm top.
Luke: Definitely new territory here.
Xig: We've gotta help him!!!
Me: We will! But, how...
Luke: Flush the gum out?
Me: If only this was a reaction command in the game.
*Like the new Violet, Demyx grew in size as he swelled and sloshed, rolling in a small axis. Everyone looking up in awe as he began to tower over them*
Me: But how do we do that?
Luke: A hose...water? Something?
Me: Water? *realizing what can be done* *Calling up* Demyx? Do you happen to have water based abilities? Hmm, I don't think I can hear him...
Xig: I have an idea... hold my hand. *reaching for yours*
*holding your hand he begins to hover, making you feel lighter as he brings you to Demyx's head height*
Me: Whoa!
*Poor Demyx turning his blue head over*
Me: Demyx? Do you have water abilities? *He nodded his head* *Calling down to Luke* What can he do, hun?
Luke: He needs to focus the water into himself...flush out the gum!!!
Me: Alright...listen carefully...focus on the water into yourself...
Xig: Won't that...make him bigger?
Me: Not if it's just to get the gum out, right Luke?
Luke: *Luke nodded* Yes!
Me: Okay...remember Demyx...just to get the gum out!
Demyx: *worried over what was going on with him, he told himself to bring the water into himself. In his mind, forming a large water bubble. Granted, it did give off a fluid, rubbery look on the outside. All this time, Xigbar kept thinking "I hope this works". I looked to Xigbar while waiting for Demyx; out of context as to how I've seen him, he seemed very much concerned over Demyx's dilemma, no humor in his chiseled face and the gruffness melted away*
*The splashes from the bubble lodged onto the chewed gum in smaller bubbles, like white blood cells attaching to a bacteria, eventually leading the bubbled covered gum out of his system, floating along in the air as it came out*
Luke: It..actually..worked!!!
Me: ...Except now, the swelling didn't go down, but it isn't going up.
Luke: This is where the juicing should start then.
Me: *Sighs* any thoughts?
Luke: Well, a good squeeze never hurt anyone...
Me: I know that.
Xig: Like... *giving Demyx a hug, with a little squeeze*
*His arms, ironically, did not envelope the young guy. Demyx let out a weird sort of noise when squeezed*
Xig: Hmmm.. *squeezing again*
Demyx: Heep!
Me: There seems to be something to it *as I was placed behind the rounded side of Demyx's body* but it doesn't seem to be enough.
Luke: *Luke walks over* Hmmm.. what if we all squeezed?
Me: ...Worth a try
*Luke hugged Demyx next to Xigbar, and squeezed*
Me: Whoa! *still on top of Demyx and feeling a bit of skin moving up* Hmm..*softly feeling my hand along* it's working a little, but nothing...
Luke: This isn't working.. but this may work...*closing his eyes*
Xig: Standing there meditating? Come on!!
*Demyx still gulped down. Luke then began to grow taller and taller*
Demyx: *gulp* What's going on?
Xig: And that's where I draw the line...
*Watching as Luke grew more, just enough to be able to wrap his arms around Demyx*
Demyx: Yikes! *now seeing Luke, albeit taller*
Luke: *Smiling at him quickly* Don't worry, Demyx. I'm a friendly giant.
Me: Or mini-giant. He knows what he's doing, Demyx, just trust him.
*Luke nodded as he wrapped his arms around and gave another squeeze*
Me: Gently, hun.
*Slowly but surely, the juices were streaming out. Luke kept the pressure on*
Me: I know it's scary and all but, the juice is going away...and also the blue part on its own. You're not gonna die, if anything you helped us out getting the gum out. I promise you, it will be okay.
*Luke kept the pressure on Demyx, squeezing him down feeling his size decrease as well*
Demyx: It's working!
Luke: *grrrr* Almost...done....
*A couple of more squeezes were put in, letting the excess juice slip out, as his body slowly shrank down to a manageable height*
*Luke shrank down to help out squeezing Demyx back to normal*
Me: Ooh! *Leaping off*
*Demyx looked a tad pudgier now, until extra bits of juice were punctured out*
*By then, finally, Demyx returned to his skinny, leaner self, but still kept the shiny blue tone*
Luke: That should fade eventually.
*Demyx lunged a hug that reached along Luke's waist*
Luke: Easy there, hehe.
Demyx: Thank you thank you thank you!
Xig: Thanks. You did good out there, buddy. *giving Luke a hand shake*
*By a force that sees that the danger has passed, Demyx returned to his normal attire. I helped up the now blue guy from Luke's waist, telekinetically getting the gum pack out of his pocket and placed into one of mine for future study; maybe something on this island can help me find out how to make my own gum like this*
Luke: *sighing* Now that you're predicament is out of the way...what about mine?
Me: Umm, the lily there.
Luke: What must we do with it though? *turning to Xigbar for answers*
Xigbar: Well, all the equipment is back at the place we're taking care of...I suggest we head there.
*Nodding*
Demyx: Can it do anything about this? *remarking over the blue hue*
Xigbar: We'll see, kid.
*Demyx pondered to himself which was worse: being fat or being blue?*
Me: You should be fine as long as no one thinks twice of seeing blue people for any reason.
*Luke followed Xigbar through the trees and bushes, a few minutes away from the path that would lead to the place in which Luke could be helped.*
Demyx: *almost in a whisper that only I could hear* At least no one will know anything about blue puddles back there.
Me: *Confused* Why is that?
Demyx: Well, it's more secluded than anything, so...
Xigbar: Yep.... not many people are around here lately... did used to be a hot spot for problems such as Kitty over here.
Me: Used to be?
*Xigbar didn't get to quite answering it further, when we reached our destination*
Luke: *Luke caught sight of it first* My.... *there stood a cottage-like appearance, a small store sign hanging on one chain, and a tree through the roof on the one side*
Me: Huh?? There's a tree in there!
Xig: Yes....that's the kid's fault right there. *chuckling*
Demyx: *flustered* It's a tree, right? It would need water, right?
*Xigbar gave a grin to Demyx*
Me: It must be fun practicing to climb.
Demyx: All the more better to be like Xiggy! *giving a cocky grin to me*
*As Luke passed further, his tail moved along and brushed at Demyx's side*
Demyx: Huh?
Luke: Oh...hehe sorry...it's getting in the way.
Me: I would think a cat's tail has a mind of its own.
Demyx: Really?
Luke: hehehe
*Inside, the home/store had a very homey feel to it; very earthen-like with red orange walls when bare, hand made wooden shelves displayed glass cased vials of different sizes and shapes. A round wooden table with chairs was in the middle, a little closer to the doorway because of the large thick tree strangely calmly growing in the middle of the space, some small branches out and about. A stairway that curved toward the space of a hall was at the left*
Me: It's like walking into a Hobbit story.
Xig: Isn't it? *giving a huge grin*
Demyx: ...Are they like small, stubby Heartless?
Me: What? *Looking to Demyx*
Demyx: Uh... *realizing he said something again, a faint purple blush along his nose and cheeks*
Me: *Calming him* Oh, it's okay, it's okay. I've...heard about them, but I don't think Hobbits are Heartless. Now, uh Xigbar...
Xigbar: *looking through the shelves for a few things*
Demyx: *tapping me* Hey, Ally, there's a trick that the tree can do...courtesy of me... *from his open palm, a shimmering and wobbling bubble appeared, encompassing more of his hand. A quick flick, and the bubble streamed in the air, hitting against the thin branches and twigs. Somehow, the water caused it to bloom into blue shimmering flowers, and rows suddenly sprang up all along the tree...*
Luke: Amazing!
*With big squirts, the flowers erupted with sprays of water and shot out in the directions from the blue "pollen"*
Demyx: Dance, water dance!
Luke: Hehe.
*Except, the water began to "dance" too quickly, as the floor formed bigger puddles, the water dripping too powerfully and too high, the water level rising*
Xig: Demyx.... ¬.¬
Demyx: Ah cra....
*the water came out too fast, from the outside, water erupted from the open glass-less windows, a water fountain of a home, flooding the house inside, with gushes of water spraying into the open. When the water stopped, we were left soaking wet*
Me: *coughing water*
Luke: *cough* Over done it.
*Demyx just shook the water off his head* Demyx: That's funny. It didn't go that far before...
*Xigbar, with an almost comical look of frustration, bluntly put his hand to his forehead and wiped his face down before ringing out his ponytail*
Me: *cough* Whoa...
Xig: Well...that's bed wetting out of the way...
*I snorted and just laughed out loud over what just happened*
*Luke chuckled too*
Demyx: *slumping his shoulders* Oohh...
Me: *softly giggling* Nno, Demyx...not what he said, but... Oh my god, that was the best I've ever seen!
Demyx: It was?
*Nodding while breathing in. After it was said and done, and some drying, Xigbar set up the equipment needed for the lily to work*
Xig: Right...now I just need to crush this in something...ah! *picking up what was needed*
Me: I'm surprised you didn't even recoil when the floor was getting soggy, Luke.
Luke: Well it's only water hehe.
Me: Staying true to your element.
*Xigbar continued to crush the lily into a fine paste*
Me: *So much for fleeting beauty I thought*
Xig: Really?
*He now placed the paste into a small container mixed with other liquids and gave it a vigorous shake*
Me: A martini, old world style *joking*
Demyx: Kind of smells like peppermint...
Xig: Hmmmm...
*Xigbar then poured the liquid, which was now bright yellow and thick, into a saucer*
Me: Oh boy.
Xig: There was no real pun there, Kitty... *trying hard to not make a joke of it at Luke's expense*
Me: Okay hun.
Luke: *picking up the saucer* So, I drink this and everything should be okay?
*With Luke pondering, I saw the blue in Demyx's hand begin to fade away*
Demyx: Ooh *getting a chill as the blue shrank away*
Xig: Cold there, kid? hehe
Me: Ah, the blue is going away.
*He slowly became relieved, knowing he was back to being his self as before*
Luke: *Luke looked into the yellow liquid, and quickly drank it, wincing at the bitterness of it* ugh!
Me: Oh, so much for peppermint.
Luke: Smells it...but definitely doesn't taste it.
*With his white tail sticking violently up and fluffing up, it shirked back into Luke with a pop*
Luke: Whoa!
Demyx: Whoa!
Xig: Very whoa...
*His fluffy ears also zipped out of sight with mild pops. He placed his paws on top of his head as they changed back to hands*
Me: Ooh. You're back to normal now too.
Luke: At last :D.
Me: Only room for one cat in our house.
*Luke walked over and gave a tight hug, breathing a sigh of relief*
Me: *sighing*
Demyx: You mean like a real cat...not one that looks like people?
Luke: Yes...a real cat.
Demyx: Probably a cute one.
Me: She's a kitten.
*Xigbar tidied up the equipment and leaned on the desk he had worked on*
*Demyx's face now back to its original pink skin tone*
Me: Anyway, thank you guys so much for your help.
Xig: Any time.
Me: And there wasn't any extra work for Demyx either.
Me: But...we still never got to see who it was we were supposed to meet to help Luke.
Xig: Well...to be honest...we've been waiting here a long time for him to get back...I honestly believe he's not coming back. *frowning to the floor*
Me: Who is?
Demyx: *looking concerned* What do you mean, Xiggy? Of course he'll come back, he has to.
Xig: *sighs*
Me: Still don't know who you're referring to.
Xig: Demyx...kid...I don't think Luxur's coming home...
Demyx: Eh...
Me: Luxur?
*Xigbar nodded*
Demyx: But...
Xig: No buts...
*Demyx sort of fell onto Xigbar's shoulder, shielding his eyes and face*
Me: Oh...I'm..sorry
*Xigbar wrapped his arm around Demyx, in a soft hug*
Demyx: *sobbing* But...if it wasn't for him...
Me: You must really care about him, Demyx. Maybe, if it doesn't hurt too much, a little explanation about you guys and who Luxur is?
*While Xigbar explained a few things, comforting Demyx, Luke began to sense a warm heat behind him...burning red. He turned to find nothing there; only a mirror, still wet from the water incident. He stared into it deeply, only seeing his reflection*
Me: *Turning to his staring in the mirror* Luke? Honey?
Luke: Hmmm *staring* something's a bit odd.
Me: What is?
Luke: that mirror
Me: Hmm, it still has some streaks from the water. Eh? *Then, the rims on the glass started burning a bright deep red, like it was slowly turning into fire*
Me: Luke!
*Luke backed up and stood in a stance he hadn't used for some time*
*My hand was clenched along his coat shirt while my other hand clenched a fist, ready to project my knife when needed. The feeling was there; still the same when this red evil image appeared some time ago; coming out from a puff of red smoke*
*Xigbar headed against the counter, his frown slowly becoming a grin*
Me: You guys better stand your ground!
Demyx: *softly* No way... Is it?
Xigbar: Yeah...yeah it is.
Demyx: Luxur?!
Luke and I: WHhatt?
*Xigbar nodded as the mirror began to ripple*
Me: *Now turning back to the mirror* You mean...he's the red demon??
Xigbar: Demon?
Demyx: Luxur?
Xig: What..happened to you?
Luxur: *panting and growling heavily*
Demyx: *curious while concerned* What's going on? Where have you been?
*Demyx, unsure if he should see closer, slowly moved up. Luxur looked to Demyx, still growling*
Demyx: Luxur, it's us...Xiggy, me...
Luke: errr...Demyyyyyyyx *nervous*
*Luxur's growling getting a little rougher now*
Demyx: You called me your pupil...you always let me see what magic you did...and you picked me up because I was little then...
Me: Demyx! He's...
Demyx: *to almost no one* It is him! You did come back!
*Luxur's eyes narrowed, getting angry*
Xig: *Xigbar now began to get nervous* Demyx!!!
Me: It's not him! Snap out of it!
Xig: It's him.. but not... *feeling concerned and confused*
*To Demyx, Luxur was like another father, outside of Xigbar*
Me: Can't be trusted! *I then let my arm out in front of him, to try and hold him back* Demyx, please. It...it looks like him.. but we know him...
Luke: My god, this is taking me back...hide the edible stuff!
*I saw in his head, the memories of when he was "reborn", taken in by Luxur, a kinder looking man back then, Xigbar came later as a younger man, eventually developing his scars. Demyx was afraid of him at first, but Xigbar started as an older brother figure, trying to scare him too much from his old wounds. His memories consisted very much of him younger and smaller, like it was all he could think of; was he being tricked by these thoughts, to play his sympathy? I tried calling to him inside his head, telling him it's me*
*Trying to help his other visions of wanting to be like someone, wishing he wasn't so short*
*Another voice, an angry one, screamed at me to get out; by the striking of some ghostly hands inside the mind frame, it struck, "tapped" along the back of Demyx's head*
*Sending a painful tingle down along his back; in reality dropping him to his knees as he yelped out*
Xig: Demyx! *rushing over, he gets a look from Luxur, causing him to freeze on the spot*
Me: Luke!
*Why couldn't Xigbar use space to move to another area?*
*Since I was no longer able to get back inside Demyx's mind, I used another mental advantage. Trying to locate any knives or cutting objects from this area, they moved about from drawers, flung off wall boards, poised in the air, sending them to Luxur to stop any of his mental grasps*
RD: *Luxur began to lose focus, looking around and straight at you* I'll get you like I did the first time grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!
Me: SHUT UP! *The knives were sent flying*
RD: *one knife digging into his abdomen* gahhhhgrrrrrr!!
*Another stabbed itself along his left shoulder blade*
RD: Gahhh!!!!
*Luxur drops to his knees, growling*
RD: *breathing heavily* You'll pay for this.. or rather...your little friend here. *Looking to Demyx*
*On his knees, his hand clutched to his checkered shirt, breathing heavily*
Demyx: Ehuh?
Me: What do you mean?!
RD: *smirking, his eyes began to burn red*
Me: But he's like your son!
RD: Son? Pah! That WAS me.... the change was for the better!
Me: Change?
RD: I wasn't always like this... you saw.... now stop delaying the inevitable! *his eyes still burning*
Me: *Now really mad, I turned to my husband* ...Luke... I give you permission to go apeshit on him!
Luke: Permission accepted...GAH!!! *Rushing to Luxur, swinging and hoping to land a crushing blow*
*Luxur dodges, still focusing on Demyx.... "You wanted to be taller..so be it..."* *"or maybe smaller was well..."*
*The thoughts sending mixed signals as the two battle it out*
*With that thought, Luxur's eyes burned their hardest into Demyx..and he vanished into a red puff of dust*
Demyx: Aaaahh...
Me: *My hand grasping on his arm* Demyx, hang on!
*As Luxur disappeared yet again, the pain along his back and head were gone, leaving him to slowly open his own glassy red eyes*
*I helped bring Demyx back up, who somehow looked "bulkier" than before, like his appearance was the same, but different from mine altogether*
Luke: Is everyone alright?
Me: *I nodded* Yeah...Demyx?
Demyx: I feel a little funny...
Xigbar: *now unfreezing* Ughhh where have I been? >.<
Demyx: Xiggy!
Me: Oooh, yeah, forgot you were still frozen.
Xig: *Xigbar shook off the cobwebs* ugh Demyx...are you alright? You look a little....
*Demyx gave him a big hug, which calculated as covering Xigbar's face in front of his chest*
Me: Demyx? What..happened to you?
Xig: *muffled* Whoa!
Demyx: *voice slightly different* What are you talking about? *Letting go of Xiggy, realizing where he hugged him*
Luke: Demyx..you seem a bit...
Demyx: Aren't you usually taller, Luke?
Me: He is supposed to be! You're the one that's taller now!
Demyx: What? Noo!
*Not only did Demyx stand taller than Xigbar, but now he passed Luke in height...or just the stretching of his neck on its own, before his shoulders "bulk" out and letting the rest of him grow up*
Luke: First one situation, and now this one...
*Demyx meekly cried out in his own fashion as he slowly grew up more, his head now slowly bonking on the wooden ceiling*
Demyx: Ow!
*Luke looked up, as did Xigbar*
Xigbar: What in the....
*I stepped back as the space was getting more and more crowded*
Me: Demyx? *I asked in a shaky concerned voice*
Luke: I propose we get out of here....give the kid some room?
*The growth sped up a little more, his body and legs stretching out, quickly landing him on the floor, bent at the knees and his shoulder blades against the oak tree*
Xigbar: Agreed!!
Demyx: What's happening to me?? *his own voice shaky with fear, head scrunched*
*Xigbar on his own disappeared in a wavy flash*
*Luke grabbed me inside his arms and literally sped out of there*
Demyx: Guys? GUYS??
*You all stood outside, Demyx's cries heard within, moaning over his wails*
Xigbar: *leaning into Luke* errr....He's gonna break through...right?
Me: I know it's for our safety, but I can't stand him wailing like that without us there.
Xig: You're not the only one.
*We waited for what seemed like so long, to see if Demyx would indeed break through the little cottage store. But nothing happened"
Luke: Something's wrong now.... *Luke began to walk slowly closer, curious*
*He opened the door almost gingerly, no other things going on inside, outside of a very large boy very much wedged inside the cottage*
Luke: Demyx...?
Demyx: Oohhh...
*the large tree was on its way to breaking further, chipping at the sides and falling at its roots. Demyx was trying to wiggle his way out*
Demyx: ...I'm stuck!
Luke: Understandable....er... *looking for a solution* Finding a way of shrinking you? *looking to Demyx with a nervous grin* *looking at the tree* An axe?
Demyx: WHAT?? *Shrieking, thinking the axe was for him*
Luke: Not for you! *tut, Rubbing his ear*
Me: *Calling out, now in the back of Luke* Demyx, are you okay?
Xig: Kid....Kid!!?
Demyx: It's getting cramped in here! *almost whining* This is worse than when I was in the UnderWorld!
Xig: Don't worry...we'll figure something out...somehow...
Demyx: *softly grunting* But that's what you said when you were told to assign me there!
Xig: Gah...
Luke: Alison...any ideas?
Me: *Sighing* I'm stumped here.
Luke: Same.... there's only one option and that's wait it out...
Demyx: Wait? I can't wait!
*Xigbar sighed*
*Demyx moaned again, looking over the ceiling at his predicament, trying to move but only making the tree move back and crash away*
Me: Oy! *jumping back, only seeing minor dust clouds*
Luke: Easy there...
Demyx: *Sighing* Why do these things always happen to me?
*I had a feeling Demyx answered his own question, or at least Xigbar would know the answer*
Xig: With age comes experience, kid.
*Demyx really wanted to cry then, annoyed over the tiny space and so big with a heavy sigh, heavy because of the change in voice, he felt funny again. It felt like he was being tugged down, except all over. The cottage was no longer cramped, as Demyx started to shrink, becoming smaller and smaller quickly*
Luke: Ah....patience IS a virtue.
Xigbar: *watching Demyx shrink down*
Me: Yes...but it seems more patience is needed! *noting how he continued shrinking quickly while still sitting down, knees up, until he decreased to about 3 or 4 inches*
Demyx: *his voice slightly squeakier* I'm...small?
Xigbar: Very....
Me: ...Small.
Demyx: Yiiikes! *scurrying over to my feet, holding close to the tip of the clog shoe*
*Xigbar knelt down and held his hand out*
*Demyx looked to there, seeing the large black gloved hand offered on the floor. He slowly moved to the hand, normal touch of clothing as his cloak outfit, somewhat comfortable as opposed to remembering how Xigbar's hand felt rough. The hand now rising up*
Demyx: Now everything's too big!
Me: Wow...this is like the smallest I've ever seen someone.
Luke: Very true. *inspecting Demyx*
Demyx: Eh, eh, hey...what are you doing? *jumping back*
Luke: Didn't mean to scare you.
Me: But something else is brought up...is it safe to be here, for you guys to be here now?
*thinking back to how his father handled Luke when he was small. Demyx looked more forlorn, looking at the ground or Xigbar's palm. By then, Demyx grew to 7 inches and stopped*
Xigbar: I think patience is out the window now...any idea on how to return him to normal? *turning to you and Luke, a look of concern on his face*
Me: But how can he return to normal when this has happened on its own twice already?
Me: What would Lu...I mean...
Luke: Were you going to suggest me? :P
*Shaking my head, not wanting to say Luxur's name for Demyx's sake*
Luke: Ah...
*Demyx plopped down, legs misshapen, one up and the other tucked in. He was quiet all this time besides his "too big" outburst, then slowly started sniffling, giving out a sob, hiccupping sound; tears too small to see*
Demyx: hee..he..he..
Xig: Aw, kid.
*He softly cried more*
Me: Ohh, Demyx... *softly myself and more worried*
*Luke looked down*
Me: I know it looks bad, but something will be done...it's happened before when we thought we were in a rut... Maybe, we should take you guys back with us.
Luke: That would be the best option.
Me: *Gathering up anything needed from the cottage, we made it back home, relieved to be somewhere else where we could relax safely. I in turn, feeling so shaken by Luxur's reaction, went to check up on Heather, picking her up and cradling her* There we are, sweetie....mommy's home...
Luke: So is daddy. *chuckling, as Xigbar followed with Demyx on his shoulder*
Demyx: Hmm? *looking forward curiously*
Me: Didn't expect me to be a mother, did you?
*Heather also in turn noticed the tiny Demyx, eying curiously like a cat that never saw a mouse or something small and living*
*While still on Xigbar's shoulder like an appropriate parrot ensemble, Demyx started to grow again*
Demyx: Whoa...
Xig: Easy there, kid... Think we should set him down somewhere?
Luke: I would say so
*But Demyx proved quick out of his control, as he kept growing until he was normal sized and making Xigbar sink on his back, leaning/hanging onto him like an awkward piggy back ride*
Xig: NE-ver mind.
*Holding him up with a grunt, just barely*
Demyx: Come on, Xiggy! I'm not that heavy!
Xig: hehehehe.
Me: At least you're normal size..for now.
*now back inside the living room space, Xigbar's arms on the back of an easy chair and sitting/sprawling, Luke in his comfortable separate chair, with me having the play pen near the end of the couch arm as I sat, with Demyx sitting on the couch top with his leg bent, almost as a lax/comfortable way he would sit for his age*
Demyx: *curiously looking at Heather* Cute baby.
Me: Yeah, she really is, she's looks just like her father.
Luke:
*Out of his hand and arm, bubbles appeared out, forming a now solid sitar, blue and shaped in the symbol from Organization XIII. He strummed out a few strings, sounding very smooth and soothing, doing this for Heather*
Xig: She likes your playing, from the look of things.
Me: Or more relaxed. I never saw a sitar up close.
Demyx: *still strumming* It's one of the best things I own... and even now I can still bring it out any time I want, like I used to.
*Xigbar nodded with a grin*
Me: Speaking of which... given that you guys used to be with Organization XIII, but are now somehow alive... why did Luxur do this to himself? *The sitar strumming stopped*
Xig: I have no idea...but part of me wants to think that he didn't do it to himself.... not willingly.
Demyx: Hey wait...how do you know about Org. 13?
Me: *Realizing what I said of my mistake myself, almost shifty eyed* Uhmm.
Luke: Oh she just read up on it...it's a very famous organization, as you know. *Looking to you with a grin*
Demyx: Really?
*Luke nodded*
Me: *Nodding* Yeah, at least infamous in underground magic groups.
Demyx: Oh.
Xig: Lemme just fight the big head of fame for a second.
Me: I also meant to ask *to Demyx* Demyx, where exactly did you get that gum?
*As if reminded of something, he searched along his pockets and found the pack gone*
Demyx: hey where'd it go?
*I in turn pulled out the crumpled back from my pocket to show*
Luke: Ahhh.
Me: This gum pack is exactly the one we've dealt with before. How'd you get it?
Xigbar: Well, funny you should say that.
*He mentions of their own mission in New York, around the time that we went there for our vacation, getting lead on's about Doc's whereabouts*
Me: I guess it's good to know the homeless man didn't blue up.
Xig: *nodding* Very.
Me: At least though Demyx, we hope it'll only happen to you once...Lukie here had it happen to him twice.
*Luke nodded*
Me: And his father got into the act by the same pack.
Demyx: *hand moving behind his mullet hair* Umm..this might sound strange talking about it, but...I'm kinda starving.
Luke: Actually after all that 'excitement' I'm kinda peckish too.
Me: Oh? And you were the one that cried out to hide all the edible stuff? *poking his knee*
*Luke blushed and chuckled*
Me: Hehe, I guess a snack is in order then.
Luke: *Luke stood up* Want me to help out?
Me: Sure.
Demyx: Hey, I wanna help out too. *getting off the couch*
Luke: Alright then.
Me: Well, I can make this for a snack *pointing at something for Luke to see* unless your uncle didn't eat it all.
Luke: hmmmm...yes.*putting something together*
Me: I know a person's weight is that person's business, but haven't you noticed Emmit is a little...heavier?
Luke: Errr... I notice...I just didn't say.
Me: Hmm...how concerned should we be? I'm having a hard time keeping chocolate in the house; and I know I want some around when the time of the month comes along...
Luke: Maybe not too concerned until something big happens?
Me: *Muffling* D'oh, made a pun there dear.
Luke: Hehehehe oh well. :P
Demyx: *Nosing in* What are you guys talking about?
Luke: Oh,...nothing important.
*Which in the back of my mind somewhere nagging of it*
*The dessert was made, along with drinks, but Xigbar wasn't hungry though. Demyx dug right into his slice*
Xig: Easy there.
Demyx: *chew* But it's so good!
Xig: Maybe....but that's no need to inhale it, hehe.
Demyx: *gulp* Just a growing boy, that's what Luxur always says...
Me: *thinking of something* You didn't happen to see Emmit when we came home, did you Luke?
Luke: No....why? *looking just a little concerned*
Me: He was looking after Heather while we were gone. *bottle feeding Heather then*
Luke: Maybe he left to find a chocolate store? *trying to lighten the mood*
Me: Eh hehehe.
*Right then, Emmit came out of our bedroom, looking like he just woke up*
Emmit: *yawning*
Me: There you are.
*And as Luke noticed as well, he was a little bulkier, particularly along his stomach, legs and arms*
Luke: Hmmmm.
*Demyx almost choked on his forkful when he saw Emmit, then quickly gulping down* No way! That's him! That's him, Xiggy! The Doc!
Xig: Gah!
Me: What? No...that isn't Doc. I mean, it's kind of him, but really isn't. That's Emmit Woltez.
Emmit: *giving a wave and a grin*
Me: I really am surprised you couldn't tell the difference. Their looks are like miles apart.
Xig: We'll...some part of me recognizes the pudge.. *giving Emmit's tummy a prod with a grin*
Demyx: Pudge? But he isn't supposed to be fat.
Xig: Well, I've seen things you haven't kid...this is one of them.
Emmit: *Emmit backed off* Er-hmm!!
Me: You mean, you know about Doc's little "secret"?
Xig: Well... is it much of a secret? *giving a relaxed shrug*
Me: I figured no one else from Millennium knew that Doc could hide his true weight...maybe his henchman there don't even know themselves.
Demyx: But what do you mean? *Still confused* How can any one hide their weight? Isn't it supposed to be plain visible??
Me: Only Doc can...and Emmit. Which leads to think, Xigbar, that you have more answers to all this.
Xig: Not much.... it's a technique he learnt way back when. *folding his arms*
Me: Well, yes...as I saw inside his thoughts. But...again, why were you in our bedroom, Emmit? *turning back to him*
Emmit: Err.. vell..
Me: *Index to my mouth* Were you tired or something?
Emmit: Vould you blame me?
Me: *Shaking her head* I figure a couch is only comfortable for so long...if the option was still available, your nephew could shrink you down and set you up the old familiar setting like before?
Emmit: *his face dropping* Err....
Me: I mean...
Demyx: *pointing* He was small too?
Me: Well...that's a story in and of itself... Just continue with me for a bit, I want to put Heather down so we can talk more. *then excusing myself for Heather's nursery*
*Emmit took a seat, having a quick introduction with Xigbar and Demyx while I did my motherly thing*
Demyx: So...are you also Doc? Or, just something completely different?
Emmit: Part of him...the good part...the part he locked away long ago.
Demyx: Really? I guess it must be really dark and...lonely in there... *thinking back to how he was in the darkness twice in his life, and somehow coming back as a younger version of himself as a full human again*
*Xigbar placed his hand on Demyx's shoulder comforting him*
Demyx: I'm sorry... I guess I don't like thinking about that anymore.
Xigbar: Yeah, well. Hard to believe, but I'm not so keen with the Org. anymore either. Guess I've been finally human for too long...
Emmit: Nothing wrong with that.... *grinning*
Demyx: Who'd have thought that there are others looking for him too?
Xigbar: *to Luke* You've been quiet for some time, blondie. Think you guys have the answers?
Luke: We have some answers...but we're pretty much in the same boat as you...we don't know the full story, let alone what happened to you friend Luxur...
*Demyx, once again feeling the strain of the situation* Demyx: Why would he do that to me? I thought he cared about me?
*Emmit, while excusing himself, still listened to the boy's plight, searching around for an extra sweet, seeing that he finished off the other dessert on the table*
Luke: That thing back there wasn't him, Demyx...it was something evil...
Xigbar: *eying up* Like some...shell?
Luke: More along the lines of a new being altogether...
Demyx: A No-
Xigbar: Body?
*Slowly, Demyx's body began to react, feeling the tightening and stretching like before along his back, tingling him up into his gut*
Luke: *Luke knitted his eyes* Is it...again?
Demyx: huh?
*Then shaking his head, then his hands slowly set to his stomach* Demyx: Oo
Luke: O.O
Xigbar: Kid, what is it? What's the matter?
Me: *While inside the nursery, I knelt down over Heather, who was playing and tossing some blocks in her crib. I watching not only her play, but also seem to stare at nothing, thinking again about Demyx, how hurt it even makes me, as I say to myself* I... just can't understand it... I know I lose my temper, but to do that to someone...to anyone... and especially Demyx... like his own child; so lost and afraid...needing someone...
*Demyx slid out of his chair*
Luke: Errr....*trying to think of something, now not seeming so quick*
*Taking a piece of rich chocolate, Emmit noticed the next strange occurrence. Not only was the boy slightly growing, but he felt a little off himself*
Emmit: Hmmm...perplexing *holding his belly*
Demyx: Wwhat's going on?
Emmit: *Emmit began to waddle in* I must say I feel a little...heavy... *now definitely looking visibly larger than before*
*Switching turns from Demyx to Emmit, not notably surprised* Xigbar: I'll say.
Emmit: Oooofff.. this is....*gaining a little weight*
Luke: *Raising an eyebrow*
*Demyx approached the eight foot mark, bending his head*
Xigbar: Tsk, forget this! *grabbing Demyx's slightly bigger gloved hand, he used a dark portal to open up and bring the two of them through*
Luke: Gah! *Luke speedily followed*
Emmit: *now very rotund, he waddled a little more* I need..*puff* a little help...
Me: Hmm? *hearing some scuffle, I quickly picked up Heather, unsure if it was an emergency, getting her already made bag and fully clothed, I opened the nursery door, Xigbar and Demyx gone and Luke entering into some dark portal, Emmit left to himself and slowly gaining*
Emmit: Alison!! *Emmit tried to waddle to you* I don't know vhat's vrong vith me...
Me: This is a lot more serious, as I thought. *still holding Heather on my arm while her bag was strapped along my other shoulder, now approaching Emmit* Where is everyone?
Emmit: They entered this portal here. *pointing*
Me: It looks so familiar *now moving closer to it* Can you move on your own or...?
Emmit: *looking worried* I may be too fat to get through... *scanning it with his eyes*
Me: *Shaking* I don't think so...a portal like this can bring anyone who can open or command it by any means. And I don't think you're that fat... *not wanting to add in "at this point"*
Me: *Heather murmured, unsure of what was going on* It's okay sweetie, I won't leave you alone.
*Leading his hand in. We entered the dark portal, knowing what it would feel like for the first time, entering a darkness of some kind, but would it lead me or us to where the others are, or another place.*
*There were swirls of blue along the real moving darkness swirls, but we were lead to a location that was very familiar: the back yard area behind Jan and Ginger's house, or at least closest to a forest open patch*
Emmit: Hmmmm! *waddling behind*
Me: Wow...the portal led us to the other's house.
*With an interesting curiosity, Heather waggled her fingers in and out, interested in looking at the pudgy areas of Emmit's slowly growing form*
Emmit: *Emmit giggled a little* That tickles!
*Heather giggled in her baby voice as well*
Heather: Soffie!
Me: *Calling out* Luke! Xiggy! Demyx!!
Emmit: *waddling* I can't see them...
Me: *Looking around, I saw something white and something with grey and black* It has to be them! *Pointing over to an opening of trees and making our way there*
Heather: Dada? Dada?
Emmit: I suggest this way. *pointing*
Me: Okay.
Emmit: *waddling along*
*Going along the path Emmit pointed to*
Me: *Calling out again* Guys? Anyone?
*Then, I spotted, or Heather rustled in my arm, when she saw Luke for certain* Heather: DADA!
Emmit: Hmm? *looking too*
*Luke was still following Xigbar and Demyx*
Me: Luke!
Luke: Hmm? *turning around*
Heather: Dada! Dada!
Luke: Heather! *walking over he gave you and Heather a hug*
Me: mmm. But, where are Xigbar and Demyx? *Looking around, Luke picking Heather out of my arm*
Luke: They're up ahead...but I think I've lost them.
Me: What happened?
*Elsewhere, Xigbar kept Demyx at a spot where it was open, with a few large rocks to sit on, trees all around, as Demyx grew past ten feet tall instead of ever feeling ten feet tall*
*Demyx continued to rise up, his arms and shoulders locked closer to himself, as if somehow being bounded, confused as to what was happening to him, now 25 feet tall*
Demyx: Xiggy, why is this happening again??
Xigbar: In all honesty, kid, *watching Demyx's growth quicken, from his view he already blocked the trees behind him and no doubt his head peaking over the tops, shielding his eyes looking up* I was hoping this would make you a little shorter. But it looks like you're still growing up.
*When Demyx reach an extra 50 feet, he jutted to a stop* Demyx: Uhwhoa!
*Demyx moved his head, looking over the open view above the tree tops, then looked down, Xigbar some feet away from his feet. His bright green eyes began to glitter, cringing as tears began to fall down his cheeks, crying in this now changed voice*
Xig: Easy there, kid... *dodging a tear*
Me: *Demyx slid with his knees locked and landed with a heavy thud on the ground, very down and still crying* It's not fair!! I hated being short, but not like this!
Me: *I heard a loud crash from somewhere* Did you hear that?
Luke: *turning to the sound quickly* This way...
*Emmit waddled trying to keep up*
Me: Um, hun, do you think you can help Emmit here?
Luke: ERmmm... o.O
*Luke used his agility to help Emmit. With added effort, Luke managed to bring Emmit with him, me with Heather again, as we found the former Organization members*
Me: There they are! *Pointing more toward the larger young man than anything else*
Luke: Ah...it seems we have a "little" problem now.
*Demyx squeaked a few more deep sobs*
Me: Oh, you guys...
Xig: Hey.... come on kid...
Demyx: *sniff*
Me: Oh dear...Demyx...
Xig: Guys... *looking to you and Luke*
Me: I take it this happened on its own? *Heather curiously looked up to Demyx*
Xig: *nodding* He can't control it from the looks of things.
Demyx: *hic* I'm..scared...help me...
Me: Demyx.. it's okay. I know it looks bad, but it is okay. We'll find a way through this, you'll see. And even though, if forbid we can't, this doesn't make you any different than before.
Luke: Yes... and I'm one with experience on this.
Me: See *thumbing Luke* You have a good teacher here to help you through. I know it can be scary if you don't have control over it, but no matter what your shoe size is, you'll have larger things that count.
*Unsure of what to do next, I tried to give a comfort pat gesture along his...leg*
*Luke gave a grin to your words*
Me: And even though, it may be better being small, that too can also have its doubts...but try and see it a different way...
Demyx: A different way? *unsure of what to make of my words* How?
Me: Well...for one *looking to Xigbar* you have him...that is all that matters.
Xig: That's true.
Me: And I know it's really tough and it hurts really badly, even though I'm not you, to just lose someone like Luxur and for someone you see as a parent to do that, but, everyone has their choices they make; he must've had his reasons for making that, maybe tricked into it, I don't know. You also have a choice too Demyx: either use this or lose yourself. I know it's harsh, but it's up to you. You have a heart and a soul now; do what you really wanted to do with one.
*Unsure at first, Demyx really wanted to express what he felt because of me; gently, he scooped me in his hand, including Heather with her cooing noises*
Demyx: Wow *his voice slightly higher, lightened without the sobbing* no one's ever talked to me like that...it...feels odd having emotions...even though I thought I had them. I mean, what I'm trying to say...is...thanks...yeah.
Chapter 22: Blue Moon Rising
Summary:
More berry shenanigans (and this time not just Allie).
Chapter Text
*After that little talk, we pressed for Jan, Ginger and Steve's. Myself now back on the ground, letting Heather be held by Luke and Xigbar now carried in Demyx's open glove palm, still at his enlarged size and brushing past trees, shrubs and branches. Emmit was also carried in the same hand, albeit slightly crowded*
Luke: just up ahead *pointing*
*Xigbar was subtly trying to push the fat from Emmit away*
Xig: grrr, could ya stop leaning like that?
Demyx: *Being strict-like* Xiggy! He can't help it if he's like that
Xig: ........whoa o.O
*Calling* is everything ok up there?
Xig: er..yeah...we're good!
Me: Alright! Ah, here we are. This home belongs to another of our friends, guys, including Luke's brother
Xig: hmmm
Demyx: ooh... *looking over the house, now very curious and mesmerized by the size of it compared to him, swaying as he moved his head to look over it, the 2 gentleman on his hand also swaying*
Xig: whoa easy kid...
*The medium sized window from the master bedroom creaked opened, with Jan leaning on the pane readying to smoke a few puffs. When he caught notice of our troop on the ground...and something very large in the way*
Jan: *sputtering from the inhale* WHAT. THE. FUCK!
Luke: ..and hello to you too, Jan
Demyx: Ehh! *crying out from the scream, then quickly bringing his head down, as if Jan looked very interesting to see*
Jan: Don't hello me, man! It ain't what you... *now watching Demyx* The fuck are you doing here??
Demyx: You're that guy who tried to wrestle the Guitar Hero store guitar from me, aren't you? *coyly saying so*
Jan: Only for a fuckin' second! And you were the one cryin' like a little bitch!
Demyx: *Mischievous* Guess I'm not so "little" now, huh?
Jan: So what!? I'm used to this crap
Luke & Xig: THAT'S ENOUGH!!
Ginger: *From afar* What the hell are you yelling at, Jan!? *Now appearing in front of the window*
Ginger: *gasp* So, you did pick on a kid at that store in New York? *hands on her hips*
Demyx: Hey, how come you guys aren't scared of me?
Me: As I've said, they're our friends...
*Later on, with the rest of us at average heights back inside the house, with Demyx's face peering from the outside living room window, waiting for Steve to arrive*
Luke: so he should only be half hour, Jan?
Jan: Yea, that's what he said *one leg up with his arm leaning on, a look on his face because he didn't enjoy a cigarette in peace*
Luke: good.. I think Demyx is getting a little...er...
Me: hmm?
Ginger: now, what exactly happened here?
*Luke began to talk about all that had happened, including the Luxur encounter*
Jan: Are you shitin' us bro? That red fuck who did "that" to you?
Me: Demyx, are you alright?
*Emmit, who was a seat upon himself, had Heather on his rounded form, slightly smaller than before*
Demyx: *To Jan* You curse alot, don't you?
*Jan rolled his eyes*Jan: Like that's any of your business, mullet head
Me: *smirk* don't anyone blame me if "your" niece starts swearing *to Jan as well*
Me: You're not having another "spurt", are you Demyx?
Demyx: Umm..not really..I just felt funny before, but that was it
Jan: T'uh! Life must really be kickin' my ass big time seeing him here
*Demyx stretched his arm from his shoulder, slowly and carefully reaching his large hand and part of his arm through the window, poking Jan at his chest*
Demyx: Come on...don't be mad...
Xig: *chuckling* hehe
Jan: Don't fuckin encourage him
*Jan pushed his large finger away*
Demyx: Now that's rude
Me: Okay! Uh, Emmit..do you have any guess as to what to do for Demyx? Do you...have any faint memory of Luxur by any chance?
*Emmit, with not much attention drawing to himself, was slowly shrinking down in weight and girth size*
Luke: look...can we just all calm down and wait for *the door closes shut*.. Steve..
Me: Uncle Steve
Ginger: Uncie we were just talking about you
Steve: how come? what's all the..? *walking in to find a gigantic sized Demyx* ...oh...
Me: Yeah
Steve: how did this happen?
Me: It was.. Luxur that did this to him.. and it happens without any warning.. just keeps changing. It took some time just to calm him down and see the beauty in it
Jan: Beauty? What the hell you talkin about?
Luke: Jan... ¬.¬
Me: But, maybe there's something you can do to help...
Steve: *stroking his chin* hmmm..
*Demyx's lone finger made its way to my leg side while Steve was in thought; it wasn't a bother to me, it was actually interesting and familiar. It then made its way out of the window*
*Some faint has been drawn to Emmit, how was now "sinking" his way back to his normal, slender form*
Emmit: ah...perfect
*Heather cooes and giggles*
Me: Hmm
*Steve paced the room, stroking his chin in thought - "Luxur isn't capable of becoming evil on his own… an outside force?" - He thought*
*Still waiting on an answer patiently, Demyx began to feel the odd feeling in his stomach again*
Xig: *giving Demyx a look* err...kid?
Demyx: Yeah, Xiggy?
Xig: You okay?
Steve: DEMONIC POSESSION!! *halting in his tracks*
Me: Whoa... *cringing from the sudden call out*
Luke: jeez
Steve: That's got to be it!
*Steve hurried back to his seat, opening his book swiftly and scanning the pages*
*Demyx's large head before in view of the open window, now disappeared below out of sight, his voice wheeling out. Steve continued to leaf through his book for answers and solutions, while Xigbar watched out for Demyx*
Me: Demyx?
Ginger: What did he mean by "demo...." what?
Jan: *nonchalant and sarcastic* Oh good...he's gone...
Steve: Demonic possession....*still leafing*
Me: *I rushed out to the window and looked around and down*
*Demyx's height jutted, and left him back to normal size as he got off the ground, letting his cloak disappear and back into his street clothes*
Luke: *right behind you* Is he okay?
Me: ...mm, yeah, he looks it
Xig: Demyx?!
Me: He's okay, Xigbar
Xig: *breathing a sigh of relief*
*Demyx then began to float along into the air, sitting cross-legged under a large bubble*
Demyx: Everyone miss me?
*Xigbar headed to the windowsill with a grin*
*He helped him onto the ledge, with a pop from the water bubble*
*Ginger, while not wanting to comment on his height for a boy his age, just thought that he was a cutie in person*
Ginger: *calling out* Look, Uncle Steve, he's all better...
Me: For now
Steve: yes yes...but here's a matter we need to attempt at fixing... *pointing to one page in his spell book*
Me: But...why would you feel this has to do with demonic possession, Steve? Is it what happened to Luke in the past?
Steve: Partly *revealing the page to all, an image that looked remarkably similar to Luxur's current form*
Me: *blinking* oh dear...
Jan: Another fugly motherfucker as usual...
Steve: *looking at Jan* precisely...but that is only the form of the victim..they change...
Steve: They become this...
Xig: That looks exactly like Luxur...*staring at the image*
Me: They change?
Steve: Morph, in a sense
Me: Meaning? They take a form they desire?
Steve: no.. they're forced to take this form...the representation of evil....Dare I say it...Satan maybe?
Luke: It does have that look about it *also looking at the image*
Luke: Which means that if that is an embodiment… then it results in...
Steve: Hell on Earth? Not that far...maybe some chaos
Luke: Hmmmm…
Me: Hell on Earth?!
Xig: Excuse me...but all this 'Hell on Earth' stuff... Do you mean flaming pits?
Steve: No... more along the lines of "granting whatever no one wants". So expect a lot of supermodels getting stupendously huge...
Me: Oy...
*Jan giggled*
Steve: And not in that department, Jan *with a grin*
*Realizing for a while, then slapping his head on his forehead and eyes*
Me: Which means they would weight more than me, Jan :P
Demyx: *finger to his lips* But then...what about..me?
Steve: Well....deep down, you didn't want to be incredibly tall, am I correct?
Demyx: Mmm...not really...maybe not so short...
Me: Then...what kind of chaos could take place, Uncle Steve? What are they planning?
Steve: Well with the world incapacitated, whoever "this" is can have full run of the mill....or whoevers controlling this...
Me: And who, or what, would be planning this?
Steve: I can think of one person in mind *being brutally honest*
Me: ...
*I could feel my own stomach doing its own funky thing, along with a tightness below it, telling me my period is in due course, and soon enough, ready to unleash my own kind of rage, but so far no one is noticing that. But, this rage has a different feel to it, a sort of "righteous rage" and not the kind that's just about to bitch at someone for their own inconsiderate ways*
Steve: *looking to Luke* We've got to stop him
*Back in Port Polvis, Steve came back and made the necessary precautions on the cottage, so that no entity can penetrate the inside. I in turn, with my palm top back in my hands, after Luke went back to our apartment to get it for me. He also brought back Heather's pen, so that she would also be looked over more, upstairs in the cottage in one of the rooms. Only Luke and I, along with Xiggy and Demyx were doing our own things, them in conversation while I was in ear shot of them, research along the advanced palmtop to find out what "exactly" this gum was made of*
*The palm top gave a slight beep, readying itself for scanning. The screen flicked and listed off words in record and illegible speed. After the scanning, I was correct in that the gum had high traces of the enzyme that causes the skin to turn blue*
Me: *To myself* Alright now... *trying to remove the gum piece from the track*
Demyx: *out of nowhere* Hey, Ali, what are you doing here by yourself
*I jumped, the gum, now leaking an oozing substance, seeped into my hand*
Me: Demyx, you startled me! Man! *Frustrated, and trying to clean my hand up*
Demyx: Sorry...didn't mean
Me: No, no, just trying to clean up here...
*Even though I would feel bad about it later, my thoughts rushed over the sudden annoyance of being called out of the blue, not really wanting to be talked to or bothered...*
Demyx: What were you doing?
Me: Research *stating*
Demyx: *Realizing the gum* But isn't that...
Me: Yes. I had to take it from you, so that...you wouldn't be tempted again
Demyx: No way, after that...
*The pressure was really getting to me then, my hand was I wiped was in a fist*
Demyx: I mean...it's not I'm stupid as everyone thinks I am
Xig: What's going on? Don't bother Ali with her work, kid...busy times yeah?
Me: You're not stupid! Albeit...
Demyx: Albeit what?
Me: *Shaking* Nothing *Sigh* I'm just...out of it *Finishing up the palmtop* Demyx isn't bothering me too much, Xigbar. I think I might be done anyway *To myself again* Amazing...wait... *just noting something particular; an element was brought up with visual references*
Xig: What? *looking curiously*
Me: This *pointing; the picture .gif's indicating CG images of increase masses inside the human body, as well as height changes from the same element inside the gum, but how could it make that effect? Unless, along with girth and juices inside the body from the gum, maybe it doesn't have to be from the blueberry dessert; it could also enlarge bone and skin structure, the way it happened to Demyx when swallowed*
Me: Ohh, everyone has to see this...
Demyx: Maybe you should also have Mr. Steve look at that too *pointing and indicating my hand*
Me: *Looking over, I found my entire hand covered in a bluish hue, quickly covering and hiding it* It's nothing! I'm fine
Xig: That doesn't look like nothing to me...
Luke: What doesn't? *walking over*
Me: I-it has to. And the majority of these elements are inside this gum. I tried to modify it, but... all I have are just the elements in the database to extract
Luke: hmmm Does it sound like we need a tech for this?
Me:A tech? I'm sure I can do it with a little help *spotting the blue moving up my arm, covering it even further*
Luke: Shall I get Emmit?
Me: S-sure *giving him the palmtop to look over* Excuse me *leaving my seat quickly and going up stairs*
Xig: Hmmm...what's up with her? o.O
Luke: Hmmm...I don't know... and I want to find out
*The door was locked behind, like that would any good if Luke can phase through, but I thought of it at the time, by myself inside the one small bedroom, Demyx's to be exact. As I would figure him, walls plastered with bands, slightly messy, stereo set. I stood there, my arms around me, the blue going up my arms, I pulled my leg pants and saw them turning that color, a side reflection the mirror spotted my regular skin tone fleshing to dark pink to purple and slightly blue, then quickly turning away, almost not wanting to see myself.*
*Luke headed slowly upstairs*
*What was going on with me? Was it happening to me as well? Like in all these fantasies and role plays from the past? The only thing that felt completely different from my skin changing was my hands tingling, I looked and saw my fingernails almost "bleeding", but it looked like thick mounds of juice, sticky to the touch, nothing to wipe them off but dropping to the floor and rubbing along the carpet. My hands slightly dryer, but the blue bits on the carpet hardened, able to be picked up. I still sat there on the floor, worried and anxious, wanting to lie down but wasn't sure I wanted to*
Luke: *Luke managed to get to the door, calling out* Alison?
Me: Uhh *Trying to breathe into a calming state, fingers tight around my necklace, which I so thanked Luke for giving me for my birthday*
Luke: Are you okay? *heading to Demyx's door*
Me: I don't know!
Luke: You don't know? *confused, he tries the door* Er...locked..Alison?
*The effects did work for a time, keeping me visibly shaking, not as worried, but just as confused*
Luke: Do I have to use my phasing?
Me: I can't open the door now! I'm...sort of scared *at first, I was completely scared, but "calmed" somewhat*
Luke: *sighing, he focused* I'm walking in *With a few steps he merged with the door, and walked straight through, only to be greeted by a bright blue wife*
Me: *lying on the floor, almost curled up breathing in and out*
Luke: My god..Alison..what...how..er...?
Me: *eyes closed* I think...it was..the gum...
Luke: Don't tell me you were chewing it?
Me: Nno My hand...trying to remove it..it was leaking somehow...and got on my hand...Demyx startled me...but my hands...are sticky...something blue was coming out of my fingers *looking at the blue chips on the floor*
*Luke laid next to you, trying to confort you, feeling the stickyness*
Me: Just one thing after another!
Luke: shhshhshhhh *his finger on your lips*
Me: MMm *shaking it away* Too many damn things going on! I WISH I was your mom to kick his ass right now!
Luke: Easy....you're not my mom though..you're Alison *giving you a cuddle*
Me: but I still want to kick his ass for what he's done, and now to Demyx through...
Luke: I know, I know. And we will...it'll end *giving a kiss to your cheek* hehe sticky
Me: I'd be a wreck without this
*moving my fingers between the dry stickiness, my hand moving outward, palm up, mounds of blue mush formed from it*
Me: What is it? *Looking at it as if I was so far away*
Luke: *picking some up* not too sure....seems very crystalized
Me: But it still feels mushy *Luke slowly began to move my shoulders up, back into a sitting position, then helped me to my feet*
*I tossed it to the wall, where it stuck there*
Me: I didn't think...a blueberry girl could do that..
Luke: True.....
Me: *Sigh* It just looks... so...it just looks so weird
Luke: *Luke peeled it off the wall* Very strange
Me: Mmm...*trying to stretch on my own, hoping I didn't get a headache from this*
Luke: I think we should get Emmit to check this out...and warn him to wear gloves :S
Me: Y-yeah good thing you always wear yours
*Luke smiled*
*Despite my new appearance, Luke carefully walked me back down stairs*
Luke: Guys....we've got a situation
Demyx: WHOA!
Steve: Oh my...
Me: Geez, everyone's here *Now starting to regret being brought back down*
*Ginger nudged Jan* Ginger: Not ONE word, buddy!!
Xig: ooo..well trained I see? :P
Jan: *through his teeth* shut the fuck up, patchy!
Me: Well! Are you gonna help me or not, Emmit!? *Now very angry inside*
*everyone taking a step back*
Me: What?
Luke: I think you were.... *not wanting to criticize*
Emmit: Yes dear this way...*a little nervous*
Me: Alright
*Just as Emmit was leading you for help, a large warbling crash was heard from outside*
Jan: Sonnava bitch!
Luke: What the...
Steve: *a look of concern on his face* The barrier.....
Me: Shit!
*Steve walked to the window; a large yellow being was pounding away forcefully...behind him stood the figure from the image and a shorter man with his arms folded*
*I moved away forcefully myself from Luke's hand*
Luke: *looking concerned* Allie?
Me: *Softly* Fuckin' shits! Fuckin' pieces of shit!! *Stomping to the door, bringing my blade from the counter, using part of my gotten strength from Luke, I kicked the door down with my foot*
Luke: Alison.. calm down!!!
*A mix of red in my eyes, now mixing blue, the blue stuff on my hands warming up*
Steve: Now that's something very unique *remaining calm*
Me: *Angrily stomping out*
Jan: *tut* She's all let the bodies hit the fuckin' floor!
*Now facing the evil motley crew up ahead*
Me: So, you've decided to show yourselves up again?
*Everyone followed you*
Ginger: Ally?
Jan: Babe, don't talk to her right now
Luke: Alison...
*Steve and Emmit just watched on. Not even hearing Luke call for me would snap me out of it*
Me: Just so you know...I'm not in the mood for this...
Y: *growling and pounding*
RD: *turning to see the whole gang, he roared loudly*
Me: Bunch of goddamn animals I see
Doc: Vell....not all animals...
mE: If THAT is to imply to me, fat ass!... *pointing and brandishing my blade*
Doc: Tut tut.... I may be vide....but at least I'm not blue!
Steve: Uhoh
RD: grrrr
Me: Well...*somewhat lax, but rage building up* for someone who loves me very much *stepping closer* you THINK you could be a little more sensitive...
Doc: Sensitive yes...But I'm a sucker for honesty in this case
Me: *To RD* YOU stay out of this, ungrateful bastard!
RD: *taking a step forward* grrrr
*Brandishing my blade further, locked on in red streaks, slicing into the air, and "stabbing" along this throat*
Me: *Turning back to Doc* And since we're being honest...
Steve: MY word....
Me: You're "vide" yes, but...
Jan: *saying to Xigbar* Wanna wager she's stick that blade up his asshole like a kabob, Patchy?
Me: I heard that...and that might not be a bad idea *evil grin*
Xig: I'll take that bet...*Xig shakes on it*
Me: *The yellow demon, on his instincts decides to make his move on me* You there, Lumpy! Wanna break another arm?! *remembering what happened to him before, shivered back* No doubt I still have my sights on you now, blubber butt. But it seems words are useless, especially sentences
Doc: hmmph
Me: Good excuse! Fat got your tongue?
Doc: no....but this might *with a fling he pulled something from his pocket; a large red light fired*
*Now fed up with this, I pulled my palm out, making the same blue mush from before, a little more sharper edged and although I flung it out, it came out as a lighting stream, heading for his mouth, touching at his lips*
Doc: *his eyes going wide*
Me: *Feeling faint, almost draining* Maybe...a little..blue..will do you *falling backwards*
Luke: Alison!! *using his agility, he catches you*
Ginger: Oh my God!
Demyx: Is she..dead?
Jan: Either that, or her weight caught up to her...
Luke: Alison...Alison...
*a slight, forced gulp was heard*
*Luke could hear me breathing*
Me: So...tired..
Luke: Rest...you over did it...
Doc: *beginning to back off with red demon and the yellow demon*
Doc: Ve'll be back...*with an aggressive stare a portal emerges as they leave*
*Jan thought to himself, "damn, I lost 30 bucks in this!"*
Doc: *Doc attempts to leave as the portal closes* vhat!!!?
Doc: Grrr...left behind!? how can they do zis to me?! My...my voice... you!!!
Luke: *whispering to you* well done, hun...
*sort of hearing Luke, but now asleep*
Doc: What have you done to me?! *taking steps forward in aggression, his body and face became bluer and bluer, with a faint sound of sloshing*
Jan: Crap in the fuckin' morning!
Xig: nah..I wouldn't say crap...
*the sloshing becoming louder, as Doc swelled up from his midsection*
Ginger: What's going on?
Steve: He's swelling up...
*Dropping him to his knees, hands on his open midsection*
Doc: GRrrrr....
Jan: and she's not awake to see this!
*Doc continued to blimp up, the swelling spreading to his limbs*
Ginger: Gawd, it looks like he's getting fat, but now blue
*Doc growled in defeat as the swelling was too much, his limbs sucking into his huge midsection*
*Demyx nervously tapped Xiggy on the shoulder* Demyx: *pointing* was that what I looked like, Xiggy?
*the rounded tip of his large midsection rolled him into the axel, forcing him back upward, becoming slightly rounder*
Xigbar nodded*
*the mad scientist now once again the victim of enlargement of another kind, as his blue girth widened, any visible skin a sharp contrast to his white and red attire*
Demyx: But...how big is he going to get?
Steve: I could assume
*Doc continued to grow more and more, a light sloshing heard from inside. Everyone looked on wide eyed*
Steve: Hmmm....I'm not one for science, but I can only assume he's going to get big...very big...
Ginger: *gulp* Very big??
Steve: very big...
Jan: *thinking and turning back to Xigbar* Hey...care to make another wager?
Xig: sure....bigger than that house over there *pointing*
Jan: naw, I'm thinking way bigger...or maybe when he blows the big one..
Xig: You're kidding right? *Doc's stifled groans in the background*
*Luke picked up my sleeping body*
Jan: Sounds like he doesn't like that *Devilish grin*
Xig: y'think? hehehe
Steve: hmm....would anyone err...like to get inside?
*Ginger showed no resistance, the first to go back into the cottage, her hand waving aggressively, as if she couldn't wait*
Steve: Guys...get in here..now
Xig: Hmmm?
Jan: Hey now, why spoil the fuckin' fun? *shruging his shoulders*
Ginger: Jan! Get the fuck in here *pointing down to the ground* NOW!
*Xig looked to Jan* well trained, huh? ruff ruff!
*Jan hit his shoulder*
*Then, a sudden "force" pulled on their ears, like a mother to her ill-behaved son, dragging them*
*Ginger waving a finger to their ears, "pulling" them along*
*Xigbar shook his head, and headed in with a "hmph!"*
Ginger: *hearing the 2 men groan in pain, forced inside* When I say in, I say in now!
*Demyx, oddly curious and continuing to look on. Strange how he was in that same position not too long ago, and looking at it now, it seemed very hard to believe it could happen. He was overcome with that sensation he feels in his stomach whenever the height spurts happen*
*Doc's groans were becoming more distant as he grew in every direction*
Demyx: Ooo...
*Gloved hands slowly disappearing into the round, blue form, top expanding tightly upward, revealing more blue abdomen skin*
*Doc had long felt his feet leave the ground, as his huge body rocked and grew more and more. Hands sucking in deeper, drawing out lines; feet pressing against the lower half*
*Demyx heard his friend calling him in, snapping him out of it*
Xig: Done there, kid?
Demyx: Huh? *turning* oh... *following in timidly*
*Xigbar grinned a little*
*Unaware that he grew a couple of inches, he smacked to his side lips with Xigbar's*
Demyx: *realizing, then pinkishly blushing* Um... *now back inside*
Xig: What?
Demyx: Um...well...if the Doc is still growing like that *hand behind his head*, will he really...
Ginger: Will he Uncle Steve? Think we really beat him now?
Steve: not too sure, kids....I think he may just keep growing until things have taken its course...
*Jan lounged on the couch, looking at his fingers for no reason* Jan: What'd you mean take its course...at this rate; he'll be like one of those blimps Millennium had. Right, bro?
*Luke gave a short giggle* Maybe ... *on that word he looked out the window*
Ginger: What's going on now?
*All the while, Emmit watching over me*
Luke: I think he's getting pretty big....*looking up as much as possible*
Jan: *jumping off the couch, squeezing Luke aside* He near at the seams yet??
Luke: What? No...
Xig: Hmm... pity...
*Steve just looked slowly to Xig*
*Xigbar sat on the couch now, cross-legged; Demyx joined him, sitting on the side, but with some added inches, the cushions sunk slightly lower*
Demyx: What do you mean, Xiggy?
Xig: hmmm?
Demyx: *repeating* what-do-you-Mean?
Xig: Oh...nothing *batting his hand*
*The swelling seemed to go on forever, Doc still grew; now reaching the upper floor of the houses*
Jan: Old fuck can certainly take "alot" in
*the "juices" wobbling him back and forth, now passing the tips of the roof, It was a wonder he could breathe in there somewhere*
*Everyone headed upstairs, looking through the first floor windows*
Xig: Ok...Jan..I owe that $10 back...
Jan: Fuck that, Patchy...just wait... I can hear him groaning
Xig: hmmph...
Jan: and it wasn't $10, its $30
Xig: 10...30...big whoop... *eyes stuck to Doc's blimping form*
Ginger: You could owe Janni $30,000, and it still wouldn't solve what we're dealing with when he, or if he does, stops
Steve: I'll second that...
Luke: Third…*Luke looked on* Hmmm.. Steve....any way of sending him through some portal?
Steve: That big?! You must be joking... *Doc's body was loudly sloshing and bloomping by now*
Jan: *smiling* Aww shit, here it comes
Ginger: What else CAN be done?! By now anyone can see that!
*Outside, the infamous cat boy appeared, standing coyly around an area where Doc's head would be from his rounded body rolling back on its axis*
*Doc's words were mumbled, but it was known that it was aggressive*
Schro: Vell... *mockingly poking some blue puffy sides* A fine mess you're getting yourself into...you vere always afraid of being un the zeppelins, zee stupid fear of heights und all, und now you look like one
Doc: Grgrmmmphh
Schro: I bet if any of the comrades vere still alive, they vould vant you to explode...
Doc: mpphph!! *panic stricken*
Schro: Zeeing how you bailed on them during the var...but not me..I vasn't vorried. You made me that vay anyway; I'm everyvhere und nowhere. Zo..ve should get your bloated carcass back now, ja?
Doc's hands flapped with frustration*
Schro: Perhaps... *thinking* I could make theze one exception...for us to be somewhere now...
Doc: rmmphh...*slosh slosh*
*Schrodinger weaved him onto himself, almost "merging" with him*
Jan: WHAT THE FUCK??
Xig: indeed...
*One second, Doc reached beyond weather balloon size, and all of a sudden was gone, quickly vanishing*
Schro: *voice off in the distance* You should remember not to eet too many blueberry pies...
Luke: Well.....that solved that...
Ginger: What was that?!
Demyx: *Crouching down* Yeah, where did he go?
Ginger: *Noticing Demyx, looking along the window, head near the inside frame* Since when were you over six and a half feet tall?
Luke: Hmm? whoa...
Jan: Woo, looks like Unk wasn't the only one gettin' bigger
Xig: You're telling me...
Demyx: Um...well, it hasn't done anything else yet..
*A little later, everyone was situated in a den area, as I was still asleep/out of it. Demyx returned to his normal size, but he and Xiggy were off in their own world when everyone else was gone*
*Me in a lying position on my side, head on my arm like I was asleep in bed now stirring in my sleep, stretching and yawning like a kitten*
Luke: hey honey...are you okay? *Luke brushed your hair aside*
Me: *Sighing, then realizing I'm in a position I'm not familiar with, bolting upward* Ahh, what happened?!
Luke: You don't remember?
Me: I was...on the floor *looking up* upstairs...with you...and now I'm here...what happened? *now worried* Tell me what happened!
Jan: You went psycho, that's what happened
Luke: It was as if..you had a vendetta...
Me: Vendetta? Last thing I remember was coming back down stairs, got very angry and moody...and it's all a blur. I...I didn't kill anybody..did I??
Steve: You were close...
Me: I *gasp* I..was..?
Steve: Well...to put it simply...remember what happened with Demyx?
Me: The...yes
Steve: Well....multiply that by 10 and replace Demyx with Doc...
*Jan imitated what could've been extreme bulk with arm gestures*
Alison Gray: ... Oh my god!!
Luke: And...Jan and Xiggy were taking bets on what "would happen"....A bit sadistic *looking to Jan* but that's their way...
Me: Oh my god… This is now...my periods are now gonna be 10 times worse!
Luke: well...we can solve it *stroking your hair*
Me: How can this...all these thoughts when I had them...and now coming out...what was I doing? what did I do? did anything happen to me?
Luke: Well...you were pulling a fast one on two demons...very impressive
Me: I did? *Looking at my hand, turning it* But...
Luke: You're okay though, yes?
Me: I am...but I feel really anxious...sick by it..was it...like you, Luke? How you did it?
Luke: Well...
Me: Animalistic? Very aggressive? Almost, more brute strength than anything? *leaning in closer*
Luke: mostly..yes...and a sharp tongue to boot
Me: *softly* I'm so worried for Heather...
*Luke then placed his arm around you*
Me: I can't let that happen to her..not something like this..on purpose...To do...I don't even want to think about it
Ginger: *kneeling down by the couch den* But honey, it's ok now...you're out of it...we'll understand when you're almost on the rag from now on...
Me: But that might not be enough...if I was like how ever I was..how would I control it?
Steve: That's something we can figure out
Me: *hanging my head* It's my one worst fear coming true: isolated because of going out like that...
*the statement gave a sharp memory to Luke about when he was isolated when he was too large among the soldiers and members in Millennium*
Me: Honey *now hugging him tighter*
*Luke hugged back*
Ginger: Uncie, maybe you can make one of those special calming teas you gave me and Jez when we came to visit as kids
Steve: Hm...I'll be right back *leaving to the kitchen*
Me: But Luke...will I really be okay?
Luke: I promise you...you will be
Me: *In my thoughts to him* ...How big did he get?
Luke: *In thought he returned images* Big..very big...
*In the other side of the house*
*While the rest of the gang conversed about me, Demyx and Xigbar were secluded in a hidden part of the house, one that was only known to Luxur and a place that holds as both a medicine room and storage area*
Xig: Kid....*with a grin*
Demyx: Yeah..Xiggy?
Xig: You seemed a little ...preoccupied back there...
Demyx: *Drawing his eyes down, trying to look serious but his nervousness was showing* I...I'm sorry about what happened back there...
Xig: hey....no worries *lifting Demyx's head, his fingers placed on his chin*
Demyx: I guess I was right *measuring with his hand above his head* about that size then...I mean, things happen and all..and I didn't see y...
*Xigbar brought Demyx's face closer while he yammered on, pressing his lips to his open mouth. Demyx's eyes grew wide, his nose and cheek bones coloring into a pink shade, with eyes slowly waning down and softening*
Chapter 23: Moonlight Morsels
Summary:
This moonlight feels right (and bigger).
Chapter Text
*After the events that took place, Luke and I returned home with Heather, who again, was curious and looking at mommy, now blue all over*
Me: *sighing* I feel like lying down after everything that happened *sitting Heather in the play pen in the bedroom* and just close to it *looking out in the early night sky, seeing the moon so full*
*Luke came up behind you and cuddled softly*
Me: oomm
*he grinned, looking up at the night sky too*
Me: I hope you don't mind the color for long, hun *feeling my arm*
Luke: hehe the color is just fine
Me: ...maybe it looks better on me than you
Luke: just a tad *giggling and cuddling more, your skin a complete contrast to his*
Me: *giggling*
Demyx: *sounding happy/curious* Hey Xiggy, look, the moon's out *pointing from their window in one of their bedrooms in the cottage, hoping he'll notice*
Xig: hmmmm. Must mean something..it looks quite..tranquil
Dem: And bright! Don't forget bright
Xig: hehe yes...very bright *his arm around Demyx tightly*
*The sky darkened further after a few minutes, the glare of the moon growing*
Dem: Xiggy...what do you think about those guys? Could they really help us? *Xigbar's large hand on his shoulder*
Xig: y'know..I think they can, kid
Dem:...and Luxur?
Xig: They can try...
*Xigbar, in bed with the covers up his lower half, waited for the kid. For the first time since their kiss, it would be their first of sharing a bed together*
*Demyx, in his boxer's, climbed in, lying next to Xigbar's bare body, one where it had a deep purple scar along the side. He wasn't sure if he should bring his hand further down; it could touch Xigbar's pant leg. Xigbar let his hair out of the band, long locks flowing out and strapped the band around his wrist*
*Xigbar seemed preoccupied on other things*
Dem: Hmm, you're being quiet all of a sudden Xiggy... *resting his head near his shoulder* Anything on your mind?
Xig: What? oh...I just feel ...well...I could have stopped him back there *thinking back to Luxur*
Dem: Umm, oh...What about what they said? Did he really give up on us to become a demon?
Craig Whitehouse: Xig: I don't think he did *said with a sigh* I just feel bad about myself not doing something *his blood boiling*
*Dem reached in closer, giving him a comforting peck on the cheek* Dem: He..is alive..for what it's worth *trying not to think about how Luxur left that day for item gathering and never came back*
Xig: I know...but...grrr...I'm just so...grrr
Dem: Xiggy... *cupping his hand on his face* please, don't be mad...can we just sleep on it for now, and let them know tomorrow?
Xig: *sighing* Ok, kid...
Dem: *smiling big, giving a really big kiss on his lips before sliding under the sheets*
*Xigbar lay back, trying to relax*
Dem: Good night, Xiggy *yawning*
Xig: night, Demyx
*Demyx fell fast asleep, thinking of simple dreams of beaches and who to spend them with now*
*But, Xigbar's smile faded away, with a sigh he thought over all the possibilities of how he could have saved Demyx from the luxur encounter, getting steadily angrier*
*seeing Demyx crying over adjusting to giant life, afraid of being squashed when small, the rage built more...growing; the feeling was a small sickening tingle, letting it boil. The anger grew with the tingling...as did his body slowly...his feet slowly growing off the end of the bed and his upper body slumping up the headboard, his torso nudging into the sleeping melodious nocturne*
Dem: *sleepy* rrmm, Xiggy, move over, you're taking up
*a low growl came from Xigbar's mouth, the spurts came quickly as did his anger, almost blinding him to the situation*
Xig: grr....grrr...GRRRR...GRRR
*Black and grey hair began to hit the ceiling*
Xig: *thud* Ooofff...GRRRRRRRRR
Dem: *muffled* Xiggy?
Xig: grrrr.....
Dem: errrm...what is it? doof! *a growing mass rammed right into his face*
Dem: Huh?! What?? *sitting up*
*Xigbar slumped and grunted, just seeing the moments on repeat*
*Demyx jumped out of bed, a better look at Xigbar, who was over ten feet sitting down and cramming in*
Dem: Eee! Xiggy!?!
*Xigbar continued to grow steadily*
Dem: What's happening to you! Xiggy!
*Xigbar didn't answer....he just grew and grew*
Dem: *Louder* XIGGY!!!
Xig: *On that Xigbar shook his head* huh..what...gah?!
Dem: Why are you growing?!
Xig: I..I ..don't know
Dem: OOo, you even sound scary...
*Xigbar didn't know what to say that..that was something to not ever be to Demyx*
*Demyx moaned, unsure of what to do as he continued growing...until Xigbar popped out of sight*
Xig: gah!!
*He reappeared outside of the cottage and in the back of the house, leaving more room to grow rapidly*
Xig: This is becoming uncomfortable....
*Demyx rushed to the window, opening the 2 panes*
Xig: ah...there you are, kid...
Dem: How are you even doing this?? I thought I was the one that can do that without me doing it?
*The mighty looking Freeshooter halted to some 60 feet in height*
Xig: ugh....
Dem: *calling up* Are you alright? You don't look well... *then worried of what could come from that. He remembered Xigbar with that look when on free nights he would drink himself silly*
Xig: *gasping a little* ugh...You're right..I don't feel too good...
Dem: uh oh... *ducking for cover behind the wall under the window*
Xig: Not that sick, kid hehe
*Demyx ducked back up* Dem: Oh, good...
*Xigbar's arms rested on his legs* what...the....
Demyx: Xiggy??
*He inspected his hand*
Dem: Is there something wrong with your hand? *trying to lean in closer, almost near falling*
*He looked at them both, a little confused*
Dem: Whoa-oo
*He flipped over the railing, but the giant had a free hand and quicker reflex to catch him*
Xig: Ah! *catching him*
Dem: whoa... *adjusting himself, feeling a rough palm edge, he graced his hands along the surface, skin magnified by many times and, strangely, increasing much more*
Dem: Huh...I thought it stopped?
Xig: Same here...
Dem: Then why does it feel like there's "more" of it?
*I then spot Geanie, gnawing on a cloth mouse, kneeling over and trying to per her belly*
Craig: hehe
Me: *to geanie* mew, oh so pretty; such a pretty kitty
Craig: hehehehe
*Geanie paws at my wrist, my hand going down her furry side, then checking if she wanted to be picked up*
Me: *to geanie* Better to have that toy than our Squeaky
Craig: yeah
Me: mew, mew oh so pwetty
Me: she's also getting a little bigger, not long before kitten hood is out
Craig: awwwwwww ^.^
*then, a soft voice, almost feminine with an accent, from somewhere* I may look like a kitten, but I am wery much older, my fraulein hostess...
Me: Huh?? *looking down*
Craig: what in the... o.O
Me: You heard that right?
*then, Geanie jumps from my lap and sits on the couch*
Geanie: *she sighs as any human would* The one time I get to talk after all these years, and eet had to be once a veek... it seemz like forever since I vas a lady
Craig: *I look at you in shock* errrr...
*looking back and forth, both stunned and slightly excited if nervous*
Geanie: I meant to say to you that I'm so glad you vere not a cat anymore from the last time I saw you *then goes about licking*
Craig: So..wait...you...were human? *gettign closer, looking in facsination*
Me: So, it was YOU that was there with me, when I fused with the kitten??
Geanie: Ja, und ja... I have been one for decades now...the last time I vas human was... lemme think... around the Var I believe, and vehn I saw I was not the only cat-thing around
Me: You mean Schrodinger?
Geanie: Ah, yes *Geanie then looks down, pitifully* *sigh* Emmit...how could thingz turn out like this?
Me: But if you knew Emmit was hear and what he used to look like, why weren't acting hostile around him?
*Geanie got up to stride along the couch*
Geanie: Because... he vas who he used to be, how I remembered him...no malice, no cold analytics. It's like he never changed at all
Craig: *Leaning forward* hmmm
Geanie: And out of all the thingz I know how, overhearing mind you, I never knew he was a zaftig person
Craig: hmmmm *still trying to think the mechanics of it all*
Me: Surprisingly, he kept that very well
Geanie: he still seems to be that vay now. I've seen him scour for zee chocolates in the middle of the night
Me: But, I'm confused. How was it you ended up as a cat, an actual kitten?
Geanie: I...vas transformed this vay. Some experiement of transmutations. I vas still his asisstant after ve married. But...it vas either me or the Regime
Me: The same guilt he showed me that day
Craig: *sat there confused...not clued in*
Me: Craig?
Geanie: *Geanie hops onto his lap* Please don't trouble yourzelf so much, dear boy
Craig: *I blink* but...what..eh...*sighs*lol
Me: *nervous giggle*
Geanie: I've been vanting to speak of all this for some time...but whenever it vas the time I could, I didn't...either just wanting to play vith zee mouse toy or sleeping...these kitten instincts you know
Craig: hehe...Im just curious about how you got mutated..and better yet..I have the urge to turn you back
Geanie: *confused* Turn me back? I vas mutated the same vay she was *referring to me* And she zhould be lucky...if she didn't have me around vhen she returned to normal, she vould've been trapped as one. Zee cat that I turned from is no longer among us...it only takes zee person und zame cat to return to normal. Alas, I am stuck as I am now
Craig: *looking confused and looking to you*
Me: Oh dear...
Craig: *refusing to give up* there's gotta be something...
Geanie: I also fear it could be the same fate for anyone who is victim to what he has been planning since Millennium fell
Craig: *thinking of anything biology related...even the movie Jurassic Park* DNA...we just need DNA...
Me: Hmm, even if we did...how would she return to human form? Would she even look like herself?
Craig: Hmmm...what about old trinkets and clothes? DNA can still be on them...
Me: Also...would those trinkets still be around?
Craig: If..and this is a big if... I can isolate her DNA...it could be possible and that could be a problem
Me: And the samples from them? If they can survive that long...
Craig: True..although.. *not wanting to say a method*...There's one option that could be risky to the universe...if it's even possible. Well.. er... *clears throat* anyone got a flux capacitor? *spouted in Back To The Future-like reference*
Me: a...flux capacitor? Does that even exist?
Craig: Well...I believe anything is possible..its jsut finding a way to do it, maybe a bump on the head from a bathroom sink may get me thinking?
Me: *Blinking my eyes, darting as I thought of something* Wait...strange... I know "Geanie" isn't your real name...it was something I came up with. What is your name, by any chance?
Geanie: *leaping off his lap* Boy, don't do something so foolish! A bathroom sink indeed. It would be just as easy as solving the reversal of my nephew when I ended up "nicking" him that day. But anyvay my dear, my name... so long that it's been to be called that... it's eva...eva braun
Me: *a shocking snort came from down my throat* It's what?? THE Eva Braun??
Craig: wait..what? *not clued in on Valentine info at all*
Me: You don't know who Eva Braun was?
Craig: wait wait... *thinks* I'm thinking history....wait..no
Me: And the one kind of history of a certain villain we now know
Craig: Hitler's wife?
Me: Yes. But, I don't understand...Eva...
Craig: Are you shitting me?
Me: I thought you committed suicide along with him?
Craig: I thought the same too
Geanie: I did...it should've taken a gun shot, but the cyanide pill slipped from my mouth. I was dazed vhen I tried to move, soldiers thought I died too and took me off
Craig: conspiracy theory much? :S
Geanie: und this vas around the same time Millennium was preparing to leave for South America vith all the important military information and items
Craig: holy shit..if our governments found you, they'd go ape shit
Me: Or demand a life story... But then what?
Geanie: It was discovered that I was alive, and had to be treated by the specialist Millennium offered, including Emmit. I made a slow recovery...except some of my memory was gone..and when I got to "know" Emmit better. Yet I'm surprised you're avare of me
So, you don't know anything that happened before the suicides? Or even after?
Geanie: Oh, I fully know vhat went on vith Millennium... Emmit mentioned it to me, enough so to even vork for him at his side. We vere happy then..but after what he turned me into, I vas so angry at him
Craig: but before? hmmm
Geanie: But...there ist no anamosity to him now...strange as that is
Craig: hmmmmm
Me: *Sigh* either way, the others have to know about this too, including Emmit
Craig: True
Me: You also said, Eva, about Doc's plans after Millennium fell. You know more about what's going on with that and why perhaps?
Geanie: Vell..to my understanding, yes
Me: Oh Lordy, so many things going on in my life now
Craig: eeee *flaps hands*
Meand also for you too Craig
Craig: yup
Me: Hmm, any thoughts on who we should tell first?
Craig: hmmm..Emmit? :S
Me: A possibility. Assuming we know where he is now
Craig: yeah...
*ladi da ladi da*
Craig: lol
Me: just trying to break up the boredom
Craig: happy dancing can help
Me: yeah except I'm not much for dancin;
Craig: awwww *makes ya dance* weeee lol
Me: hey now! whoa! Then again if Luke was around, maybe...
Craig: lol
Luke: What's going on here?
Me: hmm? hi hun
*Luke takes over the dancing, a tad more elegant*
Me: uh! oh... ah heheh please excuse my semi 2 left feet, hun
Luke: hehe
Me: So, uh...
Luke: :)
Medid you, I mean did Craig, say something about the kitten?
Luke: No...why?
Me: Oh...um...hmm..how to say this?
Craig: ???
*I tried to stand up on my toes, going near his head and whispering in his ears about what Craig and I discovered*
Luke: *nodding...then giving off a gobsmacked expression*
Me: *thumbnail to my lip* I see why Craig didn't tell you
Craig Whitehouse: hehe
Me: *cocking my head* honey?
Luke: err...err..
Me: Please don't faint on me again honey *squeezing his hand for reassurance*
Me: Honey?
Luke: but..er...
Craig: Luke, its logical..in some twisted way,..it is...
Me: Well, not to be mean, but, you would know your uncle better than any of us
Luke: True...but ....why Eva?
Me: Hmm...I wonder...maybe Emmit could elaborate on that. Where is he anyway?
Craig: Beats me...last time I saw him he was reading notes while chowing down on some cake
Me: Where about's was that, Craig?
*Just then, there was a loud sort of noise, a swish and a crash of sorts*
Me: Huh?
Craig: o.O
Luke: wha?
Me: Hmm? *Quickly, eying over, and spotted Demyx getting up and standing in an awkward, frantic position* Demyx??
Craig: What in the....?
Me: Demyx's, what's wrong?
Dem: *gasp* it's *gasp* Xiggy!
Luke: what now?
Me: What about Xiggy?
Dem: He *gasp* was big...and now...bigger...
Me: What do you mean?
Luke: slow down Demyx..
Dem: He's still big...bigger now...maybe alot more bigger...
Craig: errr....
Me: You mean...
*Demyx nodded his head*
Me: Oh dear. But how? Luke...better grab Emmit for this
Luke: Ok...*walking off to the labs*
Craig: Shall I go with?
Me: Maybe you better, Craig. At least get to know some new comrades
Craig: I best go with heheehe *following Luke*
Me: *Calling* Also, not to be rude, but pry him away from his cake if there's a fuss
Craig: *called back* OK!!! *Myself and Luke return from the lab* not a sausage..or cake crumb for that matter :S
Me: A sausage? *almost incredulously*
Craig: Hehe he's not around I mean hehehe
Me: Now where could he be?
Demyx: *Desperate* Come on, guys! For Xiggy!
Luke: We're gonna have to go without Emmit...we can sort this problem out
Me: *Agreeing*
Craig: And who may this be? I need an introduction, like hehe *thumbing Demyx*
Me: Umm...we'll tell you on the way. Come on
*nodding, we left back through a portal to Xigbar's location*
*Upon reaching to the back of house where Demyx lead us, we discovered that there wasn't anyone, or anything, around*
Craig: sooo..giant person missing..not good :-0
Luke: Indeed
Me: You said he was here, right Demyx?
Dem: Huh? *slight tinge* Ah...
Craig: *muttered to Luke* not a very confident person, is he?
Me: I would think Xigbar had confidence coming out the wahzoo, hun... He couldn't have gone far...any ideas, Demyx?
Craig: Total contrast to this guy then
Dem: I don't get it! He was right here *pointing* when I left, and it still kept happening
Me: What did? The growth?
*He nodded pleadingly* Dem: I didn't think of who else to turn to, and I thought of you *turning to Luke*
Luke: hmmm...*looking around for signs of any footprints, etc*
Me: *Swhop, the sound of slight splashing*
*By the bed of a steaming pond, the hot springs splashed about as giant hands cupped out the water*
Luke: I think I've found him
Craig: *walking over, I followed, a little curious*
Me: Unless, it's a herd of deer drinking from somewhere
*Xigbar, bigger than before, was stretching his arms in front of his face, stretching the muscles like doing a warm up. Then taking his band to tie back his hair behind his middle head*
Craig: Oh...my..god
Me: *a smile crept on my face, but went away quickly from Craig's reaction*
*We came face to body with a giant in front of us, us near the patch of trees and shrubs, a couple of feet away from where he stood*
Xig: ah....Demyx you're back
Me: Ooh *noting the change in voice depth*
Dem: Xiggy! You're alright! *He charged for him, throwing himself in an odd jump hold along his ankle, a sort of glomp to his friend*
Craig: Wow..too much bass *feeling a rumble*
Luke: you get used to it
Craig: Ugh...now I know how my band's bassist feels
Me: *giggling*
Alison Gray: *Xigbar scooped up his buddy in his gloved hand, still bare chested and revealing his various wounds and scars*
Craig: Damn those are some battle wounds right there *taking a look*
Xig: hehe....hey...chicks dig scars, right?
Me: depends, but, I think the typical question of what happened is in order
Xig: True...well...it's really hazy....first I felt disappointed...then bitter...and angry..then this
Me: Thinking about something that led to this?? Something doesn't add up
*Demyx sat on his palm quietly for a while, taking in what was being said*
Xig: I know it doesn't add up..but it happened..and I don't know what to do
Me: Well, I guess when it comes to such occurrences as this, we should go to the source
*Demyx tapped on his palm*
Xig: well...it's all about ..this little guy right here..
Dem: Xiggy?
*he explained his feeling, grudgingly. How he felt disappointed and angry with himself*
Demyx: *Demyx then tried to whisper* You don' think...it's because... *still whispering* of what we did, is it? Our kiss?
Xig: *whispered back* I don't think so, kid...
Dem: That it wouldn't be..bad or anything would it? I mean, how would they take it?
Me: What's wrong guys? *calling up*
Xig: Well..er..
*Demyx let him place him on his knee for him to slide off to us*
Dem: It's just that...with this, I can't help but think...it's my fault. I'm the one that can do this, sort of
Me: *knitting my brows* why would it be your fault?
Dem: Because...that..it was.."shared"
Me: "Shared"?
Dem: You know *hand behind his head* intimate and all. I have all these feelings for Xiggy, and I could never say anything about it. A guy too tough like that to actually like me that way... *as he was talking, his mind focused on his "fault" for this ability, whereas it overtook his body again like before, as he steadily grew and grew*
Dem: Let along liking guys...
Craig: Uh-oh....
Me: Umm, Demyx? Are you alright?
Dem: What do you *voice slightly changing* mean? You don't think it's wrong for me to feel that way is it?
Me: Uh, no...but...
Luke: You're getting....
Craig: GIANT! :Z
Demyx: What? *looking over himself* Again?
Craig: Again??
*His height crept along ever surely, already rising above us, then stopping. He stood some 15 feet up; a little worried than normal when it kept happening to him. And yet somehow, it stopped on its own. Then he thought of himself bigger, and he grew up again. He let out a cheerful giggle when he was passing 25 feet*
Craig: Errr...gettng a little tall
Me: ...A little is an understatement
*Demyx expanded, elongated further, until he was just under Xigbar's chin if both were normal sized*
Craig: Oh...my....
Dem: Hey look! *Over to Xiggy* I'm just about as big as you are!
Xig: hehehe
Dem: Now you won't be lonely and without a hug
*Xigbar grinned at that*
*To us, Xigbar getting up from the ground seemed slow and shaky, like mountains rose out of the grass and the land. He stood in front of Demyx, embracing the boy giant*
Luke: So...erm....you want to stay like that for a while or...?
*Ignoring Luke, Xigbar leaned in and puckered up with Demyx, whose face began to flush*
Me: Wow
*in all my fantasies of these guys, this was the moment where it was going on right in front of my eyes, so warm and tender between. I had a passing thought if my thoughts really did have power to make things come true*
*Xiggy and Demyx still kissed like any couple would, when we notice their bodies starting to "come down". Demyx curled a bit grey and black hair, his hand smaller and in proportion to the rest of him shrinking down*
Craig: Hey..I..I think it's working
Me: I wasn't expecting this to happen
*Their tender moment lasting longer as they became mini-giants each, decreasing past the trees*
Luke: hmmm
Me: *Turning to him, slight smile on my face* That would be something worth fantasizing about for us
Luke: Wow...great minds really do think alike
Me: :D or perhaps visa versa
*Their heights came to a halt, back to their normal states*
Xig: *sighing with relief*
Dem: *Sighing as well, but for a different reason.*
Chapter 24: Juice and Justice
Summary:
Dok makes a retaliation, this time involving baby Heather. A rescue party is under way.
Chapter Text
Doc emerged from wherever Schrodinger took him. Feeling the juice inside him was somewhat off-putting...to which was a major understatement, feeling uncomfortable. All he could see was the vast blue of which was his body, as he rocked on a pivot. The room seemed very familiar. He soon realized he was back in one of his testing labs, the largest he had at his disposal. His muffled cries demanded attention
Schrodinger: slight sarcasm You vant something, Ja?
Doc: mmmfhphhh he flapped his hands. All he could think was "stop stalling and help me"
Calling over to the yellow demon, lurched about Schrodinger: You there. Use your bulk to move herr doktor to the "juicing room" smiling cat-like with his amusement over the joke
the yellow demon grunted and nodded, stomping over to begin the rolling. Doc flapped his hands wildly*
Schrodinger: So amusing! I vish you could stay like this, I vould never get tired of this from all angles.
Doc: grrrrrmpph Boy, was Schrodinger gonna pay for this...
The yellow demon grunted along, using his might to roll the large mad scientist over to a peculiar device
YD: Grrr shove shove shove
Doc: grr mmph!!! *"careful.....careful!!"
The demon shoved and shoved, pressing deeply into soft skin, with juices splashing about. All the while Schrodinger smoothly hummed the oompa loompa tune
Doc could only get more and more angry with his persistent humming. His clothes now sticky and stained, Doc was rolled...getting quite dizzy. The yellow demon forcefully placed him near the suction device
Doc: mmmmph...errrr....
the yellow demon took a few steps back
While Doc lay, some red light could be seen nearby....the red demon emerging from the ground
RD: Grrr..hmmmm..... he walked over to Doc, stroking his size My My.....something must be done... The red demon quickly grappled the nozzle for suction Hmmm..now..where to place this... Perhaps trying to find your mouth would help looking all over
Schrodinger was in good view, way a top on the ceiling at the railing, sitting back and looking down, as if he could see clearly, even though he could also be standing on the ground near the scene
Doc flapped furiously
The yellow demon look oddly at a low deep section
RD: Hmm? Ah there...
Pointing YD: Here, here
RD: with a nod, Red Demon found Doc's bright blue angry yet panic-stricken face now this won't hurt a bit...mwhhe..mwheeheee
on that the nozzle was rammed into Doc's mouth
A few clicks along the silver console, and the machine whirred and churned. Doc's eye shot open as he felt a soft rising feeling up towards his mouth, the gushes of blue juice swirled and gushed out of his mouth, slurping along the hose
Doc's body bobbed in its place as the juice was sucked out, then began to shrink down, slowly but surely constant sounds of slushing and sloshing of juice sucking away
RD: Well, well...liposuction IS a good thing...
More growling sounds were heard
Doc's body now resembled a chubby blue self, anger still burning in him - "I'll get those do-gooders back for zis!!!"
Schrodinger: Puuuuu.... to himself
Doc's eyes shot a look to Schrodinger, as he pointed with his chubby blue fingers
Schrodinger: And vhat vould a plump, zaftig Smurf do? :D
Doc: on those words, the juicing machine stopped, Doc yanked out the nozzle and rushed to Schrodinger Zis is vhat he vould do!! Doc: Get back here you.....You're not going to be zee last either! I'll go after those...those....grrrr....for making me zis way; embarrassing me!!! his rage growing..as did himself
Schrodinger: Vell now...
Doc: Don't you "vell now" me! I vould be perfectly fine if you had not made fun of me! now even bigger, no longer a "smurf"...
YD: errr Boss...?
Schrodinger: Zertainly a side I've never seen to you before, Dok
Doc: A side? Grrrr
The only one affected by the growth was the Yellow demon, unsure of what to make of the situation
YD: o.O
Doc: Doc grew so angry....until he bumped his head on the ceiling Oooof!
Schrodinger: Tee hee
Doc:*doc rubbed his head* Vhat in the....
Looking at his hand casually, as if inspecting his nails Schrodinger: You seemed to have gotten over your fear of heights very quickly
Doc: Quiet, Schrodinger..zis is...extraordinary
YD: Boss got big
RD: Too right he got big,,,,
Schrodinger: I guess the Major vould've made you fight if he could zee you this way rocking his leg back and forth
Doc: I'm sure he vould...but to use zis to my advantage...hmmm
Back at the New York apartment, it was the middle of the night, everyone already fast asleep. Luke held along my body while I was comfortably dozing and Heather with her thumb in her mouth wrapped in her blankie
Emmit was also asleep, despite some extra poundage that came on him, even though he did not eat anything out of the ordinary that day; a sign that should've told him something was amiss
Quiet all around, a sound was never made as purplish eyes shined in the dark, grabbing Heather between its hands and pulling her away from the crib, along with her blankie, and into the creature's arms. Heather only made soft noises, almost aware she was in someone else's arms
Morning comes in, already dressed in a red kimono design silk blouse and pants, I slowly open the door to Heather's nursery room
Me: Softly Heather? Are you awake, sweetie?
Something didn't seem right. I could've sworn the crib was empty; my heart started to strain. I looked in closer, and nothing was in it. My eyes widened, fear overcame me. My voice was now frantic
Luke: honey...honey is everything ok? Rushing
Me: Heather! slight sobbing, breathing desperately
Luke: What? Heather? *now looking* Luke began to hug you tightly We'll find her...we'll find her...
My eyes were closed tight as my face clung to his chest, tears forming
Emmit: waddling in, munching on a pancake What? What's wrong?
Me: sobbing where is SHE!?
Emmit: Not zee baby?...
Luke: I think I have a fair idea who did this.....
Me: not shockingly realizing this, yelling at the top of my lungs as I shook BASSTAAAAAARRRRDS!
Luke: Easy, Ali...easy....*holding you tightly*
Me: Bastards!
By now everyone else has been informed of what happened, now assembled inside the apartment all together
Craig: So what's the plan?
Xig: Yeah.....we can't just break in...
Ginger, putting a reassuring hand on my shoulder Ginger: You mean you guys don't even have an idea of where they are?
Luke: I have an idea who did it..but as to where is a problem
Jan: Then what about all the fuckin' times you've been taken there? Hell, we were there too ya know
Luke: Now that's the thing.. we've been there...how did we get there?
Craig: Good point...
Ginger: There hasn't been a way you were shown?
Luke: Never....it's always been through some portal....
Steve: And I don't know the science of it, but most portals leave trails. This one has not left one
Me: my mind has gone over and over the scenes of how I want to kill them
Jan: Not left one?
Demyx: scratching his head How would you do that?
Steve: clarifying things Well...portals should leave an energy signature that can be traced...this one doesn't seem to have one
Jan looked over to his brother, knowing what the answer is
Me: Slowly lifting my head up, knowing my eyes were wet and stained, trying to wipe them away Something that can move about, but can't see
Craig: What? looking in confusion
Me: sigh something that can move about, but really can't see. Like it could be in one place or many places or none at all..
Craig: looking at you...then slowly realizing Schrodinger...
nodding solemnly
Xig: I'm starting to think whether they're still based where they originally were....
Ginger: You mean in the jungle somewhere?
Xigbar nodded with his arms folded hmmm
Xig: In a way.....I'm thinking an underground base...
Now turning to Emmit
Emmit: hmm well eating a candy bar....it maybe be here pointing out a region on the map laid out on a table, his finger leaving a chocolate mark
Jan: Christ, Emmit! How many of those did you went through?
Emmit: munch meaning?
Craig: Now cool it guys...more important stuff at hand right?
Jan thought to himself, "Meaning Jenny fuckin' Craig should get the call"
Me: Taking a look at the map
Luke: Hmmm....
Craig: What's the plan Luke? looking at the map too
Luke: Hmmm..Steve....think you could drop us off just outside here?
Steve: Easy....but....
Luke: Great!
Me: Ginger took my hand as I got up
Craig: Wait wait..who's going with?
Ginger: Don't worry sweetie rocking my hand We're not gonna let anything happen to cutie pie. Promise ya
Jan: Depends on who's capable of handling a bunch of Nazi fucks
Craig: Hmmm....
Luke: Well....I say keep it to a few...
Me: Then you must let me come along, no matter what
Luke: Jan, you're coming with us too...going to need that brotherly back up...
Jan: You mean kick-ass back up
Me: It's also for the better to have the other couple come as well
Craig: Well, myself, Emmit and Steve can do things from here
Xig: hmmm....need a 5th wheel?
Me: Well, it makes for me, Luke and Jan, and you and Demyx
Xig: Hmmm....right then
Jan: Just one thing straight, Als. I know your kid is gone, but don't hog all the ass whoop to yourself. Save some for me, and for the old man pointing to Luke
Steve began reciting from his book as a portal emerged, myself and Emmit keeping track of its signature just in case anything goes wrong
I tried to breathe in and out, trying not to let my fear control me, worrying for the worst. Heather had to be rescued, or else I might never recover, or have something else done about it at worst
Luke: looking up at the hidden fortress Hmm....
Me: Is there anything familiar here, honey?
Luke: he looked around not from here... he walked over to the concrete wall, running his hand on it
Jan: patting his shoulder with his back hand Bro... I think I know where you need to look
Luke: hmm?
With his hand on the wall, Jan felt along the strong, coarse material Jan: You should know Luke...they told us that fuckin' thing back from ways ago... here! Now pushing into an indent below some ivy and vine stalks
Luke: Luke leap back a bit Ahh... so that's where they put it..
Jan: Yeah..."along the plain path, the right will be your wrath". Or so how it goes.
Demyx: Wow, you're pretty good
Luke: -.-'
Xig: folding his arms hpmh....I coulda done that...I just chose not to...
Jan: grinning You think I'm all just fuckin' good looks?
I probably wouldn't answer that myself
The wall slid with heavy streaks, grinding on the ground with mini dust clouds, slamming against the other side, revealing the entry door
Luke: Luke stepped inside, looking around carefully It seems clear
Xig: Odd....for a place like this you would think there be someone at the door...
Demyx: You're not thinking a butler or a sentinel, are you Xiggy?
Jan scrunched his brow over that, thinking "how did a dumb ass brat know what that is?"
Old electric lights strewn overhead, wires looping down toward each lamp, the steps were old and dusty as we made our way down
Luke: hmmm...any ideas on which way, Jan? looking left and right
with a smirk, Luke looks to Jan
Jan: Think it's down here Pointing left Man Bro, why so dense about this place?
Luke: I'm not too..sure....
Me: Well, for now, Jan is our guide in this place
Luke: Hmm...I'm sure I haven't seen this place, Jan...take the lead
Jan: Awesome!
Jan led along the way, passing dark and dank corridors, until my ears perked up to some very slight and small humming sound Wait! crying out and stopping, then turning my head into the right passage end
Luke: Honey? looking back to you
My arm went up, motioning for the guys to stop, now spotting what I have only ever seen in movies and on TV. Security lights beams along the walls, aiming back and forth in thin lengths, humming with a bright white and outlined in hot red
Xig: Well I'll be...
Demyx: Wow...how did you know, Alison?
Xigbar eyed up the beams
Luke: hmmm.... security...
Me: Well...I never told anyone this really, but I have this uncanny ability to hear electronic stuff like TV's from a small distance...
Jan: Heh, might need you to check the tuner for the band's speakers.
Xig: I think I can get past these......
Me: How so? Maybe Luke can use his speed to zip along any empty areas.
Xig: Pfft...as if.....I can bet those things has some air detection on 'em... pointing
Me: Air detection?
Xig: Yeah....somethin' goes too quickly past em...beep beep beep! oing "siren" actions with his hands
Me: Hmm, a strong possibility.
Demyx reached his hand out, squeezing Xigbar's forearm Dem: Are you sure about that, Xiggy? Something about this is a little weird.
Xig: I'm sure. giving Demyx a wink
Demyx looked on, eyes filled with gleam and troublesome quarry
Xigbar took a stance...seeking the perfect moment to go, watching the beams. Xigbar closed his eyes. To the others he zipped into thin air and appeared on the other side
Me: Blinking Whoa. I remember only tidbits of scenes from the game, moving quickly and blurring in sight
Jan: Fuck yeah! Looks like Patchy the pirate pawned you in steroid speed, bro.
Luke: hmph...maybe so.....Something does seem up though.
Xig: Yeah? Like what? as he turned towards the keypad, shutting the beams down
The beams hummed to a stop and disappeared
Me: I then spotted something large and tingy in the dark Like that!
The large, bulky yellow hand I remembered grabbing my arm wrapped around Xigbar's mouth before he could grasp out
Xigbar muffled, his hands grabbing the large yellow limb
Luke, using his speed, ran to help
Demyx: Xigbar!!
Just as Luke managed to get there, Xigbar was dragged away
Me: Gasp
Demyx: NO!
Already safe to cross, the three of us met up with Luke, exasperated and looking on into nothing
Luke: Looks like these demons are all cooped up here... Turning around We'd better find him....
Nodding
We then rushed through the doorway
Xig: Xigbar then came to, his eyes heavy as his head hung down. Shaking it off a little he tried to stand....tied to a chair, he struggled Grrr
Voice: You're up now? it sounded smarmy yet gentle, very child-like I zink you hit him too hard.
Xig: Ughhh.....*still a tad dazed*
YD: Boss... it droned and sloshed in its heavy voice
Xig: Ugh...where... am I? Xigbar still trying to shake the cobwebs free
Doc: Well, I see you have time to be tied down. the large voice gave Xigbar a slight headache
Xig: ughhhh... >.<
Standing before him, back up a ways given the room, he looked up and up at the imposingly large figure of Doc, his grin maniacal as ever. Schrodinger stood at the other end, while the 2 demons were close on the other side
Xig: Doc....I should have known. struggling even more now to get free
Doc: Perhaps you vere thinking of seeing another artificially enlarged being standing for its own amusement?
Xig: Grrrr....*staring daggers at Doc* What's all this for?! Taking an innocence child....*struggling more, as he grew angry*
Doc: Shaking his head mockingly Tsk. Show a little compassion. I only vanted to see my only grand niece, seeing her parents refused access. Heather was shown inside an ordinary play pen, staring out with her little hands held on the wooden bars, looking over and unsure of what to do Vhy keep zuch a child away? She's very cute after all.
Xig: Well..hpmh...*looking down*...if you weren't such an ASS looking up you'd probably get to see her!
Doc: Curious Vhat's this now? The Free Sharpshooter dizplaying emotions? Showing a bit of his heart that might not be there?
Xigbar gritted his teeth, remembering back to how Demyx knew they had hearts, despite being a Nobody at one time. Demyx...
Xig: If you've any sense, you'd let me go...you wouldn't like me when I'm angry....
The other cronies snickered by that
Xig: Grrrrrrrr....*the ropes along his wrists began to tighten and creak under the fiber* GRRRRRRRRRRRRR
RD: Hmm....this doesn't look good....
Xig: GRRRRRRRRRR
Xigbar's frame grew wider and taller, stressing his restraints
The ropes snapped 2 at a time, ripping and groaning, tearing apart along his waist. On that, Xigbar stood free, growling constantly
Schrodinger: Not expecting this... then Schrodinger's form disappeared out of existence
the ropes now on the floor and the chair pushed back from behind his legs
Xigbar clenched his fists tightly, his eyes burning into Doc
Doc arched back, struck by the enormity of the situation; Xigbar now stretching past him
He looked down on Doc, growling, anger burning within
Doc: barking orders Don't stand there! Defend the laboratory!
RD: You're on your own!!! poof!!!
Doc: You there! Sustain him!!
The Yellow Demon, frightened by the large man, tried to make a charge for Xigbar's leg and boot; as he now stood roughly 63 feet
Xig: Grr.... he raised his foot high.....
With a heavy thump, his foot came down upon the yellow demon, making an echoing loud thud/squish
Doc hoarsely gasped out
Xig: his voice booming One down....
By using the presence of Chi energy, Luke was able to pin point an enormous amount, and some slightly increasing for some reason. Demyx, while following our lead, still felt shaken by what happened by Xigbar's unexpected brashness of removing the security lights
Luke: hmmm...they've got to be close by...
Me: Is there a sense of Heather there? even though it came out funny, it was the best way to say it
Demyx: Or..even Xiggy?
Luke: Yes.... just up ahead I think...hmmm.... keypad entry looking at the digits on the door
turning around he faces the group, looking for ideas
Luke: Any ideas guys?
Me: Maybe using a powder to blow on it to reveal finger prints?
Luke: Could work..... turning around, the lock clicks as the door swings open violently, knocking Luke to the floor full force
Me: Ahh!! Luke! he hit the floor with a heavy thud. I rushed over to his side, lifting his head up Demyx, help me!
Xig: trying to whisper It's okay Heather..
Me: Xigbar!
Heather: Heather wailed softly, wanting to be let out Mama! Mama!
Xig: Come on in guys....
Me: Heather! Calling out again
Xig had pinned Doc with one giant foot, as he pointed where Heather was
Me: now more frantic Heather!
Jan ended up supporting his older brother over his shoulder, as Demyx rushed up to his big lover
Xig: Hey there kid hehe...
Looking up wide eyed Dem: You got enbiggened again!
Me: I spotted the play pen and quickly scooped up Heather, as she cried through her reddish face. I shushed her, petting her head and down her hair My baby! My baby! It's alright, I'm here... it's okay...we'll get you home soon...
Bending down, Xigbar easily glided his hand out for us, scooping up Demyx first, then Luke and Jan, and finally leaving me to climb on, holding Heather very tight
Xig: Hmmm..think I'll be able to get through the portal?
Me: We could have the others try to increase the portal.
Xig: In the living room?
Dem: Then suggest another locale, one with lots of room.
Xig:....nearby field?
He nodded, looking adorably cute in Xigbar's large eyes
Xigbar grinned
One of us established contact with the command center, directing the portal spell to open. A portal enlarged and blinked into existence, slightly larger than Xigbar, providing a clear path out of the laboratory compound, his feet shaking the ground as he entered.
Chapter 25: The Hunger Grows
Summary:
And it's not the only growth.
Chapter Text
*After landing in a nearby field and returning home, Luke was still out cold. With the help from Demyx via kissing, Xiggy reverted back to size*
Craig: What happened to Luke? *helping to lay him down on the couch*
Me: A door just flew open and knocked him back!
Craig: Ahh....wait just a door? *pulling an odd 'WTF' face at that*
Me: Except it looked like getting punched right in the teeth
Craig: Hmmm....Luke..you okay dude? *trying to bring him round*
*Xigbar slowly realized to himself what he did back at Millennium base, but kept buttoned over it*
Me: *Kneeling down to his face* Honey?
*Luke stirred a little*
Craig: Ah...he's coming round..give him some room...
Me: *I clasped my hands together, worried* Honey... *hoping for his usual response*
Luke: Ughh...what? ....*his eyes slowly opening*
*Luke began to focus on the many faces looking to him with worry*
*He then sat up quickly, wide eyed*
Luke: *his eyes riddled with confusion* Wh...who are you? *now standing up, but a little wobbly*
*Ginger, unfortunately would not assume he was out of place* Ginger: What are you talking about? It's us
Luke: *taking a step back* who? *his eyes flicking between everyone*
Craig: Not good... *my voice low and grave*
Demyx: You don't..know us?
*Luke shook his head....who were these people? Where was he?*
Craig: .....really not good.....
*Emmit walked into the room, trying to reassure Luke, telling him he had a bad fall and that he needed a few checks - being a doctor and all...*
Luke: What's the diagnosis?
Emmit: Vell...a very big bump indeed
Craig: *turning to the group, Emmit told them straight* It seems like a spot of amnesia...
Me: *Folding my lips in*
Ginger: *Ginger widened her eyes* Oh no. Will he be alright?
Emmit: Vell...he should be....vee just need something to trigger a memory
Craig: Hmmm....Ginger....does Steve have anything on this?
Ginger: If only he was here to ask on
Me: Where is he? *realizing and looking around*
Ginger: Caught a bit of a bug of sorts and I brought him back home
Craig: Hmmm...well...he left his book behind.... *looking to a nearby table*
Me: Um...
Craig: *I begin leafing through the book* hmmm....
Me: *shyly* Maybe...it's a bit stressful for him to be around alot of people..so maybe...
Emmit: *chuckling* hehehe.....go for a valk hehe
Me: Uh, yes *smiling weakly, then gently taking Luke's hand* ...It's okay
Luke: *looking down to your hand....feeling warmness, something unexplainable. He smiled*
Me: We'll get some air for now
*From the opening door of Heather's room, Jan quietly slinked out*
*Luke began to look at Jan oddly*
Jan: O.o What the fuck is your problem, bro?
Ginger: Janni!
Luke: Hmph......brilliant language *raising an eyebrow*
Me: *a slight chuckle tried to escape me, but I held it down*
Craig: *I still flicked through the book*
*I then took Luke out of the front door*
Luke: Who was he? *whispering to you*
*Ginger smacked Jan in the back of the head*
Jan: Yow!
Ginger: What the hell's wrong with you? Your brother became conscious and that's how you behave?
Luke: I'm related to...that? -.-
Craig: Hey, I've found something! Notormous...Fee-linosa?
*POOF!!!*
Ginger: *Defensive* It ain't always about you, honey...huh? *now looking at the sparkling mist of pink smoke*
Craig: *I look up...* Any luck?
*Now Ginger sucked in her lips*
Craig: What? *looking at Ginger* *Licking my "paw" to slick my hair*
Demyx: Awwww *going googly eyed* a kitten!
Craig: What? Where?
*Demyx bent down and picked Craig up*
*I look around, tail flailing...then slowly realizing*
Craig: Oh GREAT! *cleaning myself*
*Craig, almost out of playfully kitten instinct, then scratched Demyx's hand, both yelping out as Craig landed on the floor*
Craig: *thud, all paws first* hmmmph... mew?
*Ginger giggled*
Xigbar: Ah...well...curiosity doesn't kill the cat I take it...?
Jan: Hey, Water Boy. This is why you have a guy. You're supposed to scratch the pussy, not have the pussy scratch you
Craig :*looking to Xiggy* Mew?? *I hiss at Jan*
*Ginger's face turned to a slighter dark pink*
Demyx: Uh... *confused by that*
Jan: What? It's a joke, man. Not like...
Ginger: *Sighing* Oh...let me try...
Craig: *I tilt my head slightly to the side*
*Glancing through the book, trailing down the pages with her red fingernail* Ginger: Klatu...Huma-tor
*POOF!!!!*
*Then tilting her head, dumbfounded* Ginger: Klatu?
Craig: Is it safe? *eyes closed*
*Demyx pats him on the shoulder*
Craig: *jumping a little, I open one eye*
Demyx: Looks like your back
Craig: phew.....oh and Jan...no more pussy jokes right? o.O
Jan: Yeah, yeah *waving his hand*
Demyx: But I don't get it
Craig: *chuckling* just..don't get it
Ginger: Okay, okay *looking through the book again* I don't even know half of these words
Craig: Hmmm.... I'm not saying that one *pointing at a few*
*Xigbar then swipes the book gingerly*
Craig: Hmmm...
Xigbar: Let me fiddle with this...
*Then, saying a phrase that could work and seemed possible*
*Jaw dropping how easily he read the cryptic words*
Craig: And....you know how to read that how?
Xigbar: Practice, dude
Ahhh....care to teach me that stuff? Hehe
*POOF!!*
*The book plopped on the floor*
Craig: Errr...okay....
*out of the smoke, Xigbar, smaller in a new way, looking like a traditional turkey with feathers, but a back top head with a small right eye patch*
Craig: *I stifle a laugh*
Demyx: Xig-hee-bar hee
Xig: gobble gobble coo...?
Craig: Hmmm... Now...I'm not one for jokes...but...Thanksgiving already? *raising an eyebrow*
*Xigbar gave what could only be an 'angry gobble'*
Jan: *Making another joke* And look, this one's already stuffed
Craig: *I couldn't help but laugh*
*Turkey Xigbar flapping his "wings" in the air and proceeded to buck Jan all over his head*
Craig: *I laugh even louder now, falling to the floor*
Jan: Ow, yeooww! You fuckin' hormone fed buzzard!
Craig: That's *gasp* the funniest shit I've ever..ba...babaahaaaaaa Jan hahaha...you got served by a turkey to be served !!!!
Jan: Yow! Somebody change him back!!
Ginger: Well, I don't know. You had it comin' to you
Ginger hahahah....yo-your *hahaha* your call on this hah
Demyx: Xiggy...uh..wait... *trying to grab him*
*Ginger picked the book off the floor* Ginger: Klatu...Huma-tor!
*POOF!!*
*Xigbar reverted back, but around Demyx's arms while still trying to beat the crap out of Jan*
Craig: *My laughing still going* Oh my god haha
Xigbar:...Snot Picker!! *He seemed to be shouting other things at him while as a turkey*
Jan: *Snort* Is that the best you got?
Craig: *catching my breath* okay, time, gentlemen, please....
Ginger: Yes, please... *now annoyed* Jan.... *heavy sigh* I don't even know where to begin
*Jan then shyly pointed downward*
Ginger: I don't mean that!
Craig: Haha! Sex on the brain....*shaking my head*
Ginger: I don't what exactly happened over at that base, but it looked you got a bump on your head!
Jan: That's because you gave it to me earlier *pointing in the back*
Craig: Oooh a domestic on our hands...don't mind us...
Ginger: You know...you really do surprise me. All those I stood up for it, the least you could do is be a bit more sympathetic
Jan: For what? With bro? Why would I know what his problem was back there!
Demyx: Didn't he have amnesia?
Jan: Amne...what the fuck? Door wasn't that hard!
Ginger: THAT DOESN'T MATTER!
Ginger: One minute, you do seem to care about him but the next... *grunting in frustration*
Jan: What the hell do you want me to do, babe?
Craig: Dude..chill...just...
Ginger: Don't call me babe! *Finger fiercely pointed at him*
Jan: Don't fuckin' chill me, Whitehouse!
Craig: *my eyes going wide* calm it man....
Jan: I'm sick of everything thinking here I'm useless!
Ginger: You're not useless! You just need...
Jan: What I don't need is someone *now looking down*, anyone, telling me what to do!
*He was becoming very angry, if he didn't know what else to do, he would've slapped Ginger like any other whore he went for. But...decided not to. Instead, he sighed and stormed out*
Craig: Damn....*just watching as he slammed the door*
*Her look began to glaze, like she was already slapped into reality. Now seeing he was gone*
Ginger: Jan...
Craig: *I sigh and take a seat* seems to me he needs to let off some steam
Xigbar:...I guess that was his bad side after all
Ginger: I... I don't understand. I'm cool with whatever he does *now plopping on the couch* But now...just sticking down his throat...I thought he had more consideration for Luke
Craig: It's kinda like how my sister and I work.....siblings fight a lot, to my knowledge...he needs to find consideration himself
Ginger: ...Maybe...
Craig: Give him time....He'll come round...and have an epiphany at the same time...
*In his mind, Jan thought back, for once, over what happened. It was like what he was saying out loud in front of Heather, who held her little fluffy bear and thumb sucking*
*With cracking jokes, no one ever seemed to appreciate what he did. It wasn't that he hated them, he just didn't like all the attention others get for their troubles*
*He thought he would have the easy life not being in Millennium anymore, but somehow, it didn't turn out as he expected. Not even with becoming a different person; a slightly different person. So, he returned to the other house and wrote a note, saying he had to leave, that there was too much going on for him, and not to call him a fuckin coward. As he slipped the note back on the bed, he did ponder back a little over Doc. As mad and creepy as he was, he didn't always yell at him for screwing up. It was worth a shot, but maybe something else can be done*
*The wind blew along the ruffling green leaves, air slightly cool, as we sat on the bench in a small park. So far, only 2 families came and went, most of the time it was just us. I sat rather tight, almost as if subconsciously being proper, while Luke just sat and looked out, almost pondering*
Luke: Hmmm....looking at all of this.....it gets me thinking...
Me: About what?
Luke: I'm thinking of a lot of things.... *just looking into the distance, trying to find something*
Me: Well...take your time...
*he sighed, looking down. Why couldn't he remember?*
Me: This takes me back to the other times we had...
*he looked to you, wanting to know more*
Me: I..know it would sound strange to you, but we always went through so many weird things. Even when we first met
*Luke nodded as you explained just some of the things. He thought about them, not even sure it was true.*
Me: I just hope I'm getting through to you somehow. I don't want to think I'm weird or anything...I'm just worried
Luke: don't be...ugh I think I need a break.... *looking around...noticing a nice little cafe* Hmmm..
Me: Hm? What is it?
Luke: *He pointed to the cafe* We could go there for a while....
Me: Umm...okay
*We settled in at the cafe, preferably in the back. Since he paid for his own, I decided to treat him to it, the least I could do. Unaware that I would be paying for a second one after the first was completely gone*
*Thinking to myself, at this rate, he won't remember where the extra pounds came from*
Luke: mmm....you really should try this *gulp hic* ooo..er...excuse me hehe
Me: It's okay, but I'm not hungry right now
Luke: hehe...well...that means more for me *pleasantly eating that last of his slice* *dabbing his mouth with a cloth* hmmm... Please excuse me...I'm going to head to the "little boys room" as it were hehe
Me: heh
*Luke stood up, and headed to the toilets...but before he could open the door, he smelt the whiff off the kitchen just down the hall*
*Maybe some of his self is slowly fading in*
Luke: *Luke's tummy growled loudly* What? I've just eaten.... *The temptation was unbearable as one of the kitchen staff rested a whole pie on the shelf to cool. He slowly walked to the kitchen, peeking in.....then swiftly swiped the pie, eating it in high speed. He belched loudly, barely noticing his added height. He then peeked into the kitchen again, looking for more. His stomach burned with hunger now, not sure what to do except eat*
*From the table, I thought a heard a loud burp*
*It seemed the kitchen staff had left for a quiet cigarette out back. Meanwhile, Luke began to eat the entire contents of the kitchen, munching noisily on anything and everything until he eventually hit the ceiling. The ceiling began to crack under the pressure of his height and weight*
Luke: *his voice somewhat fuller and larger* What's happening to me? *as he now munched on the kitchen surfaces*
Me: He's really taking a long time... *then came a wild shriek, a woman's shriek* *more sounds kept coming from the back*
*Luke munched on the building itself now*
*the sounds of a crowd calling out and things crunching and crumbling, the other patrons took notice*
*A thin waitress with brownish hair tied back sped out of the flip doors, other kitchen staff followed suit. She screamed out about something in the kitchen, a monster, run away*
Me: Huh??
*Luke could be heard munching on the roof*
*A thunderous shook and quake overtook the cafe, the patrons now fleeing, moving over each other, toppling to get away*
Me: *One man took my hand, saying I was insane to stay there and pulled me out* But...
*By now Luke had eaten the roof and was still hungry. Standing up he looked around for me*
Me: Wait! I... *Now nearing safety or at least thought so. I told the man I was fine and I will get to a safe place, now turning my attention to looking for Luke*
*Passerbys on the street took notice of the frantic running, curiosity now forming with fear was taking place*
Luke: *Luke now stomped down the streets, eating away at buildings, growing taller* I MUST stop!!
Me: Oh my God! *Shouting out* Luke! Luuuke! Luke! Please stop!!
Luke: *standing still, he turned around to see you standing there* What's wrong with me?
Me: What in the world happened!?
Luke: I couldn't stop eating.....
Me: I...I can't believe this! You ended up growing without knowing it! We have to do something! We have to get you back!
*Somewhere off in the distance, among the air around the city, someone was watching with a very keen interest. Seeming to be levitating over nothing, but with a smirk on his face* Doc: Danke Schrodinger for "lending" yourself to me. I knew you had a more useful means than banter...
Me: Please, honey. I know you don't recognize me as you know me, but I do
*Luke sat down, watching. Something began to tickle in the back of his mind*
*More screams became protruding, police and ticker tapes were called in, keeping people back. As frightening as the situation was, people couldn't help but gawk, some tried to snap cell phone pics of Luke.*
Anyone in crowd: A monster!
Crowd: A giant monster!
Luke: *Luke looked up...* a monster?
*Now slowly standing back up, his presence fearsome as his height. There were a few mutterings of how big he is, at least to some that it looked like a man, a human being*
Alison Gray: *Police and crowd control kept surveying the situation, making sure Luke didn't do anything destructive while trying to find a way to "rescue" the victim: me*
*Luke looked around...the tickle growing until eventually...*
Luke: I'm scared...Alison....
Me: ...Wha...what?
*He looked down, genially worried...if not, scared...for the once in a long time*
Me: *Looking up* Luke?
Luke: *looking to the crowd* I'm not a monster....
*Surprise overcame the crowd, not so much over the slightly deep voice, but that he was able to talk*
*He seemed confused as to what to do...was he really a monster? No human could do this....was he human?*
Me: Luke? *He reached down for me*
*He was awash with people staring at this "monster"*
*His large gloved hands clasped over me, the crowd cried out incessantly, as be brought me further up. Or it felt like it was further up than I expected, unaware that it was Luke growing again*
Me: Ahh! Honey, be careful! Special cargo!
*Luke then stomped away, causing more and more damage with each step*
Me: Luke!
*At the moment, his height reached around the higher part of smaller building windows; me being encompassed in his hand seemed very vast, just hoping I don't get crushed*
*He needed a place to hide for the moment, somewhere with alot of space and no prying eyes*
*Seeing no possible choice inside a busy and now awareful city, the next place had to be the barn. A portal big enough for him weaved in the air and stepped through it*
*The day was still clear with a few clouds as Luke stormed into the fieldy area. A few birds scattered in the sky, but not much else for things to be afraid of. Now tucked inside his coat pocket at the top, he crawled between the open barn doors, sending out rocking tremors when he sat down, almost very defeated and upset, now bringing into the open again and placed along a rafter in plain view of him*
Luke: *sighing to himself* Everything is my fault again
Me: Honey...
Luke: I know you're trying to help, sweetie. I guess I can never let go of being called that
Me: Well, we all do. I guess... no matter how much we're away from our past, how far we escape, it still nags at us. But, if you really feel you're not a monster in anyway, the only way to do that would be to go in the opposite. Like, give people a reason to see you're not a monster, that someone as yourself can be helpful
Luke: But how can I do that when I look like this, and now, people in town will recognize us. Unless somehow New York gets attacked by Godzilla or King Kong, they'll see me as that
Me: Hmm *trying to think* I mean...you don't...feel bad about being big, do you?
*Looking at me, with eyes sad yet open* Luke: ...not..particularly. Back then, I never liked doing this. Before I met you I mean. When Doc realized what I could do and at a young age, he at first kept it secret, looking over me and experimenting on me, trying to find out how it worked. Even now, I become conscious when I do get examined. But...it wasn't until...that one day..
Me: *Tilting my head* What one day?
Luke: It happened..during routine work. Back then, the Major's plan for conquest was becoming more of a reality. I was in a hanger that day, picking up a unique knife I found there. It would be the one I gave you.
Me: Ahh
Luke: I was practicing it for a while, trying to show myself I wasn't some army brat or anything like that. I wanted to be someone special, that even the Major wouldn't see me as just cannon fodder. But, these thoughts sprang inside me, like, pleasing thoughts, ones that make you feel higher if you will. I didn't realize then how high I thought I was until the knife in my hand became very small and my head reached along the dusty windows to the outside. I was nervous and terrified over what was happening to me. I didn't know what to do then. I know, "performing" for Doc, I could do it then knowing it, but there I had no idea, I didn't know if I could stop it
Luke: Before I knew it, I was too big inside the hanger, until I forced myself to lie down on the ground, everything pushed away from me. And also little did I know that Jan eventually came around, along with another soldier. He was the one that screamed at me *trying to say the word*, he screamed..monster..at me, and ran off. And then Jan took off too, without even doing anything. I didn't even know he recognized me. But, this and that, it was discovered what I can do
*I hung onto Luke's words, pouring out his inner sorrow, his damaging past that made he somehow feel the way he does now*
Luke: The Major, upon hearing of the "news" decided for us to storm the Hellsing mansion; in an attempt to use my powers. I felt so sure I could do it, so sure of myself. But, I was so frightened by how Alucard really was; displaying his vampiric powers that even I didn't have that I was scared senseless to not attack
Luke: I know I've said I should've been dead, stayed dead, but...for being used by this organization again, I didn't feel anything for it anymore. That it was a decision I ended up making and putting too many risks on everyone doing that. I'm not sure how Jan felt about deciding to "leave", but he ended up coming anyway
*I was unsure if I should say something*
Me: And...I also...felt that too
*Luke looked to you, his eyes seemed teary*
Me: I thought I would be wrapped up in so much panic that I would never recover... but...again, it looks like I did, even from your memories...not that I still don't see it, but it doesn't hurt as much, maybe...it can be like that for you...
*his eyes looking deep into yours....something coming back. His natural instincts now lead him to wrap his arm around you tightly, pulling you close*
*He reached out for me, like he was greeting me happily, but with his large hands*
Me: Uh, honey? *He cupped me along the fabric of his gloves, slowly bringing me closer, my view of the barn walls moving as I approach his chest closer*
*his stare seemed a little blank, deep in thought*
*My head rested against a zipper and fabric line, feeling the sensations from inside his torso, not as warm, but still full of life. Or maybe it was the warmth that was coming from me, but all over and really heated. Still close to him, I felt more of the fabrics, somehow encompassing more of me. I began to feel more of his body, moving to a shoulder, below his chin; thinking I was being moved all around, but instead...it looked like I was about to meet him all the way*
*I fully realized, by now at eye view to the other side of the barn rafters and looking all around at the ground with hay and barrels, that I was now giant sized*
Me: Oh...oh my...
*Luke grinned*
Me: This is... *still looking around*
Me: *Jumpy* It feels like I crawled inside a doll house or doll barn
*Luke tried to calm you down*
Me: I mean..I'm not scared or anything..I just didn't e-expect this
*Luke still smiled*
*He pressed me further to his chest by his arms, wrapping tighter*
*Luke cuddled you against his chest*
Me: heee... I guess we'll both be that together... while being called that isn't my thing either
*He nodded, resting his head lightly on yours*
Me: *softly smiling* ready to grow down yet?
Luke: Just a moment...
Me: okay
Me: hmmmmm *sighing and then speaking quietly* d'squeak
*Luke chuckled lightly and sighing too*
*Doc sat at his desk, typing up and finalizing his 'master plan' so to speak, the lab was dark, with just the laptop light*
*everything seemed to be in place at just the right moment. Xigbar displaying an unusual knack for enlarging himself solidified the plans, despite the use of the same ability given to the boy and the countless times Luke used it*
*Big Red came stomping in*
*Doc's thoughts of how Schrodinger was "operated" on, confusing his mind enough so that he could take the teleportation potential onto himself were interrupted*
R: Well, Doc....what are you cooking up now? Nothing has worked so far...and my patience is wearing thin...
Doc: *nonchalantly* You vremind me of the Major...but he never showed impatience, even vhen others have died horrible deaths in duty... Luckily, I managed vithout a scratch...or at least a decoy of mine. But after planning and experimentation, I've finally be able to achieve *now fully standing up* my one true plan for this vorld!
R: Oh really? And that would be...?
Doc: Vell...as personal as it sounds...I have had some "issues" about appearances...
*A mocking voice called from the distance* Jan: Appearance?? Hell, you look like a god damn stripper with that friggin' get up!
*Big Red and Doc looking to the shadows*
Jan: Yea, it's me, who else? *Walking casually out, his arms bent and hands inside his pockets*
R: *Red began to stomp to him* HOw did you get past the guards?!
Jan: What fuckin' guards? Got in here the same way I CAME in. And no need to yell at me if we're gonna be partners and shit
*Moves aside* Jan: So Unc... *moving toward Doc* You said you wanted us to come back? Well... *Showcasing his hands to direct the full picture of himself* Here "I" am
*Big Red growling deeply*
Jan: *turning around* Calm down, Red
*He grunts loudly, with Doc looking a tad flabbergasted*
Jan: Well, what do you say, Doc?
dOC: *He raised an eyebrow* And vhat brought zis change?
*He had to think quickly for a moment; Doc doesn't have Telepathy, but he can't show anything that would give him away*
Jan: Because I want to be better, that's why. That I can be just as bad ass as Bro, as powerful as he is
Doc: Hmmm..*stroking his chin* Vell..one ist better than nothing..
Jan: Aw, yeah *grinning*
Doc: hmmm...und I have huge plans, let me tell you... *grinning madly*
*Soon, his plan was taking affect. There were small medical reports from hospitals coming in about excessive fat cell gains in patients. And it was just anyone affected by this, anyone, male or female deemed attractive, were engorged with body fat that came out of nowhere*
*Everyone sat watching in the living room as this was aired*
Craig: Hmmm..well I can guess who did this....
*Just as the report came on, Luke and I entered*
Craig: Hey guys you seen this? *pointing to the TV*
Me: No, what?
Xig: Well...there's only 1 person I can think of that caused this...
Steve: Oh yeah....and one person he would love to target....
Demyx: *Watching this like a movie while eating popcorn* Oh no! *Turning to Xigbar* Does that mean you're gonna get fay, Xiggy?
Me: Who would he target??
*Steve pointed upstairs, directly to where Emmit's room was*
Me: Uh...no... Wait a mintue! Where's Jan?
Craig: That's another thing.....we don't know where he is, not answering his phone....
Ginger: This maybe why *walking in with Jan's cellphone*
Dem: His phone?
Me: Is it turned off?
Ginger: No...right here
*Looking over*
Dem: Xiggy, shouldn't you be worried? *hoping he knows what he means*
Me: But now all this? *trying not to panic or get an anxiety bout* Shouldn't we check up on Emmit?
Craig: *I nod* Who knows? Maybe the way he's eaten he'll have......no...sure?
Dem: I mean, not that I wouldn't love you any less...you might feel really softer...
Me: But...maybe there's a reason for him eating so much?
Craig: I'm thinking that too...
Me: Come on *trying to lead the others*
*Xigbar shrugged*
Dem: *thinks again* But then... *pondering* what if happened to me... *Xigbar pulled Demyx with him*
*Us making our way up the stairs**from behind the door to Emmit's room a rustling could be heard, perhaps of candy wrappers* *There also sounded like groaning noises, like creaky floors being stepped on, growing louder*
Craig: What the hell's going on in there? *giving a confused look to everyone else*
Me: Emmit? *the munching stopped but the groaning and creaking continued; now making the sounds of bed springs bending*
Me: *Calling further, not sure to raising my voice* Are you alright?
Emmit: E: err...yes I'm fine...
Craig: You don't sound it dude...
Me: You sound...odd
Emmit: No no I'm fine..honestly...
Craig: Right..Emmit..I'm opening the door on 3...
Me: *Turning to Luke* Luke? Maybe you can phase through?
Luke: Craig may be doing the job for us it seems...
Craig: *I twist the doorknob...* Ah..locked...
Luke: Ah...my time to shine
Craig: *He walked to the wall, and phased through. From inside it was heard* Emmit?! What the...?
Alison Gray: *Xig rolls his eyes in a "well duh" way*
Alison Gray: Luke, what happened in there!
Luke: *Luke opens the door up* You must see this...
Craig: *I walk in...*Emmit?!
Emmit: Ja, ja...I know...
*Everyone joined us in the room, awestruck by Emmit's new 1000lb frame*
Xig: Well..the candy finally caught up with him...
Me: Not even candy could do this much damage!
*Demyx was the only one goad enough to approach the mammoth Emmit on his scrunched bed, curiously poking at any sides with extra folds and fats*
Emmit: Hey now that vasn't good at all... *his weight jiggling*
*Demyx couldn't help but look in awe as his skin wiggled, holding back a giggle*
Me: Um... *now moving closer, not sure if I should kneel as I walked to the other side of him, looking him over* Emmit, how do you feel?
Emmit: Hungry....if not a little vobbly
Me: But overall, nothing else? Nothing hurting?
*He shook his head, his extra chin wobbling*
Me: Um, I guess health is okay?
Emmit: I feel great...it's a shame about the figure though...
Me: Well, yes... We know who did this
*Luke nodded*
*With an effort on his part, he slid his heavy sacked arm down, his pudgy, smooth fingers grasping at my hand*
Me: *Softly smiling back* Don't worry. We'll put a stop to this once and for all
Craig: Hey guys....why do I get the feeling I know where Jan went?
Me: Hmm? What do you feel Craig?
Craig: His disappearance..and he's been a bit off lately....usually people like him look to family for help...you don't think he...?
Me: He went... You don't think he went...?
Craig: *I nod slowly*
Ginger: No! How could he do such a thing!!
*Luke sighed in disappointment*
Me: Oh, honey
*He frowned*
Me: It can't be like what was before...maybe there was a reason why he ran off that day. I mean, why just go off all of a sudden; or just stay behind from the beginning? There has to be a reason for him to do this, to go off like that
Luke: I know....unless...
Ginger: *upset* Unless what?
Luke: Unless it's a 'lime-light' thing...
Me: 'lime-light' thing?
Ginger: Luke, come on, don't scare me like that. As crass as he is and inconsiderate, it's like Ally said, why do this now? I feel bad enough for what happened
Dem: Would Jan really turn like that? Did we really work together with a potential, psychopath??
Craig: Not a psychopath..maybe jealous? o.O
Me: Seems like a big factor
Jan: *voice in an echo distance* Did someone say "big"?
Craig: Huh?!
*Luke looked to the window*
Ginger: Janni?! *Running to the window*
Dem: It's him? *Now everyone tried to get a glimpse out the window*
*There was Jan, standing outside in the back, a faint smile from what we could see*
Craig: Dude where you been?!
Ginger: It IS Janni! *Gladness in her voice as she rushed out, running down the stairs*
Me: Ginger?
*She came back down to the ground floor and turned the knob on the back door, creaking open as she sprinted for Jan*
Ginger: Oh Janni! *Now near his arms* I'm so sorry for yelling at you!
Jan: Think nothin' of it,
babe *holding her closer*
Jan: Guess I just needed to clear my head
*His gloved hand slowly crept along the base of her back and moving into her neck, a resounding energy pulsed from it*
Jan: Looks like you need to rest yourself...
*The energy ran through Ginger, as it slowly knocked her out, losing balance in her legs as she went limp*
Craig: Ginger!
Me: Jan!!
*He looked back up* Jan: What? *He rested her down on the ground* I didn't want her to see this...
*Now stepping a ways back*
Craig: What's he doin'?
*His arms outstretched, a very Christ-like position, a resonance going on inside him, any blood in him rushing at fast speed, pumping any trace of his heart and through his veins, the feeling warming quickly*
*Demyx cocked his head, like he'd seen this before*
Xig: ugh what's that bonehead doing?
Jan: *His golden eyes now open, his voice slightly different* You'll regret callin' me a fuckin' bonehead, Patchy...
*The look of his body began to change, he started to expand, to rise, to grow, his once tall frame now becoming taller, brimming with an energy never seen or felt before*
*His body taking on a mini-giant appearance before his height exploded further*
Craig: Errr...I say we high tail it....anyone agree?
*All of us nodding*
Me: But what about Emmit?
*We all head for the door*
Craig: Errr....
Steve: *Steve quickly pointed to him, pink dust spraying to Emmit** I have just the thing....
Demyx: What are you gonna do?
*the dust fell on Emmit, making him feel lighter*
Me: Ahhh
*With his fat moving slowly, he easily floated in the air*
Craig: Right....and RUN!
*we fled out of the room, now forming outside*
Craig: Jan, what the fuck man!!!?
Xig: Hmph..
Luke: Jan?
*Jan only looked down on his former comrades, roughly over 70 feet high*
Jan: What's the matter, Xig? Feelin' a little "short" somewhere?
*Xigbar folded his arms*
Xig: Don't make me come up there, Jan...
Jan: Like you can do any better...
Xig: Just watch me, hot shot... *grabbing Demyx, he planted a kiss on his lips*
Dem: *wide-eyed by the surprise kiss* mm
*Why was Xigbar kissing Demyx at a time like this?*
*He ended the kiss and looked to Jan again, panting a little*
*Demyx raised his fingers to his lips, flushing a pink glow*
*Xigbar's stared angrily now up at Jan, growing taller and taller slowly*
Craig: Holy crap Xig....
Me: Oh my gosh!
Dem: Eh...Xiggy??
*Xigbar clenched his fists, now enlarging 25 feet and growing*
Jan: Well, fuck yeah! Looks like you got some tricks up your infinite sleeves
Me: Oh! Luke...Ginger
Xig: Yeah.... *now 50 feet*....time to meet your match, Jan..I've been waitin' a long time for this...
*It's now come to this; I still never thought we would be fighting against one of our own*
Jan: *Laughing* Least you're not a 50 foot buzzard!
Me: Huh?
Xig: *Xigbar then reached Jan's gigantic height, swinging for him at that comment* I'll show you buzzard!!
*Jan ducked down*
Me: Xigbar's really peeved at Jan!
Craig: You bet....
Me: We have to get Ginger out of there
*Luke nodded*
*Xigbar was now wrestling Jan, his hands around Jan's wrists but barely gripping*
*Jan lodged his boot on his chest*
Me: Uncle Steve!
*Steve ran to her, picking her up in his arms*
Me: Is she alright? *Helping to look over, shaking from the loud thumps to the earth*
Craig: She should be fine...
*Demyx cupped his palms together to form a bubble of water, letting it pour over Ginger's mouth; a bottom belly pouch from Emmit's bumping the back of his head*
Dem: OOff! *Rubbing the base*
Emmit: Sorry
Me: What'll we do about those 2? This can't go on forever
Craig: I know....they'll wind up killing each other if we don't stop it some how
Demyx: Or destroy the house
But what's gonna convince either one?
*Demyx turned back to the brawl rumble; still surprised that Xigbar expanded from his kiss. He wanted to pull Xiggy away, easing his anger back like how he felt guilty for not protecting him*
Dem: Then I'll protect him! *Searching inside himself for that one spot that let's it all go, putting any emotion out there that'll convey what he had to go. Focusing on the power of anger and sadness at once, his body jutted once, then a couple more times, until he fully enlarged; this time more quickly*
Craig: Ok, I want what he had.... *looking up*
*It wasn't a subtle slow growth that plagued him the first time; it was one where he needed to be an exact size to take down 2 giant hotheads*
*Jan and Xigbar still wrestled, getting dangerously close to the house*
*Xigbar and Jan continued to grapple and take their punches at each other. Until Demyx stepped in, roughly 80 feet, acting as a barrier to protect the house and push the 2 aside, all the while still growing himself. His original clothing remained intact during his change*
Xig: grrr...and this is for the turkey insults!!!
Dem: Xiggy, stop it!! *Pushing and keeping the 2 apart as best as he could. He expanded to 110 feet, still needing to grow to contain the fight*
*Xig and Jan reaching for each other, like two fighting kids with Demyx as the parent*
*He grunted and groaned, pulling in his lithe form with all his strength; now 135 feet tall, just has he felt his heel nudged into the house's foundation. He used the extra strength courteousy of his height and a 40 foot advantage over the titans to pull them further apart, his hands large enough to cover their chests*
Craig Whitehouse: L: Ugh I had enough of this... *closing his eyes and focusing*
*Like Demyx just before, Luke quickened the pace of his height, with enough breathing room away from us without fear of crushing*
*Demyx then put himself between Jan and Xigbar, shielding Xigbar from behind*
Luke: *with a loud booming voice* Jan! Stop it right now!
Jan: Huh? *His deadly gaze diverting away from the couple and to his older brother, now pressing the same size as he is*
Luke: *He pulling Jan back from them* This is getting ridiculous!
Jan: Christ, man! Do you always have to hog everything!? Always trying to be the big man, playing the fuckin' favorite!
Luke: What are you talking about? I never wanted to play the favorite!!
Jan: Course you did! *Pulling away* That's what everyone else felt. You're not the only one that's important! *Now pointing in blame*
Jan: All because you can do one thing that now I can *thumbing to himself* And now you can do anything you want; setting your little heart's desire. I never thought becoming some giant would make your ego as big as that
Luke: But...
Jan: And I saw it first too man. I was there all the way for you when that wuss of a soldier saw you like that
*Luke frowned, unable to believe what he was hearing*
Jan: Don't look that way, bro! What the hell you thought?
Luke: Of all the times you've felt like this and you didn't even tell me..
Jan: What the hell, bro? You thought I'd tripped you like that? I'm not all the mushy type, but I do care about other stuff and shit, dammit. If anything, I thought it was you that didn't feel like that. They all saw you as reliable and stuff
Luke: That was then...
Jan: Then what about now? What about me?
Luke: I'm your brother...you could always talk to me
*He started to be guilty over what he did; luckily Doc only gave him enough growth power at a temporary level*
Jan:...I'm good at what I do too, man. Ain't no one can make a faster kill than me
Luke: I know, Jan..I know...
Jan: So... *unsure to ask* are we cool, again?
Luke: We're cool...*Luke weakly smiling, but it gradually got warmer*
Jan: I mean...even with going back to Doc..before?
*Luke nodded*
Dem: You mean...you're back with us now? *Gladly, he forgot about his 135 foot frame and lunged toward Jan, leaping into a mega-giant sized glomp*
Craig: OH crap!
*THUD, the ground shook violently, Luke was tossed aside before he was buried*
*Luke hit the floor with a thud, as the ground shook with an earthquake sized tremor*
*Demyx squeezed his arms tighter around Jan's choking neck*
Demyx: Please don't ever do anything like that again!
Craig: Luke, you okay dude?
Jan: *gasp* ok *gasp* ok. Just stop trying to kill me
Luke: I'll be fine...I think Jan needs more help than me hehe
Me: *Moving aside of Craig* Honey?
Luke: Alison...? *he smiled*
Me: *smiling back*
*When the guys reverted back to normal size, we assembled back at the house for one last meeting call*
Demyx: *only to Jan* Can you still do that?
*He shook his head* Jan: One night only...
Craig: Aw man...we coulda used that...
Jan: Unless you want me to French water boy here *thumbing
Xig: Pfft....
*Xigbar raised an eyebrow*
Jan: Hey, not that I would. He's yours *pinpointing Xigbar* Look, Xig, about before...
Xig: 'ey, no problems...
Me: Hmm , you guys are already cool then
Xig: Well...we've got to..we're a team...
*Demyx nods and hold's Xiggy's arm*
Me: And we need all the muscle we can get for this
Craig: Ha
Me: But speaking of which
Ginger: *Awake for awhile* This has gone on for too long and now the whole friggin' world sees this happening
Steve: Indeed
Ginger: How can we even cover this up when this is over?
Craig: Hmmm.... We can cover it up, provided where this happens is not in the public eye...
Me: *Nodding* exactly, but then the issue of explaining this..worldwide fattening of sorts
Craig: Hmph...would probably just be blamed on food content...maybe a spill at a factory?
Demyx: And why good looking people?
Steve: We could come to that large problem later...but about ending this now
Luke: What should we do?
Craig: We take it to them....
Jan: Takin' it to the fuckin' street! *Pumping his hand*
Craig: Not exactly...maybe to the lab...
Me: *I nod* Of course; destroy that main base
Craig: Take out the source, take out the force...
Jan: Takin' out the fuckin' force...and so happens I just know how
Craig: Ah! :D It's all falling into place....I love it! :D
Xig: Hmph...so what do you suggest, Jan?
Jan: Leave most of the vulnerable spots to me...by now, Doc still thinks I'm on my way to wasting you guys and not expected me to be with you if you know what I mean
Craig: hmmm....ah the double cross for the win :D
*Emmit and I sat with Steve and Ginger, going over some science-meets-witchcraft spells, while Jan and Xigbar prepped for their tough guy moments.*
*Luke meditated his position, using his inner mind dwellings, focusing his balance for his speed and abilities to be in shape; he in turned help me to especially not cower under fire or be afraid or worry*
Alison Gray: *Demyx went along with our practices*
Craig Whitehouse: Right that's the last of that *bottling the "potions"*
Alison Gray: *Geanie was curled up along Emmit's massive form, now comfortably settled to keep touch from here while we went on the possbily final mission*
*Heather was lying asleep on the other side. Ginger pretty much fawned over that* Ginger: Bless her *I bent down closer to Heather, brushing her head and kissing her*
Craig: *I sent a text to my babe: "Hey smexy, just klickin' soem ass. Hope you keep the curves ;)"* There...that settles that hehe
Me: *Looking over* Keep the curves?
Craig: Oh come on now
Me: ...why do I feel like we're gonna die in this?
Craig: ...are you not positive? If we so we may go down as saving the world...
Xig: Yeah...no way are we losin'...
Me: I know... *almost ready to cry* just like living
Luke: *Luke cuddled* I promise....we will finish this...
*Sniff*
Craig: *Punching my fist into my hand* On that note peeps...let's go kick some demonic ass!
*I nod.*
Chapter 26: Burst and Frosting
Summary:
Dok's world immobility are underway, as the makeshift group begins their confrontation with the man who started it all.
Chapter Text
*Arriving at the lab...it seemed so quiet from the outside*
Craig: *whispered* Why does the phrase "It's quiet..too quiet" spring to mind?
Me: Why does it seem so deserted? And so easy to get in?
Ginger: All because baby here knows the way without one wire tripped or tiles stepped on *smiling*.
Craig: Hmmmm....lead the way Jan-meister... oh god..I'm becoming my manager at work...stupid Neil...
Me: *hiding a snort*
Jan: Alrighty then. Dok boy mentioned one area down here that works as a sort of energy line, kinda like inside the Death Star.
Craig: Oh man....don't use that...we could get sued *looking around*.
Me: Umm.....okay... Um... let's look for the energy line then?
Jan: Then who's this fuckin' Neil you talking about?
Craig: Manager at work..calls everyone "-meister"....I'll give you the full thing if we make it outta here dude...
Me: *My mind wasn't too pleased hearing "if', but we still gotta make it out of here, end this once for all* Did Doc happen to secure a large entire area of the lab's energy source?
Jan: Just to about...le'ts see, through one large door. We were like fuckin' next door to it when these signals went out and caused what's goin' on now.
Ginger: Where about's?
Steve rested up a little against a wall as it opened up.
Me: Huh? *we looked over*
Ginger: Uncle Steve??
He rolled into the open space, we all chased after him.
Me: *Calling* Uncle Steve?
Jan: The hell you'd go old man?
Steve: *cough cough* over here...
Demyx weaved through, pointing over to where he was, we all rushed over, helping him up and dusting him down.
Steve: Ugh...getting way too old for this...yes....retirement for definite...
Me: ...and with honors
Doc: Vell, vell.. we all look to see a single figure amongst the smoke and dust from the wall.
Doc: The Prodigal nephew hast returned...and vith company...
Me: Figured you wouldn't cower after you know what you did.
Demyx: But don't think we will.
Doc: I vould suspect as much...vich is vhy I brought friends....
Figures then began to apparate.
Craig: How many are there? Trying to see through.
Doc: Vell, I love a fair fight....I vouldn't might to make it even as long as I vatch you squirm...
Looking over to Luke, to see if he knew what we had to do.
*In mind, Luke conversed: "It's a fair count....but it's almost like alter egos...perfect matches..."*
*In mind: "Perfect..matches?"*
Luke: "Polar opposites...yin/yang so to speak..."
*The dust cleared revealing those in the final battle....*
We looked on; in shock over what we saw. For me, it a memory brought back to when I was a young girl. Still living in New Jersey and able to have imaginary friends, I envisioned a polar opposite of me, quite heavier though if I think about it; I still even trick myself to think "she" knocked over a plastic pencil can off of the dishwasher.
Even though death was my on my worrying mind, so was facing a real life mirror, one that even I was scared of but these things, they had a shadowy presence to them; barely visible but we could tell what, or who, they were.
Craig: *I looked on to see a reptilian self, green eyes glowing, scaly* Now hang on one sec....you guys seeing what I'm seeing?
*Xigbar nodded*
Luke: Fair...in a sense...
Steve: Polar self projection....extraordinary...
Me: Polar self projection?
Craig: Like poles of a magnet?
Steve: *Steve nodded* Opposites attract, right?
Me: *I nod* So...any way to "retract"?
Steve: Ask science-boy *pointing to me* this isn't my shindig.
Craig: Not mine either..I thought it would be spell-based...
By the looks of the one similar to Demyx, his hair was lighter, a champagne color, less mullet/mohawk and a longer ponytail. It looked tougher than the toughness Demyx tries to pretend he shows.
For Xigbar, "his" was slightly younger, still with an eye patch, shorter hair, his stance like an elf warrior.
Ginger stared at her doppelgänger; a representation of her potential should she consider switching sides - tight leather clothing, with purple glowing iris', long nails and jet black hair. Looking somewhat darker than even her darkest personality.
Ginger: Gawd, she looks like she stumbled out of an 80's hair band video.
Steve looked upon a youthful self but clearly not the book worm he used to be, showing an atheltic physic, long brown hair and goatee; perhaps Steve's longing to be tougher in his younger days.
Steve: Well....there's what I wanted to be....pity those weights were too much...
Luke stared on his polar self; one side people had seen of him before. Its eyes burning red, and sharp vampyric teeth, longer and almost dog/wolf-like, Its hair wild and long.
Me: *Gasp* Oh my...
There didn't seem to be any mirror presence for Jan, nothing but a murky blackness between polar Ginger and polar Luke, one pair of yellow glowing eyes only.
I expected the worst for mine; except, it looked nothing like me at all. "She" was one who not only encompassed my inner rage and anger, but also of a physique I wished for as a teenager. No where near geeky and boy-like, curly hair, dressed in a tight black and pink lined outfit, dominatrix style. Her face plastered with hellish ice piercing eyes and a wicked smile. She thrusted the coiled leather whip and quickly snapped it in the air, ready to tame a lion.
Me: *Blinking a bit* Okay, not as bad as I thought...
Xig: Hmmm...
Dem: Xiggy? Do they...
Xig: *Xigbar raised an eyebrow* I'm not sure, kid...
Dem: We were..never told what our Somebodies were like...
Xig: *Xigbar nodded* To think...we have to beat what we could have been.... *folding his arms* Just wish my haircut was better than that!
The Double Xigbar took notice of the snide comment, a sword pulled from a slit and now ready to charge his opponent.
Xig: ah crap... *preparing himself*
Dem: *Bubbles popped in and out, revealing his Sitar, softly and quickly demanding* Dance, water!
*More water duplicates of Demyx appeared, sliding around, ready to drench the mirror Xig*
MX: Huh? turning to the water as it hit furiously.
Xig: Nice shot.... Xigbar then stepped next to Demyx, setting his sights on the Uber Demyx, and fired a blade of light at him.
The blade of light hit Uber Demyx hard in the chest.
MD: *Yelping in the sound the real Demyx would make* Ooww!
Xig: Ha....
Dem: Eh...*feeling a little subconscious*
Xig: *Xigbar gave a light thump to Demyx's arm* Ready, kid?
Dem: Huh? Uh, yeah.
Xigbar smiled and faced the Somebodies, and ran to them with a roar, his arms swinging wide unleashing his twin blades, glowing bright.
A dizzying array of purple diamond cut lights zapped and shushed in the air.
Dodging them, the mirrored Xigbar also unleashing his blades.
Xig: Okay...NOW we're talkin'!!! Swinging for him hard and fast, the air swooshing loudly.
Swooshes doubling in rate, piercing everywhere. We backed away from the array of purple "bullets", Luke shielding me.
Dem: WATER! A row of water gushers erupted from the floor, spurting down at a time. Mirror Demyx felt the water rush into him, sending him flying to the floor with a splash, Xigbar still swinging, the blades clanging and glowing loudly.
Mirror Demyx stroked the strings, to repel some water bubbles out. The battle continued, blows thrown until eventually Demyx and Xigbar where back to back, the mirror copies circling them.*
Dem: Now what, Xiggy? Is there some sort of stronghold to get them at?
Xig: I'm thinkin', I'm thinkin' ..... looking to the floor and the trail of water leading to Mirror Demyx.*
*Mirror Xigbar began to charge* On three..duck... 1....2...3!
Demyx quickly ducked.
Mirror Xigbar leapt, missing the duo and diving into his partner. With a loud thud they lay in a collapsed heap. Xigbar aimed his blades and fired. The trail lit up with sparks, clamoring around the double doubled duo. Xigbar kept firing, sparking up more as the mirror Xigbar and Demyx jolted a little.
whisps of smoke appearing from the charges.
Both entities now weak, their weapons disappear out of their hands.
MX: I lost?........Me?!....... The smoke thickening as Mirror Xigbar faded and glistened.
MD: Uhh? No wayyyyyyy..... the smoke smothered the Mirror Demyx and evaporated.
X: Hmph....*his blades flinging back*
Dem: *Cheering* Yaaaayy! *Flinging onto Xigbar*
Xig: *Xigbar hugged Demyx tight* You ok?
*Nodding* Dem: Uh huh
*Xigbar grinned warmly*
*2 down and 5 to go*
Craig: I step forward, edging closer to my lizard doppelganger, its tongue hissing as it too tilted its head and slithered closer, it almost mirrored every move I made.
Steve followed, with Ginger just behind. Steve eyed up his youthful brawn, calculating a strategy.
Steve: Hmmm....
Craig: What you thinkin', Steve?
Ginger: I wanna know how to handle her too? Any spell of sorts?
Steve: I'm thinking those concoctions we made earlier may help out...
Gin: Ahh yeah
Craig: *Unzipping his rucksack, Steve pulled out 3 vials of the liquid* And what do we do with these?
Steve: Drink....spill....anything goes I assume
Ginger: *Ginger looked over her's* hmm.
Craig: *Walking closer to my reptilian self I look to its face...it shreiked loudly...In a rush I flung the liquid in its face. Now screeching in pain like acid* Whoa...
Ginger: Awesome...maybe this one is drinkable putting the vial mouth to her lips, drinking it down.
Craig: I kept throwing the "acid" in its face, it yelled more and more.
RC: Sssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssstop iiiiiiiiit YEARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR
Craig: *it buried its face in its hands, dropping to its knees...I was compelled to yell.." THE POWER OF CHRIST COMPELLS YOU, BITCH! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA.”
Ginger became enveloped in a strong yellow light, electrifying around her; balls of thunderous energy came from both hands and easily flinging against her double with gusto.
Steve was now backing up from his buff youth; it laughed at him.
Buff Steve: What's wrong, coward? Too much to handle?
Steve: *Steve stammered* N-n-n-not at all...err... raising a finger, clutching the vial.
Double Ginger grunted and shrieked like a female video game voice, doubling back.
Ginger: Uncle Steve! She was about ready to bring out another thunder ball.
Steve backed around a corner, looking to Ginger - he could handle this....
Double Ginger stumbled back, ready to use her long nails to claw her.
DG: Skanky little bitch!! digging her nails in, pulsing with a red light.
Craig: Steve and myself: Ginger!
Steve took a step forward, Buff Steve placing his arm in front of him and flinging Steve a few metres.
Ginger cried out, feeling herself "disappearing" as the Double Ginger tried to take over; that is until a purple blade shot out of nowhere and scratched right through her fingers, chopping and severing them off.
Craig: Whoa!
Ginger: Uhh! *Clutching her arm*
By now my reptilian adversary has melted to a bubbling pile of green goo, I ran to ginger.
Meanwhile, the Buff Steve stomped his way to Steve.
BS: Not done yet, nerd!
He lifted a dazed Steve in the air and flung him again. He crashed into the tables.
Steve: Ugh.... still grasping the vial tightly.
*Craig was at Ginger's side* Gin: How long is Uncle Steve gonna get kicked?
Craig: I dunno....But I hope he has a plan soon...
*Steve spat some blood to the floor and stumbled to his feet. Looking to the vial and then to a tiled area of the lab he put two and two together...* Hey, lughead!!!
*Buff Steve stomped over again. Steve ran to the tiles spilling the contents of the vial on the tiles and running around the corner* Over here!!!!
Buff Steve became more angry and charged like a raging bull, his foot landing on the tiles and sending him skating along and crashing into a wall. With a bright poof of dust he exploded against the wall.
Steve: Hmmph...brains really do beat brawn after all...
*Both wide eyed*
Craig: Damn.... *chuckling*
Double Ginger was left wailing over her lost nails.
We all gathered around her.
Ginger kept tweaking her fingers, surging more thunder in her tips. Everyone watched on as Ginger did her thing.
Ginger: Looks like you're the little bitch. *more charges* least mine aren't long enough to attract STORMS! Now flinging the largest conjured balls she made.
Craig: Dragonball shit goin' down...everyone run!
The balls collided with a POW and crackling, the shrieks of her double doubling, before fading into a crispy set of ashes.
Craig: *The ashes flew high into the vents* Wow..... I thought she was hot but....
Steve packed up his rucksack, leading us to the final 3.
Now Luke, Jan and me stood against the opponents.
A sudden crack of another kind wrapped around my waist, plunging me right in front of my double, as she drags me down further.
*we all gasp in shock*
Luke: Allie!
Me: Luke!
On his words, Beast Luke leapt and wrestled him.
Shadow Jan swept in.
It scratched away at Luke viciously as he fought hard and fast.
Luke: Gah! Grrr!!! He kicked Beast Luke off of him, sending him sliding along the lab.
Jan: *cheering* Yah!! Nail him to the pit!
The large doors creaked open, as my double brought me closer, still trying to struggle to break the whip.
A trail of blood ran down Luke's cheek and lips.
Luke leapt up and readied himself, Beast Luke prowled around him waiting. Shadow Jan swooped in, in back of Beast Luke, then covering the monster.
Luke: What the.....
It swirled and seeped into the creature.
Luke: Jan...you seeing this?
Jan: *He nods* The 2 are freakin' combining.
Watching in awe, Luke saw the combined entity.
Beast Luke was surrounded in a pitch dark essence, its eyes shining like a beacon of nightmares, occasional mists escaped around its outline.
From the sidelines Steve watched on..
Steve: Not good..not good at all.
Jan: Christ, Unc! Can you do better than say that all the time?
Steve: No, you don't understand, Jan...*Opening his rucksack and flicking through the book* I've seen this before.
Jan: Well at least that's something *shrugging*.
Luke was torn to fight the Beast hybrid and saving me, now further into the doorway, slowly closing.
Steve flicked to the page; one large illustration of a lone man at the bottom, a large mound just to the left, poorly sketched, with a huge being staring down at him.
Jan: Whoever drew that sucks at art.
Steve: True...but do you realize what this means?
Craig: Why am I thinking "The One" slash "Neo" sorta shit?
Steve: Well...if you would like to put it that way.....yes....
Dem: You mean the Matrix?
Jan: Then who's this "The One"? hand drawn up in some semi-cocky manner.
Steve: *Steve looked to Luke and you* With a team effort, this may be it,...
Gin: Uh, problem is, "One" of is slowly being dragged away from us pointing to where I was taken through.
Luke was backing up to the same location as you.
Craig: I think they have to do this alone...
Jan: *thinking, "damn and I was ready for a fight"*
Ginger: *looking off in the distance, hopeful stance* Good luck...mom and dad...
The Shadow Beast stalked Luke, backing up into a secluded part of the labs.
Luke mystically sprints in pursuit of me before the door was closed. Luke sprinted to the next room catching up with you.
Me, now inside the place where the energy conveyor of the secret base, grunting and squirming to get out, or try to reach for my knife.
Luke: gr gr hang on Allie!!!
Me: Trying...almost... reaching further down the halt, then feeling for the handle, taking it out in a long swoop.
Luke still caught up, the beast behind, gaining on him.
Me: *The Dominatrix recoiled the whip and snapped it out of my hand* Oowww!
Luke: Allie!!!
Luke leapt, as did the shadow beast with greater speed he grappled Luke and pinned him to the wall.
Clutching my bruised hand, I glared down at her; a feeling inside me from back at the cottage where I blueberried Doc; some inner rage building.
Luke struggled.
A blue energy surrounding me, swirling into the air from me.
Me: Huh? There was also something else in the air. Like rays emitting outward, not quite from the energy core whirring just in front of us; could it be? It felt so heavy and soft at the same time.
Luke: huh? grr?
*Doc and Big Red sat watching over this...*
The Dominatrix was ready to fling her weapon again, except I caught a handful, sending out the blue rays, discoloring the rope and sending it her way.
*Big Red got a message from a speaker inside the box base*
BR: Uh..boss....someone has escaped from Cell 2...
Doc: Never mind zat....*flinging his hand.*
The light zapped the Dominatrix, pushing her back as she cried out one last time, now covered inside a crystalized blue cocoon.
BR: What do you mean never mind that? *hissing*
Me: How amazing...I could still do that?
*The light began to fade away*
Me: *Turning around* Luke!
Luke grunted hard as the beast pinned harder.
Me: Hmm? Looking at my fist, still feeling a tingle; it could work. I build up the sensation, until it developed a sticky substance. Now fingers and palm outstretched, I aimed it for the Shadow Beast, the gooey substance sprang out and gloped onto the creature's arm, encasing it in crystals.
By a sudden punch, the encased arm broke into shattered pieces.
Luke fell to the floor and rolled out of the way.
The creature roared in pain, now my chance to aim again. More goo shot out, plastering its other arm. The creature roared loudly.
Now, the final time, more goo and stickiness abounded, my hand looking like I dipped it in blue paint; it flushed out, springing with its own life, to cover the beast from feet to head.
Luke looked on in awe as the beast crystalized.
Me: Honey? *Pointing at the creature*
Luke stood up, nodded and gave a strong hard kick to the creature, shattering it into millions of blue pieces.
Me: Hah!!
Returning back to where those rays were coming from. Somehow, the rays were also present inside the energy core.
Me: I think I know where to stop the fat rays!
Luke: You do?
Me: *Pointing to where the core is* Might not be enough for me to take down the core, but the fat rays are somehow keeping it safe. It just needs to be "recoursed” somewhere...
Luke: recourse?
Me: Yeah, move and expand elsewhere.
Luke: I hope you're thinking what I am... *grinning*
Me: *giggling* Looks like I'm the only one up to it. Maybe the nanites will end up saving me this time. Just...never tell the others how I did it exactly, ok?
Luke: I promise, Honey…
One more kiss for the road before venturing out.
Luke kissed softly, and let you do your work.
A slow blink and a smile, now moving forward.
Shame you won't get to feel all of it, hun.
Me: Okay nanites, I've feared this for some time...but I need to go all out...release it as much as you can until the fat rays are gone...
Thin whisps began to move toward my direction; I closed my eyes; maybe if I just let myself "sleep", if they can do that.
The whisps made contact and flooded my body, the nanites rushing. Numb any sensations I'm not used to feeling for the moment. Softly gasping out as they hit me, the whisps continued to flood, getting a little thicker now as my body slowly gained pound after pound, clothes filled up slowly, every second counting.*
Let those affected now have the added weight taken out.
The weight gained a little quicker now; belly overflowing my bottoms and making my shirt rise up. My legs filled the bottoms quickly, arms thickened and softened up. A large double chin was already forming. My clothes this time would not last long, tearing along the seam of my top the ripping increased, every inch of me fattened up. Cellulite began to take over my form, ballooning into an unrecognizable shape.
Luke continued to stare.
More tear patterns ripped their way out, more skin showing than the tattered new rags. The whisps now ribbon like consumed my body, blimping me up with fat; belly and sides forcing up my massive boobs and arms, legs thickening, butt bubbling up. My heart was fluttering, beating with adrenaline; could he hear it? Or feel it?
The weight was too much to stand up with, as it knocked onto my cushy rear. It increased quicker, the ribbons coming in droves, clothes no longer on me.
Back at the house, Emmit kept monitoring our progress, when he felt something wiggle around him.
Emmit: Hmmm? putting down his candy bar his tummy wiggled...every inch wiggled...then slowly his form shrank down.
Geanie felt the jiggling and shrinkage and leapt off his fat cushion side.
*From the shadows elsewhere inside the base, a figure shuffled down a hallway; the ribbons coming along his way. He grunted as he grabbed one of the pygmy guards; the whisps flowing past him and still holding onto the creature, which fell with a thud and now making his way out again, thinking to himself he won't go through that again.
The wiggling fat became out of sight as Emmit watch himself shrink inward.
Emmit: How peculiar... *now nearing his normal weight*
Heather fumbled along the floor, alarmed at waking up suddenly.
The ribbons still flowing into me as I now passed a ton, wobbling and jiggling on my rear. But there was no sign of slowing the growth; reaching to the one and a half ton mark, the nanites doing an impressive work of not letting me explode. Luke below the mesh of fat slowly chanted under his breath, "grow baby, grow". It looked like he would get his wish; swaying side to side with more fat, over 2 tons.
Luke's face grew a large smile.
*My hands and feet missing inside the folds and rolls, the shape and size didn't matter as much as that it still looked the same, except it spread along the floor.
Just how much energy did these fat rays have?
*Luke slowly walked over to my billowing form, his finger poked a side softly, sending ripples along your belly.
Me: rmm?
His hand ran along softly.
Me: *muffling* honey?
Luke: Yes hun?
Me: *muffling, still faint* You can hear me?
He nodded, still rubbing softly, my body reaching 2 and a half tons and kept growing fatter. With soft gasps, he teased my nipple a little and kept playing.
Me: *muffling* eeep! *they even reached down there?!*
Luke seemed lost in a sea of Alison.
The growth pulsed and quickened further, becoming not only a blob, but a giant blob, increasing my height and skin. The time seemed long when this happened, more whisps and ribbons came, until there was a sucking and slurping sound, like reaching the bottom of a glass with a straw.*
Luke: Honey, I think you're nearly done.... resting on my huge belly.
Me: Rm..rm.. sagging fat stretching out for many feets.
Doc: Ah.....vell at least vwe have one big problem taken care of...
BR: Big problem? They just foiled your plan, Doc.... Call yourself a Doctor..you don't deserve the diploma or my time...! *standing up*
Doc: Vhat? The plan vorked!
BR: On one person!! That is it! Contract terminated! You'll pay for this.... *puffing in red smoke*
Doc: Don't you dare!! Grrrr!!! *Thumping the console in front of him he noticed something else.
Luke: *Resting against my huge form, then hearing a technological whirring and beeping* I think....
Me: rhrrm?
A light bubbling was heard also from within the belly, nearly where Luke's head rested.
Me: urp! *a bubble came out*
Luke: *Luke shot up* Well..that was..odd.
More bubbles were coming out, whether I burped or not.
Doc: vhat is zis? Watchin the bubbles float.
Me: hic! hic! hichic!
Luke: Baby....this is unbelieveably cute...
Me: hic hic hic!
With each hiccup, my body jolted thinner and thinner, bubbles floated along, caught inside a large bubble bath.
Doc: Nooo!! My plan!!
Me: Hic! Hun!! Hic! The energy hic core!
Luke: It's working! Looked to it as it seemed to dim.
Me: burp urp buraap! Hic! Do it hic!
Luke nodded swiftly and used his agility, rushing to the core and charging a hard punch as I continued letting out more gas bubbles.
Fire surrounded Luke's fist as it swung hard and connected with the core. The core sparked and sputtered from the damage; I now find myself sitting on the floor after a few more burps.
Luke's blows kept raining down on the core as it soon cracked and shattered to pieces.
Crying out and covering the side of my head.
Luke: Luke back flipped to where you were, as the core remains spluttered loudly. Erm...I suggest we run, honey.
Nodding, and scooped up in Luke's arms. Luke carried me and ran as agile as always as the room itself began to crumble. The others, waiting for us to return, began to hear rumblings.
Craig: Ah crap.....we should run!
Steve: Agreed.... *running*
Xigbar: *grabbing Demyx* Seconded, come on kid!
Staying very close to Luke's embrace, feeling a tiredness kick in, snuggling further as the noise escalated.
Jan: Hurry up!! *Skidding down the hallway we originally entered from*
Craig: *rushing along* Keep your pants on!!! Gah!
Luke: running as fast as possible, the rubble falling down right behind.
Plaster from the side crashed, almost blocking the way out.
Steve casts a force field around the group.
Ginger: Gotta move the stuff out of the way!
Xigbar fired blades, cracking and breaking the plaster.
While finding a quick spell, Steve felt an odd jolt and then it faded away.
Ginger: There has to be a spell ready to say, Uncle Steve!
Before he could, the plasters disappeared out of sight, our escape way now larger than before.
Coughing from the blinding cloud of dust.
Craig: I see light!
Xigbar: About time!!!
We all scrambled for the exit just ahead.
Ginger: *Hack* Serious allergy alert! Stumbling out; Jan ready to bring and pull her arm up.
Craig: *coughing* ugh.... is everyone here?
Steve: *cough cough* All present and correct it seems.
Luke: honey...are you alright?
Me: *still asleep*
Luke smiled. He happened to see a bit of my exposed breast.
The base inside began to implode, smoke and fire bursting out.
Everyone looked up at the base imploding.
Ginger: Did we...finally do it?
Luke: I think we did.....*Wondering if Doc made it out.....*
Ginger: Woo hoo!
Demyx cheered along with her.
Craig: I breathed a sigh of relief.
Jan gave his own whoop as well.
*Steve nodded satisfied*
Jan: *quickly eying down* Wait..is she...
Luke looked confused and looked down at me.
Craig: *I raised an eyebrow*
Jan: She is, isn't she?
Ginger bluntly clasped her hand over his eyes.
Ginger: Not so fast, Loverboy...Remember, you can still see mine...
Craig: *tuts*
With the burning base aside, left to smolder and have the wind die the flames down, we returned once again to the home of Ginger and Jan.
Craig: Hmmm..so...what's the plan now? *relaxing on the couch*
Steve: No plan....not that I know of...
Ginger: Yeah...everyone's skinny again, Doc is probably good as dead.
Demyx: ...And we still get to keep our identities.
Xigbar: ...and who we're with...
I lied down on the bed sprawled out and clothed. Until there were small footsteps approaching the bedside, feeling something tickle my nose.
Heather: *Daintly* Mommie? She held in her hand a pretty daffodil, wanting me to have it very much.
Heather: Beeday, beeday for mommie.
Me: *Slowly getting myself back up* Awww. scooping her up from the waist, smiling and her on the bed sitting. You picked that for me?
Me: *Taking the flower* We should put this in a scrapbook for our family, make sure it'll be preserved for always *kissing her head*.
Luke: *knocked on the door and entered smiling* Hey, you're awake.
Me: Hey.
Heather: Mommie's day and bee day, daddy.
Luke: You're right, Heather *kneeling and rubbing her hair* hey, maybe we should get mommy's cake ready?
Me: A cake? *Slowly thinking* Oh yeah, it's Mother's day today...and my birthday's tomorrow.
*Luke chuckled*
Me: I still feel out of it...
Luke sent Heather downstairs, to go pester the others in making a cake. He then sat down next to you and cuddled you.
Me: Hm something feels a little different...
Luke How so?
Me: Like...there isn't anything inside me...I mean, I never really feel them before, but it isn't like I can do it without them.
Luke: Ah well....after that little...well..BIG moment...
Me: They're gone?
*Luke nodded*
Me: I see...but everyone made it out okay?
Luke: Yeah...we all got out perfectly fine.
Me: *smiling* And even now without the nanites, I feel "lighter".
Luke chuckled and pulled you closer.
Luke: Well...after all of that we can be safe in the knowledge that nothing else will go crazy.
Smiling further and putting my head closer to his chest, softly sighing in content.
The End
Chapter 27: A Saga Christmas Cake
Summary:
A holiday themed side story.
Chapter Text
Luke: *Luke enters the room, leafing through an old book* Allie, honey....I think I finally found something.
Me: What? "Side holding Heather, gumming on toy keys*
L: Those dreams that were in fact memories of my past. *revealing the book, some ancient history regarding a certain someone...* It's an ancient tale of a demi-god and his costly mistake... *leafing through it some more*
Me: A demi-god? Didn't know Steve had that book...almost looks similar to the one I had at the diner... *then the door knocks*
Craig: *I stand, walking over* Mind if I take a look at that? This could be pretty valuable research. Maybe even something we can make a plan with that will end the whole 'Good vs. Evil' issue?
Me: But...I don't remember if we ever kept it after that. Hold on *Placing Heather close by as I go to answer the door. Standing in front of the door was an old looking man, wrapped in an auburn cloak, half-standing half-crouching.*
Man: Pardon me. *His voice very humble and hearty.* But...is this where Xigbar and Demyx live?
Me: Uh, excuse me? How do you know them?
*I catch earshot, and sneak to the doorway to listen in. Luke looks on, also listening in*
Man: Please forgive me, it is cold out here and if I could just rest here for a while. *Still clutching his cloak*
Me: I love to let you in, as long as it's okay *shooting over a look*
*Luke nods, thinking he may recognize the old man*
Me: Yes, please come in. *Helping him in, my hand on shoulders leading him, and at a good time as he fell on his knees, seemingly weak*
Luke:*Luke gave his usual anime-style gasp and attempted to help him up* Are you ok?
Me: Here. *Both of us helping him. Inside our den, the old man sits upright on the couch, clutching a mug of hot cocoa*
Craig: Err...I hope you don't mind me asking but...who are you, dude? *my voice laced with confusion...* And how does Luke seem to know you? *looking at Luke who was trying his hardest to recall who this elderly man was*
Me: Yes, that does seem odd. Good thing you got here Craig, hopefully the others will respond.
Man: Strangely enough, *cough* I am not familiar with this young man.
Luke: *Luke looked even more confused* But...I'm sure I've seen you before...
Man: I only hope you know the two people I mentioned. It's very important I see them. I haven't seen them for what feels like ages.
Me: *Looking up, more focused*
Craig: Don't worry, they're on their way, bud... *kneeling down to get at eye level with the man*
Me: *Something then ruffles under his cloak, shuffling around until a little kitten falls out* Huh?
Man: Oh my! *Carefully picking up the kitten and seemingly putting him back under the cloak*
Craig: A kitten? What the... *somewhat confused...a loud whirling swirling noise could be heard in the kitchen, shortly followed by a loud thump and a gruff old voice.
Steve: "I'll never get used to this portal stuff..."*
Craig: *quickly followed by a louder thud as the neck of a bass guitar falls from his cloak* Wha...? Hey, how big are your pockets, dude?
Man: Ah, it's a very special cloak. Useful for my line of work.
Me: A guitar?
*Steve then shuffles over, a look saying of what was of importance to be interrupted by*
Craig: *Steve stumbles into the living room* Sorry for the mess, everyone, I...Who's this?
Man: Steven? *More curious* Steven Schwarzchild?
S: Nicholas? *his voice filled with a hint of disbelief*
S: What happened? *dropping his things and kneeling too*
Nich: It's a long story, Steven. All I know is that I haven't been myself so to speak. I barely remember anything prior to some time ago, when I...
S: Nich...you can tell me...
Nich: I may have made a terrible mistake of releasing myself that way, just to be able to do what I have to do. He was all I could remember, the creature that took my human name.
Me: What mistake?
Nich: He who calls himself...Luxor
*Each one of us were shocked by this proclamation*
Me: Luxor came from you? *Myself equally as shocked. Remember back to when we first met them, their story of losing someone, the demon tricking its magic on Demyx over the tragic loss of a father figure*
*Another portal noise could be heard from the kitchen and two skillful landings from Demyx and Xigbar*
Me: Speak of the... *not quite finishing it. Ginger came in with Jan's ear pinched in her fingers*
J: Ahh...ahhh...ahhh...easy there, doll...
G: Not my fault you were still on the can after I called you 4 damn times when there's something urgent.
J: And everyone see my wiener then?
Craig: *I chuckle a little and shake my head* Still on the leash the dude?
J: Not in the mood, Whitehouse!
Craig: Righty-doodie.... *said with no surprise in my voice*
S: So...you are the reason Luxor has been rampant? *frowning a little*
Nich: Disgracefully on my part. I only hope he hasn't wrecked Christmas or any winter holiday too much.
Craig: Well...not Christmas at least, but it s certainly made everyone s lives....different.
Nich: Either way, he should not be existent. Otherwise, Christmas or any other occasion will not exist.
Nich: I may have broken it further by selfishly wanting to remember who I am in order to make things right.
*everyone sits around to listen, Luke most intently*
*He now notices the former Organization member s presence*
*Demyx and Xigbar step closer*
Dem: *Blaring out* Luxor!!!
J: Mercy on the ears!
Craig: Yes, Dem, we know, we know...
Dem: No, not the demon! "our" Luxor!
*The old man smiled so serenely* Nich: Yes, the former human name of mine.
Me: He says his name is "Nicholas" *and with saying that, more kittens dropped out and crawled out of the cloak, spreading along the chair Ginger sat in, and a few looking at the hanging decorations on the tree*
*Constant meowing going on, little Heather curious as ever from where she sat on a lap*
Craig: What s the deal with the kittens? And the bass guitar? I want to know dude because, you must have pockets like Mary Poppins bag to carry all that...
*For now, Nicholas called backed the other kittens inside the cloak, seemingly comfortable from where they came from*
Nicholas: I know they're very impatient to be delivered. The first time I'll be delayed and with Christmas very near. I need to remember where I put my transport sleigh and reindeer
J: Sleigh and reindeer?
Craig: Whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa-WHOA!...Reindeer? Sleigh?
J: Figured. The old guy's drunk he thinks he's Santa or something.
Dem: Hey, don't talk about him that way!
Craig: Whoa, Dem...Sup dude?
Nicholas: *Calmly* Well, frankly if you must know, I am.
Craig: *I take in some air to talk...and stop in my tracks with a confused look* You're...Santa?
Me: The real...Santa Claus?
*Silent shock spread through us*
J: Come on! You can't be taken in by this? *thumbing in that direction*
G: Janni, shove it down a notch.
Nich: Oh my dear, but I have. I sensed your wish and made sure this lad did not spread foul language in my presence.
J: What the ----?
L: Santa? *he seemed to say it like a child....*
Me: Huh? *to both Jan's censored mouth and Luke's sudden change*
*A flashback of him as a child, sneaking downstairs, a jolly man in a red suit leaving gifts, eating the cookies he left for him and drinking the milk*
Me: Hun? *poking him*
L: Hmmm? *waking from his little flashback*
Me: You zoned out there.
G: Uncle Steve, you actually knew the real Santa?
S: *Steve nodded* Back in the day, he was just learning the ropes so to speak...
Nicholas: It was many lifetimes ago by your frame of time. Once fully human myself, I was given such Godly abilities to continue my quest. Able to have time, space and magical incantations to bring joy to the world in a short amount of time. And when the work is done, I continue as I could the rest of the years. Helping others in Port Polvis where I resided, to keep alive the winter celebrations and remembering the holidays meaning. Almost like another man named Jesus.
Me: A symbolic figure that transcends and uses Christianity to mean something more *obviously my arm getting goose bumps by such ideas*
*everyone listened intently*
Dem: How awesome is this? I knew Santa Claus the whole time!
But the most puzzling thing is, if you haven't been changed into the Red Demon...where have you really been?
Nich: He took my identity no doubt...and any memory of myself. However...I have been able to glance at the things he has done, unaware of why or how. I do now recognize these two *indicating Jan and Luke*, brought out from untimely death but also for ones that are evil, coercing with the worst. Now, I'm afraid, if he knew I was "conscious" again, he might do something further drastic.
Nich: And it has been why I couldn't remember to return to my home, wandering aimlessly until the time had come. I do fear he may taint my good deeds and destroy all meaning for surviving the change of the year.
Craig: Wait...so..we've got to save Christmas? Why do I feel like KISS in Family Guy?
Me: *I chuckled out loud by that*
Nich: Not just Christmas. For all beliefs will be lost.
Me: *I immediately stopped, feeling embarrassed*
J: So if you're the ----in guy in the red suit, how the ---- do we even ----in know?
Nich: Further proof I see? *From digging inside his cloak, he pulled out a soft plush doll on a traditional looking bee and gently handed it over to Heather* The little girl seems to have a fondness for bees and other bugs.
J: So she gets a doll, big deal.
*Again, Nicholas retrieved from inside and pulled out something that would leave Jan with an expression no one has ever seen*
Craig: Er...Jan...your jaw's disconnected...
Jan: *droll in voice* a...---in Hulk Hogan...figure...with bearhug-action...
Craig: No freaking way!
J: I always wanted one...but no one ever gave me one... *holding it for the first time*
Nicholas: I had come prepared for items I needed, in case someone needed convincing.
Me: And that's what the kittens and the guitar are for.
Craig: *I smile* Santa...this is freaking awesome...
J: Jesus H Christ...
Nicholas: *his voice now solemn again* Now that that's finished, I do beg of
your help. My disconjointed self has been out for too long and needs to be controlled again. I have never asked for help more than this, so I do beg of you: will you help me?
L: I will.... *his voice bold, taking the leadership role*
Me: ... it will be an honor, sir.
*everyone seemed to be in agreement*
Craig: ..Same here *standing up*
Steve: *Steve put his hand on Nich's shoulder* You rest now...I think we need to plan a strategy...
Nich: As much as I love to...I too have to set things right.
S: All in good time, friend...rushing into thing never helps...
Nich: You will need mine though. For where He is now: I can show you what you need. I am the only one that can drive my sleigh, and especially to fit all of you.
Nich: *slumping on the couch a little, his eyes slowly closing, murmuring in his sleep*
Craig: I think we need some sort of plan, Steve *the seriousness in my voice cutting the tension. Steve nodded and headed to the kitchen*
Me: We also need to find his sleigh.
*Luke was the last to leave the room, keeping his eyes on Santa as he dozed*
Me: *I look back at the others and back at Luke*
Craig: Luke..dude...he'll be fine.... *from the kitchen and then continuing my plans with Steve and our gang*
Me: *I step aside and look after Heather, very much enjoying her bee doll*
J: So how the ----, sigh, where we gonna find the damn thing?
Craig: Where else, dude? Gonna find his shop up there.
Me: Be nice if there were exact directions to get there.
Dem: Yeah. Just like that big sleigh that s covered in tarp in the hut s basement.
Craig: *nonchalant of what Demyx meant* Good idea, dude. We ll just get the whhuaaaaaaa?? YOU GUYS HAVE A SLEIGH IN YOUR HOUSE?!
Xig: Like you don t? Besides, the thing s old, doubt it s useable let alone flyable.
Luke: We better inspect it just in case. Nicholas would be the one to know since it is his home you two live in.
Dem: If Nicholas IS Santa, it has to be his! And besides, for how long he s been gone for *This last line started a gleaming shine in his eyes, almost ready to tear up.*
Xig: Hey kid *putting a comforting hand on him* Don t cry now! Buck up. There s holidays to save.
*With a location set, we immediately set for Port Polvis once again. The little house this time had green holly and red leaves adorning along the ceiling walls, ever glowing candles in the window sills as well as twinkling light and ornaments on top of the giant and replaced tree after it was knocked down the first time Luke and I first came here.*
*Xigbar leads the way to the cellar. It was mostly dark save from the light at the stairs; a lot of boxes and various items were covered in dusty blanket tarp. Removing the tarp on the biggest item revealed what appeared to be an ordinary sleigh; the red color dulled and the wooden frames chipped. More dust also collected on the seats.*
Xig: Whew! Definitely seen better days.
Dem: So is it, Nicholas? Is this really your sleigh?
*The saintly man shuffled toward the vehicle. His velvet gloves glossed over the wood.*
Nich: Hmmm. *pondering, saying something to almost no one in particular.* It makes you wonder how long it s really been since I took flight it couldn t have been that many. But he s prevented me for one moment and tries to make it his own.
Me: What do you mean? You don t mean
Nich: A time where everything is naughty first, his last trick on a populous; cohording with evil men and intentions. With my magic, there was only so much I could do so that their mischief wouldn t further suffer..or for you all to suffer. I could only remember him. I had to keep finding him. It seemed that there was nothing else I could do. *He then turns to us* And with so much magical energy used, I was able to pin point all your moments of intervention that I just knew you would know the former Nobodies and perhaps a better chance and fending him off for the good.
Craig: And in what way can he be fended off?
Nich: There s a special artifact up where it s cold
J: Up where it s cold. Wish I was f- *sighs* there now
Nich: It isn t just a place where it s cold There s more kept up there than you expect. You could think of it as my attic on the world.
Me: Do you mean your actual North Pole workshop? Is that also real?
Craig: Bonza. If he does, that place might look as bad as this sleigh.
Nich: Now it may seem homely from un-use for all we know, but there is something up there that is important. For now *turning back to the sleigh* this needs to be revived first in order to get there.
*I was in thought as Xigbar made his reply*
Xig: For this thing to be down here the whole time, you told us to keep off of it. Don t sound right to just let it stay down here and rot if it s that important.
Nich: *calm as ever* It is not just the sleigh, this wooden vehicle, that is important itself. Its only significance is it has been around for many centuries for as long as I ve used it.
Ginger: Gee, you make it sound like there s some Holy Grail behind this.
Steve: Now Ginger that might be a bit extreme to compare items of tradition between Pagan and religion ideas.
Nich: Now, now Steven. There is only extreme if one claims to be higher than something that is really the same. Despite the long hardships and deliveries this has been through, it is still a simple item.
Dem: But if it s still important, how do we, uh, fix it?
*My head cocks to the side when I saw something catch my eye. It was down to the right, still can be seen from the blanket. It looked bright and colorful, a gleam in a window partially blocked by a curtain. I looked at it closer as I knelt down.*
Luke: *Cautiously* Allie?
*My hand now along the glowing image, passing over it; the glow shone brighter, twinkling as crisp lines began to twine and cross along the frame. Designs of holly and gold brasses appear. The dull red now began crimson and the wooden finish turns back into oak brown while below the metal legs gleamed as well. The sleigh looked miraculous, shining like a beacon in the sky brought down to the earth.*
*The others looked in shock at the recreation. Craig blinks as his eyes were wide, Jan looked confused as Xiggy did too.*
Steve: Amazing! Err, Alison... you didn t happen to
Me: Uh, this is really my first time seeing the sleigh. I just saw something on the side
Nich: Mmm, you know what this means?
Gin: That Ally is related to you, somehow?
Nich: Now that might be a little difficult. I haven t been married ever since MY beloved passed on and never had any children. *He then looks to me* Maybe there s something a little more to her.
*Jan mumbles something about there being way more than a little, with Ginger getting the gist of it and bopping him down on his cap.*
Jan: *gripes* I m not getting any ---damn respect this holiday.
Luke: You ll have to excuse my brother for his behavior despite the circumstances. But there is an explanation for what she did. Starting from when we first met and how I ve helped her and how she has to me.
*Luke retold how I ve developed my own powers, almost being turned and saved the world from weighty disaster.*
Luke: And if Luxor is still alive, it won t be safe for either of us.
*Familiar laughter then booms into the lively den, a core to most of us shaken. Then, appearing in his usual red mist was Luxor, his arms across his chest in smug observation.
Luxor: *To Luke* And YOU would be right. *His aim now to Nicholas* There you are, you old fool. Finally showed yourself that you re still alive. But what s this?
*We all stood in defense mode, ready for any of his advances. He looked over to the magical vehicle.*
Luxor: Nice restoration there. What really amazes me *stroking his chin* is that you don t even have a third of your magic that I now have, so you possibly couldn t have done this yourself. Maybe all it took was a certain special girl who has no business being so.
*He raises his hand, red energy waving around. I put up my own force shield to keep his magic away, the red waves forming around as it looked like I would be protected this time. Except it somehow affected Nicholas, he lowers to the floor in some pain, holding on to the sleigh weakening.*
Me: Wait-stop! *My own guard now lowering, the red now capturing me into Luxor s grasp, dragging over to his side.*
Luxor: Well this is certainly familiar. Just like old times. I m not finished with you yet, vam-punk, I ve never been finished with you! But it seems your lovely wife will make a lovely exchange. Now I ll see this artifact for myself and I can finally be my own entity! *Laughing as we both disappeared. Luke skidded in too late caught us.*
Luke: No! Grr! How can he still be this strong? Nicholas! We have to get to where that artifact is and for Ally!
*Luke helps him up, careful of any worsening conditions.*
Nich: I oblige with you, young man. But he is right; I don t have a lot of my magic to help. For now, it s all in the sleigh to get us there.
Ginger: But there s only room for like three people in there.
Dem: Yeah. How are we all gonna fit?
Nich: *Calm sounding* Well, it s all in the fitting now since she opened it. *All he had to do was touch it for the sleigh now stretched and widened to accommodate all that were present.*
Jan: Now it became a sweet ----in ride.
Nich: *Moving into the front seat with some help of course and Luke sitting next to him* No time to waste. Up to the north we will make haste.
Jan: And NOW he s rhyming?
*Ginger now in the back with Jan and Steve. A third row boosted Craig, Xigbar and Demyx.*
Gin: Just keep being on good behavior, hun.
Xig: But what s there to make haste if there ain t no deer pulling this? They didn t decompose too did they?
*Nicholas, without a retort over the morbid wording, hummed and pointed to the front. The reigns up on front held what appeared to be egg shaped cases. Inside looked to be tiny reindeer fetuses, but with a yellow glow, the eggs open and release glittering images that shape into 9 fully grown and large horned reindeer, with no doubt Rudolph in the lead.*
Nich: All right, Rudolph! Full power!
*Rudolph seemed to understand him as his red nose shone bright, leading along the walls of the basement, opening up the ceiling as a high rise ramp and into the clear. Nicholas flaps the reigns and the reindeers hoof and clack up the ramp; more light lifting the sleigh forward*
*Craig and Demyx cried out AWESOME as the magic ride flew up and away from the humble home*
Nich: Now-
Dem: Oh, Nicholas, can I! Just once?
*He smiled and let him hold the reign*
Dem: Now on Dasher, Dancer, Prancer and Vixen dudes! Then Comet and Cupid dudes! Donner and Blitzen go on! We got to save Allie!!
*The group agreed he didn t do a bad job, if albeit hokey in one s thoughts*
Nich: Very good. Glad to know my boys and girl will listen to another than me if something happened.
Ginger: Girl?
Nich: Of course there s one female here.
Jan: Let me guess. It s-
Nich: *He answered* Comet.
Jan: ----?
Gin: *To Jan* It s called equal opportunity, hun.
Jan: Forget it. Good thing you weren t kidnapped though, otherwise we would ve been screwed.
*The Northern Lights were beautiful with their astrological dances. There were still high mountains of glaciers global warming haven t affected yet; perfectly could at this part of the world. These mountains more than appeared as such; inside holding stood a puffy cloudy land, twinkling with varying colors at a time. A house shaped object stood in the middle, the only thing devoid of color despite that there was also a large thick tree some feet away; its large green head stood majestically.*
*We appeared in the sky above it, Luxor holding tight on my arm, as we swooped down.*
Luxor: *Landing* Such a bland place to put a tree. A mortal would bend to the thought of even an evergreen surviving up here in the vast cold. How do you take of this, dear?
Me: Wouldn t you already know why there s a tree growing here? Just waiting for Nicholas to reveal himself for your own benefit.
Luxor: Ooh, just as sassy as ever. But your interference last time WILL BE the last! This time, that weight on you will STAY on you; as soon as I find what I need here.
Me: And why drag me out here?
Luxor: *Grunts, still holding on my arm and pulling* You also ask too many questions. Better if females were kept quiet. My only purpose with you is what you have inside you.
Me: *Grunting from the strength* Inside me?
Luxor: Well you see. When you first met your husband *He seemed to be in thought for a moment*
*I then felt something in my head, tight around my neck and to my temple like a painful headache. My thoughts come back to when Luke entered the diner that day, able to read my thoughts, the changes he went through and mine, stronger in ability and mental prowess. But now, the doubts I had of him: a vampire who might ve bitten a neck or two, he and Jan killed people for Neo Nazi terrorists. Doubtful of whom they really are and if I ll just be another victim in this plan. If they really did pass through to save me that way, did they turn for good?*
Luxor: Think about it he would ve turned you at any time-or worse! What could you have possibly thought being along with some stranger? You couldn t have done this out of your own free will. These little adventures of yours, getting involved in something bigger than you my dear
Me: It isn t true I ended up there whether I wanted to or not.
Luxor: Insecurity after insecurity covered by your own denials and his own power. And vampires are stronger, cleverer and have better holds on mortals who barely use their own brains.
Me: No. No. I was afraid, but it was because of him and the others that I m not.
Luxor: Only he let you believe that. The Valentines have their charm and taking in more victims. Even those Nobodies. Just using you all to take down the Doctor so they can take over-
Me: Shut up. Shut it up!
*My eyes started to tear up; I didn t want to hear it. The truth may hurt but this hurt a lot worse. A stronger, jagged pain, tearing me away from my true memories, my vision going red of what he s telling me. Visions of what looked like something made up. Dark vampires, evil ones, carnage and betrayal; they didn t seem right. Why is it trying to go into me?*
Me: *Crying* NO! GET OUT! *TEARING UP* IT S NOT REAL!
*The red pushing back. Luxor kept at it*
Luxor: You re a measly human you remember your own thoughts that day? A job-less loser? No one to love the fat chick? Stuck in a group home damnation?
*My eyes tenses and my face wet. Terrible thoughts then. Believing my own doubts were true that there was no point in living if I can t be a part of it. The diner would be the last place I would ever be at. I had the book with me, just in case I needed to hide my sad pathetic eyes I read about him there or at least what this demon represented in one of the circles of Hell. And I think that was when Luke came in. Wait was that why he came to where I was? Were we really destined to meet? No; the passage was he looking for it? Maybe perhaps looking for his freedom. Maybe way to look for what I was looking for.*
*Luxor s power raged on, pushing those red thoughts in me.*
Luxor: You stupid girl die already I wanted you to die you ruined *pushing harder, his own strength waning* me !
*Silver bells rang over the horizons of the frozen waters of the ocean. The reindeer punted in the air with Rudolph s nose working as a laser pointer, moving around to pick up any sensations or points.*
Dem: *Calling over the wind and seats* So, Rudolph s nose also works as some object detector?
Nich: *Chuckles* He IS a special reindeer after all.
Jan: You by any chance have that elf that wanted to be a dentist working for you?
Nich: *He seemed confused by that question* Pardon?
Jan:.. yea never mind. How much further is it?
Nich: It stands right along where you see the Northern Lights.
Steve: And this you say is where your workshop is?
Nich: Or what it might be now. It s around this time that I would head north to open up and prepare, but we could be on short time if we don t make it. And to make matters worse, Luxor would be using that young lady for his own nefarious needs. I just hope the tree is still there.
Luke: A tree?
Nich: The oldest there is up here. I planted it the first time I ever came north, when I first became powerful and let a seed grow.
Ginger: But why did you bring a tree, or even one tree, all the way where it s cold?
Nich: Well, much like a lot of rituals from the past, decorating fir trees came around from pagan customs. This one places that origin from Germany.
Jan: So it s better than what else came out of.
Dem: What did?
Jan: *Grunts* Maybe you should ve asked Santa Daddy for
Luke: *Calling out all of a sudden and looking further down* Allie!!
Jan: WHAt??
Luke: *Pointing* She s down there!
*He trails his arm to where a large green tree stood and me struggling with Luxor in a sort of mental hold.*
Nich: The tree s safe for now. *Flapping the reigns* Down below, fellas! *The reindeer steer a course down. Hoofing from the sky toward the snowy fort.*
*The glow of Luxor s power raged on. My true thoughts becoming stronger, pushing him away. The red became brighter, and then beams of light shone out like a twinkling star before a great explosion of lights erupted. The force pushing back Luxor, slamming against the tree and plopping down on the ground. I breathed rapidly and my fingers clawed, my eyes strained from crying as I looked at him with anger as red as he was known for, except my skin took on a different color: purple and blue once again. Luxor supported on the tree to bring himself up*
Luxor: Well there must be something very special about you now to even see behind my tricks. You see more obedient mortals following me just by manipulating what they know. I am quite proud of your mental prowess as much as Dok was proud of your expansive tolerance. *Noting back to when I helped out the fattened victims by becoming one myself, more so than imagined. Shame Luxor was disappointed by even that.*
Me: *snort* I m tired of your schemes and sick of all this! I m putting you out for good this time!
Luxor: Well how so?
*The sleigh zoomed over his head as he quickly ducked. Everyone on board slide on the frosty surface this time the sleigh now had reindeer pulling. I wondered where in the world they came from.*
*Nicholas strapped his reigns down as everyone jumped and climbed off.*
*Nicholas stood with Steve as the others and Luke rushed in.*
Nich: *To Steve* Poor girl. The weather has affected her without proper clothing.
Steve: *Subtle* There s more to that than you would think, Nicholas.
Me: *Smiling* Lukie!!
*He embraced me harshly and tightly wrapped me in his arms.*
Luke: My love you re alright *He stopped for a moment when he realized something odd as he hugged me. To him, it felt like hugging more of me. He then looked down and found himself hugging my inflated frame.* and there s, uh, more of you.
Me: Huh? *I then looked down* Wha how did I do this?
*Finding myself weebling, feeling my inflated frame and found it felt like I was airy than having juice the same color as my skin.*
*Then, a large wall came to live and crawled its red form in front of the others, backing away before they got hit as well as Luke being forced to step back and away from me, now closed off from the other side.*
Luke: Ack!
Luxor: There will be none of that heroic chivalry. No more daring rescues. The girl is now mine! *Now to me* See if you can defeat me now in that useless form.
Me: It didn t stop me before, and I was WAY bigger.
*Still keeping steady, as Luxor now thwarted his hand on the tree bark, ramming into the bark, energy coursing through him taking it from the tree.*
Luxor: This tree is my ticket to immortality! And will all be your tombs! Merry Christmas, fools!
*Green energy releases from his other hand, aiming for me. Too late for me to me to even roll, as I closed my eyes expected the worst. Until the energy crinkled in front of me without hitting me. I opened my eyes and saw a blue crystallized barrier in front of me. I also ended up with crystal armor for arms; the green energy whittled away.*
Luxor: What inconveinence is this??
*I was surprised too: I didn t know the effects of the blueberry gum s contents inside me would also create a barrier when I wanted. Another green blast shot forth, trying to break my blue wall, but it only shriveled away and brought out more crystals in the form of light blue body armor.*
Luxor: How?...How? *perplexed by the power he was being given that instead made me change .*
Nich: *Calling out* Alison!
*I turned my indented head to him, holding back any embarrassment I have to how I look.*
Nich: Unleash the power you were given!
*With a turn and swing of the arm crystal, blue light swayed out in a row, breaking away the red wall.*
Craig: Bright side here. No more bricks in the wall.
Jan: *Turning to him* You had to make that joke didn t you?
*I then turned back to Luxor.*
Me: Looks like you won t be getting your immortality for Christmas.
Luxor: Hah! *still sure of himself* So you can deflect. Eventually your armor will break and leave me another shot.
*The tree continued to glow its green aura as I was given a peek inside. It appeared to have a marking of a sword: a short handle blade it looked like Luke s that passed on me. Could it be possible that this was the artifact itself?*
Me: Not until I get a few tricks up in it.
*The glow of my blue aura now mixing with the green image.*
*Among a dark rubble of rocks and broken walls in the quiet jungle, it once held a secret lair and laboratory under the guise of Dok before it was destroyed in a recent battle. Pebbles and larger rocks rumbled around and burst out, with a gleaming sword rising out of the mess and speeding into the sky.*
*Luxor still kept using the tree s power to attack me, green glows and blue hues meshed together and struggling back and forth. The sword zooms from the sky and lands inside the tree, thundering the ancient hold that shakes Luxor s hold and traps his hand inside. Courtesy of the armor arms, it walked on its crystallized hands over to the entrapped demon. Landing back on my stuck feet, a free arm rams into where Luxor s stuck arm was and pulls out what appears to be the blade now embedded inside. The fear now growing in the monster s eyes.*
Me: You know what s your problem like with a lot of other evil people, Luxor?
Luxor: W-what?
Me: You re too cocky for your own good.
*I lunge the heavy sword deep into his abdomen and into the tree, the blade pushing in Luxor further; a swirling trail of dust escapes from his wound with his clawed hand clasping the blade but was powerless against the sharpness. The power of the blue glassy arms increased my strength further; even my round girth s bumping presses him deeper into the tree. Luxor struggles and gags, his shaking hand now turning into crinkled bark, chipping away skin into brittle twigs and dust.*
Luxor: This cur-sed blade will not defeat it all!
Nicholas: *Crying out* It was NEVER meant to defeat !
Me: But to defeat another day!!
*Now pushing the blade closer, shucking in one final blow. Luxor s own cries became hollowing and echoing, giving a final note of his own, towards Luke, a cryptic message inside his mind as he burst into dust and debris. The hole where his arm was stuck now absorbed the blade and healed the hole away,, the glow slowly dimming, the leaves rustling from a chilly wind.*
*I was greeted by cheers from my friends whooping for my victory. The mount of snow shines away, revealing a bright red workshop, decorated in green and red holly, a large candy cane sign written as Santa s Workshop in blue letters. The chimney alive with puffing smoke and windows glowing inside. It was the last I saw before I begin to strain my eyes and rolled along the ground, no longer able to stay conscious *
*On a warm couch I still felt myself tired, a soft blanket covering me. It feels peaceful, bright over my closed eyes. A sound jolted me out of sleep as I see beside the entertainment center a decorated fir tree with gold hems, rainbow lights and our Christmas ornaments hung up. In fact, everything felt festive, red and green leaves in a bowl on the table, candles in the window sill, fresh smells of the tree and sweet and savory hints of cooking. I almost wondered where I was, thinking if we went inside the workshop that came up all of a sudden in the cold North.*
*And then there was Heather, holding her bee doll as she herself slept on the floor of the tree s bed. I then move off, seeing myself back to my normal shape and skin color, crawling along the floor to the tree. I caress on fingers on her back, trying to see if she responds. She coos out and bats at her sleepy eyes and feels on hand on her.*
Heather: Mommy! *Skidding over to me* Mommy. *Happily falling onto my straightened torso, kneeling and comforting her.*
Luke: *From afar* Heather? What? *Luke comes out of our bedroom* Alison!
*I turned around to see him. He now kneels beside me with his bigger hug.*
Luke: I m glad you got of it. Do you even have any idea how long you were out?
Me: But where did everything come from? We didn t get the chance to start decorating 2 weeks after Thanksgiving.
Craig: *Coming from another den room hearing the commotion* It all just popped up here, after we came back.
Dem: *Now following* You see, he got everything taken care of.
Me: Who did?
Dem: Who else! *Now pointing over to a large ceiling high pile of wrapped and colorful gifts.* He got all our gifts made when the workshop opened up and back at the house. He even got us food! *Now pointing over to the kitchen. Trays and plates readying various snacks and meals, maybe enough to last right through Christmas.*
Me: Nich-Nicholas-Santa!
Jan: *Jovial* Yea, lahdy fuckin duh.
Me: Jan. You re cursing again.
Jan: F-
Me: But not in front of *pointing down to Heather as Jan cringed*
Jan: So much for not getting coal.
Craig: You re still good, dude. Maybe just one little coal. *Smiling*
*Xigbar hugged Demyx from behind, or at least far away, as he stood under the mistletoe from the across the room. Then Demyx looked to see.*
Dem: Hee
Gin: Hey, hold on there you two. I get that mistletoe reserved too. *She drags Jan over to it and plants her kisses over his stuck embrace, not that Jan really minded.*
*Steve celebrated quietly with Emmitt, as they now see that I m awake.*
Emmitt: Well there s our sleeping fraulein.
Me: Yes. What I like to know is what happened when I was asleep.
Steve: Ah, a shame you missed the inside of Nich s workshop. Just as you would imagine: warm, jolly environment. Everything you see here is his gift for us and for what you did. And a good thing he was a device for well getting you back to normal let s say. Though I can t for the darnest think how a ribbon making machine and thread would work on that.
Luke: Point is you re back and fine. And you ve done the world a favor again.
Me: With a tiny bit of embarrassment included. *Meekly smiling back*
*For now, we all picked and gathered from our meal like it was Christmas Eve and morning, unwrapping gifts and leaving the rest for the actual day. But I decided to save for myself later my own gift from Nicholas, with a note that read in green and glittering cursive handwriting:
Dear Alison,
I don t know how you were able to handle bringing my sleigh back to life or how the tree responded to your calling to be honest with you, but I am glad that you did. You have a very unique gift, among many others, you possess that I've detected over the years. It does take that one voice and one heart to bring about more caring hearts to keep the meaning alive. And maybe someday, if you wish, you'll be awake to see what a real magical workshop is like.
Warm Regards.
Nicholas
*No doubt I have the best gift of all, knowing what I went through and remembered; and without it, there wouldn t be anything to be grateful for. Even if it all seemed like a dream.*
The End
Chapter 28: Book 2 Chapter 1: Trigger Effect
Summary:
A new wrestler is on the scene, as the gang come for the match, but stay for the revelation.
Chapter Text
*A local hall held a small crowd, as an in-ring announcer called out the first wrestler, detailing his hometown and weight as usual. The wrestler snatched the microphone, ranting his usual spouting of being "the real champion" and challenged anyone from the crowd to take him*
Killer: *Killer laid back in his seat, near the backend of the crowd, his arms folded* Champion? He doesn't even know the meaning of the word.... *The wrestler blabbed on more and more, as Killer became more and more bored of it all* Why doesn't this creep shut up...?
Wrestler: Don't make me start picking people out...
K: Pfft.... *Killer raised his hand...."This is gonna be fun..."*
W: Ah yeah... get your ass in here now!
*Killer shrugged and stepped on into the squared circle*
W: oh boy you ain't knowin' what you've got yourself into....
K: Not likely.... *Cracking his eight ringed knuckles*
*Killer whipped off his long black coat, standing in red leather pants and black vest with a blood red trim. He flicked his red hair away from his face*
W: Ah not only a pansy, but a pretty boy....
K: Pretty boy? *he began to growl and flexed his arms quickly, causing a large jolt of muscle*
W: What the...? *the flex rumbled the ring mat, as he swung his arms hard*
*Killer then began to charge at the wrestler, who ran away, around the ring, squealing*
K: I'll show you a pansy! Get back here! *getting faster*
W: Ref! Ref! Stop this freak! *the referee watched on flabbergasted*
*Killer finally caught up with the wrestler and grabbed him in a Full Nelson headlock, grasping tightly. In a panic, the wrestler swung his leg up between Killers legs... BING!!! Killer groaned, letting go and grasping his sensitive areas*
W: hah....not so tough...
Killer: *Killer leapt up almost unfazed* No one takes out the family jewels!!! GRRRAAAH! *grabbing the wrestler firmly and lifting him high in a Guerilla Press, he then body slammed him hard into the mat, springing the ring a little more than usual. A creaking was heard* Hmmm?
*the ring then collapsed at the ring posts, the ropes falling back. Killer then fell upon his opponent, pinning him down*
*the referee fell too and began to count....*
Ref: *SLAP* 1......*SLAP* 2......*SLAP* 3!!! *the bell rang loudly and the small hall of fans erupted loudly*
*The hall exploded with cheers and hooting, amazed at the spectacle that took place*
Announcer: And the winner by pin fall....*covers the mic* what's your name?
K: Killer....
A: riiight... *back to mic* THE KILLEEER
K: No... just Killer.... *Killer sighs*
*The crowd still cheered, just as Killer left the mat, the power of strength inside fading away*
*Later that same week...*
*I was in our bedroom, hugging Humphrey, my Build a Bear teddy bear, with a red Phillies sweater and jeans, and a back pack with the same logo of the team, given to me as a birthday gift from the past*
Me: *Talking baby-ish to it in my own voice* It'sh my teddy bear. Lovesa my teddy bear *Then putting him back on the throw pillows*
Craig: *From downstairs, I bellowed* NO FUCKING WAY!!!
Me: Huh?? What was that? *Moving out of the bedroom* *Gasp* What's wrong, Craig?
Craig: This dude on here *poking the screen* Calls himself 'The Killer'.....slammed dude so hard he broke the ring.... He's not even part of the fed...just some random
Me: *Looking* Oh my gosh
Craig: I know. Shocking right?
Me: Can anyone really be that strong to break the ring?
Craig: Nah....it's all rigged. It's gotta be.... I can remember seeing that same shit on WWE and ECW sooooo many times...
Me: Well, what do you think?
Craig: But... *looking closer at the photos*
Me: But look how many hits this story has
Craig: This doesn't look rigged....there's something about how the ring collapsed...
Me: Hmm... he looks very thin...but are those bulky upper muscles I see? I bet Uncle Steve could decipher if these photos were real or not
Craig: He could.....think I should email 'em to him? Now Emmit and me got it all set up at his....
Me: And yet he said he was strictly retiring
Craig: Yeah...
Me: But what do you think of him?
Craig: He seems...superhuman...
Me: Like some of us?
Craig: Yeah....RPG Super Human I would call it...
Me: Hmm...
*having booked tickets for the next house show for most of us (Emmit not wanting to go to that "male soap opera of men in underwear", and Steve just saying we should all go watch Olympic wrestling), we all headed to the halls*
Me: *To Luke* Hehe, how funny for Emmit to call wrestling that
Ginger: Why did I have to be dragged along? All it is is just a bar fight set in a ring
Craig: Bar fight in a ring? Pfft. It's an art...right Jan?
Jan: Yeah *agreeing* and learn new fuckin' packin' moves. If this guy is good as you said he is
Craig: He's good, man....perhaps a little too good... Like UFC Fighting good...
*the announcer called out* Ladies and Gentlemen....we at SWWA would like to welcome you to Slam Jam 4!
Craig: *walking into the large room* Ah there he is... *pointing*
Me: Geez, there's so many screaming people here
Ginger: *Eying the scene under her hands* and shouldn't be hard to miss
Craig: Not in a costume like that....very gothic...kinda like it
Me: His hair stands out too
Craig: As much as I like the guy... something doesn't seem right
Ginger: Craig, he's stands a head over almost everyone else, they're supposed to be big, right?
Craig: But I'm thinking it's rare....if they're huge, they're huge in every department... this guy doesn't seem it....and it's definitely not 'roids...
Luke: I say we go over and talk to him...
Craig: You crazy, Luke?
Me: We can?
Luke: I don't see why not...if he was a superstar he would have bodyguards...
Craig: True...
Luke: well. They're not one official.... why not?
Me: I don't know; I feel like we would be a bother to him...
Craig: Oh come on, most wrestlers love the fans...it's usually why they get into it all... *walking over with Luke*
*Killer stood by the vending machine, looking over the fans*
K: Hmph....
Craig: Hey er....Killer?
K: Who wants to know....?
*More fans and spectators pushed their way in, knocking me and Ginger around*
Craig: *whoa.......temper in and out of the ring...* Hi er...I'm Craig, this is Luke...my err...cousin *looking up to Luke... "Play along...") I want to get into pro wrestling like you...Got any training tips? How'd you get so buff?
Me: Ahh! Oww! *Still being pushed, crazed fans probably*
K: Heh...you don't want to know, kid.....
*One careless guy bumped against my back, forcing me to skid forward, fumbling into someone*
K: hey! *looking to the crowd* calm it down!
Me: Whoa!
K: HEY!!!
Me: Ahhh! *THUMP! Bumping into him* *Killer reached out and caught you* Ohh!
*Long, callused fingers touched my bare forearms, my own regular blue veins noticeable and brought back to the idea of being blue skinned again*
K: Hey er...are you alright?
Luke: *Luke walked over* Alison, you alright, honey?
Me: *Nodding* Yeah...ohh! *feeling that something pinched me* *a small thin line tingling the way a pinch would crease*
Me: Ah...*helped up* I am SO sorry! It's just too crowded here
K: Oh it's okay...stupid fans get a little nuts I s'pose...
Me: Better hold on to me, hun. I think that push left me shaken
Luke: *Luke held you closer* Thanks...
K: Not a problem... *Then, strange thoughts flowed into his mind. Killer felt odd, almost like a craving*
*He saw visions that were of my memories; a tingling spread through his fingers and hands*
Killer *he looked at his fingers and hands, with a blue tinge... Killer watched as the blue tinge spread, feeling a little bloated in his stomach* I feel... something... bubbling...
*Ginger began to yell from across the crowd* Ginger: Alright! Move it or lose it, tool! Let a lady in!
*For a split second, I thought it was Jan yelling like a jackass for no reason. Then back to the vending machine, Killer was gone*
*A ringed blue hand held against the wall, supporting Killer, now blue tinged all over, giving a grunt/cough/hoarse heaving sound at the same time, trying to help himself up, get to his dressing room*
Killer: *Killer rushed to the dressing room* What's happening to me? I feel so..funny.... *Killer now looked less muscular and puffier*
Craig: You thinkin' what I'm thinkin'?
Me: What's wrong with him to go off like that?
Luke: Hmmm..I think we should find out... *walking to the dressing rooms*
*Ginger whacks one bald guy with her purse* Ginger: EXCUSE ME!! *Now caught up with us* Ginger: Man, I hate these lame brained crowds, standing around like freakin' oafs!
Craig: Thanks *not impressed* Us wrestling fans love you too, Ginger..
Ginger: Aw, I'm not saying you're an oaf, Craigy. Just ones who leave their manners at the door
Craig:
*we all arrive at the dressing room door where Killer locked himself away. Luke, being the polite type as he is, knocked*
Me: *Looking at my hand* Huh? *It didn't appear so much as blue as before*
Craig: Luke...I don't think subtlety will work here...
Ginger: Strange for a tough guy wrestler to go right for his dressing room over some stomach pain or something
Luke: Somehow I don't think it's a stomach pain...
Me: Well, either we pick the lock...or just go right "through"
Luke: Go right through I guess..... *focusing as usual and phasing in with ease. He quickly opened the door*
Jan: Finally giving us a chance
*Killer stood in the corner, bright blue and swelling. His coat fasteners popping*
Ginger: Oh my gawd!
*a chain attached to the belt fabric and pocket began to tighten*
K: Help...help...too tight...grrrr
Craig: Holy crap.....
Me: Oh god... he's doing that too...
*the belt buckle began to break and pop off, the belt snaking backwards with each moving width*
K: grr..what's happening to me? *skin now a very sharp contrast again his radish colored hair. The red straps around the arms of the coat tightened, squeezing deeper*
Me: Try and think about the rest of you staying on! *Saying something that sounded odd coming out of my mouth"*
K: What?!
Me: U-u-unless you rather be nude, concentrate on keeping everything on you, let it.. stretch with you!
K: *gasping and trying to focus, he thought of himself stretching with it; the tightening eased off the red straps loosened their hold and widened, leather pants glossing with each stretch*
Craig: Right..well now that's sorted...what about juicing him?
*The thought wasn't far off, with no sign of the swelling slowing down yet. Killer already reached an orb shape. He had no idea what he meant by "juicing him", let alone of the pressure and sloshing getting to him*
*Killer waddled a little*
Me: whoa...
Luke: honey?
Me: *sudden* Hmm?
Craig: any ideas?
*Jan casually walked up, not wanting to view from the side lines and began poking and prodding the bloated wrestler's rounded back* Jan: This look familiar, bro?
K: HEY!!
Luke: Enough, Jan...
Jan: *poking* Come on, what's he gonna do? The Rolling Pin Maneuver?
Ginger: Ooh, and me without the reversal gum *fishing through her purse*
Craig: DAMN
*Killer's swelling stopped, as he rocked on his pivot*
Ginger: *To me* Sweetie, do you know how you dejuiced or deflated yourself those other times?
Me: Um, not without the nanites...but yet the blue part came from the gum...and that will normally go away on its own
*The dressing room door met with a quick rapping and a voice from outside*
Craig: Aw crap...he's up next
K: Wait....is this all under my control? *Killer began to "think thin"*
Me: Huh?
*Killer's body shrank down to normal, but not losing the tinge*
Jan: Hey! What the hell's this?
K: *Killer opened his eyes* I'm still blue....
Me: ...that goes away. But...it looks like they're calling you
Killer: *Killer slipped his gloves on* I better do my job.... *finding some red and white face paint to make a pattern* ....this will do...pass it off as a new look?
Craig: Hey...it works...
Me: Yeah, always good I suppose
*Killer opened the door and headed out to the ring for his match*
Craig: Well..that's another one in the gang....
Me: How do you know so quickly? What if he doesn't want to join?
*Killer acted his performance as usual without anyone the wiser, pinning his new opponent once again. We waited inside the dressing room, thinking no one would mind, but only for a brainstorm session*
Jan: He just should've stayed that way and fuckin' flatten the bloke under his gut
Me: ...and risk having this kind of ability exposed?
Craig: She's got a point, Jan dude
Me: As much as I want civil rights for the blueberried, not everyone would be ready for this kind of thing
Craig: *I giggle*
Me: Or even anyone who displays things no one else really has... I just wonder how he could do that too or what...
*Thunderous cheers voluminized with the opening of the door*
Ginger: Looks like everyone still loves Killer... *cheerily and looking at the brush handle and baskets*
*Killer took a seat*
Craig: We're gonna have to do somethin' about that tan of yours....
K:....and how do you propose we do that?
Me: Hmm...it could either be helped by injecting an enzyme to bring the original color back, or just wade it out. And that could take some time than helped.
*Now thinking back to how this reminded me of Rogue; when she absorbed other mutant's powers, it's a temporary hold but lasts at varying times or how long a touch was. Maybe...this also explained why he had this almost superhuman strength that got him noticed in the first place*
Me: Killer...has anything like this happened before?
K: How so? Coming into contact with objects and people, and taking on a property? Many times...
Me: *Nod* Exactly
Me: So you know what I'm already talking about?
*Killer nodded slowly*
Me: Do you know how long it lasts or often? Surely there are one's that aren't the best controlled
K: Well it varies..sometimes minutes..sometimes days...
Me: Same thing with this strongman approach?
*Killer nodded again* K: I'm actually surprised the muscles haven't worn off
Me: Well who exactly "gave" you those muscles?
K: Well..the first encounter was when I was imprisoned in the labs I escaped from a short while ago... Ever since I've been taking other people's strengths...like the guy I pummeled
Me: Labs? *Curious* What labs?
K: Ones run by some made scientist....German or European...something...
Ginger: You should've called yourself The Leech...
K: hmph...I feel like one..
Jan: So you're sayin' who were someone's guinea pig?
K: Yeah.....Used for all kinds of stuff...
Me: Hmm *folding my lips*
Ginger: So, "they" gave you this?
*he shook his head*
Me: *I rest my head on my hand* I'm sorry this happened..to you *I perked my head and squinted my brows, thinking if I heard some kind of noise*
*Killer still sat, bright blue*
Me: Am I the only one hearing something?
*Luke tuned in too*
Craig: Hmmm?
K: What do you mean?
Me: It sounds sort of watery sound
Luke: Yaah...
Craig: I don't hear anything...
Me: I heard a bit more...sounds sloshy...
Craig: Hmmm...
Me: Killer, are you feeling alright now?
K: well..not really...*patting his stomach*
Ginger: Uh oh... Starting again much?
K: it..feels like it...
Me: We better find a way of dejuicing quickly...or do something..
*Luke nodded*
*Killer then looked a little puffy again*
Me: There has to be a way...unless... Can you also "charge up" the juice out of you?
K: What? As in "squeeze" myself?
Me: No..um..think of it as...*trying to explain* you've seen it done, right Luke?
Luke: well..yes..try to.....*also tries to explain*
Ginger: Think of energy balls coming out of your hands
K: Ah, that made so much more sense!!
Me: *Sighs* Thank you, Ginger
*Killer closed his eyes...trying to create "energy balls" his hands became covered with a gooey blue substance, "leaking" around his palms and fingers. The blue on his face faded into a light violet color, draining down; all the while the change in the amount of goo coming out didn't change. This could mean that the power is starting to fade away now as well*
K: I ...I think I've got it *the goo became harder, sliming up his hands and solidifying into various knife shards. The other hand held a blue orb*
Jan: Dude, didn't even have it for more than an hour and already a fuckin' pro!
Craig: Damn straight...
Me: *Turning to him* Then I guess what I did wasn't impressive enough?
*Killer kept it coming, keeping his eyes closed. His color turned back to a light pink tone, returning to his original white, chalky features*
K: *breathing a sigh of relief* I think it's all gone...
Me: And look *pointing at what was formed*
K: Hmmm?
Craig: yeah :D
Me: I'm impressed myself; I didn't think I could do that myself
Luke: Very much so...
Jan: *Eying the blue knives* Wonder how sharp those fucker's are?
*FLLWINNG! A blue knife stabs right into the wall, the handle end vibrating*
Craig: WHOA! *going wide eyed*
*Jan quickly turned his head to the wall with the blade, not quite close to him*
K: *flabbergasted* errr....
Jan: Fuck man! You got aim like a real killer
Craig: Hell yeah.... *looking at the damage*
Me: Skill and poise... like you could almost do anything... but, at least that problem's solved *in thought to Luke: maybe we could ask him back to Ginger and Jan's place to see if he's willing to be looked at?*
*Luke in thought: "hmmmm...it's an idea, Allie..."*
*smiling*
Luke: Hmm..perhaps...if you would be so kind, Killer....would you like to come back with us? To figure out what exactly is up with you?
K: Why are you being so formal about it? I already heard what you said...
Luke: What? *looking to you*
*Looking back, surprised*
K: *Killer tapped his temple* I have the same thing...
Me: ...also from me
K: And yeah...I agree with you...maybe I should come back...
Me: Great. And don't worry, we won't be putting you in a cage...
*Killer grinned with a chuckle*
Me: *slightly flushed* heh
*with that being said, and a bit of disappointment for not seeing an actual match, he returned to Jan and Ginger's. I was in their kitchen as she asked me to make some coffee for her. As I poured in the grind, I took a cinnamon shaker and shook a few pats in, mixing it all together and into the machine*
*Jan poked in, limply holding the cordless phone in his hand* Jan: Emmit's on
Me: *Taking it* Thanks *Talking* Hi Emmit...how's Heather? Aww, good...
Craig: *I hand Killer the coffee* Here ya go dude...
K: Thank you *not taking a sip just yet*
Me: She called there? Okay, thanks, I'll give her a call; we're over at the other's place. Just make sure she doesn't nap for too long and help hold Squeaky for her if she wants to see him out of the cage...okay, bye. Excuse me, Ginger, could I use the phone to call my aunt pat?
Ginger: *She nodded* Uh huh, sure
Me: I'll be in the other room *the phone in my hand still, I excused myself from the others to take a call*
Craig: Alrighty... *taking a seat*
Luke: Right ...so..we need to find out what your skill is on a level
Craig: Exactly...it seems you have a copy ability...but whether it's magical...biological...both..not sure...
Jan: *sitting with the chair turned backwards* Al's mentioned something about a comic book
Craig: X-Men? Rogue....similar thing
Ginger: *Ginger taps Craig on the shoulder just as she sits down and whispers* So...how does it feel to have a celebrity here in our mist? *smirking a little*
Jan: Yeah, I know about the X-Men man. We're mutants ourselves if you think about it
Craig: Real life X-Men...not a bad thing really...
Jan: *Smirking himself* especially if Gin *thumbing* gets a latex outfit that boosts her meat balloons
Craig: *chuckles* feasible...sorry, Ginge ^.^
*Groaning* Ginger: Just something to get used to... *Then eyes Jan* Ginger: As long as your costume enhances your package. A big Easter basket on my bunny :P
Craig: Ouch
*Not commenting, Jan only rolled his eyes and took his cup* Jan: Uhh, put too much in here...
Ginger: Ally did...*sipping hers* can't really taste it that much
K: *Killer also took a sip, and began smacking his lips* hmmm...cinnamon?
Ginger: Yeah..you guessed right And I'm supposed to be a cook
K: *still smacking his lips* erm....I think...ermm..
Craig: What dude?
Ginger: What is it?
K: I may be allergic to cinnamon...
Ginger: Oh!
*The cup began to feel heavier in his hand as it dropped on the table, clinking and spilling*
Ginger: Yeep! Hope it doesn't stain *grabbing some napkins*
Craig: Dude,....you okay?
*still blotting the table cloth* Ginger: Didn't know that.. probably should've asked
*Killer grew smaller, now the shrinking becoming visible to everyone*
Craig: Ah crap...someone get my medi-book...
*He pushed his chair back as he stood up*
Ginger: What is it, Craig? Is there one for cinnamon?
Craig: Not sure...But I can have a guess...
*still blotting and discarding used napkins, not really paying attention*
*Killer looking frantically over himself as he shrunk faster*
Craig: *I walk over to killer, who was holding his stomach*
K: What's happening? I knew I was allergic, but this hasn't happened before...
Craig: Calm down, dude we'll sort this...
Ginger: What is it...*a big gasp*
Jan: Man, this is some crazy shit
Craig: You think, dude?
*Luke goes off to look for Craig's medical book. Luke soon returned with the book and I began leafing through it*
Jan: Uh *pointing and poking at Craig* Whitehouse
Craig: Hmmm..allergies...allergies *leafing quicker now* Sup?
*Ginger looked on wide eyed down and down*
Craig: Ah crap....
*Killer was incredibly small now*
*Everyone looked down slowly, Ginger still in shock, while the guys had odd curious looks, almost like a comical cartoon moment. The tiny wrestler had to have stood 6 inches or so tall*
K: *Killer looked up at everyone* Help me out here....... *his agitation sounding very high*
Ginger: Um..might be a bad time to ask..but is this also yours?
Craig Whitehouse: *I still skim read pages*
Me: *I walk back into the dining area* Hey guys... huh? What's going on? *walking in closer*
Craig: ER...we have a little problem...
Me: A problem? *Now at the table and seeing that a cup was spilt and wet napkins strewn* Where's Killer?
Craig: Right...here... *sidestepping*
*Looking down, gasping myself, more so because of how close my feet were to where he stood, his arms up in a protective stance*
K: Gah! Careful!..
Me: Eee! *clenching my fingers*
*Killer flinched and rolled to the side, when I cupped him up and placed him upon the coffee table near my book*
Me: oh my... *letting out a breath*
Me: What happened to him?
K: Allergy...cinnamon
Me: W-what??
Craig: He's allergic to cinnamon...
Me: I heard that, but...this? *I realized where this was going for me. Sighing, then sitting down* It's all my fault, I did it again. First touching me, now this
K: Hey it's okay....you weren't to know...
Me: But I feel so bad about this...*hanging my head*
Craig: Hey.....like he said.. you weren't to know....but let's just work on him getting back to normal, yeah?
Me: *nodding*
*On his own, Killer looked over the large medical book, slowly walking along the rims, feeling annoyed by his situation, but not letting it show*
Craig: *I leafed through the book, desperately trying to find a cure for this allergy...and a knock was heard* Hm?
Jan: *Jan looked at his watch* Ahh shit!
Craig: What dude?
Jan: The guys were gonna come over for practice!
Craig: Aw crap...
Jan: Crap and shit!
Ginger: Well we can't let them see this going on!
Jan: You're right, babe *taking advantage, Jan reached across the table and took hold of the shrunken Killer*
K: Hey! Whoa!!! *flailing a little*
Craig: Dude..what you doin'?
Jan: Can't see what's goin on right? *Then proceeded to quickly stuff him into my top*
Me: Uh but, I...
Craig: O.o
Luke: Jan?
K: Hmm?!
Me: I... *would I even dare say this shirt already comes with support without a bra?*
Jan: Just don't say a word! Don't act like anything crazy happened *Now letting the door open*
Band Member: Yooo Jan...
Jan: Ey man
*Killer hid deeper into the top*
Me: Eee! *Trying not to let him go deeper*
Band Member 2: Took ya a fuckin while
Craig: *I cleared away the book*
Jan: Eh, blame Whitehouse there, keeping him at one of his science projects
Craig: Sorry guys....just something a little important....I get outta your wa-.. *noticing the guitarist* Holy crap....a PRS!!! *having a joygasm over the guitarist's PRS guitar* Damn..a custom too!
Guitarist: Eh! No touching! -.-
Craig: Okaaay
Ginger: Come on, Roddy, he's in a band too. The least you could do is let him see it further
Roddy: A band? What's your style?
Craig: *I go into conversation with him as the other set up*
Me: Ehh, ehh *trying to fix my top, then using some TK, taking Craig's med book out of his arm and into mine*
Craig: Right guys...we'll leave you to it *leaving the room*
*Killer poked his small red head out, climbing a ways*
Me: Haven't done that in a while... *opening the book back up, skimming through* hmm, what's this one? *pointing to a page*
Craig: *closing the door behind me* find anything? Hmmm... *looking at it* That may work..not exactly a cure, but something until it wears off....*taking the book* kay..got any flour?
Ginger: Oh sure, do you have to ask?
Craig: Hehe...and sunflower oil, eggs...and some beer. Jan's GOTTA have some
Me: *giggling*
Ginger: Just hope his buddies aren't at it drinking *laughing back*
*While I still giggled*
Craig: hehe
Me: Ahh, someone keeps tickling me *slowly picking him out of my shirt*
K: I'm, not comfortable
Me: *pinching from his shirt and coat collar* You never thought about being stuck between a woman's breasts?
K: It's popped in there but...maybe not like this hehe *dangling*
Me: *smirking; now setting him back down*
K: So...baking a cake of beer or...?
Gin: A bit of a way to help solve this out...
Craig: *gathering the ingredients and mixing it up quickly in a bowl* Right...now...leave it for a few minutes
Me: Will it solidify even more?
Craig: just needs to ...err...ferment really...
Ginger: *grazing her finger* I can only imagine what it would taste like
K: I could take a guess *his face dropping at the word 'ferment'*
Luke: Is it ready?
Craig: *giving it a poke with the spoon* and done...now..Killer....err...You make want some of this *taking a tea spoon with a small scoop*
K: errrr....
Me: He would have to eat it as is?
Craig: Yup...think yeast rising...
*Killer had a bad feeling in the pit of himself, but it wasn't so much from the idea of eating the dough*
Me: Heh..clever
*Killer took a bite of the dough and winced at the bitter taste*
Craig: Ok..now we should stand back a little...
Me: It should start soon?
Craig: Very soon... *stepping back*
*Killer swallowed and held his stomach. Killer gulped a little*
K: Ugh...feel a little ...
Craig: Drunk? It'll happen for a while
Ginger: It..does have beer in it after all, little guy
*Killer hiccupped, giving a hard jolt of height*
Ginger: I guess not so little now..
*Killer hiccupped more and more, growing taller as he sat on the edge of the table, his legs crawling over the rims*
Craig: Ah...nearly there
Me: As Uncle Steve would say... *after two more deep hiccups, Killer was back to normal size, fully sitting on the table*
Craig: Ah.... all done
*Killer swung his legs and leapt off the table, fully standing up*
K: Hmmm..no odd feelings....I feel pretty good...if not full
Me: Heh
Ginger: *eying him and around* Are you sure? I didn't know you were this tall
K: Hmm???
Ginger: Hmm, don't know, maybe I've been used to Luke's size. *Getting some detail of the length of his back, wondering to herself how lean it is underneath.*
Chapter 29: Book 2 Chapter 2: Powerbomb Protocol
Summary:
After getting Killer fixed, the remedy only proved to be short lived.
Chapter Text
*the next day, after the whole thing had cleared up we all headed up to the local discount warehouse while it was quiet to gather odds and sods*
Me: Any idea what you're looking for, Craig? I didn't know they had warehouses like this where you live
Craig: Oh, just odd things for experiments and the like... *rummaging through the bins and shelves*
*I looked over one bin that carried plastic lids*
Luke: I'm surprised a wrestler like you is spending an afternoon looking for bargains, Mr. Killer
K: It's a good source for costumes and weapons for hardcore matches...like this trash can for example...
Me: You've really been getting into this career, haven't you? *Turning up fuzzy nylon cloths in red and blues*
K: Eh....it's a living...where else can you beat the crap out of someone and get away with it?
Me: Maybe Jan should've went into wrestling...
Craig: *Rummaging through a nearby bin* hm....boxing, UFC....then again, beating the crap out of someone or beating the crap out of someone in a pyrotechnics environment...I understand the choice :P
Me: hehe
*Killer looked over a wooden bow that would be a useful weapon; then all of a sudden, he felt that feeling inside him from the other day*
K: ugh... *his hand on his stomach*
Me: *Looking over* Are you okay?
K: *urp* erm....not really
Me: Maybe you can try and sit for a while, let it clear your head
*He rubbed along his fingers, the feeling tight around his skin, pulling each one off. The rings clicked individually on the ground as he felt the tightening in his hands further. He looked over his hands, and looked to the shelves, noticing he was taller*
K: What the... *suddenly*
*His coat tails rose from the ground slowly, his leather pants stretching tighter, his black vest shirt squeezing through as his shoulders expanded out*
*I heard a deep groaning stretch like shoes stretching out*
Craig: *I walk around the corner* Killer, dude you've gotta see.....whoa...
Me: *Looking over* Oh no
*the coat sleeves began to tear away at the seams, his vest ripping at the sides, his belt expanding over his elongating torso*
K: W-what's happening?
Me: I can't believe this..he's growing..
*The coat now three torn parts on the ground, his belt popped off and his pants ripping in patches as his legs burst through and immense*
Craig: I can believe it....the dough....
K: From yesterday? *the ripping increasing*
Me: Honey? *Calling for Luke, who went off somewhere inside*
Luke: *Luke walked around* Yes, hun...? Oh....
*Killer's head reached past a couple of large stacked crates, maybe close to ten feet high*
K: W-what's happening to me! *his voice becoming deeper, frantic* K: Somebody stop it!
Craig: It's the dough..hold out for a little longer...I'll find something *I ran off into the other parts of the store*
*His clothes now gone, left only in his boxer's, which wouldn't hold out for long, still enlarging, nearing the ceiling and over lights*
Luke: Well..this is certainly familiar
Me: *nodding* and he's still growing
*Killer looked around franticly, seeing above the shelves, his head hitting the ceiling with an echoing thud*
Me: ohh! *cringing*
*he eyed over at the round hanging ceiling light. And still Killer pressed on, his head digging deeper into the ceiling frame; the warehouse roof creaked loudly*
K: Grrr....agh... *the ceiling groaning loudly against his head*
Me: Craig, how much of the dough will last?
Craig: Errrr.....double that surely....
Me: ..oh dear...
*Crates and bins began to streak loudly on the linoleum floor, pushed asunder and aside, amid creaking and tinkling glass*
*Killer had his eyes closed tightly*
Me: Um... J-just hang on..
*pretty soon, his briefy whites won't hold on for long, already swelling and bursting at the thighs, his head crushed through the roofing, his shoulders pressing closer*
K: *muffled from the outside, yet somewhat booming* Er....a little help?!
Me: ehh! *cringing from the sound*
*SSSSSRRRRRR* *His underwear now tearing away, hearing more monstrous groans, as a thin giant arm extended down and grabbed for a red hanging banner for the store, and proceeded to tie it around his waist*
Craig: *thinking* "Ah well...he can keep his modesty..."
*with shoulders now pressing past the ceiling hole*
Craig: Er....er....er......
Me: Luke, you're good with judging size, how tall is ne how?
L: Hmmm...30....40 feet? *watching on*
Me: *sigh* this is gonna make it real hard to hide
L: True...
*almost on a cue, there was a slightly high voice, sounding like it was pestering someone, very close on the street*
Craig: Hmmm?
Dem: Come on, Xiggy, you promised!
Craig: Ah...
Me: if that's who I think it is, at least it's someone we know
Dem: Just one thing in here, okies?
Xig: *sigh* ugh...ok...
Me: *Calling out* Demyx! Xiggy!
Xig: hmmm? Alison?
Me: Yeah! *waving my hand in here*
*Demyx pulled his beau further in, his back against a soft long surface as he bumped against it*
Dem: *soft, baby ooff!* Hey, what gives? *A tingle went through Killer*
Craig: Guys....a little help?
*The 2 looked up*
*Xigbar "jumped" out of sight and landed near upside down outside near Killer's large head*
K: Wah!
*Then he poofed out of sight and back to the floor*
Xig: hmmmm.... had a look before King Kong dude could take a swipe
K: *from outside* GRRRRRRRRRR
Craig: Easy dude...easy...
Me: Yeah, he'll try and stomp you from below
*Killer clenching his fists*
*I then could hear a splashing of water?*
Craig: *looking around* is that....?
L: Demyx..... -.-
Dem: Nah ah! Not me!!
Me: Huh? Why are we up in our ankles in water?
Dem: It's not me!!
Craig: *looking confused* well...what...?
Me: And now rising faster!
Craig: Ah crap... *splashing a little*
*with the front doors already closed, we found ourselves trapped as the water rose to our chest, rising along with the level*
Craig: Ah crap!!! *paddling*
*I swam for Luke's shoulder to hold my arm around*
*Demyx did the same for Xiggy*
Dem: *Sputter* Why is it doing this without me?!
Xig: *Xig paddling with Demyx* I don't know
*Another groaning sound was heard, as the doors and windows began to creak from the water pressure, leaks began to spew outside before a heavy thud and crack came, the water washing out, all of us scrambling, crying out amid underwater*
Craig: *bubbles*
*now slowly sliding onto the sidewalk*
Me: *cough cough*
*all of us soaking wet* Dem: How come this couldn't be stopped?
Craig: *splutters a little*
Me: You mean *cough* you couldn't even stop this?
*shaking his wet head* Dem: I tried and tried, but nothing
Craig: *getting up and wringing my shirt out* hmmm...something's not right
Me: *agreeing*
*Now looking up to the warehouse top*
Me: *Yelling up* Killer!!
K: yeah....? *echoing*
Dem: *Demyx twitching his head about* Where?!?
Xig: *pointing* Up there, kid...
*Dem looked up*
Me: We could use a lift and a palaver right about now
Craig: Hmm...
L: I..could....
Me: Alright hun
*Luke closed his eyes, focusing on height*
Me: *thinking I hope no one else will spot us*
*Luke grew and grew, reaching a similar height to Killer*
Dem: Hey, what about us!
Craig: Hmmm....
*Luke then scooped us up, minus Xiggy who took the jumper route. Now letting up off on the roof, where the head and shouldered giant wrestler stood stuck*
*Killer was struggling at his shoulders*
Me: ...Killer? Are you okay, besides the obvious?
K: Besides this..yeah...
Me: Luke, can you phase him out of the building for him?
*feeling a slight chill*
L: hmmm..it's worth a shot *eyeing up the warehouse*
Luke: Stand back....
Craig: *in my head I hear the end of that in terms of WWE... The Hurricane character 'Stand back...there's a Hurricane coming through...' *
*Luke takes Killer's shoulder, letting the solid "go", pulling him back*
*Killer began to pass through the roof of the warehouse, his eyes looking around the roof tarp as it goes to the roof edge and out of the grasps of the walls*
Craig: Whoa.... O.o
Me: *cocking my head* oh you should be used to this by now
Craig: I know...but still in disbelief at how cool it is...
*Luke pulled Killer free of the warehouse*
Me: There, good as new
K: True.....but....what now?
Craig: Well...the dough should wear off soon...
Me: How long do you figure?
Craig: Oh...about....an hour or so...*stroking my stubble*
K: What?
Me: That long?
Craig: Well...yeah ...*frowning*
*Demyx taps Craig on the shoulder* Dem: Um..are you sure you should be exactly saying that to someone that can outrun you let alone ant squish you?
Craig: er....er....
Me: Well, besides time, let's just go some *shiver* where excluded *cough*
L: *Luke got everyone on to his palm* Hmmmm... some place we won't get spotted...hmmm
Dem: what about where we know?
Me: The barn!! *I blurted out*
Xig: Perfect!
K: ....barn?
Me: *nodding* yeah
Dem: Where they go to store the other giants...
*Killer went wide-eyed*
Me: He meant when other people become giants, we give them a place to stay in without really being seen
K: ah...
*and so, our porthole was opened, bringing us back once again to the large house that our other comrades own, and the slightly decrepit old barn still stands; the front of the barn doors now being opened*
*Killer stepped into it, sitting cross-legged on the straw*
Me: Perhaps we should've taken a count of his outfit so it's available when he's the right size
Craig: Hmm....true...
Demyx: *sneaking a peek at the dark area where the banner should've wrapped over*
K: Hey!
Dem: EEp! *Stepping backwards, and quickly hiding behind Xiggy*
Xig: *Xig raised his eyebrow* pfft..
*Demyx looked up, hoping for a plea, Xigbar nodded to Demyx*
*nuzzling in* Dem: I'm sorry...just curious of what yours would look like that size...
Xig: That was very rude....
Dem: I'm sorry...I won't do it again...next time, it will be yours*Xigbar grinned*
Me: Um..okay..anyway
Craig: Yeah..moving swiftly on...
Me: At least...you're not totally left out on this.
Chapter 30: Book 2 Chapter 3: Regression Spiral
Summary:
Frightened by a very vivid nightmare, baby Heather is no longer a baby. And the group is no longer without enemies.
Chapter Text
*When an hour had passed, Killer returned to his normal size; we requested from Uncle Steve to magically assemble his original clothes. Despite saying he had his own apartment, it was insisted he stay the night, just in case there were any complications from the recent events, spending the night with Ginger, Steve and Jan*
Luke: Honey.....*walking into the room with a book*
*Back at our abode, I was lying down on the couch, playing around on my Nintendo DS when I heard Luke calling* Yes, hun?
Luke: Shall I take Heather to bed? I think I've found the perfect story… *showing you the book* Peter Pan...
Me: *Stretching a bit, then sitting up* Hmm, I don't know..
Luke: Hmmm?
Me: Not to put it down or anything...any other stories you thought of? From the books we got before?
Luke: To be fair, Heather actually picked this one *smiling*
Me: awww, well, alright, but just to teach her to make her own choices
*Luke nodded*
Me: heh, next thing you know, she might try to see if she can really fly *wiggling fingers*
Luke: Alright young lady....bed time for you *picking Heather up*
*Heather giggled and cooed*
Luke: *to you* I'll just be a short while
Me: *Quick kiss* alright then
Luke: *Luke smiled and headed upstairs to Heather's room* Now....we are definitely reading this one? *showing Heather the book*
Heather: Pan! Pan! *she repeated over*
Luke: *Luke giggled as he lay Heather in bed, tucking her in* Alright then....
Heather: Pan *then waving her little hands and arms around*
Luke: Hehe....don't go taking off with those 'wings' of yours *opening the book*
*she giggled again*
*Luke began to read the story....*
*by some pages through, her little eyes began to droop, snuggling in her blanket to doze away, her dreams taking her far away, to a land of pirates and witches, where she could fly like a little bird. But, she was chased after by a witch of short blonde/white hair, her eyes spray masked in black over her cold looking stare and dressed in a tight black outfit with a black feminine overcoat. She could also fly in the air too, and was ready at her heels*
Witch: Don't think the dream world will protect any less, child.... *her voice seemed absent, but Heather knew she was one to fear*
*Heather tried to get away quickly, the atmosphere changing, fleeing and zipping like a frightened baby bird, to get away and back home. But all of a sudden, with her wanting to be free, felt trapped, confined. She moaned, trying to cry out like any young child would*
Luke: *from downstairs* Luke: Hun....did you hear....?
Me: *shifting in bed, slowly hearing some muffled cries from the baby monitor* H..Heather?
Heather: *from the speakers, softly* Daddie...Mom-ie...Daddie...!
Me: Oh god... *now getting out of the sheets*
Luke: *Luke sits up and gets out of bed* Heather?
Me: *My heart started to flutter*
* Luke and I enter her room, the crib creaking loudly*
*Luke gasped*
Me: *Gasping deeply*
Me: Heather! *Now moving for the damaged crib, hoping to the Deities she was okay*
Heather: *her voice different* Owwie
Luke: Heather? Are you....?
Heather: Don't let the witch get me, Mommie *still frantic, trying to feel her legs she wasn't aware she could move freely on her own*
Me: Heather?? *frantic myself over what I saw*
Luke: *Luke looked confused* Heather....you're....older?
Heather: Daddy!! *still helping her out, but in a daze over how this happened, hopefully, she didn't hurt herself much*
*What ended up as a small toddler asleep in her crib was now a full-fledged, tall teenage girl, her hair was longer and glowed like honey, fully endowed as well for even such a quick jump in puberty*
*Luke helped Heather up*
H: daddy! *trying to be in his arms* It was a witch! There weren't any witches in the story!
Me: A witch?... I don't.. I don't understand what just happened...
Luke: *cuddling her* It's alright.... *mouthing to you "A witch?"* *Using telepathy - "Maybe we should tell the others..."*
Me: *In thought -You sure you read her the same story, right?" *In thought - do whatever; I think my mind isn't in the right place*
*Luke nodded, comforting Heather*
*We dressed her in the only available clothes, ourselves not dressed, but had to hurry over*
*Almost everyone present and available was already up and dressed; me sitting on a chair, holding a cup in my hands*
Craig: So...she just....got older? In her sleep? *confused*
Luke: Yes....and there doesn't seem to be anything that can explain it...
*Uncle Steve looked over our older daughter*
Steve: Hmmm.... what was the story?
Luke: Peter Pan.....
Steve: And she mentioned a witch?
Me: *us nodding*
*Steve stroked his chin*
Ginger: Oh dear...I hope she didn't mean me
Heather: *shaking her head* Uh-uh. It was one who had short hair and black on her eyes *shifting her fingers over her own*
Craig: *I raise an eyebrow*
Heather: And she was in black
Craig: Steve...does that sound familiar to you?
Steve: *Steve nodded* A popular one, that one....
Me: *Breathing out again, trying to get calmed* What do you mean? Was she...
Ginger: Sounds like someone who couldn't even go through a barrier we made, is now going through those dreaming portal things
*Steve nodding, opening his book*
H: She..she..she said...that.. *jumping off the couch* I don't wanna go back to sleep! *her announcing fear stated surely*
*Luke placed his arm around her, shushing her*
Craig: Hmmm....
*Steve flicked through his book, pointing at a roughly sketched image of the witch*
Steve: Interesting...
Me: What is it?
Steve: This one's famous it seems....
Me: *Looking over at the pages* "Snowflake"...
*Steve nodded*
Me: *Skimming through* She's considered a witch/hit woman?
Steve: Yeah......a spiteful one too....
Heather: *Heather whimpered again* That's her!
Luke: *Luke hugged her* Don't worry, Heather...we'll do something...
Craig: Any suggestions Steve?
G: She must sound like a real low life to be targeting poor defenseless children at night...who the Hell she think she is, Frida Krueger?
Steve: Most definitely
Me: But... *looking again* it doesn't say anything about children here
Steve: She likes to make it a much mature fight it seems....
Me: But...why... *almost afraid to say those words in the same sentence*
H: Cwaigy?
Craig: Yeah?
*smiling at Heather*
H: How come you're not scared of her?
Craig: Well...I've had many dreams of someone like this...plus I watch a lot of horror films....this stuff makes me curious
H: I'm afraid...she might mean you
Craig: Hmm?
H: She said she's finding him..trying to find him...
Craig: Me? *looking to the others* Why me?
G: Nothing would make sense of that to me. Probably not Jan, seeing that he couldn't get his lazy ass out of bed for duty. Speaking of which, Killer isn't down here either
Craig: Yeah...where is that guy anyways?
Me: *sighing* he did spend the night right?
*Heather let go from Luke's arms and came to kneel by me* H: Mommie...I don't want to make you sad...
Me: No, you're not...I'm just..confused. That happens to people too, sweetie
*upstairs, the only article of clothing Killer took off was his trademark black/grey trench coat; occasionally turning and rustling in his sleep, inside his dreams, the voices waving* "...ultimate...a power beyond...he can become anything..." more visions, not so much dreams, but memories. Before it delved deeper, he was awoken by subtle sounds from downstairs*
Me: I guess, all of this is so sudden...did she do this *holding Heather's hands* to you?
*She only shook her head*
H: I did it, Mommy
Craig: Wait whoa whoa whoa...you did it?
H: I wanted to be big... so she wouldn't chase me...like a grown up... I only did it once before.. after I came out of mommy..
Me: *my mind wandered over to the thought of how that explained everything*
Craig: *I sat back* That explains it..but ....this Snowflake chick...
G: I wish I knew myself *just as Killer, now with his trench on, stepped aside behind the wall of the staircase, hearing our conversations*
Craig: Hmmm... *stroking my own chin*
*Still hazy after waking up from a shortened sleep, Killer was able to make his way closer down the stairs, mind fresh with past memories of where he was and who the voice belonged too*
Me: *now trying to smile, but for the other's sake* Heathie, is this something.. you know how to use well?
*Heather now nodded, trying to bring in a faint smile of her own*
*By then, Killer managed to appear out into the living room space*
Me: Killer? *looking up from my hug around Heather*
K: *walking in, focused on something else*
G: There you are, lazy bones *trying not to be cynical* Looks like you woke up a little too early for dinner
Craig: Is he day dreaming or something? *raising an eyebrow*
G: Least he can get up early
*Killer still stared somewhat distantly, to Luke*
*Heather look over with the rest of us* H: Who's that mommy?
Me: *Softly* He's another...friend, dear
*Killer blinked*
H: he looks really tired...
Craig: *I nodded, as Luke stared back at Killer*
L: Hmmm...
G: Um...Mr. Killer...are you..alright?
*Something seemed off about him, not saying one word...and looking at my husband*
*His mind tried to bring out what it was like, experimented, what this "ultimate power" was. Approaching Luke closer, it appeared he was about to say something*
Luke: Killer?
Me: Uh, honey...
G: How worried should we be about this now?
Craig: Very? *looking concerned*
Me: Is he even okay? He looks awake, but...
Craig: Sleepwalking?
Me: Possibly... Can you sense anything, Luke? *Hugging Heather, slowly standing up*
*Luke shook his head, confused*
Me: Killer? Are you awake? *trying to call out to him*
*Then, Killer made actual movement, lifting his long arm up, palm out, reaching out for Luke's face and cheek*
Killer: There's...something...
Craig: Hmmm?
K: ...I want to feel it..again... *his hand now on Luke's cheek*
Craig: What the....
*Luke began to sense it...a glow spreading from his cheek to Killer's hand. A bit of energy was now making its way from Luke through Killer's arm, draining, absorbing away into himself. Luke tried to struggle out, but Killer began to prove stronger, some skills learned from wrestling to resist from having to drain the power away*
*his voice mentioned of something, of an "ultimate power"*
*Out of the stair hallway, Jan, in his boxers, sleepily stumbled down, rubbing along his eyes and over his beanie cap-less head*
Jan: *grunting* Ugh, babe, I didn't even know you were into bondage...
G: Jan! Wake up!
J: *Snapping up* Dah! God damn it
*Jan now noticed the presence of Killer with the rest of us, but it looked like he was doing something to his older brother* J: Hey man...
*Killer's hand now moved away from Luke's face*
*His long fingers clenched into a few flexing fists, feeling the sensation spreading in his hands; at first, the eight rings around the fore fingers tightened against the band, but loosened up as they elongated*
J: What were you doin' to bro?
Craig: Jan....err..... stand back a little, yeah?
J: Nah ah, Whitehouse! *Approaching*
*Almost with a mental flick, Killer looked to Jan, a force pushing the younger Valentine back*
Craig: ....told you to stand back dude..... *standing up*
*Jan clumsily climbed himself up*
*Killer easily loosened and flexed his shoulders in and out; long rickety arms extended like a spider's leg slowly climbing along a web*
Craig: Killer....dude...wake up man...
G: Is he even awake??
*Killer stared at Jan*...
K: *somewhat feebly to start, growing loudly, almost mad...*
Not a speck of light is showing
So the danger must be growing
Are the fires of hell a glowing?
Is the grisly reaper mowing?
Yes! The danger must be growing
For the rowers keep on rowing
And they're certainly not showing
Any signs that they are slowing!
*With each line being said from Willy Wonka, the change was slowly taking over him as he moved closer to Jan*
*He bent his knees into a semi-crouch position, but his growing legs appeared too crooked and awkward, before he let them lax and fully stood up. The sinewy man's back arched into a longer groove to match his rising shoulders; his black-grey coat tails moving from the ground in inches. The dark boots with over flapped leafs stretched across the ground, groaning with both feet and material emerging from the constraints. Hot lava red pupils continued to glow under his shadowy raccoon eyes, surveying all under its gaze looking as if ready to shoot down a fiery fury; they contrasted a wicked forming grin, a deep hollow chuckle still continuing*
J: Dammit, are you fuckin' mad?!
Craig: Ok....second 'WTF' moment right now....
G: What's going on??
*Without an answer yet, knowing soon the room will be less spacious, Killer "kindly" stepped back, in a fashion that made it look like a stride. All the while, Luke fell to the ground*
*Killer's growth continued as he broke through the large window*
*Heather yelped and stood closer to me*
Craig: Duck and cover! *ducking as the window shatters*
*He made a half tumble/half slide out into the late dark sky, landing on his feet with a loud thud. His laughter still heaving as he was free to enlarge*
Craig: Holy crap....do something...Steve?
G: He just went bonkers!
*By then, something felt closer to me, seeping into my arms; watching little girl become little again, surrounded by large clothes she was in earlier and cradling her tighter*
*everyone was keeping an eye on Killer as he had his rampage*
Me: Luke? *Now hopefully free to see if he was alright, Heather being held onto by Steve and Ginger*
*Killer made his full height stop at over 80 feet high*
Me: Killer! *Now louder* Speak to us! Speak to me!
Craig: *We all turned around...* Allie??
Me: Killer?
*He heard a voice from below, small from where he stood*
Killer: Hmmm?
*I was slightly nervous but also going through alot of excitement*
Me: What? *Still at Luke's side* What happened to you?
Craig: More to the point, Allie..what happened to you?
Me: Huh?
*With an ever present feeling now growing inside him, Killer slowly walked off into the forest, further from the house. He passed and walked through trees like snapping twigs*
Craig: Well...I would say "go after him"....but....
G: He's now further out
J: Damn, would someone tell me what the fuck happened?
*While in shock over what happened and trying to figure out Killer's location, it seemed he was having the time of his life*
K: *To himself in a large voice, almost whimsically* Man oh man... *strolling along the dwarfish forest*
*He approached a lone train track, a few weeds along the rails; and on one side, was an old yet useable water tank with a long spout to drop water from, probably for an old train style. His large left hand slowly grasped down and ripped the tower out of the ground, with a few creaks and groans, small splashes of water made. He brought the barrel to his lips as if taking a drink from an ordinary glass; finding it only to be half full to his size, taking a sip from the water barrel and setting in down, groaning as if he lacked some energy but the water satisfied him for a while*
*The carnival was alive on it's second night; the stands were busy with various noises of games and music; a spot for showcasing the best crops from local farmers, a ferris wheel twirled around*
*Standing from one of the display stalls, Xigbar was overlooking a small band, carefully wrapped in tissues*
Xig: Hmmm....where the hell is Demyx? *looking around*
Dem: Hi Xiggy! *Calling out gleefully, as we walked along*
Xig: Ah, there you are, kid....excited?
Dem: *He nodded* Yeah! I don't think I've ever been to one of these... or maybe I have... *pondering over the idea of his past life, slightly clearer than usual*
Xig: *chuckling* hmm...well either way, we'll have a good time *indicating all the events happening*
*Nodding in agreement*
*They walked along the open sites of the carnival; as a few people in a crowd were talking about something familiar*
Xig: Hmm? *over hearing*
Dem: Did they mention "wrestling"? Are they gonna have that here?
Xig: I think they mentioned more than that, kid....Follow me.... *intrigued, he heads through the crowd*
Dem: What do you mean? *holding his hand, and adjusting the scarf on his neck, an added addition to his usual attire*
*Xig didn't answer, making his way through the crowd until he was greeted by a very large wrestler-looking buddy of his*
*Demyx looked up a very long way in an exaggerated wide stare*
Xig: What the.....? Killer? *looking up*
*Killer looked down to find Xigbar and Demyx in the crowd of people*
*Demyx whined* Dem: *whisper* Does this mean our covers blown?
*By Xiggy's account, Killer was probably between 30-40 feet high, twice as small from previous*
Xig: I think so, Demmy....*still looking up at Killer.....'we need to get him out of here...'*
Dem: *Calling upward* Hey! Mr. Killer! *waving* Here! Here!
Xig: -.-'
*Xiggy then proceed to cover his love's mouth, muffling his voice*
Xig: hehe...he's just a little excited....Lemme go...er...calm him down *dragging him back, looking at Killer to get him to go somewhere private*
*Xiggy nodding his head for that direction*
*Xigbar dragged Demyx to the clearing where he told Killer to head to*
*Eventually, Demyx wiggled and slid out of Xiggy's arms*
D: Xiggy! He needed to see us and get out of there
Xig: but you also got the attention of everyone else...
*As they spoke, Killer's rumbling steps came closer until it completely stopped, now under his outstretched shadow. They looked up at Killer, who quickly took a seat*
Dem: Eep! *Feeling the slight tremble*
Xig: What happened to you....?
Dem: Yeah. Y-you're putting yourself at risk like this... *trying to scold the red giant*
*Killer just gave him a look; Demyx pulled back a little*
Dem: Well... you are... *then Xiggy raised his hand gently*
Xig: What the little dude is saying does make sense. Now I'm not exactly sure what people in this world think, but by a good guess from the other crew *thumbing over as if we were there*, it ain't a good thing to see some 40 foot red-haired wrestler on some self public display
Killer: Yeah...so? It's not like I'm doing any harm in this....
Dem: He does have a point. I mean, there wasn't a moment of crowds running panic just as Godzilla stomps into town *imitating a stomp motion outstretching and crawling his arms out*
Xig: *sigh* ugh...
Dem: I mean, it's like people thought it was just some really cool special effect; probably a promotional sort of thing
*Killer's eyes seemed to lighten up at the thought; then, he now just as slowly got up from the ground*
*Demyx whooped again from the shaking ground, thinking this was what it felt like from the smaller perspective*
K: I'm going to head back there....*looking to the carnival*
Xig: What??! You outta your mind, Grape Ape??
K: *Killer stopped* My mind's as clear as ever.....
Dem: What do you mean? *Standing fully back up* Are you heading back to the carnival?
K: Yes....
Dem: Could you do me a favor? Think you could hit all the milk bottles at the stand they have the seahorse doll in?
K: Sure....hehe
*Upon their return, despite Xigbar groaning over Demyx's oblivious moment, it was like a casual walk along the fair with Killer between the two smaller men*
Xig: *sighing* I don't like this at all. People can't be that stupid not to notice this
Dem: *Demyx hung closer to Xiggy* Maybe if we just play along, they won't think differently...
*Xiggy felt a little uncomfortable with it but....maybe it was the best option?*
Dem: And besides, I'm starving to even be nervous... I heard they have all these giant foods on display
K: Hmmm...food? I am kinda hungry *his hand on his stomach*
*Demyx giggled*
*A banner read: "World's Largest Hero....Sandwich $2 a bite"*
*Instead of coughing up the immense amount of money for who knows how much a bite, Xiggy tried to persuade the stall staff to use this for a "promotional piece"*
Xig: All yours, Grape Ape
K: Grape Ape...I'll show you a Grape Ape... *taking the food and taking bites*
Dem: Whoa... *pointing up* half's gone already
*Now completely wolfed down*
*Demyx slumped his shoulders* Dem: and I didn't even get one...
*Through the astonished crowds and passerbys, they continued along the carnival*
K: Where to now? I could do with a drink and something sweet, guys...
*Demyx then pointed ahead*
Dem: Cotton candy booth! Cotton candy booth!
Xig: ...well that's one stall gone
*unbeknownst in their carnival travel, someone was sneaking alongside the crowd, with a long overcoat and wearing a fedora with blonde white pixie cut hair springing out and a gleam of black along the eyes*
*Once again, Xigbar used the 1-2 punch of haggling for free food*
Dem: Maybe you can get a job as a Carny, Xiggy... *leaning up for a kiss* or his manager :P
*after a bit man handled, or giant handled, of the cotton candy maker, and some yards of fluffy candy*
Snowflake: *the tall dark woman peered through the crowds via a wand with magnifying glasses along the edge held like theater glasses, a very eerie chuckle escaping* Und that won't be the only thing gone...
Xig: Huh? *turning quickly to see the woman*
*But before any reaction could turn up, she flicked her wand and the glasses disappeared. Then, sparks began to flicker, waved along in a circle in the air, spreading from it a halo of light that darted along the area, lightly covering everyone in the vicinity. A slow, sort of reaction came about, as if everyone was slowly waking up and seeing things clearly again. It wouldn't be long when the crowd realized what they were really noticing, just as Killer was about to take a bite out of a four foot long and wide grown blueberry picked from a prize winning stall*
X: What are you doing, you...? What are you? *aggressive and confused*
*Except, the woman disappeared out of sight*
*Xigbar screwed his face up in confusion*
Dem: *Demyx lunged in closer to Xigbar* Something weird's going on here, Xiggy *still holding tighter when his hands felt something small inside Xiggy's pants pocket*
*The crowd's reaction began as a slow realization, one of developing looks of horror, awe and astonishment. Eventually, leaving people to cower away further from the giant, only a few then sparking outbursts and the less brave fleeing quickly*
*Before then, more people began to run away, some picking up their small children fleeing off*
X: Ah crap...
*Killer then cursed as he dropped the giant blueberry, feeling very annoyed by this; the berry smacked the ground with a messy splat, spraying the stalls*
Dem: is this where you come in and say "I told you so," Xiggy? *almost ready to carry himself on Xigbar's back*
Xig: *looking up to Killer* That's your cue
*Killer began to growl, slowly but surely growing angry by the second*
Dem: Uh...he didn't mean that
*Killer arched a ways as his long arms were out and hands clenched, slowly inching up again. He growled loudly, growing taller and taller*
Dem: eh..Z-Xiggy, how he is doing that??
Xig: I....I don't know....Reminds me of...
*The giant pressed upward, returning back to 80 feet, more menacing than ever*
S: *From along the shadows and hearing the cries of screams of frantic people, the woman stood behind the walls, overlooking the mess* *To herself* Zo...he vas a part of his experiments... *Disappearing again, but her voice echoing* He vould know vhere he is...
Xig: grrnn....what the....
*By now, Killer destroyed the stand he was at, wood and some metals crunching under his boot, all the smile a bit of a lightened look on his face*
*enjoying it further, as another stand and crushed*
Dem: What are we going to do, Xiggy?
X:.......get help.....
S: I could be ouf assistance...
*The woman, spying on the scenes and without the hat, now revealed herself*
Xig: Hmmm?
S: Halo there, boys. Liked how I lifted the spell? It vas getting zo boring seeing him admired like some attraction...
Xig: You stopped them from panicking.....spell? Hmmm..
S: *not amused* Uh...no. Actually, I first "made" sure they veren't panicking, and then released the spell...
S: Just zomthing about him seemed too...docile. I suppose that's what he had in mind, vhatever he did
Xig: Hmph....so what now? You've had your fun....
S: You're right..I did. Now it's time for an "interrogation" *her voice as cool as ever as she held her wand ready. She incanted a binding spell, with ropes jumping out to grab hold of Demyx and Xiggy, and the ropes climbing and tying along Killer's legs*
*He grunted and tried to pull free, with only her laughter to show off the uselessness of breaking free, as they all disappeared in the same manner*
*Some time has passed, Demyx and Xigbar were held up in a cell, lying on the ground, with a birdcage hung above*
S: Alright, dumkoff's, nap timez over! *A long clang*
Xig: uughhghhh.....*waking slowly*
Dem: Mmm *slowly nodding* ...Xiggy? *groggy* Did they call in the army?
Xig: ugh...I don't think so...
S: I bid you *pointing her long arm out* velcome...to my chamber...I hope your sleep vas pleasant. Und the same should be said for your friend *indicating the yellow bird cage, as she strode pass the couple and for the cage*
*Xig looked over, seeing Killer unconscious*
S: Vakey-vakey, little robin *tapping the bars with her fingernail*
K: Ughhh....
S: There we go
*Killer tried to move...cramped, large shackles to restrain him like King Kong*
S: Zorry...but it was for the best, just in case you decided to break free und roam *looking over him, her smile sinister*
K:.....bitch......
S: I'm zorry *now tapping the cage harder*, vhat was that?
K: I said.... *looking up slowly, rage still noticeable* bitch...got a problem with that? *his head tilting to one side*
*Instead of an outburst, she opened the cage door; the shackle magically removed and quickly grabbing him in her hand*
S: you're fery brave for being awfully small...
*Killer's eyes shot wide as he realized his height, gasping gruffly*
S: But that's as far as you'll grow. As you should see, I did fully remove the shackles; the one attached to your ankle is keeping your little powers in check
*Killer growled, trying to remove it*
S: Don't struggle zoh much. I have plans for you *then giving him a slight poke on his nose with her pale elegant red nailed finger*
K: Oooof....
S: Now *turning her attention to the 2 lovers* You two must've noticed by now you're not chained up
Dem: Wait? You mean you're not trapping us here?
*The witch quickly sneered before giving a hearty, manic laugh*
*Zig raised an eyebrow*
S: Do not be so zilly! Taking you into my clutches and lair only to just vhimsically run off is ridiculous! That ist vhy I have a barrier set up, zo that not even the best of apparaters can escape *exclusively eying Xigbar*
S: Unless *now moving about slowly* being tied up ist your thing *slight sarcasm* But besides you two being here for my own amusement... I cannot let you go, knowing what you've seen here *presenting Killer in a show off manner* AND about zee "Doc". Unfortunately, I vill not be doing the interrogation
*with a finger snap, whatever barrier there was lifted away, the metal and wooden door opening with a rusty swing*
S: I leave these 2 in your hands... *now walking out of the dungeon room* Vexen...
Vexen: *Vexen's steps echoed throughout the room as he walked in, his piercing green eyes staring down the 2 captives* Hmmm...It's been a while...
Dem: Huh? *looking up*
V: *Vexen walked forward* Demyx, long time no see....It seems the Organization has come home...
Xig: *almost droning out of shock and disbelief* Ho-ly crap! *Slowly getting up* If it isn't the Iceman Cometh
V: Hmph...*with a sly smile* 'Freeshooter'...
Xig: *sneering grin* last I heard, your cold, calculated butt has handed down to you...
V: *folding his arms, the grin disappearing*
Dem: How did you....
*Vexen as well as no longer wearing the black cloak*
V: Insults I will not tolerate *looking up at Xigbar* You may be higher, but no-one talks down to ME!
Xig: As if...You did also leave your brain behind? *tapping his temple* The Org is no more, assuming no one else is gonna pop up
V: *growling at the temple-tapping* no more, it may be...but perhaps a revival is in order *squinting angrily*
Xig: Look *pointing in the air as a gesture of a quick stop*, play the roles all you want, the kid and I are through... *Demyx looking up to him* Maybe, if you would be so kind, we should go get tiny red in the usual heroic manner and just chalk this all up as a bad dream from bad carnival food
V: Whoever said a revival with you in it?
Dem: Xiggy, I don't like this...even if he was a member..something's not right..maybe it never was.. *tugging his arm*
*pulling tighter, something then dropped out of Xigbar's loose pocket. A soft drop to the ground, an item wrapped in tissues*
V: hmmm? *looking as the item bounced*
Xig: What the? *quickly grabbing for it* Least it's still there *slowly unfolding it, revealing a golden band*
Dem: *Pointing down* Wait! I saw that back at the carnival...
*Vexen became confused*
Xig: Ahh, I was hoping for a better time... *scratching the back of his head* Might as well say this...'suming were gonna get our asses handed to us again...
V: *looking between both Xigbar and Demyx*
Dem: What do you mean?
*Xigbar took Demyx's hand under his fingers, then slowly slipping the shimmering gold ring onto his ring finger*
V: Oh please...*turning away*
*Demyx gasped*
Xig: What do you say, little dude?
*Xig over and whispering in his ear* Now's our chance...no barrier...no looks...just hold on tight *then, he quickly wrapped his arms around the young man, clasping and squeezing him tighter, as both disappeared out of the dungeon room*
V: What?! GRRRRR-AAAAAGHHHHHH!!! *his anger echoed*
*In another locale of Snowflake's lair, Killer was now on top of a desk, the band still around his ankle, as Snowflake paced the room back and forth slowly*
S: Young man. Do you know vhy I was looking for you? Vhy I had you look upon as a monster among a Muggle crowd?
K: Because you're some crazy chick with some voodoo? *looking up*
S: I prefer to call it witchcraft. I trust you've heard of the Doktor? Your thoughts rambling on about "power" and as a "necessity"
*Killer's eyes narrowed, knowing full well who she was talking about*
S: Aaahhhh, so I vas right? Perhaps... *now slinking closer to her red blood and mahogany desk, peering closer to the tiny Killer* if I can take a "closer" look... *her sleek hand around the frame of his sitting body* you'll be able to tell me vhere he is...
K: Look, lady....
S: Don't be afraid... *peering a bit into his mind, seeing his one last view of Doc before he was called away and leaving Killer to flee, trying to escape the imploding laboratory* Come now, he's not dead... I know he's around... I've even seen him...
*he was unsure if she was telling the truth, biding some time; he focused on the ankle bracelet as much as he could, the magical power inside the tiny shackle surged into him, leaving it to unclasp, ready to grab it. A swoosh and veer of sound surged into the room, with Xigbar still holding on to Demyx, as they appear in the desk room*
K: *Killer's focus became broken* Huh?
S: Vhat is this?? You two...hooligans... *this left Killer time to return to his normal size, overpowering the witch with his height and grasping around her wrist, the ankle bracelet now clasped on her wrist*
K: Ha.....time for a taste of your own medicine....
S: No!! *flinging her arm away, the spell of the bracelet over taking her, quickly shrinking her down to size*
*Vexen's voice then echoed closer to the room*
K: Whoa... *looking to where the voice was coming from*
giftate76: Xig: No time to stand around, Grape Ape *motioning him quickly* Hope he can't do the same thing...
*Now with the wrestler near the couple, they all disappeared out of sight*
*The frantic word of "Mistress" stressed over*
S: *Her screaming voice squeaking* VEXEEEEEEENNNNNNN!!!!
*Luke lay unconscious on the couch, water towel on his forehead. In the meantime, Craig, Ginger and Steve are out searching for Killer...*
Jan: *Jan sat down on a chair cross-legged and arms folded, near slouching as if stewing in his juices and muttering to himself* Damn Ronald McDonald! If he was here, I give what fuck for...stuck here baby-sitting... *he lifted the towel over his brother's forehead* Doesn't even have a damn fever... *squeezing the back of his neck and remembering what caused his strain*
Steve: *Steve soon arrives back* No luck for now, guys.....But I'm thinking there may be something in my library that can help...*Ginger and myself walking in behind him*
Jan: Fuck! How long has it damn been anyway? You think any retard in the street would see some fuckin' giant in broad daylight!
Craig: I agree, dude...but you know what our problems are like...even something or in this case someONE his size can go missing...
Jan: Like how, Whitehouse? You actually think aliens are involved this?
Craig: Nah....but you know how magical this sorta crap gets *taking a seat*
G: Hun, you're just upset because someone snuck up before you reacted
*Jan only grumbled and mumbled*
Steve: *Steve walked in, leafing through one of many magic books* Hmmmm
G: I don't think one of your books can act as some homing device for an 80 or so foot hunk-I mean, guy
Jan: I have one idea for it though...
Craig: You have an idea? *looking over*
Jan: Yeah. Hope it's heavy enough
Steve: Heavy? *also taking a seat*
Jan: 'sides, why would you guys go through all the trouble? I know you're not concerned after what fuckin' happened. Goin' all psycho like that
Ginger: Don't feel too bad hun. We still kept you
Craig: Well...I'm interested in this idea...he may have gone psycho, but he's one of the crew...something must have caused it
Ginger: some sort of freaky vibe that went on... *going back to the events* do you see the way he just recited something; he was like an actor...and the way he stood...
Craig: :s *nodding*
G: could this witch...also have something to do with it? or for Allie? Speaking which...did you check up on them, Janni?
Jan: Yeah, yeah I did. No peep from them thank god
Craig: Hmmmm
*a familiar sound began to form; a whoosh and having appeared a portal of darkness*
Craig: What the...? *looking in its direction and getting up*
*Xigbar, Killer and Demyx all clung together after the portal closed*
Craig: Whoa!
Xigbar: Look at the prize we won at the fair! *ready to hold up Killer by his collar, but instead Killer's arm pushed up*
G: The fair?
Xig: Big sucker, ain't he?
Craig: Where the hell you guys go?
Xig: Geez, kid. All this fuss because we didn't invite you?
Craig: No...dude....
*explanations were put in order, each side telling what went down almost 24 hours ago*
Dem: Oh no! And you guys didn't hear anything about it?
Craig: Hmmm.....that has confused me...with what went on, no media... *stroking my beard*
Jan: Once again, Whitehouse...*trying to point out*
G: Forget the alien theory, Jan. You buddy have some explaining to do *pointing right in Killer's chest*
K: Errr....*a little bewildered*
G: And don't play ignorant with me. It didn't work on my parents. You almost killed Luke, chanted some crazy lines...
*his brow knitted, thinking he knew...hazy*
G: Something about rowers kept on rowing and hells fires...
Craig: Why does that ring a bell? *still stroking my beard in thought*
*he made a wincing look, knowing what she was talking about, his face slightly blushing, but covering them up*
Craig: Where is Allie anyways? *looking around*
Xig: Wondering that myself...
G: She's with Heather in the other room, but...
Dem: I'll check up on her...I wanna tell her the news first *very flirty in his expression as he merrily moves along*
G: I was gonna say... *Dem looked inside the other bedroom, seeing two infants on the bed asleep. He looks over them, recognizes Heather, but not the one with a full head of dark hair*
Dem: *Calling out* Hey, who's the other one in here?
Craig Whitehouse: Hmmm? *getting up and walking in* wait....errr....
Craig: Steeeeve?
Steve: Ugh...up down up down....ugh, my knees are killin' me... *walking in*
Craig: Look familiar huh, Steve?
Steve: Hmmm....
Craig: Looks like I'm not getting that answer yet, guys....
*Dem picks her up, just as she starts to stir*
Dem: Were you baby-sitting?
Jan: No, Mullet head *calling in* I was!
Dem: Oh, sorry, didn't know you liked kids...
Craig: Ok, Jan...did you know who you were babysitting?
Jan: Fuck yeah I do! *then being shushed* Jan: What??
Craig: *hushed* sleeping kids, dude...come on...you don't like it when you get woken up..
Jan: Not like I'm some rugrat either. It's just her, and her kid
Dem: Her??
Craig: Well, that confirmed it dude...
*Holding her up* Dem: This...is Allie??
Craig: *Nodding*
Jan: Uh derrrr! You two gotta hang out with us more to get the know how's instead of playing butt pirates all the time...
Craig: Ouch, man....
Steve: Enough bickering....we need to figure out how to get Allie back to normal...
G: I dunno..she's kinda cute....
Craig: *I roll my eyes*
Dem: She is... *holding her* but, she really won't talk any more than she did
Craig: Yeah, but consider Heathers confusion...her mom is her age....
G: Way more creepy than being a decade apart if you think about it
Dem: Does Heather...
*By then, Luke began to stir and awake in the living room*
G: Well, if just yesterday, she was able to talk and walk on her own, and borrow one of her clothes...
Craig: hmmm
*the baby then began to makes noises*
Craig: Errrr...
Steve: Let me just go get a book on this.... *leaving the room*
*Steve passes by Luke, with his hand on his head*
S: Hey, you're up, kid....how ya feelin'?
Luke:*Luke began to sit up* Ugh, yeah...I just feel a little....lightheaded...
Craig: 'Concussion' can do that to a guy
L: *sighing* How's Allie?
Craig: Erm....I'll be right back, Luke....
*he looked at him quizzically, trying to feel his way off the couch and for the hallway*
*He felt along the corridor, nearing the room where everyone had gathered, grumbling a little*
G: Hey, Luke! You're finally up?
*Demyx tried to cover up the infant he was holding behind the group* Dem: Uh...nothing funny going on here. Nothing about another baby.
L: What? What baby? *confused and taking steps forward*
Craig: Err...Luke...something's happened to... *Luke soon caught his eyes on an infant Allie*
*looking up with small round eyes gleaming*
L: Allie? What the....er...
G: I'm so sorry Luke...
Craig: We're working on getting her back to normal....we're trying....
Craig: *Demyx passed you over to Luke carefully; Luke cradling you gently*
*muffling a cute sound, patting little hands up*
Luke: *Luke let your small hand grab a finger* Allie?
Me: *gurgling happy sound*
Dem: Aww, look. She knows her husband
Craig: *the whole group smiling* So that's one fear of age regression out the way....
Jan: *Jan gives him a gentle push.* Says you...you ain't no bloodsucker.
Chapter 31: Book 2 Chapter 4.1: Swollen Identity
Summary:
Lonely Beth decides to journey to the latest match, unaware of her own life changing as things unravel again.
Chapter Text
Killer made his entrance to the ring, opponent already there, set for an impressive match, quickly sliding in and posing for the crowd, his opponent attacked from behind - the crowd booing. A small brawl ensues at the turnbuckle as Killer attempts to fight back, selling to the crowd.
In the third row from the back, a girl with long blonde hair gasped at the sudden attack. She never went to any of these shows or watched them on TV, but seeing it happen in real life had the impact of watching an action movie.
With a hard shove, Killer pushes his opponent back, following it up with a clothesline. He leant against the ropes, looking somewhere preoccupied with previous events - scanning the crowd, extra careful.
She wasn't even sure what kind of moves they were doing pounding each other like modern day Neanderthals. She wished someone went with her to the match, esp. when someone gave away an extra ticket to her for kicks. A shame no one even invited her to sit with them. But, it was as always; she didn't have what some would call close friends; only people she talked to on occasional or greeted in the school hallways.*
Killer still felt a little odd from his mishaps previously, taking it easy in the match. He grappled his opponent, a DDT, headfirst into the mat, his opponent out cold as he clambered to his feet.
Then, she gasped again as the other bigger brawler was out, the crowd deafening her ears with their excitement. She could even hear the other kids cheering and hooting, even though they were in two sections away from her. This made her feel sad despite the excitement and fun going on around her.
Killer pointed to the turnbuckle, signifying he was going to go 'high risk'...looking around the crowd he spotted the blonde in awe. With a cocky smile he climbed the ropes and dived flat against his opponent. 1 - 2 - 3, the bell rang.
When she noticed the red haired wrestler looking at her, her face went a bright salmon to cherry. She sheepishly looked away.
Did he really look at me that way she cheekily thought. No one ever looked at her that way; not unless someone was ready to tease her. She really hated it when someone made fun of her, more so being open about what she likes.
Killer was declared the winner, quickly leaving the ring to be ready for the Battle Royal he had just qualified for… he turned to the crowd, scanning once more, and spotting the blonde again; he smiled as he exited.
Beth looked away again, extremely embarrassed now. She thought she felt her face flush again and her heart pounding. Was probably nothing but her own shyness coming over her. It just seemed so strange to her for anyone to take notice. She felt she wasn't that pretty, never really wore make-up like the other girls (except for one) and always wore her white sneakers. Stylish though.
It was never easy being a loner. Not since her parents were gone, when she was around 12. From what she remembered, her childhood was normal. She was exceptionally bright, very cute, adored by family. But it was also when things began to change for the worse.
She didn't remember the exact moments too well, but she remembered she was in the yard playing, there were some blue pieces offered to her, despite all the dangers of taking stuff from strangers; the stranger assured her that just one was enough, rich and sweet. They smelled really good and the lady-man was nice (that's what she though the person looked like)...and it did taste sweet, with a grin the stranger had left her to her own devices. The blue juices were sticky on her little fingers; she never saw this lady-man again...later on, she felt very funny. What she thought was extra blue stains ended up being her skin creeping into blue, terrified as the blue spread further, she shrieked and squealed as her tummy began to hurt, expanding out, then the rest of her. Imagine the shocked grave looks on her parent's faces. They took her to the hospital, had her stomach pumped and given an injection; all seemed normal again.
The blue never came back around...until she began to hit puberty. Weeks after her parents were killed in an accident. None of her relatives could be able to care for her. It wasn't until an offer from a boarding home/school came around. Beth wasn't sure what it entailed or even cared, nervous as to how she was gonna keep her blue and juicing a secret. When she enrolled, it was when the blue patches sprang up and the other students giggling at her. She wore long sleeves until she found and bought some special body powder, it was more like paint that had a nude color, just to touch herself up when more blue came into focus. *And after turning 18 and would leave the home she’d known in that time, she wondered where to go from there. If she should go back to her home town…if any family would…*
A slight burp brought her back to reality, politely excusing herself as people left their seats, being forced to move along, trying to hold in another one. This was really strange. She only had burps after another when her period was coming or already spotting, but she was a week away due.
She even began to feel tingly, her thoughts going over that "Pumpin' and Blowin'" song and trying to hold back down Willy Wonka thoughts.
Killer took a seat backstage, grabbing some water...thinking about the current events, wondering how nothing was spotted...
She kept telling herself it wasn't the time to be thinking about this. Her period couldn't be early, it ran like clockwork.
More people were back out in the lobby, hanging around or going to the concession stand. Beth leaned against a wall further away from other people; she had to calm herself down. Maybe thinking back to her rhyming scheme of nation's capitols would work; she had to practice to the test coming up.
Killer stepped out from the locker room near the entrance to the halls, pacing and sipping water.
Boy 1: Look, there's Violet! A boy cried out, pointing at Beth as she had her arms crossed, her breasts a little more tender and squishy.
Girl 1: Looks like she came after all
Killer: *Killer took notice* Hmm?
Boy 2: She's comin' alright.
Beth tried to move away, not wanting to hear them.
As the second boy made some crude gasping noises, indicating an orgasm.
Her eyes began to sparkle and she tried to move away, accidently bumping into someone.
K: Killer raised an eyebrow and began to walk over. He grabbed the boy on his shoulder. Now...that is NOT a nice way to talk to someone... His deep graveled voice striking fear in the boy.
K: All 3 turned to see him towering over them, as he lifted the guy by his shirt. Now why don't you run along and have fun elsewhere, alright? he set him down, and they scurried into the lobby; Killer turned to Beth with a grin. Sorry about that err...?
Beth: *cough* it's ok...
K: *chuckling* so...what's a girl like you doing in a place like this?
Beth: *Still "protecting" her chest, as she looked and stared.
K: Cat got your tongue huh? 😊 He took an empty seat, sipping his water.
She shook her head.
K: Killer grinned and leaned a little closer. Well, you can tell me....besides leaning back before taking a sip I've been around some weird stuff...
Her shoulders hung back, crouching backward. The wrestler was right in front of her, and she stood there like a shaking statue, arms covering herself, face both tear stricken and redder.
K: *Killer turned to her* Hey, are you okay? I know I look a bit err...threatening in there.
Pointing to the ring.
Beth: Um.....yeah....um....I....
K: Killer smiled warmly, then noted the audience members returning. Aw man...I best head back.
Just as he returns to the game, it was when Beth began to speak.
Beth: Bethany. It means "Life-Town Near Jerusalem. Hebrew origin.... But then realizes he just left.
Backstage, Killer got ready, waiting for his number to be called.
Beth: Beth moan/wept to herself while still in the lobby, feeling very much smaller and alone. Ooo, that's so stupid! Why didn't I say anything?? She wiped her eyes with her sleeves, then checked if the make-up was still intact.
Killer's number was drawn as he entered a hectic ring. Doing his job and eliminating 5 in minutes.
Beth: Beth came back into the auditorium, hearing the announcer glimpsing over 5 opponents out of the game. Huh? No way... 5 opponents? But..the match only started 3 minutes ago... hmm...3 minutes, 5 opponents... She calculated as she tried to squeeze her way through the seats, one guy muffling a "hheyyy!" through her butt cheeks outstretched.
Killer's agility and strength was put to its paces in the ring, as 3 other opponents entered.
Beth: And now three more?? *Sitting down, noticing how tight it was* Um...is this my seat? her finger to her lip in thought.
Killer bounced off the ropes, double clothesline, he noticed Beth...he was sure she was skinnier than she was now… surely.…
She now studied his moves, which turned out to be both athletic and agiler, like a dancer.
An opponent tried to take advantage of his distraction, but he quickly dodged, faster than any regular opponent.
Beth gasped again, looking on. She definitely knew he was looking at her then, just as when the guy was nearly on him... Beth: He almost seems...superhuman… Could he really be? Like the other students at her school?
Something about this gave her goosebumps....just as the paint began to peel off, the texture was thin and flaky, like peeling dead skin off. She wiped her cheek with the back of her hand, realizing it was the chipped paint, now looking on horrified. She had to get out there, now practically climbing over people to leave, hoping no one would spot her or any blue splotches.
As Killer grappled one of the few opponents remaining he noticed Beth leaving, her purse dropped on the floor near a burly man's boots; she dashed out, the swinging doors whooping open, then trying to look for a restroom.
Killer quickly finished his opponent; leaped over the top rope eliminating himself. He quickly grabbed her purse, and followed Beth.
Beth moaned like she needed to go. The bathroom door whacked open, spotting someone else in there.
She was an older woman, her hair cut in an almost sleek bob fashion and her eyes sprayed over in black. Her body seemed to mold perfectly to her black push top and pants to her high boots, as well as wearing a trench coat almost out of the Matrix movies.
K: Wait! What's wrong?! Chasing.
Snowflake: Sorry kiddo...did you need to use this? Pointing around.
K: Huh?! You!
Beth heard his call and let out an eek! Her one hand now more noticeably bluer held against the handle, as blue gunk began to curve around it. The woman only watched in awe.
Snowflake: Hey! Hold on there, fraulein!
The door he peeked through now closed, blue sealing the lining shut.
Beth began to well up inside, hiding herself inside a stall.
K: DAMNIT!!! Shoulder barging the door.
Snowflake: Damn, now he's here too? Thinking to herself "and I was just about to let my body loose" she dejectedly griped before she made herself disappear.
K: *Killer continued to ram the door* Beth! Beth!!
Beth looked up, wondering how he knew her name already? She thought he left when she did.
With her hand back on her shirt, she felt something sticky. Her eyes grew even bigger as she saw the juice in her palm, now no point in staying in the stall. Coming out of there, she was definitely stuck; she felt for her purse and found it missing and no way for her to dejuice...
K: Beth! I can't get in....you dropped your purse...
Beth: *gasp*
K: There's something blocking the door Trying to ram it again.
The blue goo shone in sparkles against the mirror lights. This was something new she did. But nothing she could do now, as her body began to groan and expand.
Killer kept ramming the door, grunting with each hit, full of effort.
Her arms began to softly fatten, her breasts filling out along with her belly, pushing under and ripping her pink top; she shrieked and cried out as her clothes were torn away; now her legs began to blossom under her skirt, the waist hem moving along with her gut.
K: Hearing her shriek, he rammed harder against the door. Gah!! GRrrr!
She quickly slipped her sneakers off before her arms sprang up; her butt becoming more protruding and wobbling.
K: GRrrah! Hitting the door as hard, the blue crystallized goo began to crack. Hold on girl GR! Hitting again.
Her body began to develop a rounding curve, feeling very nervous for both the wrestler getting in and how much she could hold now.
With a loud growl, Killer rammed the door hard, falling through as the door violently swung open, hitting the tile floor with a heavy thud.
*Her entire body became orb-like, with hands and head only visible and between round beach ball breasts covered by two single buttons; her head digging in and between her full cheeks with violet hues. It was so over; he would see her for what she hid beneath her and in all places.*
K: *Killer rolled onto his back, seeing nothing but blue* Well...it's different from this view... *he muttered, panting a little and climbing to his feet.*
*She moaned out over that.*
K: *Easing his breath he showed her the purse* You left this and… judging by the size of you...*now experiencing the other side of his predicament from a while back*
Beth: Whh...
K: We...we need to get you somewhere. *looking over her large blue body.*
Beth: *muffling* Pwease...
*His hands steadied her as he moved to the front. Her weight toppled her forward, face first to Killers lips.*
*Beth cried out as she rolled forward, closing her eyes, then reopening them as she looked right back at Killer, his face strikingly pink against his pale skin...and now meeting his thin lips.*
*The reminding of this position for a moment, Killer tasted the sweetness of berries. Killer then helped Beth roll back to her feet, somewhat sheepish but can't help to still taste the berries.*
Beth: Oh..my... *To herself* Why did you had to see me this way?
K: Hmmm?
*She groaned to herself, trying to make herself move; this had to be the biggest she's ever been.*
K: Errm...if it makes you feel any better...this...has..happened to me...
Beth: *Incredulous* What?? *Out of nowhere, Beth heard a pop and fizz, like someone opened up a large bottle of soda, it was then she looked over herself, and found that she was shrinking.*
K: Hmmm?
*Her belly body began to dwindle, sloshing inward as her chest shrank.*
Beth: Uh...what's going on!
K: You're...shrinking...
Beth: This..never happened before!...
*It was then by his observation that a feeling began to overtake him*
K: Wait... now I...feel funny...
*Her body ridiculously wobbled as it shrank, up and down, until she was back to her normal shape.*
K: *Killer's hand went to his stomach* Oh...not again...
Beth: Wwhat?
*He too started to expand, growing more quickly. Killer's skin soon flushed a deep blue.*
Beth: Oh my... *Her hand to her mouth in a dainty fashion.*
*Killer's middle quickly swelled, testing his ring attire, his limbs puffing full, he remembers back to the advice he was given, letting the rest of him "swell" along.*
Beth: Oh! Wait... *Grabs hold of her purse and fishes through.*
K: Hmmm?
Beth: I..I..should...here! *Taking out between her thumb and index finger a little grey pill.*
*Killer raised an eyebrow*
Beth: I-I had no idea you had this too... *Pinching the pill, she tried to bring it to his lips.*
K: *Through full lips and cheeks* what's dat do?
Beth: iI's what helped me...how I "dejuice" I guess.
*Killer struggled to nod, just as it reached his mouth, a pounding knock came in. Killer flustered a "shit" through puffed lips.*
Jack: Excuse me, sir, but...they're calling for a rematch...a-at least one of them is...
K: Err....errm...
*Beth looking flustered pops and shoves the pill inside his mouth.*
K: *gasp* erm...just had a reaction to something...I'll be right out...gimme 5 minutes, k, Jack?
Jack: Uhh okay...I should also warn you...j-just hope there aren't any ladies in there...they have the camera's installed here too.
K: *His expression would be considered priceless if it wasn't for how swollen it was.*
Jack: Don't worry though; I won't let anyone know of this mishap. Um...good luck!
*And that was the last he said*
*Killer breathed a sigh of relief as the pill kicked in.*
*Behind the outside door, "Jack" was actually Snowflake, disguising her voice with the tip of her wand at her neck.*
Beth: S-see? It-it's suppose to evaporate the-the juice inside the blood, and bringing in an enzyme to remove the lack of hemoglobin, though it doesn't seem to work for me. *Noting that now she is entirely encased in her real color.*
Beth: But what did he mean by cameras? Are they for security measures?
K: I never even knew *looking just simply chunky*.
Beth: Umm...but wouldn't somebody "see" what was going on and come by here?
K: I hope not *waddling and shifting a little, her arms now helping him*.
Beth: I thought I was the only one with this condition...
K: Well....*smiling a little*.
Beth: I knew there was something different about you...Was this also how you took out all those guys? Do you have a favorite book? Or maybe a magazine? A favorite food? Movie? Music? What are the other wrestler's really like?
*Killer was bombarded with questions as he deflated. Every second he still had a warm smile...perhaps one never done before. There was something rare and unique when he smiled at her; almost like it was amazing to see but not something he did a lot of.*
Beth: Oh, I'm sorry. I'm sure wrestlers aren't some big hulky he-men that just use violence. They could just be like everyone else.
*Once organized, Killer slowly opened the door, looking around to make sure that witch wasn't around. The coast was clear, he turned to Beth and nodded with a grin.*
Beth: Um *grinning back* how come you were looking around just now?
K: Looking around? Err...well...I'll tell you later.
Beth: *being led out by his long hand* Wait! My skirt! *Looking down to find it torn at the waist far enough it was slipping and some lines were ripped.*
K: Ah err... *He noticed his coat, and quickly removed it, wrapping her up in it.*
Beth: Ohh! Th-thank you... a bit big, but can't complain *not noticing his wincing over the line "big"* Hmm? *She hummed over what her mind showed her; occasional moments of him as a teen, at various places, in a bar behind the counter, and a slight view of him blindfolded, standing, and his hand/wrists cuffed close to himself...before the memories left, and was just looking at him again.*
K: *Killer sighed and looked to Beth* We better go...I've got that "re-match" it seems...
Beth:...I guess you were right before... *Then, she heard some snickers* I'm sorry if I sounded like an idiot before...I just...
K: No...it's okay...
Beth: Umm...we are the same you know...and you said I could tell you anything...
*Slowly interrupted by louder snickers again. Hearing the bully group back in action again.*
K: *An aggravated sigh and looking to the bully group*
Girl 1: Geez, Bathlow! Never thought a spazz like you would hook up with a celebrity!
Beth: Sh...sh... *She tried to call back, but began to lose her words.*
Boy 2: Better watch her, Mister Killer!
Boy 1: She's a definite nut job. Careful her Violet doesn't rub on you...
K: *Growling a little* WOULD YOU FUCK OFF?! *The growling quickly cut him off.*
*Killer's breathing grew heavy, temper rising as his fists shook.*
*Beth gasped as his hand felt tighter.*
Beth: Oww.
Girl 1: Don't be so mean! You like a wife beater?
*Hs vision glared, growing angrier, as if staring straight through the bullies, eyes gleaming with red.*
Boy 2: Oh shit, dude!
*He began to shake all over and soon seemed 'taller' to the group.*
Beth: K-killer...
Boy 1: Shit, just go! *Pushing the other 2 away from here, all faltering as they ran. With the kids gone, Killer began to relax, Beth looked in blushed awe.*
*Killer seemed to have a slight sweat, catching his breath.*
Beth: Are you alright? Do they have a doctor here?
K: I'm ok...I'm... *He tried to hide his lightheadedness, trying to steady himself.*
Beth: You look like you'll pass out...maybe you should just rest and forget the rematch...
*Her hand slowly left his, and she couldn't help but wonder if something bad was going on, now following him, wanting him to at least rest for a few minutes.*
*No doubt, onlookers near the aisle found him without his trademark coat, staggering into the ring like he took a beating before the show. He slid through the wrestling ropes, Beth right on his tail just as a guard tried to block her.*
K: No..leave her..leave her *telling the security*.
*The bell rang as he was grappled and quickly pummeled in the ring.*
Beth: Please, he's not well... *She cried out, along with the shocked breaths.*
*Beth tried to progress further, but a large arm folded down like a railroad blocker.*
Guard: Sorry kid, just stay right here.
Beth: No... *sShe tried to muscle forward.*
*Killer collapsed in the corner as his opponent grappled him tightly. He soon started to focus, his opponent losing grip, getting weaker.*
Beth: Wait! No! *Grunting, trying to get through.*
*Killer then pressured against the guy, who collapsed after being thrown on the other side of the ring.*
*Her tiny hands dug into the fairly large forearms; then, as easily as any of the pro wrestlers could, shoved the arm out of the way, sending him fumbling with a large force, the noises of the crowd and the emcee drone on. Beth clung and stood as high as she could on her toes.*
*Killer soon felt that odd surge again, his strength returning.*
*Another security guard tried to muscle in, grappling her wrist but only fell victim to being flipped away.*
*The audience now paying attention to what was happening at ringside. Meanwhile Killer grew angry again, but didn't just let it loose...it felt “controlled”.*
Beth: Please! Help him! Something isn't right!
*The little clique of the other students from her school then followed the other crowd's gazes, recognizing Beth in the ringside, appearing to toss aside security. Shocked by what she was doing; very different from the meek weird girl they knew.*
*Killer felt the anger grow within, and soon his own body started to tower higher.*
*The lower seats were the first to stare at the odd change going on, each moving in waves as they too watched. The situation slowly formed into shock, terror and bewilderment; it certainly wasn't part of the show.*
*Killer soon reached the rafters of the hall, his growth soon stunted by the ceiling; the ring collapsed under his size, the widths of his growing shoes sank into the ring, cracking the poles, twanging the ropes into limp piles. The crowd turned the cheers into shrieks and cries, the screams deafening.*
*Beth looked up, feeling restless and tired out trying to keep the guards away, some now pushing along the ringside floors.*
*She spotted one girl, Sarah, wearing a red hair clip, running along with the others.*
Beth: Sarah! Wait!
*Killer's head bumped the ceiling, crumbling it a little.*
*She tried grabbing her hand.*
Beth: What's going on?! *Sarah flung her grip back in disgust before leaving.”
*The loud creaking brought her attention up, gasping out as she did.*
Beth: Oh my goodness! *Gathering herself up and steeping backwards to get a better view. To her, his posture gave him a crooked glance, looking up to him that seemed for miles. The ring finally collapsed in a clutter of rips and cracks.*
Snowflake: *her voice present* ...Vhat do you think now, dearie?
*Beth looked over to her side, the same woman from the bathroom stood within reach, looking very nonchalant over the screaming riot.*
Beth: Did-did you do this??
Snowflake: Nice if I did, but nein.
*Killer groaned a little as the ceiling crumbled more, hunching awkwardly.*
Snowflake: Guess he still had some 'eftovers from that Falentine boy.
Beth: Who?
Snowflake: Vhat an influence you've had on him. Maybe this vas your doing?
*Beth stared at her confusingly, but tried to approach the disheveled ring. Snowflake broke out a binding lock on the girl, just has her hand tried to grab for her arm.*
Snowflake: Your fighting ist done here! Be a good girl... *Beth yelped to be let go.*
K: *Killer snapped out of it as the ceiling finally broke, looking down at Beth and Snowflake - his voice boomed* LET HER GO!!
*The tiny pair quickly looked up.*
*Killer's eyes had a slight red glow to them, his size shielding them slightly from the rubble, debris began to fall, bouncing and sliding off the "shield" provided, a long arm reached down.*
*Snowflake whipped her wand out, commanding a spell that blasted out a long string of white and yellow shots; they felt more like static pricks, as they reached further down, grabbing for the girl.*
*Killer then scooped up Beth and headed to climb outside. With a free arm pulling himself up, his legs tried to cling for balance, pushing him up. One leg felt a sharp brush of something cold scrape his pants. More of the same icy stalactites came.*
*Down below, Vexen joined with the witch, brandishing his blue shield.*
Vexen: *Grunting* Everything I've got. Hard to believe he's too big to be taken down by that!
Snowflake: Don't blame the leech for it, Fexen. He's still using a large amount of that Falentine's elements. It won't be long now before the rest of the vorld hears the shots... better start making my move...
*Killer quickly climbed out the halls and ran, attempting to get clear of the anarchy beneath his feet. Beth looked out over the streets, people like moving figurines, screaming and running around. Various people inside stores and restaurants went about their activities until glasses and items began to shake and the growing of loud voices from outside. Now witnessing the panic and large feet tramping down the streets.*
*Killer tried to get out of the town as fast as possible, carrying Beth with him, trying to locate the nearest forest clearing, beach, anything away from the public.*
Beth: *Calling up* Killer! Killer!
*A few huddled groups heard the calls, assuming Killer performed some monstrous act somewhere.*
*Still looking perplexed of his surroundings while moving very quickly with his eyes, a bakery's door clashed opened, rattling the windows; a large waft of baked goods airing out, some with a hint of cinnamon. He smelt the cinnamon, slightly distracting him whilst still heading out as far away as possible. He noted of Beth's yelling but didn't respond, too busy looking for a hiding place.*
Beth: *Screaming* Killer, please!
*She kept screaming, feeling her throat scratch, as she brought her hands over a ring the size of a barrel strap, rubbing it back and forth.*
K: *Once out of town, he slowed down and looked at Beth* I'm...I'm sorry... *His large grip began to slip; Beth squeaked a scream as she slipped out of his palm.*
K: Agh! *Quickly grabbing her, kneeling and setting her down safely.*
*Beth gasped and panted, reaching for her breath* Beth: That...was a narrow one.
K: Yeah....*Thinking of where to go, trying to calm down and think things through*
Beth: What was happening before? *Looking up*
K: This? *Gesturing his size* Well err...I kinda have this....skill...
Beth: You mean? You can make yourself bigger?
K: Sort of...
Beth: Was it what she was saying before?
K: What? That witch...? Maybe I should fill you in...or better yet...I know some people can fill you in better than myself...
Beth: Who? Where are we going now?
*It didn't seem to bother Beth at all over the heightened vibrations in his deep voice.*
Beth: Oh! *She then noticed the large red cut along his left pant leg.*
K: What? This? *Then noticing the cut* I'll be fine.
Beth: Judging by the size of you...*repeating back to what he said* I wish I could help it... *sniffed* Hmm? What's this smell?
K: *sniffing*....Is that...?
Beth: Wow...it smells like someone was puffing out cinnamon rolls!
*Killer coughed, a slight tremble along the ground; with Killer scratching along his hand, as dwindled down. Killer began to shrink smaller and smaller, losing feet and inches in moments.*
*It seemed to go in a quicker pace, until he was normal to stand above Beth's head as before.*
Beth: Oh my... *open mouth* And I thought you were so tall before...
*Killer shrugged his shoulders.*
Beth: Here *unwrapping the oversized coat from her waist and handing it back to him*
I don't know what did this again...but I don't want you feeling sick... I'm just glad my clothes stayed on me too...wished I could've had this outfit treated too so I could keep some modesty.
Killer: *Putting his coat back on* Well, like I said...I know people who can explain things a bit better than me... *He held her hand, with a smile, and headed towards the direction of the group's location.*
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Meanwhile, back inside our humble loft, with the sounds of girls cooing among some blocks, Luke sat in his chair, a large book in his lap with the TV on for Demyx.
*Flipping through* Demyx: Do you have the other MTV channel on here, Luke?
Luke: Hmm?
Demyx: MTV. You know, MTV2 or something?
Luke: Err....Yes er...*setting me down to play with Heather*
Ginger flicked through the spell book, trying to find answers and methods, with myself and Steve.
Baby Me: *Cooing in a soft way, wanting Luke back.*
Luke: I'll be right back... *to me warmly*
Gin: Geez...with thousands of spells and items and recipes that could even cure cancer, there isn't anything of how to change her back. Not the best age revert spells have done anything!
Craig: *Closing my book* Well...maybe it's not magical, but biological?
Gin: If that is, what is it that’s biological to do that and set up like some barrier?
Craig: I dunno..a virus? *shrugging* But I do know one person who may know...hold up a sec. *Picking up the phone to make a phone call.*
*Me still mewing*
Gin: *groaning* Why I wasn't sent to the same school as you did Uncle Steve I'll never figures.
*I then crawled over to Heather, curious, pawing at the blocks; tumbling down.*
*Heather, slightly taller than me but with the same infant mentality, crawled her way over. She patted my arm, then forwarded to my little teeny palms, giggling; she too wanting me back.*
Everyone was doing their own thing as Heather continued to want - this want created a barrier around your infant self, quickly growing brighter, my little eyes looked around the light, cooing. My mind began to form another "want", one deeply rooted in childhood, forming into Luke; my arms trying to reach for him.
Luke: *Luke turned around to see you glowing and reaching* What...Allie?
Craig: *I walked in* I just got off the phone to-heloy crap what's going on?
Demyx: *noticing the light* I thought you taught her not to play with..um..lights?
The light then grew too bright all of us to look at - a flash as you returned to as you were, seated with Heather, who giggled and smiled, reaching for you.
Me: eh heh...
Craig: Ok....serious Disney shit there...
*my own hands now clasping around her waist*
Luke: Allie! *Kneeling down and holding me tightly.*
Demyx: Hey man, gotta know better than to use potty mouth around a kid.
Me: Whoa!!
*Craig ran into the next room informing Steve and Ginger who then ran into the living room.*
Craig: Steve... seen anything like this happen this fast?
*Ginger squealed.*
Me: h-wait a minute. Where did you...Luke? You're awake?
Luke: Yes...wait, you don't remember what...?
Me: *shaking my head* All I remember was...being at...your house... *Pointing to Ginger.*
Some faint sounds like shrieking were heard; Demyx jumped since he was the closest, then realized it was just the TV.
Me: I mean...she's alright *noting Heather* I didn't dream up her older did I?
Luke: The opposite, honey...*He then helped me to my feet, bringing ,e to another room to explain it all.*
Demyx: Hey cool *noting the TV again* Realistic special effects in this movie. Craig, come on, you're an expert on this...
Jan: That's CNN you dumb ass.
Demyx: They why do they have a monster movie on?
Xig: That ain't no monster movie, kid.
Craig: Wait..monster movie? *watching the TV* Wait....don't that red hair look familiar?
Dem:...and those clothes...
Steve: Oh no....
Dem: Wow, that *is* him! I mean...what's he doing there?
Craig: This is not good, guys.. not good...
Xig: Looks like he's going King Kong with that girl in his hand.
Jan: Hellova way to pick up girls.
*Sudden banging erupted on the door.*
Craig: And I think I know who that is...*getting up and hurrying to the door; heard from the doorway "Craig, something big just happened..."
Jan: *Cupping one hand over to the side of his mouth in a drone way* No kidding....
*Craig shrugged it out and opened the front door.*
Jan: Well, if it isn't fuckin' Grape Ape himself. *With Killer presenting himself disheveled and with a short blonde girl behind him.*
Xig: *Flipping his hair back* Guess ya found a better line of profession.
Gin: Oh for Christ sakes, didn't you just see the TV?! Just hope to God no one's followed you here.
K: The TV? Oh crap *noting the images on CNN*.
Jan: Yep. Can't mistake that ketchup head.
Craig: What are we gonna do guys? It's too public now.…
Beth: *Beth stood among the new faces, whispering to Killer* So...who is everyone?
*He quickly looked to her.*
K: ERrmm...Everyone this is Beth...
Beth: Could they still help? I would think it isn't as easy if Killer never showed up in society again...
Craig: Yeah...hmm..best lay low dude *Patting Killer's shoulder as he watched the news.*
Jan: Besides, think of it as stepping up from rumble houses to the big league...
K: *Waving his hand* Busy, Jan...
Dem: Well..aren't gonna tell us what happened?
Jan: Yep, and your ego just fuckin' kicked in.
Xig: Yeah the kid's right...something or maybe someone was there.
Craig: Jan..dude...leave it a sec..more important shit, yeah?
Jan: ...yeah.
Craig: And I'm agreeing with Xigmeister here on that. I'm really tuned in on that 'someone' remark, Xig...
Beth: Ken mentioned about a witch there. And from what I remember, someone else.
Craig: Ken? *then looking at Killer* Hmph...wouldn't have coined you as a Ken, man...
Beth: Oh! *Realizing she mentioned something that was out of range* But...isn't that your real name? Ken Fuller? Oh!! It trailed off agai!n *Her fingers to her temples.*
Demyx: Hmm...am I the only one that smells something like cinnamon and blueberries mixed together?
*Beth flushed a brilliant rose.*
Craig: *I raised an eyebrow, sniffed, and then shook my head dismissing it.*
Beth: Um...so, was she really a witch? She had a wand...and she tried to grab me...
*She then remembered Killer's wound, pouncing over to the cut.*
Craig: A witch? *Sighing* She's getting to be a pest and a slight pattern lately *turning to Steve.
Dem: Hey....Killer-er-Ken-er...he's cut!
Beth: I'm surprised you were able to run the way you did! It looked soo deep! *She put her bare hands along the long red strip, an aura glow quickened and shrank away the line into a clear strip of chalk flesh.*
Beth: There we are... *Then quickly spotted over her hands.* Excuse me...where is your bathroom?
Xig: Up their stairs, first door on left *smiling*.
Beth: Thank you very much. *Bowing her head and left for it with her purse clutched. From where she proceeded to take the make up out of her purse, unscrewing the black cap of what looked like glowing paint, powdering and doting the blue circles that were forming, indicating to her the pill's act coming to an end.*
*Meanwhile downstairs, Killer explained everything he could about what happened.*
Steve: And through every precaution we've given you, you've still had this happen?
K: *Killer nodded* I couldn't help the situation, Steve.
Ginger: Well, who did you absorb this from? That one Indian guy? You should know Craig, the really, really big one?
Craig: Khali? Nah...too human to do that.
Gin: But who then? No one who has powers just appears out of thin air.
*Beth then rejoined the group after spending roughly 12 minutes in the bathroom.*
Steve: Oh young lady... er, Beth I believe. You're not out of this one either. Now, you're not in trouble or anything, but there are some riddles I'm going through about you.
Beth: I wish I could explain myself, but there's alot stuff I don't know either. I didn't realize he could do what he did. I figured then that he was "special" too.
Craig: Special?
*She nodded.*
Steve: Well, either way, we should call your folks and tell them where you are.
Beth: *Head down* I don't have any...
Craig: *I frowned.*
Beth: I just live at a school, but...I don't think they would want me back there. The other kids anyway. But I rather help Killer. And he said you guys were the only one that could help.
Craig: Hmmmm....
Beth: I don't want to be too much trouble. I'll help anyway I can.
Jan: *still slouching on the couch* Boy, you really know how to pick 'em, do you? Never thought I would know another pedo besides Patchy.
Craig: Oh for gods sake *rolling eyes*.
Beth: E-excuse me? *More polite than anything.*
Craig: You'll get used to Jan, Beth...
Beth: I'm sure...but what about what's going on?
Dem: All this talk is starting to make me hungry...
Jan: *Not surprised* I bet.
Dem: *Using two thumbs over his shoulders* I'm gonna take a look.
Craig: Cool....if there's any pepperoni bites, pass me some?
*Opening the door.*
Gin: How could he think of food when our whole lives might be at stake?
*Beth shyly walked to our kitchen, almost like she wasn't sure of excusing herself, she then proceeded to take a few paper towels when she noticed something strange inside the fridge.*
Dem: Gee, their fridge is deeper than I thought.
Beth: Um...Demyx...um...I don't think *walking around, staring with large eyes over the bright encircling vortex.*
Craig: *I walk in* Where's those pepperam-motherfucker? O.o Steve....we've got ourselves something swirly-wirley here.
Dem: When did they have this??
*The others began to pile in to investigate further; a reactive push bumped again Beth as she tripped and fell into the vortex.*
K: Beth! *Killer dove in after her.*
Dem: Hey wait!!
Xig: Geez, knew her for one day and he's extremely devoted.
*Her screams echoed through the swirling portal; falling down, or up, along the surrounding energy cracks. Further and further down the journey, Killer "swam" as he could to reach her. Solid ground was within reach, as she landed straight down, rubbing her sore butt when hitting rock bottom.*
*Killer, on the other hand, landed on another piece of ground. This one had pink and black design tiles. The "sky" seemed to be dark with a few areas of blue sky. Everything looked topsy-turvy; there were rocks and crags of various sizes in the distance.*
*Beth ended up in a place that looked like a reading room, books and books were shelved along every piece of the wall, with some tables that seemed to resemble the yellow wood inside a school library, and chairs with red cushions.*
Beth: Where am I? This doesn't look like my school...
K: Hmmm....weird place here... BETH?
*She gasped and smiled when she heard that familiar voice. She tried to look around, but could not see him anywhere.*
Beth: Ken-Killer....Where are you? I can't see you!
*Unaware to both that where they are has a distance between them and they could not see where the other person was.*
K: I can't see you either...
Beth: I don't even know where I am...but... for some reason, it feels familiar...
*For a few second intervals, her mind was racked with sudden images and thoughts. There was one of a lady...dressed in an odd outfit...a little man who almost looked like the Penguin from Batman Returns...and there was...Killer...following the woman...*
K: Familiar? *his voice a little echo-y* Where I am it just looks plain weird.
Beth: ...is...is there someone else with you? *To herself: Who were they? And why was Killer there?*
*It was a rare moment for her to wish that she wanted to go home so badly, but she was not sure where that was now. And with no point in standing around pondering, she walked around this study.*
*Killer took his steps in his area, not sure where to look first.*
*Over at the corner was an entryway, when she walked over to it, it led down some rocky and crooked steps, on top of a cavernous abyss below.*
Voice: Looks like you're loss too.
*From among the placements of pink wallpaper and brown frames along in rows, that voice was nowhere to belong to.*
*Killer didn't think it belonged to Beth.*
K: Who's there?
*Somehow, it amazed him he even knew She had a voice...she seemed so emotionless no matter what you said to her...and with those gold earrings caps on her head, dressed in blue cloths that didn't show her as quite revealing... who was he even thinking of now?*
Voice: Step forward to find the one who's lost.
*Killer walked forward, staring into the distance. He passed what looked like an open door with a room inside.*
*An eerie presence beckoned him inside. She was nude herself, but with blue clothes framing her arms like long sleeves with the rest of her somehow covered yet not fully clothed. "Her" hair was long and waving in invisible air as well as tall along her bare hovering feet.*
*With only her thin luscious lips, she slowly spoke, with a forced utterance of trying to say something.*
Voice: Kill..er... *And never said anymore. A voice replied back in his mind... "Lady?"*
*He turned around, only to face the ghostly woman.*
Voice: I see it's been a long time... *The voice echoed along, possibly coming from the speechless woman...this Lady.*
K: It has been...but...why here? *Killer, confused about the location.*
V: It seems you do remember...or do you? Human time limits have only indicated as decades, right up into another century...I seem to only remember our travels....come
*trying to bring him forward*.
*Killer walked toward, following 'her'.*
*She floated a few inches away, her arms wrapping and waving.*
*Inside the room shone in a powder blue and white chrome, with a large bottom domed chair with braces unshackled.*
V: Do you really remember me...
K: What is all this? *Killer looked around the room* Why have you brought me here? I remember you but...
V: Then why are you trying to look for her? How come you don't remember me when you're "out there"? *Pointing to anywhere indicating somewhere else.*
K: I...I do but...
V: She helped you remember...she was me...and I was her...but now...I am no longer who I was...no longer tainted, but having Will to taint me... You don't really remember me...you only remember her... *her voice began to change in a strange airy tone* I have been here ever since...while she became a little longer... And you...are you...I thought we were going to be together forever...why do you seek her only? Who is it you will protect?
*He wasn't sure how to answer...he didn't even know what she was truly saying. He stepped around her, now closer to the dome-seated chair.*
V: What's this now? Has she really affected you that much? She certainly became a strange little thing. Peculiar of what she desires of, despite that it shuns her away from everything.
*Killer's brow knitted in confusion, completely unsure of what 'she' was saying.*
V: What of you Killer? You were by my side the most. You wanted to help me and my wish. For whatever I wanted. Malice...to be with it...
K: Yes, Lady...but...
V: ... It was I who appeared before you...brought you back...gave you some of this power that I was granted...to help you live...power inside that body of yours. I fought for you in the end...but had to be with you one more time...but it seems the Lady you knew is now for her...but she isn't me...and I am not her...who is it then?
K: Who are you then?
V: ...
K: Are you Lady? Or is...Beth? You would've said so by now... or at least tried to...
*The eerie woman apparition became "unfrozen" somehow in her posture.*
*Killer began to take steps back. He soon slipped, landing in the seat.
*Her arm raised out, letting the braces clasp around his wrists hanging along the rims, his legs now shackled down.*
V: I can see there is no use with you... I thought you cared about me...maybe you cared more about the real Lady...
K: HUH?! *struggling against the clasps.*
*A mixture of soft reds and blues now covered her ghostly frame, a vision that he would've remembered way back when, but now her face smug with bitterness.*
V: You care more about that living girl...
*He continued to struggle against the braces, thrashing.*
K: Grrr...BETH?!
V: And it was true? You DO! Your real Lady *her tone slicking with pure venom* you would even love her? Despite her emotions? Hurting, pitiful, saddened emotions? Even for what she is?
K: I don't have to tell you anything...you're just an apparition! *Struggling more.*
V: Then maybe... You are just a meat thing after all... *And with that, an arm both shiny metal and wavy like a reflection appeared, grasping in the white hand a large utensil.*
K: GRr..nngh... what's this! *Trying to keep his head away from it.*
*The metallic arm shoved the utensil into his mouth; he tasted something soft and creamy, like egg salad with extra mayonnaise. He swallowed it down with a hard, noticeable gulp.*
K: Gnppph gulp!
V: Tastes good, doesn't it?
*Killer hated to admit it, but it did. But it definitely wasn't the time for it.*
V: If this "Beth" does get here, I'm sure it would be a big surprise...
*The hand continued to feed. Killer seemed pretty helpless as the creamy food-stuffs had its effect on him.*
*Her form began to fade away, leaving her voice with an evil humor.*
V: ...Assuming you don't explode first...
*On the word 'explode', Killer's eyes shot wide.*
*The hand now switched to a hose, working in clock style, stuffing him away with unlimited amounts of egg cream, soon his belly began to bloat, his cheeks full from the egg cream. No choice but to swallow if he wanted to breathe and keep from gagging; the force feeding as well affected his mind; accepting his stuffing and fattening like a turkey, becoming more uncertain if Beth would really accept him. The weight started to pile on, his clothing grew tighter, as did the braces on his ankles and wrists, to which the chains kept on stretching.*
*From where Beth was standing, there wasn't a railing to hold onto. She hadn't heard Killer for some time, so something must be going on.*
*Killer grew fatter by the second, bloomping bigger and bigger, with an occasional muffled cry.*
*With only the stony wall to grasp along, she slowly walked along by the sides of her feet down the wooden misaligned steps. She wasn't even sure of where to go from here. Somehow, she heard his voice but now nothing; only muffling sounds and unable to let go somewhere.*
* Killer wriggled in his seat, his body jiggled, soon reaching that of 1000lbs.*
*Crick...crick*
*Some of the steps she was on began to softly crinkle.*
*A long groan droned on, now frantically looking/grabbing a piece of stone wall. The steps behind her cracked and splintered down the rows, falling into the dark chasm; her hand wasn't sturdy enough, slipping from her grasp as she fell with a shriek.*
*Falling, falling, wound herself up tight as she fell, her eyes closed from viewing the impact. The darkness continued enveloping, but only brightened when passing by lava flowing like a river.*
*All Killer could think of was trying not to think of the inevitable, as he grew and sloshed...then hacking with his mouth full as something dropped on his large belly like a fleshy rock.*
K: *gulp gulp* Hukkk!
*Boing!*
*Beth landed hard on something extremely soft, bouncing a bit before she slid down.
Killer flapped his hands as he fattened up more and more, his vision going blurry from his plump cheeks.*
Beth: Huh? *She shook her head for focus, slowly getting off the ground as her back bumped intosomething wiggly and with a...belt buckle?*
K: Mphhhmmmpphhh!
*The hose began to loosen further when Beth landed on him and hands flapped about, popping out with a slick sound as Beth turned around. Blinking slowly as to what she saw, then gaped into a shocked jaw drop as her eyes grew as well.*
*Killer burped loudly and mumbled a little, fingers twitching.*
*Beth gasped. It sounded to her like his mouth was trapped shut and humming out his words.*
*Killer still sat in the chair, bloated and helpless.*
B: K-K... *She softly moaned as she began to approach him, her wide eyes not looking away but wanting to believe it wasn't real; for a human being to grow to this size.*
*She was even more surprised over this chair that seemed to be custom made for him.*
Beth: ... So humongous *She babbled out loud.*
*Her hand reached over, hovering above the wide expanse of his vest and pants stretched to an impossible length.*
K: *giving a heavy sounding sigh, his belly rumbling and gurgling a little.*
*She waved it up and down, remembering subconsciously of how doing this helped him before...but she knew they only just met this night...*
*Even then, it did nothing*.
*Her palm pressed down above the buckle, then with the swiftness of her right hand, it dug behind his rounded shoulders and pushing further down. Killer hiccupped loudly, jiggling all over.*
B: *Jumped* Oh dear... *She continued, reaching her arm, and began to force the strength through his rounded back, trying to heave him out.*
K: Gnnnnnnnn *Huffing.*
*Her strength well known to her for some time, beyond trying to fight her away against the security guards back at the arena, pushed him forward with ease, trying to get him up. Luckily she ended up here before it got worse. His feet now planted down, but with Beth's help to adjust to the weight.*
B: *Coaching* Ok...ok...there...ok... *grunting* How...in the..world...did this...happen to you?
*Killer seemed unable to speak, he was so stuffed*...he managed to somehow blurt 'Lady' however.*
B: Hmm? What lady?
*Killer puffed a little, waddling and hobbling along, his weight shifting.*
B: Wish there was some way...to get you down to size so I know what you're saying.
*Just then, a glass table appeared with a blink, carrying with it a clear vial filled with a wine colored liquid.*
K: Hmmph?
B: Wha... oh?
*Beth approached the table, picked up the bottle written in cursive "Drink Me".*
*Killer waddled behind.*
*Boomp!*
*Feeling a bump against her back, jolting her in an almost playful manner compared to the situation.*
*She turned and realized what it was, then back at the bottle*
B: For something like this to appear all of a sudden, with a clear direction right on the bottle... it wouldn't be poisonous if it didn't say so, but then just seeing a bottle of beer laid out, I would know I wouldn't drink it because of what it can do to...
*Killer waved his hands, indicating something suspicious to him.*
B: Hmm? Are you okay... Can't just trust whatever's lying around, but I get the feeling this place isn't what anyone would think. It's almost like this place is somehow irrational...
K: Hmmmm... *Waddling to look around.*
B: I wonder if this could help you.
*Killer shrugs his fattened shoulders, causing a boinging ripple.*
*She hid a slight giggle*.
B: Even when you're near half a ton, you still keep that sort of cocky attitude.
K: *Chuckling, his voice sounded heavy and full.*
*She gave a slight surprised gasped, like she never heard a sound like that.*
B: Well...it's better than nothing... *Holding the bottle, as she held her hand over him as before, supported him still, ready to help him.* I really do hope it's for the best... I hope it won't make you...um..
*Killer took a sip from the bottle, then realized what she said.*
B: Just bottoms up I guess...*Making a bad attempt at a joke.* There..just a little. Do you feel anything?
*Killer shook his head...then let a large burp go.*
B: OHH!
*His face, then, seemed a little slimmer.*
B: Aah. I can see those cheekbones of yours...
*Killer voice seemed less 'fat' sounding as he giggled then burped again, his cheeks flushing red*.
*Beth chuckled again.*
*The gargantuan belly below her hand began to shrink inward.*
*She eyed it further, noticing that was the only color showing on his face. Who knew he ever felt embarrassment?*
K: Burrrrp! *Bloomp!* Buuurrrrp! *Bloomp!*
*Beth breathed and gasped, trying to contain herself as Killer shed the pounds, legs fattened to the size of small chairs returned to the long, lanky lengths.*
K: *BURRRP!* Ugh...whoa....
*His last one sent her over the top, releasing her laughter, lighter and harder at the same time, giggling uncontrollably.*
*The bottle dropped to the floor, bouncing and plinking on the floor with a roll.*
K: Well..that was...odd urp heh.
*Beth continued to giggled; a slight squealing quality to her voice as Killer rubbed and patted his hands over himself.*
K: Right..that's me down..now I can explain to you what happened...
*Even hearing him again, she tried to stop her giggles.*
B: *Breathing in and out.* Hoo..hoo..I'm-sorry...hoo I-don't know what came..over me…
*Killer smiled.*
B: Okay...whew...so...you said something about a..lady?
K: Yeah...well...I thought it was her...something didn't seem right... *Almost daydreaming.*
B: What do you mean? *Her own thoughts going back; the "memories" that seemed to be hers but weren't*.
*When Killer looked back at the tiny girl in front of her, the shoulder blonde hair and blue eyes were overlapped with the image of a woman with short grey white hair, red eyes that wore the unusual blue, red and slightly gold outfit, but seemed to be "without it".*
B: Killer? Killer? *Trying to draw his attention out again.*
K: What? Sorry *Shaking his head a little.*
B: Hmm, were you thinking..about the same thing I was? Cause...ever since we got here...I've been getting these images in my head. Everything I was seeing from my eyes, and you..were there. Were they really memories? I mean...I don't remember any of it. I never remembered them. And now they seem so clear.
K: Hmmm...well...yeah I would think so..
B: How do you know? Why remember now when we're here?
K: It must be something...some sort of connection.
B: *Sigh* There has to be a way out of here...What about this lady? What did she look like? Was it...me?
*Killer eyebrows knitted again.*
K: What the...?
B: What's wrong?
K: Something doesn't feel right...
B: I know...but we just can't stay here... *She grabs his hand, tugging him forward.* We may have to look around this place...whatever it is…
K: Er.. *Dragged forward.*
B: It’s okay... *Noticing his concern* I don't mean to sound bossy, but I'm not sure of staying here.
*The two have now left the room, traveling a ways down another path.*
*Beth was tempted to hold his hand a little longer while traveling further, but his expression earlier made her feel embarrassed and too forward, reprieving back to her old shy self.*
*Killer followed, looking around nervously.*
*For what seemed like endless hours, they now found themselves among a brighter area. The ground has a lush green grass hushed without the wind, with a few daisies along the path. There was a large hill on their left, the sky above was beautiful with fluffy clouds.*
B: Wow, this is the only friendly looking place we've seen so far out of this world.
K: Yeah... *Starting to relax a bit more*...hmmm....
*Feeling a bit too relaxed, with his energy feeling lower than usual, trying to steady himself up.*
*Killer took a few steps through the setting, stumbling a little.*
B: Hm? *Beth turned behind her.*
*She thought the sun and air would help.*
B: Killer? You don't look good.
K: I don't...feel too good... *dropping to his knee* ugh.
B: Killer! *Going down on her knees as well* What is it? Was it from what happened before?
K: *Panting a little and shaking his head.*
Female Voice: Are you giving up already? Strange...I remember you could walk for a few more miles even after suffering from fatal wounds...
*The voice brought both their heads up.*
K: Huh? *Swiftly looking up, a swooshing sound from his movement.*
*Appearing before them was the shadowy woman Killer saw.*
K: *A gruff intake of air.*
*Beth slowly got up, trying to be as close to Killer as possible.*
B: Lady?
*The ghost laughed, a sinister laugh now filled the beautiful surroundings.*
V: Oh ho! I am not "Lady". I'm amazed you even speak of the name like that...
*Beth could only look on, confused.*
Snowflake: Oh vell... *the ghostly form now reappeared as Snowflake once again.* It seems I can't fool you two this charade. How did you like my Vonderland?
K: It was cruddy. *Still catching his breath.*
Snowflake: Vonderbar. I knew you'd say that. Not everyone can understand a vorld like this if ist not your own.
B: What do you mean? This is your world?
Snowflake: Correction. My created vorld. Fused with magic and now been vithout use for a few decades. Who vould've thought the path here came from zee two enemies of my Vater?
B: Va-ter? Father...
K: *Grunting and getting to his feet.*
Snowflake: Again, congratz to you both for making it this far. But it von't be so easy to make it past zee exit .*Thumbing behind her shoulders*.
B: Please, just let us go. We haven't done anything to you.
Snowflake: *Pointing from behind Beth* I'VE been looking for him! YOU just got in the vay.
*Killer's feeble attempt to get back up only doubled him bending at the waist.*
K: *Stumbling forward with a few grunts* Then if it's me you want... then come get me... *panting.*
B: No wait! *Stepping behind him.*
Snowflake: Aah, fery well. Nice to see you still have the drive in your measly skinny body.
*Now brandishing her wand, pointing forward* Expelliarmus! *A jolt of light sprang from the tip and zoomed straight for him...except Beth was still in the way. The light blasted forward and erupted a few inches from where Beth stood, surrounding the front of her with a sheet of a clear blue shield, cracking like glass after the danger passed.*
Snowflake: Vhat?!
*Beth looked over the broken blue shield, amazed and scared as to where it came from.*
Snowflake: Vell, The Lady of Malice has now come back...as a little girl.
B: Why do you keep saying I'm Lady!!
K: *Killer stood up, behind Beth, now slowly realizing the connection.*
Snowflake: Because...you-are-Lady!
*Eyes now sprung open further: the memories and how they were "truly" hers.*
B: But...
*Killers hand softly rested on Beth's shoulder.*
B: Huh? *turning her head slightly*
Snow: Vaith seemed to have you two star crossers together again, right into the new century. Before, it was meant to destroy the world with Malice, but too much Will seemed to have weakened Malice. I do vonder what your souls have been doing this whole time and for this. *Showing her hand off*.
B: Malice? Will? Destroy the world?
Snow: A shame the desire is no longer inside you, but luckily I did my best to represent what Lady would've been now with both Will and Malice battling it out. You may have been Lady years und years ago...but this ist just you... *Shaking her head.* Magic can't always do everything it zeems...
B: Then why keep us here?
Snow: You might as vell stay here. If you leave, there vill be only pain and ridicule, something you're very familiar vith. But just hunted like an animal, a threat to normal Muggle society. Believe me, fraulien, it's better for you two to be here, how you always wanted it...
B: No!
K: *Quietly* Don't listen to her....I think I see what she has planned....
B: No!! Just let us go, please!
Snowflake: Ugh, a broken vrecord...
*Beth's eyes began to soften as she felt something come over her.*
*The drive now coming forward, like a dusty old book blown away, the pages now turning, flapping quickly. Her presence something Killer couldn't point his finger on before, how when he looked at her that she seemed different from before; smaller than him, but then not quite so.*
K: Beth...?
*Beth cooed.*
K: What's the matter, Beth?
B:*Huffing* I don't know... I don't know...oooo. *Her growth came out quiet, suddenly, quickly that her rising head bumped his chin.*
K: Whoa..Beth?
*She stood taller than the perplexed wrestler, rising a few more feet.*
*Killer watched as Beth grew taller and taller. Her tiny body now magnified with her shoulders spreading out, continuing past 15 feet, up to 20 feet high.*
*Killer took a few steps back in awe.*
*The mini-giantess stood where she was, looking down and over herself, her arms across her.*
Snowflake: You're...growing??!
K: She is..wait *At Snowflake* “You” didn’t do this?
*The witch only looked on, extremely baffled.*
Snow: This means this vas not you either.
*Beth's growth came to a stop at 50 feet exact, towering over two people who would normally tower over her.*
K: Beth...Beth?
*She looked over her surroundings, confused and scared.*
K: Beth! Can you hear me??
B: Huh?? Um..I think so..where are you?
K: Down here! *Waving his hands.*
*Beth stepped forward and turned around, looking down; her sneaker nearly missing him.*
K: Easy...easy...
B: EEEK! I'm so sorry!
Snow: *Demanding while in nervousness* Vhat matter...is all this...??
*Beth looked back to Snowflake, reaching her arm down with her large fingers over the wand, it snapped like a twig it looked from above.*
B: No use in using your wand then.
*Killer was amazed, stepping back even more.*
Snow: Mein...mein...mein vand!! D-damn that B-Bolstrox...g-gave me a c-cheap piece of v-v-ood!
*Beth knelt down, her presence like a powerful gale that made the witch step far away back.*
B: Now would you let us go, please?
*Killer looked at Snowflake, knowing she would surrender. She looked down like she was ready to crush Snowflake.*
Snow: Alright! Alright! Just save me the pathetic death another time... *The background disappeared as a frame appeared and she as well disappearing too.*
K: Well..that wasn't so hard ....
B: Now we can go home. *Scooping up Killer before she fully stood up.*
K: *Sighing with relief* I wonder where we'll end up... kind of hoping this exit doesn't lead us to the kitchen... *The light emerged over them, blinding them...returning them to familiar surroundings.*
*Except, it was a bit of a tighter squeeze than usual.*
Demyx's Voice: INCOMMIIIIIIIIIIIIINNG!!
*BEOWWWMMM*
Craig: *I step back* Stand back everyone…
*A large beam of light emitted from the fridge, nearly covering everything in blinding light, almost everyone shielding their eyes with their arms.*
*Beth tried to squeeze her way through the fridge frame; Killer lodged in tight between her chest and hugging arms. The lights also worked as a battering force, shooting them out of the light and fridge.*
*Everyone took a few steps back to make room.*
*Beth slid past the couch and dining table, hitting against the wall with a loud dull thud, which shook the room Luke and I were in.*
Luke: What the...? *Standing up and noticing Beth's head* Erm...
Me: Oh my... *Startled by the shake* Huwhoa!
Beth: Killer..look, made it.
Jan: *Muffling from outside* Hey, inside voices dammit!
Gin: Hey, don't yell at our guest!
Killer: *Killer crawled out and then realized the size problem* Hmmm...
Jan: Was this you're doing, Ronald McDonald? Damn, this thing spreads worse than dick warts.
Craig: Jan..dude....*Just looking at him.*
*Beth whined over when she had trouble moving while laying on her side.*
Beth: I'm stuck!! C-Could somebody help me??
Steve: *Skipping through the book* Hmmm.
*Luke held me tight as we phased through a nearby wall together out of the bedroom.*
*With Jan muttering to himself about getting a migraine.*
Steve: I think I may have found it. *Reciting the spell.*
*Assuming the spell reverts one size back, the feeling Beth felt told the opposite. Her cramped body grew again, pushing more furniture back and squeezing everyone in.*
Steve: Hmmm....not good...not good at all...
Beth: *Squish, squash!* *eep!*
Jan: *Scrunched aside, muffling* I'm not fuckin' laughing.
Dem: *Squeaking* Can't...breathe...
Craig: *Strained from the constriction* Everybody out...
Jan: *Sarcastic* Brilliant, Whitehouse! Where to?
Craig: *Even more strained* Outside, moron.
Steve: Alright, alright, I'll fix it.
*Steve incanted a reversal spell, giving Beth more leeway to shrink back down to where she started from.*
*Beth tried to think how this happened. If she came out of that weird wonderland like this, when it wasn't the world's spell on her, perhaps this was something else she could do? She gave it a shot, trying to think herself smaller. Her body took up lesser and lesser space, but with her concentration broken by Jan's ranting over at Craig.*
*Leaving her at ten feet tall lying up.*
Beth: *Hand up to her mouth* I guess this is better for now.
*Jan stretched and popped some bones.*
Jan: Rrk, last thing I need to have is a kid up against me.
Craig: Oh shut the fuck up, Jan! *walking off*
Me: Oh dear...
Jan: Whoa, hey that... *Ginger zipped his lips for him.*
Beth: Ooh! This is my fault. Why did I have to grow like that?
K: *Killer knelt down to her* It wasn't your fault.... just something you can learn to control.
Beth: But it made the man with dark skin mad.
K: Just ignore Jan..he's always in a bad mood.
Beth: I'm still very sorry, everyone. *Feeling her face become warmer.*
Steve: Don't be...I think you'll find things are just like this every so often...welcome to the "family" I s'pose.
Beth: Family? *The word reverted to memories of her childhood she remembered, then to the accident...just enough for her to begin to cry.*
K: Beth? *cuddling her, everyone seeing this softer side of Killer they hadn't seen.*
*Jan was about to say something, but was shut trapped before he could breathe.*
B: *whimpering* mom(hic)mie, dad(hic)dy…
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Jan: *Reading* “For one who stood up against a seasoned witch and helped lift an immobile wrestler, the girl ended up breaking down when faced with the past” ...or as Al says it.
Me: At least it's suppose to make up for your usual crassness. I will admit, you know how to speak the words you're given eloquently, shame you don't use it often.
Jan: *tiffs* This your idea of letting me be in the “story”?
Me: Just continue reading!
Jan: Alright, alright, but don't give me too many of those smiley lips, White... *Sees me glaring.* Aw, fuck it! A'right where were we?....
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*Killer continued to comfort her as much as he could, given the size difference.*
Chapter 32: Book 2 Chapter 5: Rupture Point
Summary:
After some amusement with Killer's allergies, things suddenly tense up when Snowflake plays around with emotions. Allie and Jan most affected.
Chapter Text
Jan: *Movin' on then?*
Me: *Couldn't hurt*
Jan: *Great…anything else you want out of me?*
Me: *Just pick it up a little later, when things have settled somewhat*
Jan: *Yea, I like to know how we're gonna pull out of this shit*
Me: *You're in the story too. Wouldn't you know?
Jan: *Hell I'd know…*
Craig: *Just go along with it, dude.* *cheeky* *Help your memory, ya?*
*Jan grumbled before continuing*
Jan: *Alright, let's see…*
*For now, it was agreed to let Beth spend the night, and once again Killer staying over at Me and Luke's now more than ever over the events immediately taking place. Steve let Beth know not to worry of where she'll stay, as he'll make some arrangements at the school she attends; assuming as Uncle Steve was familiar with the insti----
Me: *Institution*
Jan: *Yeah, knew that*
*Luke kept his eyes and ears open at work; students and faculty discussed the issue of the "giant", some even getting text messages and emails about what "they" saw to prove it. Steve and Emmit watched any news footage or articles about the discussions, whether the public should worry or is just some insane hoax (hoax my ass); either way security bumped up in the NYC area. And for once, I didn't feel so hyperventially worried, probably because I was on the other side of the issue and knew as well who the "giant" was.
*Killer really wasn't talking much ever since that night; he even kept some distance with Beth, like just being very chummy. Beth seemed okay too, glad she was getting help with her homework.*
Beth: I never thought I would get any help on World War 2 from someone who was on enemy lines *indicating her assignment Emmit helped her with*
Dem: *sitting on the floor as Beth put down her books* he was kind of-sort of our enemy too, if you get past all the identity stuff
*Beth giggled*
Xig: So no one's been giving you a hard time? I mean, you were also on TV.
Beth: *her face began to draw down again* I thought it was worse how the others ignored me, or teased me. They act like…they have no idea what to do. The other guys at the match kept spreading rumors about what I did…
Dem: You mean how you took out those guards all by yourself?
Beth: There was something wrong! *realizing now how she blurted it out* He just didn't look right…if only he stopped…
Xig: Killer's Killer; nothing you could do about that. Hell, we tried too and still it happened. Just give Red his space; he's like a wild dog that's not used to people.
Beth: *quizzically* you think he's a dog?
Xig: He's a lot of things, but can't say some of them in front of ya *chuckling, with Demyx laughing back*
Beth: but, if he is, who he is, he didn't have a problem talking to me let alone being near me
Xig: Geez girl, you make it sound like you have the plague
*Beth quizzically looked over herself and felt her forehead, leaving Xiggy to shake and smile*
Xig: An expression. Get used to that
Dem: If it makes you feel better, I never get all the stuff he says anyway
*Xigbar apparated his hand from behind Demyx to ruffle his head*
*Beth smiled a little as she spotted me coming out of the nursery* Beth: hey, Ally
Me: …hey Beth
*Trotting along to me* Beth: Um… there's something I wanted to ask you…
Me: What's that?
*In the kitchen, Beth explained some of her concerns with Killer*
Me: Well, on and off, I get these different things from him. Yes, it is true that he was held somewhere and experimented on, but he doesn't know where or isn't saying anything
Beth: Why is he not saying anything? I thought he's here because he was in need of your help.
Me: Well, that's part of it. And not to say that it hasn't been... "interesting" when he was staying here. Our place has become like a haven of sorts. Which it should..now that we could be...
*She tilted her head* Beth: Could be what?
Me: Right now, we seem to be in the clear over those reports, as long as nothing else happens. But, maybe there's a way to try to get him to open up *Now smiling myself* You know how to bake right?
*The following day, I procured ingredients for the cookie batch for Beth to make. I see her follow the recipe and prepare with intent like how she focuses on her school work, sifting, measuring. Maybe her mother was able to show her this before leaving this Earth*
*Beth was smearing a drop of dough from the spoon onto the greased sheet, as Luke and I are getting ready*
Me: Wow, it's starting to smell sweet already. *Beth quietly smiled*
Beth: Are you sure you don't want me or Killer to visit?
Me: Normally we when have new people around yes, but we haven't had this sort of time to settle and be together like we first used to. And can't always leave the wittle bebeh alone :P *nuzzling Heather*
Heather: Dada go?
*She felt a little nuzzling swift of hair tickle her face*
Heather: *Snatching* Daddy hair!
*Beth watched quietly as Heather cooed over Luke's hair, reminding herself of her cuteness back years ago*
K: *from the living room a loud sniff was heard* K: What you gals cookin'?
*Beth gave out a sort of chuckle, something similar to surprise a girl would make*
Me: Well, she's cookin' *pointing* We're just about to head out
K: Ahhh...ok if I take a peek?
Me: J Ask the cook *Luke and I set out* Bye you two
K: Hmmm...*standing up to peek around the doorway*
*Now realizing they were alone, Beth appeared to be a bit shier than usual, as the tray was filled. Getting a mitt, the oven door opened as she removed the second batch, shoveling them onto the plate*
*She gave a good sniff, hinting the aroma of the extra cinnamon she put into the mixture without my knowing, thinking how sweets taste good with cinnamon*
Beth: I...I have one plate ready, I'm just letting them-cool *now finding herself stuttering*
*Killer flashed a grin as he walked into the kitchen, eying up the cookies*
*one part of his lusty mind tempted to partake of something else "sweet" but tried hard to fight it. Beth just seemed odd all of a sudden*
K: *sniffing loudly* mmmm, may I? *not usually this polite, it was odd, but he rolled with it anyway*
*While she closed the oven door again and went back for another tray, her head snapped up, and felt something going on in her thoughts. There was a rustling of sounds, like tiny scratches close by, and came back into reality*
Beth: Where's that coming from? *She wiped her hands on a towel and left out of the kitchen, moving for the door*
*Killer hungrily munched on a few*
*Beth walked out of the apartment slowly, it was still dim down one of the hallways, and a scratch came and went. She slowly walked down; a glimpse of light shone a slight hue of what was making the noise. It was outside, scratching at a window. Upon opening it up, a tiny kitten came out. It had very small legs, big round eyes and flat ears. Feeling adored and a sad pity, she picked it up as it mewed and held it close to her chest. She now returned to the apartment*
*Now closing the door, she quietly petted it, trying to look for something then eying a plastic laundry basket still filled with old cat toys. She got a long blanket from a closet and removed the toys for the kitten, now trying to snuggle in. She needed to get some food and water or even milk if there was any left*
Beth: it's ok kitty. I'll get you food, won't be long
*She sees the tall redhead eating, he must be enjoying them if even the plate is almost barren*
Beth: Wow, he's eating the cookies *fridge door opens for some milk...or slight milk left. A bowl was set for dry food that used to be for Geanie before she was readopted and now another bowl used for filtered water*
*Killer kept tasting something particular*
K: These cookies..mmph *chomping* family recipe or...?
Beth: Nuh-ah. Alison showed it to me
*Beth put the nourishments by the couch and then carried the basket over, watching the kitten just look around*
Beth: Now I'm gonna keep an eye on you from here. As I finish up with those cookies J
Beth: *Final batch now in the oven* They're not good or something? Cause, you were eating almost that whole plate...
K: Betty....they're delicious. What did you use? *nibbling*
Beth: Betty?...
*Killer chuckled* K: I don't know...I just felt like calling you that... *another bite on a cookie*
Beth: ...No's ever called me that..not since when I was little...
*Killer smiled at that*
B: I'm glad you liked them though *fidgeting*
K: I wouldn't mind some more actually, Beth...*wiping some crumbs*
B: yeah. I'm almost done. I hope the others like them too. And that I didn't put too much in...
*the last tray now taken out, the cookie batch on a new plate to cool, as Beth works on cleaning dishes up*
K: Too much? *taking more bites* Too much of what?
B: *rinsing* of cinnamon. *clicking dishware and turning the oven dial* It wasn't in the recipe and I wanted to see if the smell was noticeable...
K: *gulp* Cinnamon? *gulping again* *quietly trying to get the taste out*
B: Yeah. I usually put cinnamon on alot of things when I can. Ice cream, cakes, all that *wiping*
K: Errm...*coughing a little* Would this be a bad time to say that I'm ...ahem..er..
B: *turning around* What? You don't like cinnamon?
K: It's not that...I have certain er...reactions to cinnamon
B: Reactions? Does it make them too dry? It can happen
K: no...just...allergies
B: O.O oh no! W-what happens? Do you get hives? Your tongue! You-can-still-speak-so-it's-not that
*He now tries to inch away*
K: No...*gulping sharply*
B: Let me get you water then *over to the sink*
*Himself trying not to convulse or get hives anyway*
*She thought she heard a mutter of 'what's happening to me'*
*Just as she turns back, glass in hand. Ready to drop it at what she saw*
*Killer stood a tad fuller than usual, eyes puffy and runny*
*she gasped as he seemed to contract, like he was literally shrinking*
*Dropping inches in seconds as his head dropped below her waist*
*he rubbed his eyes as he shrank further*
*Dwindling down and down, below her knee caps, and falling to her calves, his shrinkage stopped by her ankles, 4-6 inches standing*
B: ee, what've I done?
*Killer's voice much lighter* It's an allergic reaction. Don't panic
*She quickly set the glass down and dropped to her knees*
B: How can an allergic reaction to this??
*She reached her hands down slowly, afraid of hurting or uncertain of what she was doing, as he clumped between her open hands. Bringing him higher as she stood up, just watching him in shock*
Are you okay? Please tell me you're ok
K: I'm ok...just a little...short *eyeing his new size in comparison*
*She pinched down her lips*
Xiggy's voice: Guess that's what happens when you drink stuff that says "drink me" or somethin'
K: Don't you even start on this one! *pointing at Xig, very hard to take him seriously with his tiny minute childlike voice*
*Xigbar popped up in front of the two holding the plate*
Xig: Aww what's the matter Tom Thumb?
*His pale face near red*
*Demyx then grabbed the plate from him*
D: no need for hogging Xiggy! *about to take one*
B: No don't! *She called out and about to raise her arm when instead her other hand enclosed around Killer*
K: Gnnnnhh!! *chokingly* Beth...Beth...let go...
B: You'll shrink if you eat one!
Demyx: *open mouthed* ehh?
*Xigbar shook his head as Killer pushes his arms around the sides*
*Beth feels a shock from her hand* B: Ow! *Her hand loosens as Killer drops, his feet and legs steady as he lands*
K: Ahh..*cough cough*
*She holds her inspected hand*
D: What do you mean these will make us shrink?
K: I dunno...give it a shot *said snidely, wanting revenge from the teasing*
*Xiggy grabbed one and chomped on it*
*Beth bent down to where Killer was* B: I'm so sorry! You're not hurt are you? It felt like my hand was almost electrocuted...
K: No, it's mine. Sorry I had to suck some of your energy up. Could've choked me back there *Scooping up the tiny Killer* Very sorry about that
X: Hate to break it to you bean sprout, but no voodoo goin' on with these
*Demyx sighed a relief*
B: So it really was an allergy then? *laying him on the counter*
X: No shit? Kind of broke a cardinal rule there of heroes and villains sweetheart. Never tell your adversary what your weakness is. *Making an eerie voice* Or the consequences could be very dire
K: *out of the blue* Like how you have a weakness for kittens? *Xigbar quickly looked down, and spotted Killer leaning an arm on his open skin like leaning against a wall, a cocky smile*
X: Been a cheeky *now lifting him up by the coat* little bugger has of late, have you? *Killer now caught up to Xigbar's face, his own grin mischievous* Nobody like's a perfect show off… *Killer then disappeared similar to Xigbar and Demyx's technique; now back on the counter *
K: Don't worry. I'm not that perfect enough to keep it. And imagine the foul mouthed one knowing what you were doing with him just before *thumbing to Demyx*
D: Hey that's not fair! What we do is our business. And how he likes kittens makes him all the more sweeter *groping around the taller one's arm*
*With things settling down again, Beth offered something to drink along with the cookies, sitting around the living area. Killer with his small sized cup "borrowed" and a distance away from the cookie plate on the table*
X: So I take it that's what happened the last time? Right around when you almost drowned us?
K: Not intentionally yet…
X: Also your intention then to convince the 2 to let you stay here all alone with a minor…
B: I'll be 18 next month. And they seem to trust me
K: Guess they trust you to hang around with the kid?
X: Hey, no getting' any ideas. The kid just looks young for his age
D: Yeah. And I'm not that short. I probably grew another inch on my own :P
K: *Sarcastic* Good for you then
D: *Stumbles* Well, uh, you don't seem as scared being tiny…
B: I guess he has us around. I couldn't imagine what would happen with anyone. The shock of it alone…
D: *adding in his own idea*…Or someone would kidnap him and put him in a little jar and then put him in a cage, would be like a mad scientist in those movies, and do experiments on him…
Killer: *The visual reference made Killer grow annoyed to angry, his fist clenched tight and his hand holding the cup squeezing it as it screeched the tin metal like a pin point on a chalk board* K: Demyx, just stop it, ok!
*The high voice shocked everyone*
Beth: Killer?...
Killer: *Hand to his head* I'm sorry…Just…rather not think about it…
Beth: …I understand
*Xigbar took the liberty to pick up the thimble from the tiny man.*
Killer: Hey! *his voice screeched*
*Xigbar now eyed the thimble's dented shape*
Xigbar: *whistles* Some strength you got there…being all small, little dude
*Killer now stood up on the table*
Killer: Will you stop calling me small!
Xigbar: *now nonchalant* Can't change what you don't acknowledge
*Now feeling angry again, his hand returned to its clench state, arms down and tightening, feeling himself grow again, this time a lot bigger than before, a hot rush of anger with an aura of blue, something he felt from inside Beth before. His growth quickly ended as it began; the three shocked again as his knelt down with legs crooked and bent, as he got off the table. Despite his anger "blood and blue hot"
Killer: Guess you won't acknowledge that you can be wise-ass either… *Now smiling*
*Meanwhile, the meeting Luke and I attended with the others commenced. We set up at the table with our drinks; Steve at the "head" seat, Ginger and Jan on the opposite side of us and Craig next to us. Little Heather laid in the automatic swing set close to my reach with her mouth lapping over a pair of colorful plastic keys.
*Couple of days later, Craig was hanging out at Luke and My house. Craig playing and texting on his iPhone just as I got home, wanting to tell him something of interest from the other night*
Craig Whitehouse: yay :)
Me: Hey Craig. Glad you're here. I wanted to talk to you about this dream from last night. I also wanted to mention this to Lukie as it also pertains to him and his brother a bit
L: Hmmm? *looking up from the PC*
Me: Ah, there you are hun
Craig Whitehouse: *Luke smiles warmly* L: So...what's the dream you had?
Me: First, I was wondering what you were doing on the computer
L: Just some research, but it can wait *shutting off the monitor*
Me: :) ok
Let me see how well I can explain it. It was like watching a different version of the Hellsing OVA 2 episode, it was all dark and scratchy like watching a film reel messed up; it involved a bit of your history Luke, how you were able to change size, like it was very painful to go through, almost like a mutation, as a child. Later on, some sort of item caused you to have that painful transformation. And I remember seeing Jan there too with you; I remember giant moments, then it was like watching a drama series, where it stared you two, using your power to investigate crimes, esp being tiny to look at something further
*Luke listens intensively* Hmmm
Me: And that was what I could remember without going into my mind, and you know how I like having dreams about you at times
Craig: This sounds more like a flashback, hmm Luke> But...it's yours not hers....
Me: You really think...these are Luke's memories than my dream?
Craig: It does sound like it. It'd probably best to bring this up with Steve and the others.
Me: Yeah...but how was it possible? The last time was over a year ago when we all started meeting
L: I'm not quite sure, honey *now standing up and cuddling you* but we can certainly find out
Craig: Oooo an adventure! :D
Me: Hehe, but what kind though?
Craig: We can only find out, can't we? *shrugging*
Me: Soo...what first then? Hmm, hun? I am now curious of what you were researching before
Hunny, I want to show you this pic I like (chuckle)
L: Hmmmmm...I rather like the shape, if you get what I mean? *winking*
Me: :) yes, knew it would get you around if you know what I mean. But what were you researching?
L: Just a few things that might help in the...personal department *hinting back at the picture*
Me: Personal? *arms meekly crossed*
L: Perhaps when we don't have visitors *looking back at me, who is stood looking awkward*
Me: heh...but what about my dream, and doing about it?
*Luke enters the bedroom, putting down his book, in his pajamas - much like his suit in white, his long blonde hair tied back into a ponytail* I'm still trying to figure out this dream connection of yours, honey... *now getting in bed* ...most confusing...
Alison: *I was watching some cartoons files on my Iomega drive* Was it something like the first time it happened?
Luke: Somewhat....there's something different this time. But, I shall have to leave it for tonight. I need a clear head... *laying back, sinking deep into his pillow*
Alison: ...I think I do too. I just can't help feeling worried..like a rage worry
Luke: I'm sure you will be fine *turning to face you, getting closer. His kisses your arm* Besides, thats something we can tackle when we come to it.
Alison: But Heather?
L: She will be fine, Allie. I know you're strong enough never to hurt her...
Alison: ...believe me, I used to have my doubts. Last thing she needs is her grandmother
L: Hmmm *another kiss on your arm, trailing up* well, perhaps sleep on it?
Alison: *Smiling a little* Yeah
*Nestling further in and on a comfy pillow. Then hearing the teeniest of purrs from the kitten*
L: *cuddling you* perhaps a nights rest will make things clear *kissing your cheek* nighty honey...
Alison: ...night Lukie
L: *swtiching off the light and sinking even further into teh soft comfy bed, dozing and sleeping*
mind still wandering as usual, I try to settle in*
*white dust began to filter from mid-air, Snowflake emerging in a magical snow flurry*
S: Hmmm...perfect...
*softly moaning as I shake my head, covered with flowing snow*
*Snowflake casts her arms out towards you as you toss and turn* Not to fret, dear...in a moment you won't be able to toss and turn... *sniggering as she entered your dream*
Alison: Huh..who's there?
*Snowflake had taken on a much kinder, friendier vision of herself*
S: Don't be afriad...I'm a friend... *her voice quite haunting and soft*
*blinking* *My surroundings seemed familiar, almost like the den of the SM club from Hellsing, a non-canon business of the Valentine Brothers*
S: Can I...get you anything to eat? *her attire much like a waitresses, the club full. This particular area a small dining area/bar*
Alison: Um...I didn't think this place served food *now finding myself in the den, a table, couch and large screen tv like in the episode*
S: Only recently introduced, miss. Now...anything you would like? *Snowflake trying to tweak the dream as much as possible*
Alison: Why does all this seem familiar? *Still looking around, swearing I saw Luke here*
*the dream seemed to skip a beat, jumping ahead. Snowflake tried to make this very weird in the dream, making minor changes* S: So thats a cheeseburger deluxe meal with X-L Soda....a large chow mein...a large slice of strawberry and blueberry cheesecake...aaaaand a sophisticated adult beverage for afterwards?
Alison: huh, what? *Then Luke comes all of a sudden, embraces me and gives me a kiss. It did feel like one, but it felt tight, like it was locked onto me*
*Snowflake wandered off to fetch your order, but not even seconds pass and she has returned* Are you enjoying your meal? *It lay in front of you* So...tell me about that cute guy who kissed you... *sitting next to you*
*but he still was, now trying to pry him off*
*it was as if Luke was getting friskier* S: Oooo, he seems to like you hehe.But..I sense you're worried about his past? *Snowflake looking as concerned as possible, waiting for your to start eating*
Alison: *How I wished it wasn't so, if there was some way to change it or make it go away. That's when the food meshed about and flowed through him and to me as he slowly goes away* *Trying to let go but it still comes along*
S: Wow...you really enjoyed that meal... *the dream stuttering again* So, that's another cheeseburger deluxe with extra fries, two X-L Soda's and a whole cheesecake? No problem... *-stutter stutter* So...tell me more...
*Snowflake scooted closer, the new food in front of you* It must be awful to worry about his past like that... :(
Alison: I just don't know what to do
*with another stutter there was even a short moment of you feeding yourself, eating the comfort food* S: Well, comfort eating works for me too *giggling*
*still thinking how to make this better, how to make it work*
S: How about this *leaning against your arm, giggling* All this..its on house. Us girls gotta stick together. I could fetch more things if you like?
Alison: *I shook my head, resisting any food*
S: *another stutter* So that's 3 cheeseburger deluxes, 4 large adult beverages, another cheesecake, and some more fries...alrighty... *Snowflake heads off again*
Alison: JUST STOP WITH THIS!!!
*the music in the club rather pounding and bassy, unlike before. Snowflake returned with the order that you know you didn't order*
S: Stop with what?
Alison: I WISH THEY NEVER KILLED ANYONE!
S: I know, I know... *cuddling you*
S: Let it out babe...let it alllll out *her smile going from warm to slightly sinister*
Alison: I DON'T WANT TO BE IN LOVE WITH A KILLER!
S: Then don't be... *the smile more and more sinister, snippets of you feeding yourself, an angry look on your face quickly happening in the dream*
Alison: *The thought repeating over and over, ready to release out of my sleep and into reality*
*Your dream body growing ever larger and larger with rage and food. Snowflake soon disappeared in a flurry of snow both in the dream and reality*
Alison: *now shaking the bed and myself*
L: Allie? Wake up...you're dreaming...Allie? *his hand on your shoulder*
*My arm smacks him in the face*
L: OW!!! *his hand rushing to his nose* Allie? What was that for?
Alison: *muffling* wha?
L: what was the punch for? *somewhat muffled with his had over his face. Slowly removing the hand, showing off a very anime looking facial bruise*
Alison: *Blinking* Hun, it's late. What is it?
L: Allie. You punched me in the face. You were dreaming in...never mind -.-'
Alison: *falling back asleep and holding onto him*
*Luke gave a deep sigh and went back to sleep*
Jan: Hey bro, where'd the shiner come from? *noting Luke's bandaged face, not saying anything about last night, as we were invited*
L: Don't.... *sporting a non-face to go with that shiner*
Alison: I don't how he got it either
Craig: Ahhh, so you finally made it guys...Luke...er...*indicating to his face...* I..won't ask. Any way ,everyone. I have an announcement to make...
G: What is it cwaigy? *skimping on the couch next to Jan*
Craig: Well...ahem...I...I got engaged *grinning* She said yes, guys!
Alison: :D Quee!
Steve: Well, how about that. Congratulations *shaking my hand firmly*
Luke: Congratulations Craig...*shaking my hand too*
Ginger: So awesome!
Me: That's not the only thing...I've organized a party for everyone to come to. Technically it's meant to be guys only but.... :) You two are the exceptions *nodding to both you and Ginger*
Alison: Oh?
*Ginger slithers an arm around Jan* G: Maybe we should start thinking about us, Janni...
Jan: Hold the fuck there. We already click babe, no need for the bail chain yet
Craig: *I chuckle at the small domestic*
G: Well, look at how much we've done, you might as well call it that
Alison: Call it what?
J: Nothing! It's..just..Whitehouse's moment; focus on him
*The meeting was short but sweet, making sure everyone knew what time to be at the party, a relaxed dress invitation house party with "music and nibbles and plenty of booze" as I put it. Something which Jan definitely loved the sound of. The following night came - a night to definitely let hair down and enjoy the moment*
*I open the door* Hey, you've both arrived! *both you and Luke stood at the door* Come on in, everyone's already here!
*Inviting your both into the living room, Jan already sipping a beer on the couch, Ginger cuddling him, Steve having a conversation with Emmit.*
*Inside her own transport of the carrier, Heather nibbled on her plastic toy rings and then grabs for her bee plush doll*
Craig: Righty...lets get this party rockin'! *switching the track to something heavier and more metal...much to the excitement of Jan*
Alison: *Heather begins to whin* Uh oh *almost sweetly*
Craig: Gah....erm..*turns it down a little* Sorry *pulling an awkward face*
Alison: It's ok...guess she's not a...what do you call it?
Craig: Rocker? Metalhead? IT'll come, just wait until she's 13 haha :)
[2:59:57 PM] Alison: *Bending my head back* Yeah, I know* Setting her up in a playpen* God forbid if I traumatize her the way I was
*chuckling and getting the party going, we discuss the usual things, trying to keep the mood light and enemy-free*
Jan: Why leave her out of it now? I had metal and punk when I was a tot and look how I turned out
Alison: *Now glaring at him*
Craig: Yeah...look at you now... *almost sarcastic yet funny*
J: Whatever. Not like she's gonna notice now. Same with getting you some pole dancers for this
Alison: Not in the mood, Jan. NOT.In.The.Mood.
J: Like you ever are. Maybe Bro can help in that department
Craig: Ok, ok, keep calm everyone...Jan's just had a few is all...
Alison: Just... *sighing heavy*
*a light bloomping sound could be heard*
Alison: When is there never "a few" for him? *arms now crossed* Forbid HE ever had any kids...
G: Um, Allie...
Alison: What?
*the bloomping getting louder*
G: Nothing * quiet*
Alison: *Grabbing a glass bottle and snapping the cap off* Craig, you would definitely be good with kids. You told me once
Craig: Thanks Allie *smiling and thinking "didn't that outfit look less "snug" earlier?* One day I hope
[3:17:28 PM] Alison: Never thought I would though... Guess I didn't think I was that good enough or less selfish
Jan: *to himself* and she thinks I had few too fuckin' many
*A glass careens out and shatters at a space by the arm end of the couch where he was*
Alison: Least I don't run my fuckin' mouth off sober!
Craig: Easy, Allie, easy...*another bloomp, which then gets everybody looking* Errm...Alie...errr.... *pointing*
*Heather begins to make a noise*
Alison: Oh, jeez... *shaking my head, shutting my eyes out not to cry*
Luke: Alison..what's wrong? *a look of concern on his face*
Jan: *He looks over both shocked and confused* What's your problem? Sugar low or fuck?
Alison: CAN you go one day without saying something moronic? Was your soul intent on being a caveman all your life?!
*Craig motions for Ginger like in a planned emergency to bring Heather to another room or place*
Craig: Right...*pickign up Heather and heading away from the situation, along with Ginger*
Jan: What the fuck does my soul have to do with this??
Alison: Only because you don't HAVE one!
Jan: *now at the ready* So fuckin' what? We can't all be goodie goodie vag-tight like you
Alison: Better than being a bloat dick like you! And I'll tell you something else I've been meaning to say. Only reason you shag on others is because you can't do it on your own without someone pulling your leash every day!
Jan: What the fuck's that suppose to mean? I can't be on my own? Trust me, sister, I did it! Would do it again too?
Alison: ...and with another loose too
Luke: Alison...what's gotten into you?...I...
*Without much control or thought left, I elbow Luke back, a force even strong on him*
Luke: oooffff
Jan: Least I can get loose! Who else has Jesus the second without fucking off?
*the bloomping noise seemed to get a touch louder now...*
Alison: You'd definitely be fucked without Luke! You'd be on the FBI list if he didn't watch you. Maybe even not have you two take lives yourselves!
Jan: Ahh, so this is what it's about? You got a problem with us now?
Alison: Only you!
*Luke watched back and forth in the game of insult tennis*
*Ginger returns from upstairs as I remain playing with Heather to keep her calm*
Jan: Yeah, well what about Bro? Least if he wasn't here without me, you'd be a sad little fat fu- *he didn't finish his sentence as a fist rammed into his face, catching him off guard, stumbling and finding his footing*
Alison: *Snarling, hitting him down his neck as he smacks too the floor and my arm around his neck* You never know when to fuckin' shut up do you?
Luke: *Luke stood up, trying to separate both you and Jan* Alison, please!
Jan: *gurgles* The..fuck...down by a girl again?
*Luke grabbed your wrist...a wrist he knew was plumper than usual* Alison... *his voice quieter now*
Alison: *Now not like myself I pull out his enclosed arm where his hand was*
*Still on top of him, a foot readying down on his junk*
*The thought of Jan thinking how she knew to fight like this as his voice pitch squeaked*
Ginger: NO!!!! *rushing into the rumble...the door opens and Killer's voice is heard*
Killer: Heyyy, someone told me there's a...party?
*Without hearing anything else, my own vision turned, knowing I was attacking Jan but somehow coming out of it. I didn't even hear Killer or anyone as I let him go and just left, not into another room in the house, but just anywhere.*
L: Allie... *frowning as you storm off*
*Poor Jan was laying on the floor, both holding his pants and his blood reddened face*
Jan: Well this is the worst party I've been to. It's always me starting fuckin' brawls
*Ginger helps him up, shaken and confused herself*
Craig: *I come back down stairs* Where's Allie? I thought I heard a...holy crap dude!!!!
*Blood now along his lower face*
Jan: *spurt* Dag Allie...went all 'sycho bitch on me!
Craig: W-well we've got to find her. This rage isn't her. Something's got to have done something to her...
*Snowflake was listening in on our conversation outside* S: Ahhh, its finally started...I'd better go find her...*rushing off in an attempt to hunt down your raging self*
*except my raging self was now back at my house, locked in the bedroom, just curled up along myself now changed*
*Yet Luke knew where to find her...and only him it seemed*
L: *to the rest of us* She will have headed home. It's her comfort. Everyone wait here, I'll take care of this. *heading straight for home*
Jan: Christ, where did THAT come from?
Jan: Even you babe weren't that tough the first night we met...
*Beth was now behind Killer, watching with the rest and away*
G: Guess it's a weird kind of virginity...but I don't think you should-
Jan: Why not? She did! *Addressing to no one* Just let all the dirty laundry out! Hates our guts now and don't fuckin' blame her! Don't see you acting batty over getting bit...
G: That's "Exactly" what I was talking about!
*Luke soon reached home, opening the door slowly, noticing some cracked wood on the frame and stairs* Alison?
*Luke headed slowly upstairs, calling out to you* Alison? Are you home?
Alison: *A sob* Luke?
L: Alison! *rushing up the stairs and following the sound of your voice to the bedroom* Alison...oh my!
*Eying shut and covered with drowning tears*
He's right, isn't he? *a sob, terribly shaken*
Luke: He'll live, Allie...but what in the world has happened to you? *walking into the bedroom, your large immobile body lay on the bed*
Alison: *still crying* But he's right! It had to take a criminal to love me. That no one else is good for me
L: Alison...while we have pasts, it's only for a reason. Can't you just love us...love me...for the person I am now? *getting closer*
Alison: I thought I could...sometimes...*breathe* I can't help thinking that. That I worry of that ..that it'll happen again. And I was right...I lost it-in front of her-as I said I would
L: But it's only because you're not acting yourself *now sitting on the bed*
Alison: I know my rage is real. It was like that where I used to work. Even after I found another job for a while, I just couldn't let it go. That I was like that, that I hated them because I hated myself, that I didn't deserve to live whether I was nice or not
L: But Alison..that's not you now. You've accomplished a lot, even under weird circumstances...
Alison: That's what it was when "you" first met me
*Luke would cuddle you, but favors to hug your large size*
Alison: The others probably hate me now. I couldn't live with myself if one thing is marred on her
L: We will work things out with them. There's got to be an explanation for all of...this *gesturing to your mass*
Alison: But, is it true, if it wasn't for you, I wouldn't have anyone?
Always too nice to me, like it shouldn't exist in a guy, in a relationship?
L: I don't believe that's true at all. You're a kind, warm, friendly, amazing woman, Alison. IF you weren't, I wouldn't have fallen in love with you...
Alison: You did with her.
*Luke frowned*
*with that comment you seemed to swell a little more*
Alison: Wasn't she like that too?
*he continued to frown, your mass growing a little more* Alison....
Alison: What?
L: Every negative comment..you get bigger...*still frowning*...That explains why you were so angry...
Alison: Me?
*Luke nods slowly*
*While Luke continued to comfort you, Snowflake hovered outside the bedroom window. She rubbed her hands with glee and poofed in a flurry of snow*
Chapter 33: Book 2 Chapter 6: Dissection Point
Summary:
A creepy, shady doctor examines Killer's condition. And obviously, things aren't right.
Chapter Text
*Things seem to be back to the old days not too long ago. Almost reluctantly, Steve was putting in overtime to find a magical counter against dreamscape intruding. A short time after, the few of us got together to discuss what we’re gonna do about any more suspicious sightings in public but also get to the root of Killer’s condition. For today, a few of us were gathered in the den of my house, tea and drinks set up as Luke and I are joined by Steve with Demyx and Xiggy working in the activity room with smooth floor boards and mirrors on opposite walls. Ginger and Jan were nowhere to be found, out on their date at a band event at a bar up by them. Killer no doubt was invited here along with Beth, baring a sparkling blue wrist bracelet*.
Me: That bracelet is very nice.
Beth: *Her face hued a little*. Thanks. I love these blue jewels on it. A nice late birthday gift.
Killer: Might as well before I forget again. I suck at remembering dates.
Me: Sucky memory is something I also know.
Steve: Speaking of memories *Getting to the point*, there was something I wanted to ask you young man.
Killer: What else? I told you everything I know. I ran away from home, I couldn't touch anyone otherwise it spells death. I ended up bartending when some rep came in one night, offered me money for some study and ended up on the table of some psycho scientist using me as a guinea pig. Next thing I knew I can touch people again AND take away their energy and anything else. Everything else became hazy after that but I somehow escaped.
Steve: Hmm. I wonder if something caused you to go through post traumatic stress that’s causing you to block some key memories. Sadly, magic and science are two very different things and never get along so well for each of them to be cured by the other. It certainly would make things easier if I got the necessary spell or charm. C’est le vie as they say.
Killer: So what’s the next c’est le vie then?
Steve: I do know someone in the medicine and science field luckily.
Killer: *Running his hand through his other one*. Maybe the doc can prescribe some drugs for it.
Steve: Oooo, now hold on a minute. I prefer if you were examined first. This doctor doesn’t quite give out any medication unless needed.
Allie: Sounds like a major model for a doctor.
Steve: Now he does make house calls in a way; he does it right in his office lab. I’ll just contact to make sure he’s not already busy. I trust you two still have a phone here.
*Noting to Luke and I*.
Luke: Right in the hallway. *Pointing*.
*Steve excused himself to make the call. Upon looking at Killer, he seemed to be staring into nothing. Thankfully Beth was beside him to bring him back*.
Beth: *Softly*. You’re not scared, are you?
Killer: …No. Just confused.
*In almost no time, we got an appointment with this doctor. Luke, Heather and I with Beth came for moral support. It might’ve been me, but there’s something odd about this doctor. He’s a slender middle-aged man with long black hair and two thin strips at the sides and a ponytail in the back. He wore small round glasses with his white coat, a white blouse and blue tie, grey trousers with a brown belt and grey shoes; no doubt a typical plain outfit, but he had a bit of a hunch to him and seemed to shuffle when he mulled over Killer. Killer was top bare with a stethoscope on his back breathing obediently, pulse taken and temperature noted.*
*He already had physiological tests and blood tests prior to seeing Dr. Hojo; might be some time before we hear anything back. Killer seemed to be null to the situation, appearing as his usual tough guy self like he was bored already with the physical.*
Hojo: There doesn’t appear to be any unusual signs on the surface. He’s certainly a healthy specimen overall. *His voice had this high-pitched, nasally tone; almost like he was someone’s eccentric grandfather*
Luke: But what about his occasional weakened state?
Hojo: *Matter of factly* It’s due to a condition called anemia. A blood disorder which there is deficiency of red blood cells or hemoglobin. He only appears to have a mild condition, as it explains his fatigue and pale skin. Though it appears as if the blood went to his head *patronizing about his really red hair.*
Beth: *She seems to also feel uncomfortable sitting in with the examination*. But is he going to be okay?
*Hojo stares back with his now familiar glare*.
Hojo: I sincerely doubt a lack of blood efficiency is anything but “okay”. This boy is lucky to be alive without various organ failures.
Beth: Oh dear…
*I don’t know what it was exactly, but staying in here for as long as I have has started to make me feel a lot antsier. So, I got up from the chair with Heather still carried at my side*.
Allie: Excuse me dear. I’m gonna go get a drink of water. *Kiss to him*. I’ll meet you back at the waiting room.
Luke: *Smiling*. Okay Ali.
*Making my way politely and quickly out the door*.
Killer: Big deal. *He looked about ready to leave on the spot*. Don’t explain what the Hell happened to me then.
Hojo *Matter of factly*. You’ll have to wait until the test results to return.
Luke: *Integrating*. Even though Steve told you about his... “talent”?
Hojo: It’s called “Energy Absorption”.
Luke: Yes, we know the exact term. Is there any connection how he’s able to touch others without immediate absorption?
Hojo: You seem to throw around more questions like *you* were the doctor here instead. Any results we find from the tests WILL BE reported to you.
*Killer sighed heavily*.
Killer: *Shoving off the table* Alright, guess that’s done. *He grabs for his vest and slings it back on.* Ally had the right idea of leaving early. *Now slipping on his long coat*. Anywhere else is better than here, Beth.
*She nodded in response and leaves right beside him. Luke, already realizing everyone else’s unease, now thankfully makes his leave. Except Hojo stopped him again*.
Hojo: You’ll have to excuse me for my responses. Some young people need to learn patience.
Luke: *Caught off guard by the change in demeanor yet still stand offish*. The feeling’s mutual. We wouldn't have come here if Steve didn’t know how you’d handle our kind.
Hojo: ONE of my expertise is dealing with your kind.
Luke: Very well and good then. But that isn't why you had me stay behind, is it?
Hojo: Still as insightful as ever. *He flips another switch on the wall as he points about to the table*. Steven mentioned his concern over you. Just place yourself there and I’ll do a quick check on you.
*Reluctant, Luke steps onto the examine table. Steve would have mentioned to him directly if Steve had a concern over his health. Other than the occasional human common colds, Luke’s never experienced any serious ailments; being turned into a blueberry via blueberry allergies not counting*.
Luke: I’m surprised he didn’t tell me first.
Hojo: If he prefers magic over science, then it’s by his precedent judgment of what he see’s wrong with you before anyone else.
*The switch didn’t seem to do anything except gave the room a humming noise*.
*Down the corner of a hallway, I took a drink from a water fountain, trying not to think of that doctor in my thoughts, sighing as I finished drinking*.
Allie: *To myself* What’s going on with me? Am I just remembering back to him? This one seems...to just be... *Heather shakes her nearly empty bottle toward the fountain.* Oh, okay then. *Meekly smiling back as I refill her bottle with the water.*
*Then, a door opens up a few feet away from me, just right at the turn of another hallway. I was half expecting for someone to turn the corner but no one did.*
Allie: Hmm. How strange…
*I heard some faint voices coming along that sounded like Beth and Killer, probably coming back from the room as I walk over to meet them. Instead, I found an empty hallway and an open door which had an aroma to it, sweet, warm and dank. How odd of a combination. And yet I still heard voices, to my hearing it was very small but still audible. Wondering what it was, I held my little girl close and using curiosity to bring me toward it. Peeking inside, it was dark save for the light of the hallway... and various tiny street lamps on top of a large square table. Various model homes perched along tiny sidewalks, trees and yards under the flickering glow*.
Hojo: *Voice calling*. That’s not for patients!
*I jumped when I hear him call out*.
Hojo: Now what do you think you’re doing snooping here?
Allie: I... I was looking for the others... and I... didn’t know... *Indicating the dark room*.
Hojo: This room is for staff only!
Allie: Yes, but-
Hojo: FORget this room exists! Now, find your friends and leave. *Matter of factly*. The results will be sent in two days.
*Feeling insulted and at a loss for words, I gladly moved away and did not look back yet feeling his own glare on me. When I went back to the exam room, Luke was just putting his jacket back on.*
Allie: What’s going on, hun?
Luke: *Sighs*. Ah nothing. Hojo mentioned that Steve thought something was wrong and I can’t even imagine what or why he didn’t tell me first.
Allie: *Nodding*. Yeah. Strange.
Luke: Now that he mentioned it, I do seem to feel a little “off” as they say.
*Now the three of us walking back to the waiting room* .
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*Luke hummed along to a classical music piece on the iPod stereo in his study as I was busy typing along my laptop on the kitchen table. Trying to use Photoshop to make a big design wasn't as easy copying and pasting logos and frames. I look over Scotty being his usual kitten self, waddling and battling a pink lined mouse, pouncing and prancing on the toy. Sweetie Pie, my bigger Torti cat who I recently picked up from my aunt’s into her forever home, laid on her side, making her usual faces as she watches Scotty(who were fostering) at play. When the mouse scooted over to her paw, she looked at it and Scotty then cautiously skipped over. Sweetie Pie let out a kitty guttural sound indicating for Scotty to not get so close*.
Allie: Hey. *Getting their attention*. You be nice. Don’t be near each other if you’re gonna be that way.
*Setting up the temporary printer to start, I get up and walk over to the kitties, picking up Scotty to leave Sweetie Pie Piggy Pie be*.
Allie: There we are. Yeah, you’re a good kittehn. And there’s my Sweetie Pie. You be nice while Scotty’s still here. *Smiling*. My nice big kitty. Nice and FAT.
Heather: *Parroting*. Big kitty! Big kitty!
*Smiling again and placing Scotty on the couch. Heather was on a laid out play blanket on the floor, messing around blocks and noisy toy sets and also scribbling crayons on paper. Heather holds up an orange construction paper with multiple purple lines swirling and cascading over each other*.
Allie: How adorable! Got a whole lot of swirls in! *Now getting on my knees to brush her head in with mine for her art*. Mommy’ll put this on the fridge for everyone to see.
*As I set up the drawing on the door with a Wonder Woman magnet, the printer was already finished. Skimming over the results, it looks very promising. My own little piece of art to use. Now folding up the paper quickly to an envelope length*.
*Two hours later and leaving Heather down for a nap in her play pen, the classical music stops and Luke comes out of the study looking relieved*.
Luke: *Sighing*. Ahh, finally got those journals graded.
Allie: Great hun. *Discreetly readying the paper form*. Oh Luke. I think you should look at this.
*Now handing him the printer “letter” as he skims over it. My smile ready as ever*.
Luke: A prize for a week at a resort? All expenses paid? Well this is great news. Just what we need: for us to take some time to get away.
Allie: Um…actually hun. You kind of read it wrong. Bit of a disclaimer at the bottom.
*He looked at me perplexed and reread the sheet*.
Luke: For one? Well… maybe this is the break YOU need. I mean, I know you’ve seemed tense earlier today.
Allie: *I shook my head*. No, it was more for that doctor. But I am surprised I actually won a contest like this. Oh, I wish it would let me take you two, but they said no exceptions.
Luke: Now Allie, as great as it sounds, you do more work around here than we do with our missions combined. And you still mention about your stress and anger levels; I think this will help.
Allie: Really?
Luke: *Smiling back*. I mean it.
Allie: *Sighing back*. Well alright. But I know it won’t be the same without even you.
*My plan actually worked. It did have to take some deviating to deceive Luke into thinking I was going on a one week vacation at a resort when in actuality, I would be infiltrating that doctor’s office to find out what I saw in that room. A week may seem like a stretch, but I had to give some lee-way when I know something would happen to me. It always seems to happen in movies and TV shows when an agent has to go undercover and might get their cover blown. I was trying to cover my bases as much as possible. And who knows? If I finish, maybe we can have our family vacation after all; as I hope for the best.*
Chapter 34: Book 2 Chapter 6: Dissection Point
Summary:
Allie goes on a reckless investigation, finding herself trapped in the same office the day before.
Chapter Text
*That was one of the most uncomfortable doctor visits I have ever experienced; even though it wasn't for me. I can't imagine how Killer felt when that doctor examined him to figure out the cause of his occasional weakness. Some time after we got back, we still had to wait for the test results to come back in a day or so. Yet something tells me there was something behind this Hojo that even Steve didn't know, but requested him for it*.
*Meanwhile: those tests...all in all just being worked on...Hojo didn’t seem to take it all that seriously...his thoughts more on the one with him...he and his assistant, worked over all their tests and studies of the girl...*.
*It took some thought but I knew I'm not waiting back for anything. And very much so for that model set I saw in one of the rooms he barked at me for being in. Not the most polite doctor I've met. Anyway, I wasn't sure what was gonna happen to me when I go back there and I didn't want Lukie or Heather to worry about me. As much as it pained me to do it, I came up with a story that I won a contest for a resort stay: a week at the latest establishment. I said they couldn't change the plans to allow for other people to stay, but I promised I will be thinking about them and felt that I really needed some time away to think about my stress issues*.
*I made up a suitcase to make it look authentic for the supposed week. Hopefully, Luke understood that I really was going away for a while and try not to probe my mind on anything serious.*
*The next day, I said my goodbyes to my hunny and our little baby, promised to check in, not to worry, and made my way out of the portal to where the "resort" was. It was actually one of the older garages we've cleaned half way ever since we moved in and stored the suitcase from out of sight, as I now made for my real destination: that research office. Luckily, I was able to portal in to one of the hallways when it was clear, trying to find the room with that model piece.*
*I can only hope some of my super "skills" can keep me from needing any of my meds for a while. I was hoping just for that day to see what I can find without detection. It was only a nurse or another employee I peeked at who came out; I had to make a diversion before it ended up locked as I was too lucky then that it was left open. I took out one of the kitten's rolling toys and tossed it down the rug floor. She looked down as I hid behind a portable computer tray used to move individually to other patient rooms, going down in the other direction as I quickly made for the still open door and locked it back up. So far so good; my heart was really going and felt an open space ready for when anxiety might take over. I turned the light back on and found the long table as it was before.*
*A perfectly constructed town setting, with houses, streets, buildings of varying sizes and even little trees and swept leaves and pebbles among many markings to give it a real neighborhood feel. Being the only one there, I walked up for a closer look, eyeing the homes and store fronts, wondering why a doctor would have something like this in a medical establishment. But then... I thought for a moment that maybe...it had a connection to the events I've experienced over the time since meeting Luke Valentine. Was there some sort of kidnapping and miniaturization project involved? Would I find tiny people walking around the model set as if they were going about their lives? I eyed one of the pane windows of a peach colored house when I began to hear steps getting closer outside.*
*My heart fhwoomped as I tried to look for a space to hide. The only ones were barrel sets in the back. The lights now shut off as I snuck my way behind those barrels. By a very good chance, the door itself opened up. I was thinking to see Hojo come in, but it was actually someone else. Someone... younger... a bit lean and tall...and pink hair?*
*This man walking in was named Szayel, his hair pink , his height rather tall, he walked in reading at a note pad he had on his person at all times, he was so intent on this pad he didn’t notice perhaps a change in the area.. The barrels slightly out of place in a hurry.*
*And oddly out of my tension and hyper fear, I was actually sad of having to sacrifice Scotty's toy, one that he did like to play with, but now used for covert operations and never seen again. Then again, I could always get another one like it...if I get out of this smoothly. I peeked through an opening line of a left barrel to see him. He is easily seen through; he was working on some chemicals, his eyes fixated upon his work; a true scientist it seemed. I thought to myself why an assistant would work on chemicals in a place that clearly wasn't a laboratory next to what I can guess it a toy town for possible victims trapped tiny.*
*But what really sparked my mind was this guy with unreal world hair, and just as bishie attractive looking as Luke, working here. He looked more appropriate in an anime themed male model calendar*.
*He chuckled to himself, obviously a little mad in the head; he tilted his head to the side looking down into the little town and his hand reached down, lifting out what seemed to be a small (oh my) a small woman struggling in his finger grip. My eyes bulged out as I saw the squirming between his fingers. He seemed to almost fondle this helpless little woman checking her over, even giving her a toss in the air and hearing her little screams. That is a real... real person... they are shrinking people here... what if I was caught...? He put her back into the little doll house and took down notes.*
Me: *Very, very softly* Ohh dear... *Now what? Do I just wait until he leaves to get out or try to make a portal around this small area I was hiding in?*
*He heard her even if she didn’t think he did, he doesn’t make it obvious that he is on to her, just continued taking out "samples", examining them and then placing them back.*
*My palms tighten and my nails pressed in deep. Probably stuck here for all I knew.*
*He finally sighs, softly placing both his palms on the table, the top his eyes flickered behind his specs... then his voice called out gently, *You can come out now.. I do know you're back there...shouldn’t talk to yourself even if you think others can’t hear you.”
*My head looked over in a sort of sudden confused way, but nothing else to do but "surrender" myself as I got up from behind the barrels* I figured there was something a little different about "you"...
Szayel: Why... why must people always interrupt me... *He sighed, turning around to gaze at me with a small unnoticed smirk.* Well, why... hm?
Me: Hmm. If you really must know...it was not to interrupt your work. I don't even have any business with you...I'm more interested in the doctor here that runs this... *It was definitely hard to even speak knowing inkly that he might already know more than me.*
Szayel: *His eye twitched... not being the one in charge and it burned at him every day, his thoughts shifting* "And what would you want with this man? *He shifted his glasses back up his nose.*
Me: I don't know what kind of practice this is that's being run, but if this is what's going on, I trust there's something very serious for what you have in mind with the man I was with yesterday. *Referring to Killer and his ability to absorb other people's energy, memory and physical abilities by skin touch. I would certainly think he'd know.*
*He turned his head... with his eyebrows raised... not shocked but amazed... he was doing research on that very ability... he had been for awhile... but never had he been told of this man...*
Szayel: *He should play it calmly though... so he shifted his face to a more calm and relaxed approach.* Well yes... of course... he was very unique indeed.
Me: I doubt you will tell me anything, but does this Hojo have the same plans for him as well?
Szayel: And what plans would you think he would come up with, hm? Hojo... *it gave him a twitch upon the eyes at the name.*
Me: So far, what I see here *a quick look down* I wouldn't be surprised of anything suspicious that has been going on. Except I was thinking there were "bigger" things involved. Maybe, I don't know giants out in broad daylight but yet ask anyone, they look at you like you're mad.
Szayel: Who says I am mad? *He twitched once more*
Me: No, no. I'm not saying YOU are. Just that no one even knows of something as huge as that going on. I wonder if there's a connection.
Szayel: There isn’t...I know I could simply make you one of my little toys...
Me: No thanks. I can shut that off anytime I want. *and it looked that our conversation would soon be interrupted, as approaching sounds were heard.*
*He wondered to himself: should he hide this girl away... or let the approaching man see, which he is sure is Hojo.*
Szayel: Do you wish to meet the wicked man behind the powers? Or simply hide yourself within one of those barrels?
*Said wicked man now entered the specially hidden room. The pink man stood over his table to appear deep in work. In walked a middle-aged man, in glasses and long dark hair tied down the back with what appear to be two strands at the sides. Dressed in formal office attire with a white lab coat, he has a slight shoulder slump and walked with a shuffle.*
*The assistant shifted his glasses back upon his nose as he stood over, looking at his notes not really giving this newcomer much attention, focused on his work like any of them would.*
*This was my chance to make my quick escape without any one of them seeing me. He gazed back to where I was hiding... giving a look that showed he could give me away at any moment if he wished it. Even if I can seemingly shift my way out.*
Hojo: *forcefully interrupting* What are you frittering back and forth at, boy?
Szayel: Just my work... my research nothing more... as part the normal... you should know that well enough Hojo...” *Speaking in a nonchalant tone*
Hojo: I only pay you for what you give me. I also know well enough you would not have your outlet without me. Be grateful for that. *Changes the subject* Now then, have you finished the last of the results from yesterday's patient?
Szayel: *Get's a rather annoyed look on his face... but quickly, calmly relaxed himself... and shifted over to the doll home to pick up a very tiny lady as she shivered in his palm* Yes. As you can see she is still alive... no signs of chemical or physical break down of any cells... which is good...
Hojo: Excellent. At least you're competent on that. Also, that particular group that was here yesterday with that young man should be expecting the results of his test.
Szayel: Ah yes... yes... I have got that all ready for you... *Eye twitched to the “competent” comment as he picked up a clip board and hands him the results printed upon it.*
Hojo: *Grabbing it* Very well then. *Just has he was ready to leave, he stops for a moment* One more thing. We have an instigator in our mist. Yesterday, one young woman from that group found this room. *no doubt referring to me as I heard from inside a portal I ducked into earlier and small enough to keep hearing and make my leave hopefully.*
Szayel: *As he heard this, he kept his eyes focused and seemingly shocked upon them as he nodded, placing a finger to his chin as if contemplating something.* I will keep my eyes open and ears attuned in case she comes around.
Hojo: See that you better. I already took care of her husband as a mock up examination, unaware of what will happen to him soon. And for her.
*Wait, hearing this, furrowing my eyes, now worried for Luke while I was here. What did he do to him?*
Szayel: As you wish, sir...*He bowed, seemingly mocking but Hojo didn’t get it at all.*
*Both of us were in a bad pickle. So much for the fake vacation as I had to get back, now. But first, I made a hidden move through another porting near the waiting area. Assuming if people here thought they were seeing a real doctor but instead ended up as part of some insane experiment, how to help these people out.* Alright, time to engage here. *Luckily, there was a door closet for uniforms, opening it and looking through, I found a nurse's shirt and pants outfit, changed inside and went over to the office, letting a girl with short red hair tell her she had a phone call in another room. She leaves as I take her position and talked from out of the window.*
Me: Could I have your attention, please? I wish to apologize, but there has been an emergency that the doctor needed to attend to. The office will be closed for the rest of the day until further notice. I apologize again for the inconvience. *No doubt, some people groaned as they got up and left, and pleasing some younger patients as they left.*
*Hojo, of course, can here this announcement... and is wondering what could be happening... coming from his own office that I was clever enough to find the doors opening up for him one after another... which gives him away that he is coming to my location.*
Me: Shoot! Better get! *Slinking over to the door flap away from the approaching sounds.*
*He busts through the door noticing that one swaying is right on my heels... the pink hair seemingly leaving its own pattern in the air as he moves fast not caring if people see; has to catch this woman.*
*Just as I was about to open one last teleport to get to home... *
*He tackles from behind. If I was to teleport again, I would have to take him with me.*
*I cry out as I found Szayel grabbing onto me* Grhh! *His white gloved hand then covered over my mouth, now trying to scream out, with my own hand trying to reach for it, trying to pull myself to it. Something then overcame my nose, quickly breathing in whatever it was, still pulling on the porthole but it started to shrink down, capturing around my hand now trying to unfortunately pull it away, as it left my wedding ring on the other side of home. And slowly losing my attention and consciousness...*
Previously…
*Luke kissed his love goodbye as she stepped through the portal for the resort hotel. She also gave a quick hold and kiss for Heather before her final depart and the hole closed off.*
Luke: Looks like it will be you and me for only a little while, little bird. *Nuzzling her down as Heather pats down more of his hair* Looks like you’ll be too busy with my head to think about mommy.
*A swirl and vibrating sound was hear and then ended with a sudden swoosh; Luke turns behind him to find no one there but it sounded close. He heard some voices from a former racquetball room now used for his and Alison’s own “play time”.*
*Demyx stopped waving for Beth and Killer to come through his own shifting portal, noting their shivering responses.*
Beth: I-I-don’t understand-how you can go through something like that!
Killer: *arms around himself tight* That place is enough to freeze your balls off! And why the hell did you lead us here instead of at the front of the living like any…at least normal for you guys?
Demyx: Just for protection.
Killer: From what? Global warming?
Demyx: No. Just in case Ally’s… not herself.
Beth: Why? What’s wrong with her?
Demyx: You didn’t see her at the beginning. That one she went all possessed. She made good work of Doc
Beth: *Sympathetic* I see. That doesn’t sound like her.
Killer: Sounds like she has more balls than I do now. Can’t we get in now?
Demyx: Alright, alright. *Demyx turns the golden knob and opening the way into the brown neutral hue of the living area.* Just have to see if everything’s all clear.
Luke:…And all clear for what?
*Luke appeared before them with Heather in his arms and looking very authoritative at the three “trespassers”.*
Killer: Looks like you forgot about Skywalker here.
Luke: Very funny.
*Letting Demyx, Killer and Beth hang out in the area, Luke still stood up.*
Luke: We’ve already mentioned before that you’re welcome here as much as you like. Why go sneaking around like a common cat burglar?
Beth: Demyx said it was because of Alison.
Luke: *taken slightly aback* Now why on earth for?
Demyx: Luke, you were there, you saw what happened. Going all-
Luke: Yes, but that doesn’t mean she’s some troll hidden among the dark. It was something out of our hands and she’s over that now.
*Killer looks around.*
Killer: Where’d she step to then?
Luke: She just left for a little vacation and will be back in a week.
Demyx: Aww. And without you?
Luke: *He suddenly had a frown over his face like something struck him* As much as I would’ve liked to go, maybe what’s been going on with her, she might need some alone time. *Now closing his eyes as he begins feeling a growing pain that knocked him a bit and the younger group took notice.*
Demyx: Whoa! No need to get that upset.
Killer: It’s not that Opie! *Looking to Luke can’t help but think of how this seemed familiar*
*Beth now came to his aid.*
Beth: Luke, what is it? Are you alright?
*Luke put a quick finger to his temple, trying to ease the pressure.*
Luke: Yeah… just been working on class work yesterday and this morning without a break. *Helping him up* I’ll be fine. Damn headache reminds me of when Jan went on his strip club prowls back in the day.
Killer: Like that’s ever stopped.
Beth: Ken, please. Luke doesn’t look too well.
*Luke gave a modest smile, trying to cover his pain.*
Luke: So now you’ve noticed too? I guess Steve was right to worry over me.
Beth: You mean…because of your vampirism?
Luke: You make it sound like it’s a disease.
Beth: *Feeling embarrassed for her mistake* I’m really sorry. I…
Luke: Don’t worry about it. Maybe I am feeling a little drained of energy. *Demyx clasps his arms over his neck.* Not to worry, Demyx. I’m not that uncivilized. *Demyx now sighed a relief.* Maybe I’ll just rest for a while in the bedroom. Have the place to yourselves but look over Heather often.
Beth: Sure thing.
*Luke now paced to his bedroom with his hand on his head and still perplexed by this sudden pain. He only hoped it was stress related and not drive his imagination wild. Meanwhile, the three guests now ended up with the house to themselves with baby sitting duty. Beth was first to tend to Heather, watching the toddler wiggle in her sleep, her bee doll used as a pillow. Killer slipped in without noise, a trait self-taught from his tougher days.*
Killer: Tight sleeper. Nothin’ seems to get by the rug rat.
Beth: *Softly* Bout as cute as a baby rat, or a mouse. Definitely a kitten; they’re all cute all the same.
Demyx: *chiming in* Hey, no reason to hog. *Kneeling down just when Heather starts to stir. Her bright little eyes open to familiar big people, but when she looked at Killer, her little lip started to quiver. Her voice tussled as she brought herself up and further back.*
Killer: Nice going, waterboy. Where are those stealth moves from your boyfriend?
Demyx: Hey, not my fault.
*Beth reached back in and held along her sides, picking her up and standing straighter, nestling Heather in her arms.*
Beth: It’s ok, Baby. *Heather hiding her face deep into Beth’s chest, muffling in fear building up. It sounded like she was saying, ‘bad man’, ‘bad man hurt daddy’.* Hold on, what’s wrong? *Patting* What happened? No…no, it’s ok. No one’s bad here. Look. *Trying to coax Heather to look around.* Ken, make her feel safe.
Killer: How the- do I even do that?
*Heather stuck her hidden face out, her eyes looked ready to tear. She looked up to the lanky redhead, seeming hesitant, which led Killer to give a dumbfounded yet meek look. Somehow, Heather’s demeanor changed and lightened up. To her, it wasn't like a boogyman back in the dark, but with his fire hair and overall red color, it was like looking at a clown as any grown up. The fear gone and in place were softer gazes.*
Beth: Hee, there we go.
Demyx: *Chuckling* Ha ha. He only looks like a meanie.
*Killer strode past Beth and proceeded to gently reach over to Demyx’s neck, a snide smile on him.*
Killer: A meanie that can do this.
*A sensation crept over Demyx’s skin, flicking his head and away.*
Demyx: Hhey! That hurt!
Killer: Oh please. *Out of his ringed right hand appeared a swirling and waving water bubble. A gentle push in the air let it float along, like a wrinkly soap bottle blown out of a round wand. Heather looked at it with the usual awe and curiosity of a small child, trying to reach for it. The single bubble then broke into two equal bubbles, each one multiplying away, growing in numbers into a dance that reminisces a forgotten Fantasia segment.
Demyx: Wowz! I never even did anything like that before. Can you teach me??
*A bare pale arm lay over Luke’s forehead, trying to find comfort in the bed sheets. His mind kept going back to Alison, memories of their time together, now picturing how she’s changed; very scared and upset seemed like a lifetime and even then, when he first laid his eyes on her back at the diner, it was not meant so much to harm as keep her tight against Luxor, to finally take him down and finally being free. Yet it ended up with her taking him down as he would learn later. For now, her face, her frame, her strong, plump and tiny frame possessing a stronger will. The feeling felt like something prominent, ominous; it was just a personal vacation. She needed it. Hopefully, he’ll hear from her soon.*
*Then, a greater pain shot in him; nerves felt like they were being punctured along his arms and down his back. He suddenly remembered something given to him in Hojo’s office. He didn’t remember getting a needle, a part on the doctor’s hand stung him sharply like it wasn't meant to be shown. It was then something odd stroke him, being tricked like that. Despite the painful nerves, he forced himself up, shirtless and with his hair tied back, he needed to make a call, to someone, anyone.*
*Upon opening the door, the room was filled with tiny 3 inch bubbles with both Heather and Demyx batting at the floating forms. Demyx noticed Luke staring back.*
Demyx: Aieee! It was his idea! *Pointing at Killer to blame*
Luke: Never mind. *Waving his hand quickly and caught one of the wet bubbles.* They’re water?
Demyx: Uhh yeah. Uh, what’s up?
Beth: We didn’t wake you up, did we? *Holding onto Heather as she moved forward, thinking Heather mind need some daddy attention when she spotted something shimmering, illuminated by the stuck bubbles.* Wow, is that a ring?
Luke: What? *Luke now moving forward, bending down to pick up the glimmering band.* Ally’s? How did it get here?
Demyx: Hmm. She could’ve just dropped it?
Killer: From her finger?
Demyx: Yeah. You would know.
Luke: *Breaking in* I NEED to call that office…or get Steve. Anyone.
*They all agreed as Beth left to get Steve, with the guys staying behind. Luke cuddled Heather, hoping she wouldn't be too upset or notice anything wrong.*
Chapter 35: Book 2 Chapter 7: Specimen Zero
Summary:
Allie, shrunken and alone, finds she's not the only one enslaved.
Chapter Text
*I felt myself curled up on a floor, trying to wake further and finding my surroundings blurry. I felt my face to find my glasses were gone, now patting along the floor for them. Except it didn't feel like any ordinary floor: shinier, smooth, glaring; now finding my glasses near me as I put them on.*
*One of the blurs I was not aware of yet is Szayel's.. but it's more like a mountain to me as I am now...*
*This light pink blur further back looked enormous, something I should be used to the times this has happened to me, but one right in front of me paled in comparison. Already finding out that it was the mad doctor himself.*
*He leans forward and just seems to look larger and larger the closer he gets to me, it then hits me... he did to me what he did to all those other people. I squeak back and crawled backwards, terrified at what I was seeing. My own revulsion to the older doctor already magnified.*
Hojo: Now, now don't scare the specimen, Szayel. *Now sits back and stops getting too close. He hangs over the table, the pink hair looking like a forest almost... and me breathing nervously.*
Hojo: You only have yourself to blame, you know. If you only stayed back, even you might've been sparred longer.
Me: *Trying to get back up and calling from my small voice* How did you do this to me?? What are you trying to do? Take over whatever Dok was doing?
Szayel: Maybe... and why do we need to answer to such a little woman, hmm? I could even flatten you with one hand...
*Shrugging back, worried if he will do it.*
Hojo: Stand aside, boy! Killing her would've been a better option, but she does prove worthy on her own.
Szayel: How is that? *He asks.*
Hojo: You see. She isn't an ordinary human. And being with Steven's group for some time has proven that. A normal person gaining various abilities unconnected to their genetics: it isn't something you hear of. No doubt it's that vampire who's responsible for it.
Me: That's my Luke! What did you do to him!!
Szayel: Oh, is he yours... now why would we have to share our info with you, hmm?
Hojo: Szayel! I'm the one giving orders here! *Szayel slicks back angrily... shifting around.* Be a good boy and prepare her living arrangements in the special house.
*He heads out to do the work of course; to work on something super sized would have to be the very same. In this office lab, he eats up one of the foods that can perhaps shift his size... he grows larger, arms lengthen as does his legs, body shaping upward... into the sky... growing to a good 25 feet tall in the large space available.*
Hojo: Now, my dear. I'm sure you understand now what my purpose is. Yes, most of my patients here have been involved in one of my experiments. But not all of them if you will. Just those that pose threats to my ultimate goal: those involved in higher professions. Lawyers, hopeful politicians, connections to the most powerful people in the country and perhaps the world if all is come to fruition. And your husband is just a stepping stone.
Me: But what makes him important in this kidnapping scheme?
Hojo: His special chemistry. Once unstable, it seems he's now among society. How lucky it was to have him end up in my little practice one day. While you were out of the room, I tricked him into giving me a quick exam; the room I held him in can detect special qualities. And more fortunately, you happened to have been close by and detected your traits from there.
Me: My...traits?
Hojo: Surprising yes, how a simple human was able to unlock the potential of the mind without any past factors to coarse it. And now slowly taking in vampiric traits that most humans would not survive. For now, the Valentine is fine as long as you are here. I can't have both threats to deal with.
Me: I take it then you had a feeling I would be here anyway...
Hojo: Exactly. So, don't expect an escape any time soon. At least not in "your" condition. But not to worry, you won't be harmed much. I intend to keep you as long as needed and make your stay somewhat comfortable.
Me: Is it the same for the other people you shrunk?
Hojo: *He laughed* I already said too much. I need that body and brain of yours well kept. Speaking of well kept, I better see how he's doing.
*He then turned away and me still stuck on the glass surface, thinking back to the growth hormones Luke had to deal with... and also that quick kiss I made to save us from Dok the first time. But from what he's saying is true, I wonder.*
*Maybe it was too impossible to even think I had some left, even when we made love not too long ago, as amazing as it sounds for already having a child without doing so. I still looked on at nothing, lulling until I began to feel funny. The same feeling in my stomach churning and fluttering. I felt a slight jump despite standing still, then another came, a much bigger one. It even changed my vision as it became a little higher. I kept jutting up, growing powerfully until I was child sized. My body pushing out, now realizing I was getting too big for the table and had to crouch.*
*I still kept jutting out, myself crowding the lab table, pushing the beakers and vials back and shoved to the floor, breaking away that startled Hojo. He turned around and had to quickly step back as he saw me, a good mini-giantess size hanging onto the table still that creaked at the legs, and broke down just as violently with my extra weight.*
Hojo: *Shocked* What??
Me: Like I know what's going on! *Calling back with a booming voice that retracted his head from the noise.*
Hojo: Not so loud you foolish girl!
*Szayel hears the crashing and the voice booming...shaking...and falling for a moment then rushing along side Hojo.*
Hojo: The formula was not supposed to have this adverse effect!
Szayel: Shouldn't have you check it out with her blood first?
Hojo: *Snapping* I already did! There was nothing remotely similar to the vampire!
Szayel: Well, did you check more than once? Come on, that is what we do…
Hojo: Never mind that! *Pointing at me.* Just give another dose to her and make sure nothing else goes on once she's in there!
*The man only shook his head and goes for the dosage... making sure the needle is cleaned of air and goes over to my growing foot and sticking me.*
Me: OWW! *My foot jutted from the pain, even though I was big, that needle felt like a knife.*
*Steps back and gazes at Hojo, like he was no help at all.*
*Whatever was the make up for the formula, it had a quickening result. Maybe too quick as I found my body retracting and almost knocking me back as I shrank back down to inches in no time flat. He comes over being like a monster of a mountain reaching down to cup me up and holding me in his hands. I let out a sort of wheek gasp as I was brought up.*
Hojo: Ha! Just the right size again.
Szayel: That she is; a lot easier to handle that is for sure... *Szayel went on his way when Hojo holds him up another moment.*
Hojo: Hold it. I know there was another noise going on that wasn't just from her.
Szayel: There was? I didn't hear one myself...
*Hojo didn't buy it.*
Szayel: All I heard was this girl. *Holding me up.* Was this little thing giving our place a face lift?
Hojo: *Scowling* You keep letting your tongue out like that and you won't *have* one. It would give me a piece of mind not to hear any of your lip.
Szayel: Is that so... well go ahead and try old man... see were you get without me.. see who would live though an encounter of us…
*And with that, Szayel leaves as Hojo resisted to lose his temper further.*
*Shakes head and to himself curses and groans about that man, as his hands keep me stuck against his palms. I looked up for a bit. His glasses like a billboard among his large oval face.*
Me: *In my tiny voice* It's a shame of not having good relationships in the work place.
Szayel: *Gazes down at her... still a bit irritated from that encounter...* He is a... completely and worthless human... he thinks he is the best man around here... a man he may be, but not the best...
Me: *I try to make some conversation to keep the fear and anxiety down.* That's the most I've ever heard you answer about anything.
Szayel: *He keeps his gaze to the little woman in his palm...* I don't socialize with humans any more than I have to. It's...frustrating.
Me: Hm...you sound like... that you're not human yourself.
Szayel: I am not... that is beneath me.
Me: Do you mind if I ask what you are? After all, I'm not like any human...
Szayel: Me? I am just a scientist that... can... enjoy long life in a way... let's just leave it to that, little lady.
Me: Okay. I don't know many people that have a long life.
Szayel: Thank you... I don't know your full powers either... just that he wants you for something now...
Me: Does he tell you or even involve you on his experiments?
Szayel: Not often... thankfully the lest I have to put up with him the better... sigh...
*As odd and betraying as it was, it felt comforting to be carried by a giant man. Something I enjoy a lot with Luke.*
Me: I just hope he'll be ok...
Szayel: He will be, I am sure... he seems not the type to let humans over power him easily...
Me: No...I mean...
Szayel: Yes... mean what...
Me: Not that it would matter to you. I don't even know if you would understand such a state.
Szayel: Try me... *he said simply while still walking.*
Me: Sighs. I just hope my husband will be okay. I don't know what he meant when he said the farther apart we are the better.
Szayel: Perhaps a link you are unaware of? I have heard it can happen in life... with two... well people, we will use that term, for creatures like yourself... possible that could be an answer?
Me: I already know we have a link. Even talking through our minds...I'm not even sure how safe he and my child are. *Now bringing my thick legs to my chest and arms around knees.*
Szayel: *He stops for a moment... not moving just having her on his palm.* Children...
Me: *Looking up* Huh?
Szayel: You are with child?
Me: I do have one.
Szayel: I was unaware of that... I suppose everyone of those people most likely have offspring too...
Me: *Now feeling regret for mentioning her* And in what way? So they might have kids. From my understanding, you have no patience with my kind.
Szayel: I don't... but didn't say I had no heart at all... now did I... though it matters little.
Me: Hmm. So what's your insight on it?
Szayel: I have little. Besides him wanting such weird things to happen.
Me: Weird things?
*We now approached the model town room, the light burning above it as I now see what appears to be a separate house. A mansion style fit for Barbie.*
*He holds me in his palm over it... looking downwards inside it.*
Me: Wow. I always wanted my own doll house for a time...but didn't imagine I would have a deed to be in one.
Szayel: I want to just throw you in there again like all the others.
Me: Throw me huh.
Szayel: Well ok *place you down with all the others...* give me a break, eh?
Me: You managed to be gentle with me along the journey. *Trying to be nice and cute.* By the way...it was Szayel, right?
Szayel: It... it was... yes... I... am sorry... that this has happened to you like this... but not much I can do about it now…
Me: I...understand. Guess we're both entrapped in a way...
Szayel: I... suppose we are... how sad it is... is it not?
Me: *Slightly smiling* Yeah... *Nothing else to do at this time but make myself at home in the doll mansion.*
*He watches me moving around checking out the place... as he shiftily takes notes like he seems to not have much choice in doing.*
*The time passes on like any other day; between any of his note taking, I was provided my meals and I also find that this mansion had a real setup of plumbing and electricity; all the comforts none the less. I could've sworn though I smelt something when I was first carried back here, something warm with a very sweet smell like a cinnamon spread.*
Szayel: *He stops one day as he shuffles around; he stands over the little mansion* Well, what you going to do today hm?
Me: Me? I don't know. What do all the other tiny victims do when they're trapped here?
Szayel; Not a heck of a lot... but you never know. Might find something new to entertain yourself with.
Me: Perhaps...
<*He is almost giving hints at an escape but he can't... cause she would fall to her tiny death from that height anyways.*>
*It was now the next afternoon since being shrunk. I can't help but feel odd right back in my stomach like before but nothing happened. Like most of the time, I keep feeling my senses heightened like the times I ever envisioned fantasies like this.*
Szayel: I don't notice much as I am too busy being temperamental about Hojo being an ass or barking orders.
*Most of what I've done was tour around the mansion. It had a decadent dining room, a kitchen next to it, a large den fabricated with tiny furnitures, a fake fire place and a tiny large evergreen tree that if compared to others would stand over 9 feet. A tree decorated in gold tinfoil and silver ornaments.*
*I still heard his slightly booming voice, just as I made my way up the steps back to the royal bedroom I was using and to the balcony, pushing open the French doors and now 'outside'*
Me: Out of curiosity, how did you end up working for someone like him?
*As I asked him such a question, his demeanor seemed to have changed. Almost like when he caught me spying yesterday, before I was captured, but somehow not feeling as resilient to keeping his mouth shut and using mind games.*
Szayel: I have... little choice... he has something that belongs to me... he has it well hidden even to my own powers... it's... infuriating.
Me: He took something from you too?
Szayel: He did... nothing... most would think of, but he did... that is all you need know.
Me: *Shrugging* Alright. I pretty much know nothing about him, but I can't help but think there is something I know but even with one of my powers, I can't get through that egocentric head.
Szayel: Whose? Mine or his...*he asks... leaning over the little home.*
Me: *Eying up with both being definite and fearful.* I meant his. With you, at least YOU speak to me without looking at me like I was a dead frog.
Szayel: You aren't that is true... nor would I make you such... dead I mean... *He almost smiles but easily hides it greatly.*
Me: Really? That's a big change, no pun intended.
Szayel: It is?
Me: I'd figure the two of you would've had ghastly plans for me once I was done being his guinea pig.
Szayel: He might. I sure don't...
Me: I also can't help feeling that even you have your own cautions whenever Hojo makes certain key phrases.
Szayel: I do, but that is just how I am.
Me: No. I'm sure it's something different. If my powers weren't either bounded or diminished when I became small. And also how I saw a little snack by the study table before but it's somehow "hidden". Almost like...
Szayel: He isn't supposed to know about them.
Me: He isn't? Hmm, it's very odd. Cause if I had something to hide, I would cover my tracks to make sure nothing seemed too odd. Hiding what I see to me is a giant cinnamon bun with a large bite in it and hiding from him a lot of times would tip him off.
Szayel: I hid it well... thank you... and it has its purposes.
Me: And I bet letting off that little bit of defiance the other day in front of him would bring about more problems to look for that.
Szayel: I would think so... but I am prepared for him... he is just a simpleton.
Me: Hmm. I wonder...just something about him scares me more than Bin Laden and Hussein combined. And that's saying something. I don't doubt his persistency especially since last night. It certainly wasn't you checking in the middle of the night when I couldn't sleep. No one else I've seen with a long dark pony tail, digging fervently at the table to "look" for something. I thought from where I saw where that bun was he might've found it.
Szayel: He is a monster like no other.
Me: *To myself, looking at my fingers* Monsters do have their weaknesses.
Szayel: They do... yes... if I knew his... I wouldn't be here.
Me: Just hope he doesn't know yours. I wonder that myself.
Szayel: He doesn't say much to that end.
Me: But yet he has a feeling. Nothing gets by him... *My senses now driving me crazy; trying to break through the invisible hold.*
Hojo: *Screaming from the outside* SZAYEL!!!
*It startled both of us. Szayel shook and dropped his clipboard, picking it up in a hurry. Fight or flight response took over as I scrambled inside and behind a wall. I played out of character by singing a song I knew right away, the pitch of my voice squeaky.*
*Szayel fumbles and flips his clipboard like he was comparing notes, but not before he shoved the cinnamon bun under some rags on the table.*
*The door flew open with a crash as Hojo gave a nasty scowl on his face, his body tense with anger.*
Hojo: What is the meaning of this!!
*Szayel tried to be nonchalant as possible with Hojo's voice more grating than usual.*
Szayel: What ever do you mean, Doctor?
Hojo: This! *He shows him a piece of paper tightly crimped under his grip* This invoice! What could you possibly need this many *trying to read it again* Fat…Cakes FOR??
Szayel: Well… I've been testing my hypothesis. These cakes make it very easy to lace them with the right amount we need for our "subjects". Not many people can resist these things. *Seemingly pleased with himself.*
Hojo: I did not authorize, out of MY budget, to not only have MY experiments go down the drain but along with MY services just so that YOU can rely on snack food!!
*A quick scamper and hush fell over the tiny town as Hojo ranted as loud as a lighthouse foghorn. I remained still against the wall, covering my ears from the booming sound.*
Szayel: From the amount already, you'll still have their precious resources to-
Hojo: That isn't the point!! This wasn't the first time you ordered food out of funding! And I doubt my prisoners this small would need all of that.
*Now Breathing again, I tried to sing softer and more precise. From outside, the tune was picked up.*
Hojo: *Quickly calm and with evil intent.* Well… it looks like our little caged bird can sing.
*He drew nearer to the mansion, I stopped singing for a moment and grasped back behind the walls. I saw large fingers prying from the balcony windows, feeling their way in the tiny room.*
Hojo: I know you're in there. *Feeling along a dresser and nearer to the master bed. His fingers now dangerously closing in on me, his index up against me.* Got you!
*His wrist turned, and I got a full look at his fingers, coarse and strong wrapping around me. I yelped out and tried to squirm, grip tighter and giant fingers now wrapped around me. I bring my mouth down and bit hard on the skin, hearing a wild cry outside that sounded like an echoing quake; still biting down as hard as I could until his fingers flung out of the doorway. I tried to catch my breath and placed my hand on my chest. My heart pounded and my skin tingled: something was happening to me as I see the room "lowering down" and my gown cloth riding up with me. I was growing again and nearing the ceiling.*
Hojo: You stubborn brat!
*He cried out, ready to get me out again. But Szayel stopped him.*
Hojo: What are you doing??
Szayel: You said so yourself. She's important to us. She just needs a lesson in manners.
*Hojo pushes his arm away.*
Hojo: How interesting then that you've taken a special attention to her.
*My head hit the ceiling with a yelp coming from my lips, bringing their attention. Before Hojo could try again, Szayel stood and leaned in front of the doll mansion.*
Szayel: Don't get your pressure too high, Hojo. Remember, you're already upset about the invoice. And with the amount already ordered, it will be a long time before it would happen again.
Hojo: *Snidish.* Then I'll remind you that you're not the only one experimenting on this project. Don't think you can take me for a fool that I don't know what you're trying to do behind my back. *He makes his leave for the door.* And when I do, you'll find yourself among the masses AND your little precious brat!
*The door swung back hard, jolting me greatly. Szayel let out a frustrated sigh, both of his fists balled up. A tight hand smashed on the counter as he violently shoved the rags and glass vials off the surface with everything cracking and crinkling on the floor.*
*I tried to concentrate on controlling my growth, wanting to be big enough to climb out but was stopped, halting by a greater control on me. Was it a part of my mind telling me to keep like this longer to find a way out or the injections from before keeping me stuck this small? With nothing else to do, I focused back on shrinking to the few inches again. My back thumped against the wall as I slid down with my knees up, my eyes shut tight and face heating up with tears breaking through my eyelashes. Prisoners: hard to say of who had it the worse.*
*I slumped to the tiny queen sized bed and rolled on top, a blanket already crumpled out for me to just cover myself with as my sadness grew. I keep thinking back to Heather, with her mommy smaller than a Barbie, I keep thinking of Craig and Ginger and Uncle Steve, along with Demyx and Xiggy and even Jan; I also wondered if that bastard did something to Killer as well; but I thought back to Luke the most. Would he know something had happened by now and if he did, would they know to find me here or just blissfully unaware of where I really was. It would be nice if I had the time of my life on my own personal vacation, as this was definitely not what I had in mind. But then it was my own choice to come here and play the hero; which made me upset further.*
*I couldn't tell when I fell asleep or how long I was out; I barely comprehended what time or even what part of the day it was save for any mention of the time when hearing Szayel writing his notes. I drifted along, feeling the lull of sleep as the only escape from my situation.*
*Now huddled along the blanket, there was a slight poke on my shoulder; I quickly thought it was a nerve twitch and dismissed it. Then, it felt like a hand now rubbing my shoulder, shaking me gently. I rolled and turned, a little disoriented from the sudden sleep and waking period; a presence now in the dark and from a distant light in the larger room. I squinted as if that would good any good and fumbled for my glasses, now already in someone else's hand. Putting them on, the figure was tall and thin; was it who I thought it was?*
Me: Wai-t. Who's here?
Szayel: Who else would it be, you silly girl?
Me: Szayel wai…? *Sitting up* How are you here? How ARE you here?
Szayel: *Chuckling* I think you should've asked 'how did I?'
Me: I don't understand. Did he do this to you-
Szayel: *Shaking his head* No, he didn't. I did this to myself.
Me: But how? Not from what I got or what these people-
Szayel: It's a little more organic than that. I must say that your notion from before that was slightly spot on. There's no hiding it from you now. I won't bore you with any frivolous details of my past, but I was changed back then and I have my own special skills unlike anyone else. And this wouldn't be the first time I'm involved with another crackpot's schemes, save for when I was a guinea pig originally. Among other test subjects. For another lunatic doctor.
*Hearing him explain now popped into my head who he was talking about. It seemed Killer wasn't the only one that escaped from him.*
Szayel: And now I have to live with, or until I find a cure, what he had done to me.
Me: Meaning?
Szayel *Sullen, looking out into nothing*: I suppose you eat for sustenance and pleasure just like anyone else, with any added benefit completed over time. Unfortunately for me, it is a bizarre opposite. In order for me to be close to your current size, I had to eat something in particular to reduce myself.
Me: You mean… like Alice did? From the book.
Szayel: One food makes you larger and one food makes you small… I take you now understand what those Fat Cakes were really for?
Me: *I nodded* I didn't even know Fat Cakes were real.
Szayel: I'm glad to say though that such cakes did not make me fat. It's still a heavy burden on me to try to promote a façade among humans if being around food was involved. I've developed my own sustenance to keep my health and strength up; a secret project of mine he might already know of and keep pressing me… *his annoyance showing.*
Me: But if this is what food does to you, why don't you use it against him? That way, it would make it easier to get what you're looking for.
Szayel: You would think that, but it's too easy to be caught. If Hojo ever found out my connection to this mad man… well, you heard what he threatened.
Me: Is it really important then to get it? What even makes it so?
Szayel: An item-a weapon manipulated by scientific design that I stole, or stolen back. It has been very useful for me when it ever was necessary. Imagine of what else it can perform…and it may just be your way out too.
Me: *I eyed down, thinking* But then, couldn't you shrink yourself down to where the weapon is being hid?
Szayel: Excellent idea, but if only I knew where it was. Trying to gander anything else on him have been for nothing. The rest of him is locked tight.
Me: Hmm. Sounds like you need a partner. No sense is going alone. Look what happened to me.
Szayel: Already noted. And you're certainly not like most humans, despite gaining abilities beyond your genetics.
Me: He mentioned about that. What does he mean?
Szayel: Let's focus on one thing for now. First…
Chapter 36: Book 2 Chapter 8: Dollhouse Syndrome
Summary:
Allie and an unlikely ally team up.
Chapter Text
*He explained his plan to me as he went to the balcony sill and looked for anything suspicious. He then jumped off as I scrambled forward, wondering what he was thinking doing that, as I greeted him back, a foot or two taller now; he must’ve had a rationing on him. The tiny people came out to their windows and lights turned on, a few lurking out of their houses. Szayel looked on them with an evil smile as they cowered back. He turned back to me, picking me up and holding me against him, feeling his body pressing out and along the leap off the table, as he returned to normal size and me on his palm.*
Szayel: Amazing that no matter how big one is, they still seem puny.
Me: *My heart throbbing from the fall.* A-a law of the universe, I suppose.
*Now finally being taken out of the room in who knows how many hours, I was kept close to him, hidden almost lopsidedly as Szayel looked down the many empty halls. It all seemed like this was a bigger doctor’s office than I thought, but then again it also had a secret locked room with tiny prisoners on a model table. Szayel led us to a door among the third hallway strip, an oak color with Hojo’s name etched in black font and gold plate.*
Szayel: *Quietly, as he lowered me to the doorknob* Quickly look through and see if he’s inside.
*Confronted with the large knob, I peek through the keyhole, and sure enough, Hojo looked busy at his desk. Scowling over papers and scribbling down notes took up his preoccupation.*
Me: Is this where he’s keeping it?
Szayel: *Shaking his head.* It’s inside his laboratory, inside here.
Me: So now what? *A pitched hiccup jolted on me.*
Szayel: *Playful* Hmm. Nervous by any chance?
Me: No! I don’t know where that came from.
*He lowered me down to the floor.*
Szayel: Looks like you’ll have to crawl under the door… that is-
Me: Don’t even say it! *Leaping off his palm and getting another hiccup.* Sigh, what’s going on with me?
Szayel: The quicker the diversion, the better the both of us get out.
*Kneeling on the heightened rayon carpet, I duck down and noticed how incredibly high the frame was; it looked like I just might be able to crawl under as I slowly moved in, the top only brushing on my butt and now made it inside, standing up and brushing myself down. The room seemed immediately magnified compared to watching from the keyhole. Another squeak came from me as I quickly clasped my hands over my mouth and streaked behind the leg of a green cushion chair. Hojo looked up for a moment and spied around; I hoped he didn’t see me somehow. But he went back to his work. I held my breath to make them go away, breathing out in bursts. A bad hiccup was not part of the plan. I now moved along the bleacher heightened chair and behind the end of the other leg. I only wonder what Szayel said he would do once I was this far.*
*Szayel knocked on the heavy door.*
Hojo: *Inside* Yes?
*Szayel entered, much to Hojo’s disappointment and further ire.*
Hojo: *Not amused* What is it this time? You forgot to mention any other banter to me?
Szayel: No, doctor. Actually… I wanted to…apologize for before.
Hojo: *His gaze lessened* Ahh, now that’s something new other than any of your notes you’ve given me. Do you care to tell me anything else? Perhaps what that girl-
Szayel: I do apologize for that. You see, I had to keep it from you. Only to let her guard down.
*As I passed to a long wooden leg of a side table, my eyes furrowed as my ears went back from hearing that.*
Szayel: I’m only pretending to be nice to her and separate her from the other experiments so that she’ll trust me enough to tell any of her secrets to me.
*What was this?? Was he really being this tolerant of me only to get me locked up forever or be killed? That…fucker! I should’ve known to not have been like this with him!! His right hand down his long arm out of sight waved forward, trying to give me a signal… should I still trust him? If the lab really was here and where that weapon of his was, I only hope there’s a cure for me to get back to normal and slice my way out of here instead. I now held hidden under the ruddings of a built-in brown dresser and drawers, sneaking and shifting down as Szayel kept talking.*
Hojo *with a devious hissing* : I see.
Szayel: I even… had to lie about where the cure was so she wouldn’t try to escape or get the experiments out.
Hojo: No doubt then you’ve lead her astray. And surely you didn’t tell her it was in actuality my laboratory, did you?
*Szayel shifted his eyes right and back.*
Szayel: *Using his smug tone, noting an open Fat Cake package on the desk* Of course not. It would be completely idiotic on my end to mention that.
*Now I was confused. Was he with me or against me? But… it really does seem salvation lies among a few more feet from me.*
Hojo: As it would be so. *Hojo shifted out of his chair* There are a few things to mention about this. First, I congratulate you on surveying this situation.
*I looked over as I kept scooting, then I heard what sounded like hushed talking, saying, “I’ve got you now.” And it sounded like Hojo’s voice. I moved quickly as another line spoke, “Hope you like an enclosed environment, you pink haired backstabber.” Oh geez, he knew of it the whole time and it looked like both were playing their own games. I finally came to what looked like a separate wall with a picture frame baring a drawing of the human torso frame, but found another door crack below. It was also high enough for me to crawl under; out of sight but now it seemed Szayel will be in the same place me.*
Hojo: Second, I’ll admit my own secret to you. I knew those orders weren’t for our prisoners. They were meant for *you*.
Szayel: And how do you deduce that, doctor?
*The mad doctor stood closer.*
Hojo: Anyone would notice the only employee that never takes a lunch break out of his research room yet isn’t dying of starvation. No, I figure there’s a reason for your sustenance. Translating some of your notes indicated your own concoction you’ve created. I have wondered though why a young, lean man like yourself would prefer using science to get his nutrients instead from any food source. But yet… *as he spoke, he passes back to his desk and pulled on a small drawer.*A lot of junk food has accumulated. *Not showing his hand from behind his back, Szayel had a feeling of what will happen next.*
Szayel: *Trying not to break but showing his cool didn’t help.* There hasn’t been a lot of time for me to take breaks. Not only dealing with the absorbent man but also making demands of the victims loved ones for you as well as tending to those “insects”.
Hojo: *Sarcastic* Yes, yes, such a hard life for a researcher. Breaks are there for a reason I suppose. *A crinkling massaged his hidden hand.* I think you’ve worked long and hard enough. Maybe THESE will help!
*He quickly turned his arm out and shoved what looked a white crumbly cake into Szayel’s unsuspecting mouth. He stumbled back, coughing harshly into his mouth with the cake in his throat while keeping himself standing.*
Szayel: Damn *cough* you! You lousy bastard!
*Hojo only grinned villainously; Szayel brought himself to a bended standing position but not for long as his vision distorted and not standing literally as tall as he did before. His white and black lined outfit reverting with his shrinking stature. He passed down foot after foot, gagging as his nemesis became bigger in his eyes. The mad man laughed and cackled at Szayel’s misfortune. Hojo looked like a simply attired building; the threat still rising as Szayel reached below a foot, a lowly five inches tall with no means to revert back.*
*Since I made way in here, I tried to figure out how to get up there, any little means left unnoticed for me to move up. A hiccup came back out, a few seconds later jutting another one out. I wonder if this really was part of a nervous reaction as I walked along the large lab space. Cursing the hiccups that keep coming, I see the long stretch of a table and varying glasses and beakers with colorful liquids. A large machine loomed in the back and it looked to be coming closer as I walked along. Even the table seemed to be lowering in my presence. I was growing for the third time and now a few feet taller, an easy quest to get to the working table. One was plainly labeled GHV:50 in black: the hormones from Luke, ones taken from being tricked into a physical exam I bet. Another stroke of luck came from a container on my left, a glass box holding a katana and a grey sheath. I carefully picked up the container vial among the crowd of tubes and beakers, as I heard a thud and gagging sound, shaking my full hands as the container dropped on the tabletop and crashed against the chemicals. My hands now splashed and fearing for an explosion, I took the glass box with haste and ran for the door.*
*With it slamming shut, I see a maniacal laughing Hojo and a very shrunken Szayel, standing and at a loss. Hojo then reached down for him as Szayel jumped out of the way, a foot out of the way. Hojo growled and had to rely on bending forward to catch the little pink man, who kept jumping away and in great distance for his size.*
*The box against my skin slid down and fell, breaking open with a crash on the floor. Hojo turned around fast and found me there, back to my old size and unaware of my current attire. And not long did Szayel take the moment and jumped onto Hojo’s pants leg, holding tight as Hojo tired to shake him off. Missing every opportunity to grab him as Szayel climbed slanted upward, moving like a quick rat as he climbed up along the large clothing.*
Me: Szayel! *Yelling out his name like I never did before, somehow still worried for him.*
*Hojo’s hand grabbed Szayel along his lab coat and squeezed him firmly as he moved back to his desk. He placed Szayel down and covered him under a crystal etched glass bowl.*
Hojo: I’ll take care of you later.
*Now turning to me, I didn’t hold back as I picked up the sword to defend myself. Except I didn’t count for an unusual feat of agility from him, his arm protected over his head from the sheathed weapon as the katana clinked and flew in the air, landing on his desk and pushing papers around not too far from where Szayel was trapped.*
*Hojo pushed me back against the wall door, his hands tight around my wrists as he looked down at me. Granted, as old as he was, some of his lines weren’t as noticeable even when he fixated his eyes on me, honing brown eyes that can laser point to an exact glance. He faintly grinned down at me.*
Hojo: It seems no matter what size you are, you still manage to cause trouble for me. Why couldn’t you have been a good girl and accepted your fate?
Me: I guess it took some experience to know when a mad scientist was using their dick as opposed to their “massive” brain.
Hojo: Don’t get too cocky with me yet. *His hands squeezed my wrists tighter, digging and pinching at the skin.* Do you have any last words before you’re through?
*Szayel pushed against the bowl with his shoulders, displaying his tiny strength as he pushed it to the end of the desk.*
Me: *Cynical* Yeah. Your breath definitely smells worse than mine.
*Hojo flabbergasted at that, then opened a free hand to slap my face from his back hand, my eyes slanted as it stung proudly.*
Hojo: I’ve had it with both of your sassy mouths! You should’ve been finished off when you wormed your way in here the second time.
*I then got an idea, but was interrupted from doing it as another ‘hic’ came out of me, falling into my stomach as I grew a bit. He stared again as I was head length to him. Another hiccup caused another jolt of growth, feeling his hands slip from my expanded wrists. A third hiccup brought me to Amazonian stature, the fabric around my breasts that once covered me whole tightened further, as I now looked down on him. Freed from his grip, I grabbed him with his neck under my hand, Hojo yelped out in fear as I tossed him forward, watching him slide on the floor just as Szayel got an opening from the bowl cage and climbed back onto the desk.*
*Hojo made a dash for him until my hand stretched out, with Telekinetic energy hitting him and sliding further back. Szayel had a golden moment to grab for the Fat Cake, a large pink igloo in comparison as his gloved hand took a handful out, biting into the sweet and creamy center. Another bite in shifted his growth exponentially, dropping the piece as he grew quickly back to normal size and crouching on the desk, grabbing for the blade.*
Szayel: So, *Standing up and leaping off the desk* It seems you have been gotten by your own game. *He pulled the katana out of the sheath, a slow ascend upward.* But I have one more move to make. *The blade now high over his head and lowered down to his wide open mouth.* Sip! Fornicaras!
*The blade pushed down into his throat as it glowed a bright purple glare; the handle drew onto his lips. Hojo and I looked in shock at what was going on, or even knowing what in the world was going on. His body suddenly ballooned out, taking me back by shock; a giant white sphere that gasped and moaned like reaching for the climax. Even then, I could say that I felt a twinge below me. The orb shape then diminished under electric glows, revealing a much more shocking display.*
*From the sound of moving wet meat, the lower half of his body became a multitude of purple tentacles. His feet extended from under them, replaced with a layered dress-like garment. His upper torso became a grey segmented form-fitting garment with white sleeves extended from the elbow and down to a wide opening at the wrist. Three, small, dark purple extensions extended from the elbow, while four long, dark purple strands that look like falling drops hung from the underside of themitself. His hands became white and his fingertips became elongated and purple and various purple drop-like strands appear in his hair. He wore a sort of headdress that formed a thin band across his forehead and along his glasses, attached at each end with a fan-like covering. His left eye dripped purple markings that take the shape of four lines on the top and bottom. He also grew four, very large gray branch structures from his back, two on each side, forming a shape like coverless butterfly wings. The branches have twelve, equally-spaced, red strands that stood like blood drops. They expanded out, became thicker until they look like feathers of a bird. It was a creepy and amazing transformation; it was like viewing the image of a scary yet artistic looking angel. And he looked rather pleased with his transformation, his attention now focused on the startled Hojo.*
Szayel: You didn’t think there wasn’t more to me than to be seen, did you?
*I judged from his change that he would be as tall as he was before, but even from my size I knew he seemed taller. Maybe…6’8”…wait, how did I know that?*
*Szayel floated down to the hapless scientist, grabbing him by the scruff of his shirt.*
Szayel: You’ll have to thank the good Dok for this creation. A much better experiment I would say. *He lifted Hojo up as his hand clasped around his throat, his arm raised high behind the “wing tips” flapping. Hojo struggled and grabbed onto the arm to let go, clamoring for air.*
Me: Dok! He… experimented on you too?
Szayel: *To me* I figured there was a connection when you brought that redhead in. Found out all about him but Hojo here interfered first. *To Hojo* You almost came very close to having me under your thumb. It looks like you’ll be the one that needs to learn some manners now.
*Hojo protested but was punished by a tighter neck squeezing.*
Me: Then you also know what happened to him!
*Szayel paused and shifted his head to me.*
Szayel: Pardon?
Me: If you were experimented by him, then maybe you know if he’s still alive.
Szayel: Why would I care to know that?
Me: Cause… Ach!
*I thought the hiccups were done with, but the same sensation passed on to me again. My skin tingled underneath and my stomach groaned, I moaned as I was sent to my knees, shaking the floor and the contents on the desk.*
*Szayel still kept a grip on Hojo but now more altered to me.*
Szayel: What is it? What’s the matter?
*I groaned louder, my arms around my stomach and my crotch twinging again.*
Hojo: *Gasping and gargling* The serum! You didn’t give her another injection, you fool!
*Szayel gripped tighter hearing that.*
Szayel: I don’t work for you anymore! This is your fault for whatever happens now!
*I cried out as it felt like the worst constipation pain ever. My breathing quickened, my body feeling hotter as each breath felt like I was being molded outward, pulled further. Too late to do anything as I exploded out, my growth spurts turned into seconds as I rammed the ceiling, my vision below blurred as I kept my eyes shut. My lap spilled out as it pushed the desk away, toppled and a piece of the top chiseled off. Szayel floated away from the debris, still gripping Hojo. My legs filled up the room; it would’ve trapped them both if Szayel didn’t apparate out. The room now like a womb as I laid on my side, only my hands on my stomach as the room quickly became too small.*
*It rumbled into the hallways as the walls cracked and tumbled down. The exam and storage rooms shook in the quake, more broken walls fell and care items spilled out of the cabinets. The areas exploded with growing flesh, crushed under my legs as they moved forward.*
*Szayel made a quick appearance in the model room, the tiny victims hearing a much bigger shake and fearing the worse. Szayel flopped Hojo onto the floor, thinking of a choice to make. Protecting these people meant a blow to Hojo’s plans yet Szayel never cared too much for them save for his own experiments. Then again, if it wasn’t for her, he thought, he might not have known what it also meant for them. The shaking took a violent turn; using some of his special energy he formed a barrier over him and the town as the walls shuttered and tumbled, breaking the research table and wall slabs denting onto the barrels. More debris tinkled and smashed over the invisible protection, with Szayel trying to keep focus.*
*Much of the building was destroyed as I now found myself outside and into the rising orange and red of the morning sun. I kept growing as more walls and fixtures fell apart. It looked as though in this moment I was becoming a monster too. Remembering how Luke feared of being like this, unable to control it; and now I wondered if I crushed them, Szayel or those people… I kept hyperventilating, without my amulet, I had to keep the anxiety under control or fear for the worst of what would happen to me next. The fluttering disappeared as my body now remained still, shaken but the growth finally stopped. Do I dare think of how tall I am now? I opened my eyes and saw the building below that could’ve come out of a disaster movie: the rooms could be been in wrecked splendor and any left untouched were exposed to me with a ceiling. There was one though that was kept intact. I reached down and pulled the top off like a protective seal from a can of nuts. I looked inside and found the winged Szayel spread out; it looked as though he was protecting the model town. But then where was Hojo? What did he do?*
*The barrier now gone, Szayel was relieved it was over; finding himself under a looming shadow as he looked up and found me. Now noting my modesty as I covered my breasts.*
Szayel: *Amused* It seems you brought this establishment down before I did.
Me: *Nervous* Yeah, but…
Szayel: Don’t worry. They’re fine.
Me: But how will they get back to normal?
*This time, I lowered my hand for him to hover over. Bringing him up to survey the area.*
Szayel: It looks as though my lab has been untouched. I also keep storage of antidotes there if needed. But who to use it on first?
Me: Hold on. Just use it on them.
Szayel: Then what about-
Me: If I was capable of doing this on my own but then incapable because of the serum, I might get myself back down.
*Szayel shrugged as I placed him back down.*
*A few moments later, I did get myself back to normal size and now wrapped under a blanket with a Styrofoam coffee in my hands. Police and firefighters arrived investigating the damage which I hoped that there wasn’t any evidence I left around. There were also a group of people covered and wrapped up under I would assume was their own nakedness. Some tried to explain about being shrunk and kept on top of a table and giants, but the officers dismissed it as temporary hysteria from the kidnappings. I wanted to go over there and tried to explain my side of it to them, but would it only make things worse? And not only that, I already knew Hojo was gone by any means, but no one found where Szayel was or any other people left.*
*Sitting on the ambulance bumper alone to myself, I heard a rustling from one of the bushes by a parking spot. Szayel emerged and back to his normal size and look, hiding from behind the ambulance.*
Me: There you are. How come you didn’t stay when they arrived?
Szayel: If I did, I wouldn’t look as I do now or then. And besides, it would be foolish of me to stick around knowing my name is also listed on any documents they find. A shame though, my revenge didn’t really go as planned, but *looking down at his sheath* I did get my weapon back after all.
Me: Hojo! What happened to him?
Szayel: Darned if I would know. Once I teleported back to the room, he ended up being the lowly worm instead and made his escape, more than likely in a secret shaft of some kind. Wonder if the authorities will be able to find it.
Me: *Annoyed* Speaking of lowly worms…
Szayel: Oh? *Realize* Ah… you thought I was double crossing you then. I told you to trust what I would do to stall him, right?
Me: Yeah, but you didn’t mention anything about making it look like you would rat me out.
Szayel: Yes, I know. But if I didn’t, I wouldn’t have gotten you angry. And you might not have be “motivated”.
Me: Meaning?
Szayel: The serum as you know works as an incapacity on a victim. But for a being like yourself, it only worked in keeping your powers down; pushed and swelled into a deep recess until too much pressure would erupt and explode in a frenzy.
*It did explain the great pain I was feeling.*
Szayel: That’s why at one point I stopped. I knew eventually it would all come out; it seemed earlier than I expected though. So, in a way, I was betraying in order to get Hojo cornered. *Sigh* I suppose to do owe you an apology for that, but that might be the last time I would.
Me: What are you gonna do now then?
Szayel: Well, much like Hojo and Dok, scurry somewhere off and hope no one connects me to this. But if that Dok is really alive, it looks like my revenge is still in progress.
Me: You’re really gonna go on that end are you?
Szayel: What else would there be? …and not like this is the end for us. If you do speak the truth.
*A crew trotted up to the vehicle, leaving Szayel to make his move.*
Szayel: Looks like it’s time for me to, as they say, split. *Before he ventured further, he turned back to me. He gave me a smile that was for the first time a genuine one.* And you: you aren’t that bad for a human.
*His presence was now long gone, leaving me to be tended further. Scary and adventurous as it was, this will really be one vacation story to tell.*
Epilogue
*The minutes felt like hours as calls were made. Luke tried to call the doctor’s office they were in a few days ago with Killer, while Beth consoled little Heather since it might be too much for the toddler to see her father distraught and then worry over her mother. In her mind, she wanted to be a grown up again but her child-like instinct wanted the calming security.*
Beth: *bopping lightly on Heather’s nose* See? *Bop.* Such a cute little nosy.
*Another bop brought a smile to the little one.*
*Killer only sat on the side beside them, arms crossed and looking off somewhere, either at nothing or just to look at anything. It was only the four of them then. Demyx relied on Xigbar’s help, warping around and gathering info. There was no word yet from Steve, odd that no one was responding from there. Were Ginger and Jan busy helping him out? Was Steve trying to make some contact of his own?*
Killer: We haven’t heard nothin’ from the others. Is it that hard to track one person down?
Beth: They might do it quicker than the authorities. At least some word is getting out. I hope she’ll be okay.
Killer: …
*He continued looking on; his thoughts lost.*
*Luke still held his head up by his gripping hand, trying to calm the imposing rage welling in him. His height while normal looking from afar groaned along his skin and abdomen, slowly beginning to enlarge him. His mind raced over the helplessness of finding her, if she was safe. Too many times he almost lost her; the worst of it was now that it was her doing to go alone.*
*Just when the tension kept going and Luke almost seven feet tall, the front door of their home opened widely. Everyone turned to the door; Heather’s eyes gleamed and smiled wide as she recognized who it was. Alison was standing there, still wrapped in the donated ambulance blanket where she quickly made her escape for home unseen.*
Me: *Meekly* ..Hi..
*Gasps were collected with relief spread over. Luke stood up and rushed toward his wife, his embrace hard and enveloping as his arms could wrap around her twice.*
Luke: *Muffling his sobs speaking.* ALLIE! Allie… *Nuzzling over my head, the comforting chill relaxing me as I gave him my warmth.*
Me: I’m…I’m..I’m really sorry! *Keeping myself in control* I wanted to do this by myself!
Luke: You’re safe. That’s all I care about. *The anger subsided and his height returned to normal as he held onto his wife by the shoulder.”
Me: If it means anything, I did find out something about that doctor.
Chapter 37: Book 2 Chapter 9: Critical Bloom
Summary:
After Allie returns, Uncle Steve is the one who becomes reckless previously trying to save her.
Chapter Text
*After I got time to relax and settle, fully dressed and holding a cup of decaf coffee, we sat in the living room. Luke was worried the most as he kept his composure, since I can imagine what he’s feeling inside.*
Me: And that was the last I saw of him. I just answered what I thought was suitable for the police. Despite how I’m still confused why it hasn’t been taken further, I don’t think they would’ve believed me and might’ve been hospitalized.
*Luke sat there, his head rested on his clenched fist, staring at the floor in thought. Yet, there was something coming off him. If anyone knew what he was feeling, anger no doubt one of them.*
*He was holding back his power, but some of his height control began to slip out, indicated by the couch cushions and his body nudging into mine.*
Me: Luke, honey!
Luke: Startled. Then realized what took place, letting himself diminish, sighing. I’m sorry…
*For what I went through, I can imagine what he’s thinking. Easier with being able to pick up these thoughts. Anger among them, over letting me go at it alone, being identified for a scheme, me kidnapped. But, not really any anger “at” me. The fear of what could’ve happened. I then put my hand on his back.*
Me: I should be sorry. Just something in me wanted to take action then. I didn’t know what else to do besides erupt. If you makes everyone feel any better, I don’t take anymore initiatives. We work better together anyway. Just can’t do things for myself anymore.
Luke: *Fingers to the bridge of his nose.* It was dangerous of you going by yourself. But, if you really felt the need to, you could’ve just mentioned this before. Sigh. But that doesn’t mean you’re not useless. You’ve been more than you can imagine. I thought I almost lost my parents, or Jan. Losing you isn’t a guarantee. I do admire when you’re not the damsel in distress, but you’re not Jan either. Far from it. Just, next time, you have that idea, let us known. Then go wild.
*It did struck me like I was being lectured, but I laid on him anyway.*
Beth: Aww. They’re being so cute.
Killer: Jan’d puke by that. Speaking of.
Me: *Coming across those words.* Yeah, what about the others?
Beth: Oh, right! Let them know! Uh, who should do what?
*Luke let Jan and Ginger know I was back home; at least through Ginger, not sure what was going on with Jan. Beth tried to get in touch with Steve, but only spoke to Emmit, who mentioned Steve was still out. Demyx eventually found the news when he came back from Port Polvis by hugging behind me when he saw me sitting on the couch. I was a touch surprised, but not really. Craig did the same thing, porting all the way from England for the same “huggle”. A lot of this commotion for a time was better than being alone, shrunken and literally powerless.*
*Killer, seemed lost in thought, head resting on his pale fingers, looking down. I wasn’t sure if I should interrupt him or if he wanted to talk, but a stray telepathy came up with thoughts of being trapped, forced to “take” essence from others and their effects. Now reminded again of being trapped myself and looked over. It took my own initiative to reach my hand over, touching his, wondering if his powers would pick up anything.*
*Unbeknownst to me, something did stir in him, when his own mind was flooded with mine. Quickly looking at me and moving his hand.*
Killer: *Bewildered.* …That’s a first someone tried to make that move in a long time. *Now seeing some of my experience I could remember. His own intuition actually right about Hojo, but shocked by who else he remembered.* Wait…the hell was he doing there??
Me: Which one?
Killer: That-that pink guy!
Me: He called himself Szayel. Suppose to be his assistant there.
Killer: He also got in the same mess as I did. Can’t miss that hair.
Me: And if that’s so, he also has his beef with Dok. Can only imagine “his revenge” if even we don’t what happened to him.
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*Steve didn’t want to be pulled away from retirement, but it looked like so for the magic user; retirement only meant not being front and center of the battles. Yet again, there was another exception made. More than when he was doing magic in his younger days. It wasn’t easy being the bearer of events. Many years since his youth, whenever bad things happened, he was there to “clear” memories away. As long as he could remember, his young days of doing dumb things and when bringing them up, it seemed not many even remembered. Perhaps chalked up to lapse in memory with age or emotions clouded, but still too many times forgotten to his liking. It wasn’t until other magic users became aware of this skill, learning that he too possessed such talents; to be honed for better use. So that some things can be remembered to be learned and cherished.*
*His marrying days not any different. She too was a regular person, much like Alison was in the beginning. Elegant, beautiful, having her curiousness of the strange. Life certainly wasn’t boring. And any spotting of such odd occurrences that would leave too much revealed and quickly without explanation or knowledge. A time as well teaching that knowledge. Other types of magic would also be learned. Then, other relative’s children. Not quite an interest or able to have their own. Mostly on mentoring others. But with the two redhead nieces, one with more fondness, that was the exception. A lot of work just to keep her out of trouble, but fun nonetheless.*
*Yet, not even magic could replace where mortality trailed, beyond those outside of humankind. When she grew ill, magic tried to work. When worse, magic delighted. When nothing was left, that magic was gone. Almost for a long time. As Ginger grew up, with her own life, he only tended. Old friends tried to help, for support. Even then they faded, or became something else. It was only a sudden reunion with said Ginger out of those years did things pick up again. And came more times where his erasing skills would work, for worse, annoyance or better.*
*Steve, out of his current work, when alerted about Alison’s disappearance, he sent the message to and fro. He himself tried to call the office of Hojo, just after that examination was set up. If he heard anything; but no answer. Then trying his personal line he knew; no pick ups. Eventually, he decided to quest on his own. The others having to be in the dark for a while; to find how much darkness was involved.*
*Despite the office being closed, late work would still be done. At least a back door was open. Thanks to a few charms and a pick of course. He entered the quiet halls, pale and sterile looking. Steve thought Hojo wasn’t much for decor. Save for what looked like a plastic ball. Picking it up, a little bell tinkled. Odd to find this here… along with an open door, dim light inside. Voices conversing, except one seemed high pitched. Slowly as he could even for old age, the toy in pocket; he leaned by the side. Then, there was loud arguing, shouting. He recognized Hojo’s voice being loud, and another man’s. It was when the words “precious little brat” came closer, that Steve quickly diverted back, again as fast as he could. One quick spell to cover with the wall. Hojo huffed past him without detection, miffed about something. Now hinting of who this “brat” was he spoke about. When clear, he reappeared out of the wall colors. Making his way down to the main office. Hojo’s name in black font and gold plate*.
*Hojo wasn’t inside his office for long when there was a knock.*
Hojo: Oh, what it is now you-
*Peeved as he opened the door, only to find Steve there, concerned*.
Hojo: Steven?! It’s already passed business hours!
Steve: And I have some business to handle. Do you remember that group that was here the other day? Who I put in a request for referral?
Hojo: Yes? I would expect you to be more patient than those young folk.
Steve: I understand, but I should let you know something happened.
*This perked Hojo up.*
Hojo: About the redheaded man? Did his condition change?
Steve: This isn’t about him. It’s a friend’s wife; she’s missing.
*Trying not to give much away when he heard who he’s talking about.*
Steve: I tried calling here and then your own line, but no answers. I think I might need your help.
Hojo: My help?
Steve: *He paced around, trying to keep his own calm.* I do need people on the look out. If you have any leads… *He then spotted some files opened. “Luke Valentine’s” name shown, what looked like stats, readings, and the like.* Excuse me, but why is there something about Luke on here? I was only referring Mr. Fuller’s.
*Hojo quickly slid the papers away.*
Hojo: It seems they or you have picked up bad habits of snooping around. It was only just a simple concern for Mr. Valentine.
Steve: *Trying to look.* What concern may I ask?
*The conversation stalled just as the door opened. In walked a woman in an unusual get up: a black line across her face, blonde pixie cut hair. A bare blue midriff top with the rest a dark coat, pants and heels. She looked surprised to see Steve there.*
Steve: Did you also have business after hours then?
Snowflake: Unless I vas also to meet with you besides the dokter.
*Steve noted her German accent and the way she pronounced “doctor”*.
Steve: If you’ll excuse me…I don’t mean to interrupt. I do need some help.
Hojo: …Hmm. Perhaps Miss Woltez would be of some help. She also has her expertise similar to yours.
Steve: Miss Woltez?? I didn’t know Emmit had a daughter.
Snowflake: Who’s Emmit?
Steve: Now, now, don’t get me confused. Yet you do seem familiar…
*Now seeing a clear view of the files. A few lines to read. Not only about Luke, but something about Killer as well.*
Steve: But it still doesn’t explain why this is about Luke.
*Suddenly, a bolt comes over, knocking him down on the desk and then with a slump. Keeping still as he slumped further down.*
Snowflake: And this ist not about you! He should be out for a vhile…anyway. You said you had something for me?
Hojo: Looking back at the files. Yes. Both men are indeed unique specimens. A lot of anger issues they both have. And a coincidental connection to that other doctor.
Snowflake: I have only heard about the Falentine elder. Met neither of them. The red one had been a familiar resident. To think he vent from another experiment to a hot shot local wrestler. These things vould’ve been made much more known, but anytime it happens, it’s like it never happened. Bizarre, but it’s now becoming irritating. Any essences you’ve been giving me hasn’t helped, Hojo. And it’s just as difficult trying to get some from those interlopers. Nightmares seem to only do so much for them. There’s only so much my extensions can vork with.
Hojo: I have only been working with the individual specimens I have here. Just normal humans, and only so much to find without suspicion. But bizarre in our favor when Steven here, is already connected to these two. Along with the young woman, now in our grasps. If my assistant complies, we could ransom their exchange. And you’ll get your essences for your work. If he doesn’t make my work any more frustrating.
Snowflake: And if he doesn’t, just get rid of him. I’ve been seeing him. He seems to be keeping his own secrets.
Hojo: Secrets?
Snowflake: Familiar to vhen that outbreak of obesity occurred and no one still the viser when it just stopped..
Hojo: Realization. If it explains those snack orders out of my budget…
Snowflake: I don’t know vhy myself, but I suggest to leave a “bait” out just in case.
Hojo: It shouldn’t be long then. But when I do have them both in the office for “results”, they are in my care after you get yours.
Snowflake: Of course….
*Steven stirred a little, getting the gist of their conversation. His splayed hand on himself, a bump of where the toy ball was. A pull and then a quick flick, tossing the ball over and hitting the wall by the door, alerting the two. Now rolling to the other side, Steve used his other arm for leverage, aching as he got out. Just as he brandished a mini wand from under a sleeve, sending out a large blast of mist. It covered their view as they coughed; Steve hoped it made a quick enough diversion. Slinking off, the wand opened the door for him, praying for a magic of temporary agility to speed up. Perhaps to save Alison, but the office door opened. He made a mad dash inside elsewhere, closing it and holding it shut. He quickly sighed hoping for no detection, save for a pink haired man looking back, surprised to see him.*
Steve: Also seemingly surprised. I can’t believe it.
Szayel: Can’t believe what?
Steve: Just don’t say anything yet. I’m not here… *Quickly echoing as he seemed to disappear in the dark wall*.
*Footsteps were heard. The door flung open.*
Hojo: You, Szayel! We have another interferer!
Szayel: An interferer, you say?
Hojo: He couldn’t have gone far. Did you see him?
Szayel: I, unfortunately, say I “haven’t” seen him.
Hojo: Go check on the specimens and wait until security clears!
*Slamming the door. Steve reverted back out of the wall.*
Szayel: Still have your talents even at old age, I see.
Steve: No time for this little reunion, I’m sorry to say. I’m looking for someone. If she’s here…
*A blue mist seeped from under the door. Szayel now by the door.*
Szayel: You can’t go out this way it seems.
*Pointing to the floor, he removed a large carpet slip.*
Szayel: You have to go through here.
Steve: But Ali-
Szayel: If you mean who I think you mean, then leave her in my care. His “security” can detect intrusions traditional ones can’t. Even with your magic, it’s not exactly on par with the witch’s I’m sad to say. Any living thing not protected becomes nothing more than frozen carcass pieces. That’s why I had to stop *her* the moment it starts, it would be foolish to try and escape that way. The tunnels here should lead directly outside. Better hurry if she’s that important to you.
Steve: *Sighs.* Thank you, but I suggest you also get yourselves out after.
Szayel: Oh, we will. Just not yet.
Steve: Not just her! If I know a thing or two about secret tunnels, and if it’s where she is, both of you just get out! Meet me outside!
Szayel: *Intent.* Not. Yet.
Steve: He might set you up-
*Now practically picking Steve up and placing him through the bottom opening. Then shutting the shaft closed and covered. But not quite blocking out the muffled cries. Steve banged as hard as he could, pleading him to get out.*
Steve: Dammit!
*Giving up, Steve could only press on through the dim earth. Half slouched and walking, knowing his back would be mad at him later. Moving along different twists, until a metal ladder appears. He quickly climbed, pushing this shaft up and into the outside; through the parking lot cement. If it’s true escaping the regular way was not an option, are there any other traps? But now free, about ready to make an exit teleport, back to Ginger and Jan’s home, he only felt a sudden coldness. Paralyzing him, dropping him to his knees. A quick push of a button on the same wand wrist just as he fell in front of the two story home.*
Chapter 38: Book 2 Chapter 10: The Feedback Backlash
Summary:
Uncle Steve recovers, as Allie tries to make an uneasy patch up with Jan.
Chapter Text
Ginger: Oh my God! Uncle Steve!
*Ginger found him on the ground in front of their home, yelling for Jan to get his ass over. When he arrived, he was shocked for a moment. Seeing the old wizard almost lifeless.*
*Doing most of the lifting, they helped Steve up. Ginger frantic to get to a hospital. But Steve, a bit hoarse and weak, requested to stay at their home. Hoping to get him help and not much time, they bring him inside.*
T*hey set him up in his old room and immediately in bed. It was a combination of rest and work, living furniture on one end, with books and items nestled on a bookcase. An old heavily used table with vials and pots and books laid out. A few vines on the bookcase to table to cupboard and a larger cauldron set on a stool, with an interesting cap in red and white splotches.*
*Ginger frantic trying to get him warm; he was almost freezing after that attack. He only instructed to the table, where one of his books stacked, remedy spells. She quickly turns the pages; an illustration of a person surrounded by a glow. Recounting the words, Steve started to feel much warmer like seeping into a hot spring. Warmth returning, enough to make one fall asleep, even though answers were needed.*
*Emmit got word of Steve’s condition, monitoring his health wile he slept along with some Turkish delight.*
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*Back to the present time, Luke and I were the first to arrive, along with Killer and Beth. Despite his own stress, Luke carried Heather for me, who napped for a while in his arms.*
*Ginger hugged me tightly that I wasn’t use to, even from her. Crying herself already and from a lot of it, it seemed.*
Allie: Oh, Steve! *Coming quickly closer.* What happened?!
*Steve softly acknowledged my presence. He seemed so tired one moment, until seeing me did he look…relieved.*
Ginger: *Nervous.* It’s a little hard to know what. But he mentioned something about “Hojo”, “office”. It started making sense after finding out what happened to you.
Allie: Are you okay..now? *Myself now getting upset.* I feel…it must be-
Ginger: Don’t say it, hun! You weren’t the one that made him go.
Steve: *Tired.* If any..one..is to blame..it’s me. I put..trust..with him..I..should’ve known..better.
Ginger: Uncle Steve, don’t exert yourself! Who knows how long you were out there if Jan or I didn’t go outside!
Steve: I understand.. your concern, my dear. Could you..do me a..favor? There should be..some spare..vials of mine. Right in that..cupboard. Look for..one in..orange.
Ginger: Of course, Uncle Steve.
*She excused herself, approaching the old looking cupboard, the little door making a creak. On display were an assortment rainbow of liquids, each labeled. She picks the orange one and returns to Steve’s bedside. Uncorking it and handing the vial to him. With some support, he tips the vial between his lips, taking a sip. A warm glow formed on his neck, eventually spreading over him. With enough strength to sit up in bed; we were amazed by this recovery.*
Steve: Mmm, nothing like a warm revitalizer to get some pep back. *Giving the empty vial back; Ginger looking more relieved.* Now, as I was saying. Most of this fault is on me. *Excusing any interjections for a moment. Then directed his words to Killer and Luke.* I do apologize on my end for you both. For what could’ve almost happened.
Luke: We’ve trusted your judgements for some time. Only natural one knows what’s given.
Killer: And looks like our hunches were right this time.
Beth: You don’t seem like the type to have bad guys around. But what happened?
*He recounted his encounter.*
Ginger: That FUCKin’ bitch! If I ever see her, I’ll shove that ice rod right up-
Steve: Ginger, please! The feeling is mutual. But any magic user has to come prepared, including emotions.
Ginger: But she almost killed you!
Steve: Yes. I’m grateful now I got to see you two, despite my judgements. Hopefully Emmit returns with what I requested.
Allie: But what about Hojo? Why was he working with Snowflake?
Steve: I’m still wondering myself. While not in any magic circles himself, he was supportive of the potential as he put it. Enough to set up that clinic. For the time I knew Hojo, which wasn’t much, I would’ve chalked it up to a stubborn personality. Full of himself for one. Was he brilliant for what he does? Yes. You can imagine the wonders of magic and science by themselves. But as I learned, both were misused. And who I thought was a trusted side. And now too late to prevent the prisoners from remembering this imprisonment.
Beth: What do you mean?
Me: It looks like you also need caught up in others things.
Steve: Yes, yes. I don’t solely rely on spell books or potions for any endeavors. I too bared a burden of other talents, one of them being erasing. Wiping memories of others. Alone not only in handling that power, but having those memories with no guidance. I owe my help to all of you thanks to those in magic circles. That’s why it pained me not being helpful when magic isn’t called for.
Allie: Almost like how I felt…not being the only brash one.
Ginger: But you’re both okay now, that’s at least important.
Allie: Speaking of brash, where’s Jan?
*It got quiet for a moment. Ginger, uncertain as her eyes darted.*
Ginger: …He’s probably outside right now. But…not sure if you notice but he’s been quiet. Like un-Jan quiet.
Luke: Hrm… I know that un-Jan quiet.
Allie: *Getting up from Steve’s bedside.* I want to talk to him.
Ginger: Err, is that really wise? Both of you need your time to recover-
Allie: I know. But my recovery won’t help if I’m still bothered. *Now excusing myself.*
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*As Ginger said, outback, Jan’s back was turned. A cigarette in his fingers; no doubt just looking out. If watching anything, but just any thoughts that come by. It might’ve been with a clearer mind, but Jan wasn’t wearing his regular eye beanie cap. His hair now free flowing, perhaps not as flat as before.*
Allie: Hey, uh, Jan…?
Jan: *He turned, eying me for a moment before turning back to looking at nothing*. What?
Allie: Can I talk to you?
Jan: …Why bother? Not like you actually care to talk.
Allie: ..Hell’s that suppose to mean? If this is about scolding you when you say things or your mouth being a bad influence or at the party-
Jan: Not like I care-
Allie: What’re you doing out here skulking then?
Jan: It’s a fuckin’ cigarette break! Can’t smoke in the damn house, where the hell else am I suppose to? You gonna lecture about “drugs are bad m’kay”?
Allie: If you don’t mind me coughing, cause I really can’t be around it. Growing up around smokers for a time was fine, but now I can’t, but I do want to talk to you.
Jan: There ain’t nothin’ to talk about!
Allie: Yeah there is! You may be fine keeping things to yourself, but I can’t. Not anymore.
Jan: Well, I’m not the emotional type, okay? You know that. Gettin’ in touch with my fuckin’ shit feelings! Why bring it up?
Allie: Would you rather I try violating your mind the way your balls almost did?
Jan: Wanting to say something, but retracted. Thought you’d be for consent and shit?
Allie: I’m trying to say I’m sorry for that!
Jan: Well you said it! Apology fuckin’ accepted!
Allie: But-
Jan: WHAT else do you want? Just leave me alone.
Allie: Can’t keep avoiding each other either. Not unless you want our group broken. What about Ginger?
Jan: Doesn’t have anything to do with this.
Allie: Besides losing her? Or Luke? How much would you do out there?
Jan: I did it fine before when I tricked Dok.
Allie: How much of that’ll be a guarantee? Will you be fine when you *don’t* have anyone? Or would you rather-
Jan: *Angrier, fist clenched.* “What” other choices are there?? World’s already shit…
*I don’t know what it was that struck me, but even for his “honesty”, something still felt off.*
Jan: They hate us, Bro hates us!
Allie: Wha… *Was there some sort of aura over him? This mist around him? His eyes burning? The rage besides the sudden chill?*
Jan: Being alive again is still a joke!
Allie: What about all the cool things you can do? The fact you came back without one drop of blood? You still got to fight, isn’t that a sort of therapy? Not worrying about finding someone even if it’s the same person? Consistency?
Jan: Fuck consistency! That’s Bro’s thing!
Allie: Then why bring it up!
*Jan started getting annoyed, pressed for being pressed. Caught between wanting to say something or nothing. Or what did he really mean?*
Jan: Bro cares, a’right?? If Bro does…shit…when’d get so fuckin cold out!
Allie:…It’s not cold out! What if it’s you…or someone else?
Jan: Me? Who else, fraulein?
Allie: Oh shit!
*Jan, or his body, stood away from the balcony, going showy with his arms out, taking a more feminine pose, hands on hips.*
Snowflake’s voice: The younger Falentine does have that delicious rage. Vasted on being vith some “lame heroes”, und a lamer older brother.
Jan: The fuck does that mean??!
Snowflake’s voice: Vhat??
Jan: Leave Luke out of this shit!
Snowflake’s voice: *Annoyed herself and trying to play it off.* Vell you said so yourself. You hate your brother. Better than you. Able to converse with others without vulgarity. Actually getting a family vhen you rather have blood und sex all you vant.
Jan: That ain’t me that said that! About Bro, not the blood and sex, but I still get those!
Snowflake voice: You’re making it awfully confusing for the lady here.
Jan: Who, you?? Don’t see any other fuckin’ lady than Allie.
Allie: *Incredulous.* What?
Snowflake’s voice: Vell, aren’t you an ungrateful little leech. Maybe you should’ve stay behind to be one of my slaves instead of his!
Jan: THE-FUCK!!
*A large glow honed below my view. Looking down, it was my necklace pulsing. Putting my hand onto it, it radiated the comforting glow I knew of each time I held it. Holding it tight, quickly pulling it off, hoping for something. In my closed palm, I had no choice.*
Allie: This isn’t at you, Jan! Just to who’s lucky she’s not here for a slit throat!
*And my choice was to give a closed sock right in front of Jan, hitting his nose with a loud thwack. Indented and blowing him back, knocking him off and letting a visage of a woman in black, blue and white thrown further back. Her voice bled to a hollow shriek, a cold frost blowing in her path before dissipating to nothing.*
*Jan let out his slur of words, nursing his nose and ass on the ground. Just as I bent down to try to help, but not even sure if he would. For a moment, besides his grumbling pain, nothing was really said. Might as well just say whatever, since it’s what he’s good at.*
Allie: *Looking on the side.* Honestly, if you must know. I, before all this happened, when I thought it was just an anime, I did have this enjoyment for you at first. Liked you, if you actually want to call it that.
Jan: *Stops his mutters for a moment to furrow his brow, curious.* Really?
Allie: Blame it on girl mentality for bad boys for a time, but yeah. Guess you can say for liking any villains.
Jan: *Wincing, nasally, mostly from just holding on to keep from any bleeding.* We’ll…why not? They’re usually fuckin’ cool. Heroes…there’s just some lame ones.
Allie: I know. But would you still blame me if I ever pondered if “some” villains could kinda be heroes, but not lame?
Jan: Fuckin’ corny, but whatever. But…what if…say it wasn’t Luke, was still me…
Allie: I think with how we first met…how you were…
Jan: Well, I don’t know. Probably give me a chance…I mean not like bro’s fetish, but…if I got to see how cool you got.
Allie: Wait, now you’re saying *I am*? I thought I was the prude, uptight vag-
Jan: Look, you are, but I mean not fuckin’ always! The times you took on Dok, you and Bro, then saved the world somehow, Bro still not saying how, but if it’s like what you did to me…
*Now getting it together to let me help him up, And even for being lanky, he was still heavy. Guess my own force took the wind out of me.*
Allie: *Sigh.* Jan…I’m not, you’re not being asked to be all kinder, gentler. Considerate and at least aware would be nice. And I just only do what any parent would. Try at least show there’s nothing wrong with being decent or considerate once in a while. And not everyone tolerates those like you. It’s fine for you, but not everyone does. And little Heather definitely needs the care and help she can get, to not feel like how we were. At least know she has parents. Has other people. And I don’t know how much of it will be enough…but it’s just doing my best…everyone’s best.
*He sighed back, as if begrudgingly deciding.*
Jan: Look, man, whatever Bro’s into; whatever shit you and Bro do, your business. You’re actually better when you’re not…that prudish. More guts than gut. And whatever you’re worried about before, that shit’s passed. Water under the bridge. But don’t expect me to be that way with anyone, a’right?
Allie: …A’right.
Chapter 39: Book 2 Chapter 11: Residual Shift
Summary:
Baby Heather starts revealing a little fang as Emmitt reveals more to the story of what actually might be a story.
Chapter Text
*With this as cooled as it can be with Jan, we came back inside from their bedroom balcony. Ginger then enters; she spots a nicely bruised Jan.*
Ginger: Oh my God! What happened??
Alliee: We had some, uh, trouble suddenly outside-
Jan: The bitch tried to mess with my mind!
Ginger: Jan, how could-
Allie: It was Snowflake! I don’t know how, but she might’ve tried to manipulate things like the way I was. Like at the party.
Ginger: Oh, God. Let Uncle-let the others know!
*As we passed their master bathroom, Jan dug out a washcloth, wiping any bleeding besides licking some of his blood up in the process. He noticed a bottle on the counter. He thought it didn’t look like one of Ginger’s make-ups. It looked like a white paste on the outside.*
Jan: *Looking up close as he picked it up.* This bleach? The fuck Ging usin’ bleach for??
Ginger: Calling back. Janni??
Jan: *Replying. Hold on!
*Now putting it back and leaving.*
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*Making our way back to Uncle Steve’s bedroom, we let the others know what happened outside.*
Allie: I thought, or thought it was her just being in dreams, but if she can find other ways…
Killer: To Jan, trying to pull his leg. And what? You’re not mad this time?
Jan: Fu- yeah, I’m mad! Don’t care how many times I get punched or an arm cut off if I don’t get to feel it! If Al’s punched her, that’s different.
*Luke obviously felt stirred again, but can’t risk it when holding onto a toddler. The best place for now was putting Heather on the end of the bed. Crawling on her own as we discuss. Though it did intrigue him seeing me with that kind of composure and Jan actually holding his language back. Not traditional, but it was good that situation was resolved.*
*While Steve pondered, Heather was already up close to him.*
Heather: Unka hurt?
Allie: Aww. Yeah, Uncle Steve isn’t feeling well.
*Almost plopping in front of him, giving a little nestle. It looked like she suddenly fell asleep. Until something started overcoming Steve. A warm relief, not feeling as tired as before. A warm glow from both. We looked on with incredulous shock.*
Steve: Oh! Well…just, how do you like that? I don’t think I’ve.. felt like this in years!
*Heather started moaning, quickly sitting back up. Her face red and started crying.*
Allie: Heather?
Luke: What is it?
*Both of us looked over her as tears ran. I noticed something from her wailing mouth.*
Allie: *Inspecting.* What’s this? *Looking it over.* Ohhh…it looks like I see a little tooth. *But now puzzled.*
Beth: She’s getting her baby teeth in?
Ginger: Awww, and probably hurts too.
Luke: Allie, what is it?
Allie: …And also a baby fang. *Trying to note a sharp tooth from her left gums.*
*Everyone had their own shocked reactions.*
Allie: *Patting8 It’s okay, sweetie. Just need something for it, but I don’t think we have a teething ring handy.
Killer: Can always get someone else’s finger. Maybe someone who’s already with fangs. *Eyeing to Jan, who didn’t like being the butt of all this.*
Ginger: That’s still crazy even if she is part one. But it is fair if she also likes Uncle Janni 😋.
Jan: I already got my face in! Have her teethe on someone else!
Steve: Nobody’s teething on any one. Go get me a washcloth and a balm from back in the fridge. Just wet it and rub along the gums where teeth, and fangs, are.
*Beth volunteered as she went off.*
Allie: *Rocking her.* Just only for a little while, Sweetie. It looks like you’re gonna have to be careful with those toofies.
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*Beth was already inside their kitchen when she had her own company. She peered inside the fridge, seeing what refrigerated balm looks like. Turns out it was covered with a towel top banded over the jar. She grabbed it, having a quick relapse of the last time a fridge was involved of where she went. Standing up, Killer leaned along the wall when she came out. He looked at his black sleeve cuff since he had been without his signature red coat for a while.*
Beth: *Cocking her head playfully.* Keeping me company while I get the balm stuff?
*Not saying anything for a moment. Lost in his own thought and gaze.*
Killer: Everybody’s now wanting me. When nobody could give a damn about me.
Beth: *Confused.* What do you mean? You don’t think I, or we, do?
Killer: …You wouldn’t understand-
Beth: Not being treated like a freak? *She puts the balm jar on the table to give her take.* Or think you’re just a dumb hillbilly cause you’re from the South or family are?? The mocked weirdo cause you enjoy weird stuff?? Then, no, I guess I don’t!
*He turned his focus back to her, almost confused. Her eyes ready to gleam.*
Killer: Betty, I didn’t mean-
Beth: I don’t know exactly what happened to you, but don’t think for a moment I don’t know what it’s like! And think when somebody actually does show you kindness that it’s for nothing! To think that somebody out there is also like you, and…and hope they do the same, but still they let you down!
Killer: No-I don’t, I didn’t mean you! I mean…(*sighs*) dammit! I’m sorry! I’m not really good at this. Never was. Guess wrestling really was my calling, if that’s all I’m good for. But…at least I’m in control of something for once. Not taking anyone’s shit. If what happened to me meant anything…if I have to be around people.
Beth: But not.
*He wasn’t sure by that remark.*
Beth: You have to be with people, but nothing else. You want to, (*turning around*) but can’t. Or don’t, but do. Maybe…if you could trade that thing about you. That gives you something, just to have it.
*Killer he was puzzled for a moment, until something came back to him.*
Killer: Shit… Looking to the side. You weren’t offered something too, were you?
Beth: I just went to school here, that’s all. Someone talked to my family about it. Not the gifted kind of school I thought it was at first. But, they did provide the makeup I- (*Catching herself, holding her tongue before anymore slipped*). Since I normally don’t wear any, and thought of trying it. (*To Killer*) Did someone offer you to go to school?
Killer: *Shook his head.* Nah…was shifting at a bar one night.
*Slowly walking over to the table. A thought occurred to Beth; she wanted to hear these, but she excused herself. Back in the kitchen, readying hot tea and scrounging for snacks. She found some egg cookies and unopened ones and set them all up on the table.*
Killer: What’s all this for?
Beth: *Nervous*. Kinda custom where I’m from. Setting up tea, snacks for guests. *Sitting on the table’s side.* And don’t worry, nothing cinnamon as I know. But…you were saying?
Killer: Err…it was at the bar one night. German guy came up. Don’t know how he knew about me, but the money sounded nice. Even had a place to stay. But it got weird. Sighs. One minute I’m home doing my thing. The next, off in a secret jungle just as quick. Drugs were involved a lot of the time the more I was doing. Taking energies. Lot of memories. Surgeries. Break ups. I actually thought I was a soldier at one point, went to the guy’s home and his wife didn’t recognize me. That one was before the experiments though.
*He held onto his cup but not for long, just staring and talking.*
Killer: It was common having so many memories not mine. And easy to know what people think of you. His fingers flexed along the table. And having actual surgeries. Injections. Those midgets gettin’ used as well. Same German guy havin’ the time of his life with me. Boasting how powerful I am and stuff. Went through so much I thought I’d actually saw a human cat. Also German. Didn’t see it much. Not even before everything went down. Even saw some crazy monsters there. Red one, yellow one, green one. Green one looked hot but probably fucked up. Don’t know what Luke ever saw. And what I saw. Save what that power felt like Dok was talking about. Being in control over everything…everyone…you want so much of it…you’re still wanting it…like a high that never stops. And it was better when you’re literally high. But it goes as quickly. I only remember when it happens…and then forget. Like the memories, but nothing. I don’t know how to explain it.
*Now turning to Beth.*
Killer: I think I know what you meant. And..not any different from me. But if you went through what I did…it’d be worse for you. You’re too sweet than what you can do. Can’t imagine being both red AND blue though.
*Beth finally perked up after just watching and listening.*
Beth: But the blue’s-
Killer: What you have. What you hide. But can’t hide from suckers like me.
*Beth’s face softened, as she too looked down, feeling embarrassed.*
Killer: But that’s you. You didn’t choose to be. But I didn’t either.
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*After a while, there was a long, drone out ringing.*
Allie: That sounds very long for a door bell.
Steve: Then it must mean someone is trustworthy to enter. Had it specifically crafted for when these things started.
Ginger: Better than using a security camera, as Uncle Steve claims.
*Downstairs, with most of us already moving below, Ginger looked through the eye hole. Beth and Killer looked over from the table as company appeared. Beth quickly stood, realizing her task escaped her and grabbed for the balm. She helped me use the towel on the jar while in the kitchen, wetting it and with a little slab to gently rub around a regular incoming tooth, and careful around the fang. Heather squeaked a bit from the balm’s effects before her cries lessened and back to quiet. Now patting her back.*
Ginger: Oh! Emmit!
Emmit: *Walking in carrying stacks of folders.* Hallo, Ginger. Everyone. Sorry I couldn’t use a portal und such, getting a ride back, but I couldn’t vait for Xigbar any longer. It’s amazing how much time ist vasted even vith our modern transportation. *Now moving in, the folders practically slamming the table pushing aside tea and snacks.* Ahh, I see you already set up. *Eyeing over the goodies.* But I found something much more important!
Jan: *Incredulous.* Emmit not wantin’ to eat? Shite must be that important.
*Emmit eyed him a look.*
Jan: What! I said “shite”, not exactly the same thing.
Emmit: ANY-vay! I ‘ave checked vith some researchers und haven’t heard back since Alison rescued me. Und everyone, I think, zhould sit down for this.
*Puzzled by this, we all sat around the table like any other time, social or serious. Beth gave me back Heather, who found herself sleeping despite the changing air. Luke and I were closest to Emmit. Jan, then Ginger on the long front end, with Steve at the end, and Killer and Beth rounded out the other end.*
Emmit: For some time, I vas pondering on what information vas available on my old self. It turns out…and even I can’t make heads or tails of it…among all the records they could gather…there ist nothing about Millennium. The same goes for the Hellsing Organization or any zuch private organizations.”
*It was incredulous. Just the awkward, heavy silence at first.*
Luke: *The first to speak.* But…that’s impossible. We were there. Jan and I were there. We had memories of the Millennium base. Our orders leading the takeovers to Hellsing. How we… Not exactly wanting to recounts the deaths. And yet…if that’s true…how is it possible?
Allie: Could that much information about them have been erased or not available even to other governments?
Emmit: *Tapping his chin.* That’s vhere most of the contacts und researchers vere vorking from. Through government allowance und red tape, not even any information they held. However though, a lot of Dok’s fingerprints und handy vork ‘ave come up. Or at least under an alias, but very familiar vith what ve’ve encountered. Und now I vonder… *Absentmindedly taking some sweets.*
Jan: *Annoyed.* Skip the suspense, man, and just spill it!
*That startled Emmit, dropping a choco covered fluff bite. I peeked over Heather who didn’t stir by that.*
Emmit: Err-yes, ja! *Clearing his throat.* I ‘ave vondered vhat the explanation could be. Since the separation, I do not have all the memories nor much of my own yet, sadly, or else this vould’ve been solved much quicker. But, after your final encounter with zee Red Demon, some unfolding has been undone. If there vas no Millennium here, the conflict must’ve taken place elsewhere.
Allie: *Furrowing my brow.* Elsewhere? You mean…another world…another universe?
Emmit: That…could very much be it!
Jan: Like AU shit? Some comic book shit?
Ginger: Is something like that even possible?
Steve: If from a powerful, shifting demon.
Killer: *Interrupting.* Wait a minute. You said a demon? Like rainbow ones? There was a red one that was like the head. Big yellow one. A snake one. Luke’s ex. They kept talking about “relieving” the doctor if some bargaining chips weren’t brought back…
Steve: Hold it! The one’s we’ve encountered. And I don’t think we’ve fully explained that part.
Ginger: And you said “bargaining chips”. Do they mean the guys?
Killer: Probably. Didn’t know what they meant then. *He laid his two fingers along his fore head, resting it on his arm.* Of all the stuff I got over the years, (the memories), knowing who they’ve been talking is the only thing that connects. Besides knowing what it’s like being one of them. Still having whatever powers I get. Maybe that’s why Dok wanted him that bad.
Steve: …I think for all of us, you’ll have to explain your side of things. But for now, Emmit, what do you remember ever since your escape?
Emmit: Hmm, yes…I do remember Dok meeting someone…ve were only medical students back then, und so-
Jan: HOLD UP! Wait a GODDAMN minute!
*Further altered even more with the sudden outburst. Heather started stirring awake and just looked around groggy.*
Ginger: Nice job, Janni, waking her up.
Allie: *Sighs.* Maybe I’ll sit with her for a while to try to get her tired again.
*I stood back up to excuse myself, and it wasn’t until I was a few feet away heading upstairs that she started moaning.*
Allie: Ohh, it’s okay, hun. Toofies still bothering you?
*I come back for the jar as she quieted down again. Still giving her a comfort as I walk back. Heather immediately moaned again. This was getting perplexing; but curious as I walked back and she quieted down. I take one step away and she moaned. One step back, quiet.*
Emmit: My vord…very peculiar.
Allie: *Incredulous*. This is some cartoon logic.
Jan: Like what, tie a bow on one end and it comes out the other end shit?
Ginger: Uh, might have to still tone it down, Jan. She’s a baby, not a gun.
*Heather reached her little arm out, tiny fingers grasping like before. Though this time near Jan.*
Jan: What?
Allie: Umm…
Luke: *Putting in some amusement the way Jan would.* I think, Heather wants to be near her uncle.
Allie: Could that be?
Killer: *Smirking.* Probably isn’t man enough or wanting that side shown. I can always find out-
Jan: Shhf!- *Putting a finger up in the air, trying to curb himself more than already.* If it keeps her from cryin’, whatever.
*I loosen her up from my arms and helped Jan settle her in, keeping her steady. She immediately flopped her head to his chest. All of us taken by surprised. Not sure if she’s okay, but now falling asleep like before.*
Killer: Heh, guess I didn’t need to do anything.
Beth: Awww.
Ginger: Little Heathie loves her Uncle Janni.
*Jan only rolled his eyes as we sat back down. He waved his hand in gesture for Emmit to continue.*
Emmit: Er-yes..as I vas saying. For a time, I’ve forgotten I vas my own person. I said ve vere medics training in school. Both of us brilliant in our own right. Yet, he seemed to struggle on zee social end. More interested in his vork to the point of exhaustion. But, you could say he put as much away as I do. I myself gaining vhile he still the thin type. Much to say, very unbelievable vith how he could hide his true size. He offered help vith that, stating it could prove useful in research. But…instead of losing any veight…I lost more than that. Both going between consciousness inside him und vhatever he was doing. Unsure how much vas me…or him. Before I eventually found my vays out. Back at zee store vhen he vas there. Und found that salvation, using the same method Dok had used for years. The other thanks to zee demon.
Allie: *Blink.*+ The same method he had? But back then, it was like being another place…
Emmit: Inside him. Simple absorption. Like before. Inside his subconscious for decades. Until you vere brave enough to take me out.
Jan: Geez, you made it sound Dok ate you or somethin’!
Allie: And I already went through enough vore for one life.
Steve: And it was Luxor’s demon who gave him that power?
Emmit: More than gave it zeemed. I still don’t know the other details. But I imagine it helped him help "Millennium". And just as the Nazi’s vere gaining their control in that vorld as vell.
Luke: But, where do Jan and I fit into this?
Emmit: …For now, I only know it’s being unique vampires. And going between universes in between is still hazy. I only hope I have been some help.
Allie: As we said, you’ve been very helpful. More than helpful.
Jan: So no more bombshells for t’day?
Beth: *Gulping up her tea.* It’s already a lot what Ken told me.
Jan: Like I said, no more bombshells today. Got this little sucker already.
Allie: Hmm. And Heather dropping her surprises. I would ask you to swear, but I don’t want to encourage more than what I think.
Steve: It’s best to take each information one at a time. Starting with this young man (*pointing to Killer, who raised his eyes*) over here. But that’s for another day. Now, who’s up for a hike?
All: Huh??
Steve: Well…I did recover…like 30 years have been lifted off me.
Chapter 40: Book 2 Chapter 13: Fragments and Appetites
Summary:
(*warning (and if not your thing): blood work, and contains male weight gain and shrinking.*)
Killer is examined and absorption reveals things. Jan and Ginger reveal more. A domestic display with the Valentine family.
Chapter Text
*Before any hiking could be done, in comes Xigbar with Demyx trailing behind their open portal, in mid conversation.*
Demyx: -Me bout patience! Give him a break.
*Craig too followed behind, arms crossed, keeping up a chill.*
Craig: Insane way to travel. How do you guys not get sick?
Xigbar: Why you think we wear cloaks?
*They looked at the group sit in.*
Xigbar: There you are, old coot!
*Steve took some offense to that.*
Xigbar: Nah, the other one.
Emmit: Ermm…I know you vere suppose to be my chaperone (*fumbly getting up*), but this vas important to not wait und you veren’t around at that moment.
Xigbar: Coulda gotten here much quicker with me either way. But, no biggie, no pun intended; you found your way home.
*Craig then spots Jan holding a sleepy Heather.*
Craig: D’awwwwww!
Jan: *Softly mocking back.* Shut up, Whitehouse!
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*With the meeting unofficially adjourned, everyone got up, focused on their own thing. Ginger conversed with her uncle and Emmit, while Jan, after giving Heather back to Alison, slouched as he stood. Just as Beth was passing through, he quickly tapped her shoulder. He leaned in, almost inaudible for others to hear. She looked surprised by that and suddenly embarrassed, as she bolted for upstairs.*
*Ginger noticed the act, about to do something that would normally embarrass Jan back for doing something really stupid. Just as Beth came back down, holding up a bottle, as if to say thanks for reminding her. She was amazed by the considerate act, as she proceeds taking the mugs on the table to the kitchen.*
*When no one was looking, Jan eyed the laid out sweets.*
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*When things became quiet again, and it was just the two of them, Ginger proceeded to clean up. Yet she found the packages now empty.*
Ginger: *Blinks.* These snacks had food in them a minute ago. I know I saw them. Emmit didn’t even take any.
*Jan wiped his mouth when she spoke, as he lounged like usual in the big chair.*
Jan: Guess he can absorbed stuff, I dun know.
Ginger: Even after he left?
*She shrugged as she gathered up mugs and empty boxes.*
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*Since basing through Steve and Allie’s accounts, Craig ended up having his hands full with research. Hojo’s office’s “official” cause of destruction was a massive cave in; some rumors have stated a badly placed bomb. Any chance of finding notes were zero to nilch. Hojo still a fugitive along with Snowflake; both silent.*
*A common theme though came from the hostages’ accounts. One being a family member associated to a government official. Most, according to Steve, accounted for other magic users or non-magic family members. There were obviously no office accounts or records of a Snowflake or a Szayel.*
*Emmit looked over Alison for any issues. Any evidence of what kept her captive. So far, from blood tests to neurological checks, nothing unusual came up.*
*After a few days have passed, with Steve’s recovery, he got word of the official press work regarding the CNN broadcast some time ago. The growth incident was reported as a special effects shot, with Killer “volunteering” to be the subject as a promotion for the wrestling company, complete with “practical effects” as any way of explaining the destruction and then reconstruction just as the incident started. Apologizes then given to the bystanders for any anguish or mishaps.*
*While no word of Hojo nor Snowflake surfaced, things were still like usual, including a few notable moments…*
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*Emmit was working with some blood samples in-between checking on Killer one night. Unusual to do these medical procedures at that time, but he was both preoccupied with other blood tests, online searches and his usual snacking.*
Killer: Shoulda had you look me over than that nut instead.
Emmit: Preferable, ja. Most of my expertise was genetics und surgery. Unless you vished to know your ancestry. But, this is a good opportunity to relearn vhat the best schools in the vorld don’t cover. Danke for doing these so late…Ken. Und no vorries of keeping you as a specimen.
*Killer figured it was the last thing he needed reminding of, but was not the only one to experience being locked away.*
*Emmit readied some special test tubes and a draining needle.*
Emmit: *Rubbing his elbow area with a cotton ball after banding Killer’s upper arm tight.* I don’t know how you really feel about needles, but don’t look und think of something pleasant.
*Killer sighed and looked elsewhere. His mind thinking back to one experiment incident that left him weak. But then trailed to Beth, her concerns, just…how she makes him feel.*
Emmit: All done!
*He looked back over.*
Killer: Did you even do it?
*Before seeing his elbow covered with a bandage and tape.*
Emmit: *Pleasantly.* Must’ve been too focused to even notice.
*As he took off his medical gloves, Killer shlepped off the examining table, but suddenly felt light headed, trying to hold onto the table.*
Emmit: Oh, vait a minute!
*As he rushed in to help him, holding up his arm. Killer felt tired; yet a warm sensation built up in him. Emmit felt something sharp, promptly removing his hand like he got a sudden long pinch.*
Emmit: Ack!
*Killer still held on, not feeling as tired. Suddenly, new thoughts sprang up. Some with country meadows, a festival, looking through science books. And then a familiar face: perhaps Emmit or even Dok, but younger. There was a man in a red glow.*
Killer: *Grunting.* Was war das? War das wirklich Dok? Und Luke Und Jan? (What was that? Was that really Dok? And Luke and Jan?)
Emmit: Oh! I didn’t know you spoke Deutsch.
Killer: *He glanced at him.* I don’t.
*Emmit seemed perplexed.*
*Before pressing further, Craig emerged carrying a pizza box.*
Craig: Got some take away if any one wants.
Emmit & Killer: *Unison.* Great, I’m starving!
*Now quickly looking at each other.*
Emmit: It vas only a simple blood sample, not a donation.
*Shrugging it off, Killer took a slice of supreme, practically stuffing it in his mouth with a few bites. Then with a big gulp.*
Craig: Oi, man. You must be starved.
*It was the same effort with a second slice, as he already grabbed for a third.*
Emmit: Vell at least share, young man! Taking his slice.* My vord. *As he too wolfed his down.*
Craig: Better take my share before it’s gone.
*Craig was surprised not so much with Emmit’s appetite, but Killer’s.*
Craig: Might have to call you “Devourer of Pizzas”. Not too intimidating in the ring though.
Killer: *Big gulp.* Can’t help it. Just starved all’a sudden.
Emmit: I understand the feeling, but at least I come up for air in-between. *Excusing himself for a moment to step out.*
*Just as Killer attempted to grab a fourth, his stomach loudly gurgled. Repeatedly making growls that didn’t sound human.*
Craig: O.o
*Killer looked just as confused.*
Killer: The hell?
*The familiar sounds of groaning and stretching began. His girth filled out suddenly, but instead of any juice, it was pudgier. Fat filled his stomach up to his chest and arms, to down his legs. His clothes seams ripped at a time, unable to be contained. His shirt vest popped open to reveal a soft abdomen and extra spare tire. Pants hems torn at the sides with a few stitches clinging. His gaunt face filled out, with a chin hanging, wide back and wider backend. He looked softer and more rotund by the end.*
Craig: What the hell??
Emmit: *Calling back.* Vhat is it??
*He comes back in with his chocolate stash, almost dropping it when saw a much plumper Killer.*
Emmit: V-what happened!?
Craig: That’s what I wanna know! Wait- Looks at Emmit. Did something happen?
Emmit: Other than taking blood samples und him suddenly speaking German.
Craig: Ahh, shit man…looks like he zapped a bit from ya.
*Killer tried adjusting his vest to pull it down, but to no avail. Most of it looking ready to tear away if any sudden movements. Just as his stomach gurgled.*
Killer: *Grunts.* How do you even carry all this? AND Dok carrying YOU?
Craig: Whoa, sound pudgier too.
Emmit: *Looking over himself.* Und yet, nothing happened vith me.
Craig: Better call ‘em on this!
*As he looked for his phone, Killer felt the temptation for another slice, despite better size and judgement.*
Killer: Urgh…damn..still hungry…
Emmit: That, unfortunately, doesn’t go away…for you, I’m sure it could be nothing.
Killer: Urrp! *His belly jiggled.* Dealing with that crap…and that demon making up Millennium and stuff for him…can’t tell what’s real or not… *Stomach rumble.* No wonder why you all eat…if I look at another slice again-
Emmit: Vait! Vhat vas the demon making up?
Killer: Well…if it’s hic from you…don’t you remember?
Emmit: *Slowly dawning on him.* Mein Gott!
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*That same night, Ginger brushed her hair in the bathroom while Jan laid out on the bed. He would’ve continued zoning out with the TV on if he didn’t catch sight of a silhouette in silk. Fabric swayed as she brushed; a few bumps indicating her butt as it sheened. He slid off the bed, making his way over as he approached her from behind. His right hand graced along her body, cupping her right breast as his left hand squeezed a lower cheek. Ginger gasped as she noticed the sudden intimacy. Not unwanted though, as her hand touched his bare arm.*
Ginger: *Moans.* Someone’s feeling a little Janni tonight.
*He licked her cheek.*
Jan: What’dya mean? We practically do this every night.
Ginger: Not counting those weeks before. Rubbing his arm. I think: the times when we weren’t doing anything was when I told you a little more about me.
Jan: Ahh, shit, Ging, leave that for later.
Ginger: *Kissing him.* Then how come you didn’t “leave it” when you wondered why I didn’t turn that day?
Jan: *Sighs.* Like I said before, thought it’s like what happened with Bro. Al didn’t turn cause she ain’t dyin’.
Ginger: That was before that trip. I’m talkin’ when we first met. You saved me back there from those assholes trying to jump me. Hell of a bloody mess then. No idea who you were. Was surprised to see you turn up with Luke and Allie then.
*While this wasn’t his idea of foreplay, remembering his past actions did stir him further.*
Jan: *Kissing her cheek.* Surprised the fuck out of me then. I mean, what are the odds? Then telling you everything that happened and you still didn’t run. Bro would’ve thought you were another demon or shit, but he didn’t say anything, so I guessed not. Man, you even smell the same as you did then. Lucky for you, I did remember that. At least that was real.
Ginger: What do you mean, “*that* was real”?
Jan: *Trying to think while horny.* Eh-I don’t know. It’s like, I know I do things…but other times…like..moving but not awake.
*His other arm rose up, cupping the other breast.*
Ginger: I definitely don’t remember ever seeing you sleepwalk.
Jan: Not that shit. Like, there but not. What other way to fuckin’ put it?
Ginger: Hmm…like astral projection?
Jan: Huh?
Ginger: Like, your spirit or your mind goes outside of your body. You can see your body while you’re floating there.
Jan: ‘Cept it’s like floating inside or somethin’. Like, back in the old days. When Luke didn’t let me do certain things or wasn’t with the training and shit and went along with it, but the next, it’s all going on but I just watch it. I mean like both enjoying it but not. I don’t know!
Ginger: Well… *Side eyeing him.* What is it like right now? Are you actually feeling it? Or you floatin’ inside?
Jan: Hey, somethin’s definitely floatin', but that’s in my pants.
Ginger: *Playful.* Of course it would.
Jan: But, I only get this with you. Any whore’s before…yeah, lettin’ it out and shit. You do other things. I get my dick off AND a lot more. Even when I tried goin’ further and you weren’t sure. But when we actually did, at the villa…you had no problem. And I KNOW I was there at both. Still got me confused why.
Ginger: And still, after everything that’s happened.
Jan: *He stopped his petting for a moment.* Huh?
Ginger: That job offer. Why I was there that day. Our first real time together. Not turning and what I told you.
Jan: What? Government job?
Ginger: Sweetie, it wasn’t a government job. Just the magic one. I wanted to surprise Uncle Steve when I knew I was assigned that area. It did pay a lot of good money to even have those trips. And I got to see Uncle Steve then too.
Jan: Yeah, yeah, I know. But, leave Merlin out of it a while. *Visibly confused.* You said you got bit, but never told me?
Ginger: You did bite…officially. I thought it was just a really sharp love bite. And then you stopped, started getting confused, like you had no idea what happened.
Jan: *He fully stopped their play, moving back a bit.* Ahh, fuck…and then, shit, you brought up it.
*He was trying to look through his thoughts, a rare feat according to some, yet still with uncertainty.*
Jan: Yet you didn’t become a blood sucker OR a ghoul…
Ginger: …Unless you already became something? Remember?
Jan: Shit…I know you brought it up before. But neither of us said anything. Just left it and shit. Thought you were cool with it, not letting Bro or Al or anyone know.
Ginger: *Sighs, crossing her arms.* I’m just as confused as you are. Believe me. And interesting, when you eventually brought up your past. I had to make sure. I asked around. Not any criminal records, save for any news articles bringing up unusual stuff, but no names. Most records showed you two were dead as kids. It definitely confirmed what Emmit said. And if not astral projection, then what? That’s why I didn’t bring anything up. Why I had no problems with these. It was just between the three of us, (*Smirking for a moment*) one you just said to leave out.
*Jan was quiet through her musing, and still remained quiet as he sat on the end of the bed. Too many things were going on in his head.*
Ginger: I thought your memory would’ve improved over time. Guess it wasn’t from those early years of gettin’ high as you once put it. Thought you were also back to smoking those after those cookies and sweets I bought not too long ago we’re just gone. And Uncle Steve retired long before then to reside with Emmit to make any obvious visits. *She suddenly thought of something.* Wait! Almost forgot! Hold on!
*She took off out of their room and down the stairs. Jan was surprised by her storming off, but his head had more pressing matters than the “floating” in his pants.*
*Even though they had similar private conversations about it, he did* know of his memories. He knew of Luke, his parents; those are real. Going to school; that was real too. Millennium…they did get some training, but Luke excelled at both logistics and combat; Jan preferred action. Their past missions though…while aware of the bloodshed, and most by his own hands, there was an aura to it. Not like when picturing the image, but…he “looked through” as it happened. His bloodied gloves surrounded by a black base. Muffled screams but still screams. Feeling both the joys of killing and suffering, spilling the essences and the pains of it all. He wondered for a time if it was the same with Luke. They didn’t remember much else after they cheated death despite their physical scars. At least, eventually, when he was aware of what he was doing and not encased somewhere. Using violence when necessary without random chaos. And how it actually saved someone’s life when it easily takes it.*
*It was when Ginger came back, his thoughts were brought back to reality. She knelt beside him and opened up her hand, revealing a shiny red cube over a paper towel.*
Ginger: Just got this delivered today. Had to freeze some individually. Better take it before it melts.
Jan: A red ice cube? The fuck is that?
Ginger: *Pressing.* Take it. Maybe it’ll help.
*Rolling his eyes as he grabbed the wet cube and popped it in his mouth. It didn’t take long with sucking for a rare iron and floral taste to come up, going from a cold cube to melting warm.*
Jan: *Sudden surprise.* Wait! Blood!?
Ginger: Familiar?
Jan: …Ahh, shit-yours??
Ginger: And I know you ain’t diabetic cause the other day. Who else could’ve eaten those snacks?
Jan: I was- *Then cleared his throat while sucking. Trying to act cool.* The fuck you talkin’ about?
Ginger: Now don’t think you can still bullshit with me, buddy. *Poking his chest.* YOU outta know better by now.
Jan: *Still sucking.* Babe, I can explain-
Ginger: I know. But make sure it’s from you. No fake gangsta, no free floatin’-besides your pants! Hopefully my blood will also help. Still amazes me that you’re not like other vampires. You could still pass for human if you eat like we do.
Jan: Geez, I mean I do. But it goes straight through me. Like digests and shit. Can still use it, but still need a drink. Not like when I needed a beer when Emmit talked all this.
Ginger: And not just beer or cookies. Lucky I get paid well, other wise I don’t know how I can afford our meals the way you started eating with no one watching.
Jan: *Trying to think.* …Like you’ve said, you’re a good cook.
Ginger: Besides that. And more so the past few days. Bigger portions, between meals. And still ain’t that soft. *Going for a quick poke at his body, before he flitted her hand away.* You’re getting like your brother except he admits it.
Jan: Suck so? Faster metabolism and shit. You don’t see a fat ass vampire like Bro was unless they just fuckin’ binge every damn second. Demon or not.
*Just then, his phone vibrated.*
Ginger: And then what happened with your Aunt and Craig…
Jan: Now "that" was a demon. Hold on. *Reaching lazily for his phone on the bed table. Looking at it.* Speakin’ of… (*Clicking.*) Yah? Wait, clams? Why the fuck you askin’ bout that, Bro? Oh right, shit…and at night? Kinda in the middle of somethin’-wait, you’ll pay me? (*He grinned.*) All right then!
*He rose a finger in the air to Ginger as he got up and off the bed. Taking the call from outside their bedroom. With the wet paper towel in her hand, she herself got up and threw it in the bagged trash bin and proceeded to wash her hands. A sudden jolt came over her when Jan muffled a loud voice.*
Jan: *Muffled.* It’s like a term of endearment, bro! The private kind. Well, the old bag must be gettin’ it if her husband’s loaded! You use “baked” with it. I use that all the time with Ging and she don’t fuckin’ mind…didn’t ask bout your love life…just use another word, I don’t know. Pause. Hopefully it’s good pay then… *Pause.* Alright, fine…bye.
*Jan came back in just as Ginger came out of the bathroom.*
Ginger: What was that about??
Jan: Bro grading papers and shit. Didn’t need to be that pissy if he’s payin’ me. Better be a fat load if their homework’s like mine. *Sighs.* Anyway…
Ginger: Hm…looks like you just needed some blood in your system.
Jan: What’dya mean?
Ginger: Usually when you get into arguments, you’re not cussin’ as much.
Jan: 1: it’s Bro. That’s usually his default mode. And 2: money’s involved, so why not?
Ginger: Even with all those, you didn’t swear that much or get really loud and angry. Joking. Surprised I lasted this long.
Jan: *He frustratingly sighs back before he starts grinning.* Not everyone gets my special Valentine…
*Horny thoughts came flooding back in, his hand back on her, ready for a tongue session. Until another vibrate on his phone held hand. He quickly grunted back and answered without looking.*
Jan: The FUCK now Bro?! …Oh! Whitehouse?? Shit, man…what IS it? NOW?? Can’t be that fuckin’ urgent this late! *Pause.* I was just on the phone with Bro. Can’t you call him? Ya did? Kinda busy here… *Now curious.* What bout ‘em? Ahh, shit, really? *Chuffs.* A’right. *He clicked off.*
Ginger: Now what?
Jan: Craig wants us for something at Bro’s. Third damn in a row gettin’ fuckin’ interrupted. Should just make out while we’re there just to-
Ginger: Better not, mister! If it’s important, we have to do it! Especially if it’s part of my training. *Leaning in closer.* If you go along nicely and behave, you can do just about whatever you want with me next time… *Leaning in with her own kiss and tongue along his lips and piercings.*
Jan: Yeah, well…fair I guess. Better be willing and damn able then.
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*By the light of the table lamp, Luke graded through the journals of his students, with the tapping of his pen on his black sleeved arm. He struggled on one in particular. One with misspellings and slangs; while not necessarily against curriculum, made it a little more trying for him to understand.*
*He was given a trial run as a substitute for continuing adult classes. A highly paid one given the state’s salary for beginners. A very lucky break given his only referrals came from who Steve knew. How many would hire a slayer of serpents or remonstrator of monsters to teach adults about literature? Around the time Beth was introduced to the group, he made the transfer to her school. Slightly better salary, and keeping an eye on the girl.*
*While there was enjoyment in garnering young minds and hoping some connections would be made, the grueling reality of now dealing with students as a teacher was no different than once a student himself. The girls fawned over him, with reminders of already being taken. The boys showed cautious youth with an elder, but not all. Some hard pressed him why he looked familiar or questioned his sexuality crassly. Harshly annoying but nothing we wasn’t used to.*
Luke: I should charge Jan to read through some of these lesser ones. Or at least translate.
*He pulled his glasses down to closely read one line.*
Luke: Do I even want to know how they used “clams” in this manner?
*Picking up his phone, he made a call.*
*Inside the living room, Heather piled up her blocks in a neat long row, as a mini figure perched on top. Laid out like a castle tower. Below were her collection of fuzzy insect dolls, standing around as if guarding the doll or perhaps to keep trespassers out. Chilly Willy cartoons played from a ripped DVD copy of past video tapes and from online.*
*I was on my phone in the kitchen, looking over an older painting of mine: A set of large human lips on the bottom without color, alluring in its form; a strawberry on top as if the color on the lips brought out the color or about to apply as lipstick.*
Allie: Really? But it’s one of my older pieces…and you liked it that much? Hmm yeah I can see that. But when’s the show? A private showing before a public one? …Interesting. Hopefully I’ll have time to bring it down. But thank you so much! Bye. *Hanging up.*
Luke: WHAT DO YOU MEAN THAT’S HOW IT’S USED!?!
Allie: *Jolting me.* Huh??
*Heather ended up collapsing the block tower just as she placed her beloved bee in front. Doll and blocks tumbled as did her tears. I knelt down gently trying to comfort her. Not sure if I should help her with the blocks or the sudden loud rant.*
Luke: Don’t tell me that’s what you called one of the administrators- what? You add what word-NO, I DON’T need to hear THAT! I don’t talk of what Allie and I do!
Allie: Hrrm… *To Heather.* Do you want me to help you with the blocks again?
*Hopefully trying to quiet her, giving her a block but she throws it. Surprised by how hard that throw was at my body.*
Allie: Ok, ok! If you’re upset cause Daddy’s upset…
*Picking myself up with Heather before fully bringing myself up, we headed for Luke’s office.*
*He definitely didn’t look happy if it was whatever Jan was saying.*
Luke: I’m trying to be helpful, but I prefer to know what some of these mean, not as suggestions!
Allie: Uhh…
8Trying to get my throat cleared, indicating to him who got disturbed.*
Luke: Look, I still have to grade these. I’ll call you back.
*Hanging up the phone, he let out a long groan, bobbing his head back. Then seeing Heather slightly distraught.*
Allie: Seems an invisible dragon got to the block tower construction.
Luke: *Weakly smiling and sighing.* I’m sorry. Now I have to quell whatever Mrs. Weez thinks from Jan’s comment, or probably mine. I couldn’t think there were more than just Jan who were atrocious in writing.
Allie: Yeah, not everyone can go beyond the basics. Patting Heather’s back. And Heather’s not too pleased either.
*Glasses now on the bridge of his nose, wheeling his chair over and taking Heather’s tiny hands.*
Luke: That was bad of Daddy to just yell for no good reason. But your Uncle Jan is more of a handle than you are. He might as well be *your* brother. *Smiling* Forgive me?
Heather: Dada hurt?
Luke: It’s…complicated. But nothing for you to worry about right now. But when I’m done here, I take you need help rebuilding?
*She lit up, trying to sway his large in comparison hands.*
Allie: And maybe if you’re good and get a head start, Daddy could do more than help.
*My turn to grin back at him. I left for a moment to put her back down in the pen. Doing a check on the TV to make sure no issues with content. As I made my way back, Luke glared at the journal again, glasses placed lower.*
Allie: Say Lukie. I’m sorry to bother you, but can I talk to you about something?
Luke: *Looking up from his notes.* Of course, hun. *Pushing his glasses back up.* Now I can actually see you.
Allie: *Grinning.* Hopefully Jan wasn’t being a sort of ass there.
Luke: Besides just being Jan, this one student’s assignment does take me back. Can only imagine how far they’ll go in life if their level isn’t even high school level. Now I know why Emmit overeats and already too late to start smoking.
Allie: But not as likely of getting mixed up with Nazi vampires and what not.
*Luke chortled.*
Luke: Still too far fetched.
Allie: Anyway, I do at least have some good news. That gallery in the city called me back. They want to have one of my old pieces as part of a private gallery showing.
Luke: Really? It’s terrific, honey! *Slowly getting up and giving him one of his bending hugs.*
Allie: Mmff! Yeah. But that was like an old piece. Haven’t done much art in like…forever. I’m not even sure how well my skills are if..”others” had developed instead.
Luke: It must be good enough if even the culture in the city enjoys it.
Allie: Maybe. But, if you don’t mind me asking something else, how are you reminded of school?
Luke: *Remembering.* Oh. With Jan of course. Not many tutors could take on his needs, or anything else. But knowing our circumstances then, it’s more than tempting to lash out. And more work for me doing my homework and his, but only I knew how to handle it. Can’t really place a long distance call to a secret army base.
Allie: Hmm. I only had an inkling of what it was like for you. Besides any dreams I got from you. But it has got me thinking. After what Emmit let us know, and only having been bitten once and lucky to not become one somehow. How was all of that possible?
Luke: *Frowning.* Steve explained why-
Allie: I meant before all that. We weren’t together for that long. Blowing out a lot of conceptions I ever heard of the supernatural. And wondering how I was dreaming your memories…without any sort of blood involved.
Luke: …I had my curiosities about that too. Perhaps, what either of us have that connects…and the idea of extracting it…
Allie: What about actually getting bit, or wanting to get bit?
Luke: …You want to…do you mean you thought about wanting to become one?
Allie: I meant…giving you my blood on occasion…not go all the way…though I’ve had my thoughts about that too…actually, “doing it”. The other “doing it”?
Luke: Hmm, be much more intimate?
Allie: It at least would have two and two together and not lie about Heather’s conception to myself. At least I won’t feel like it is…
Heather: *Calling from outside.* Dada! Mommy! Finished!
Allie: Oh!
*Our conversation cut out by Heather calling.*
Allie: Ok. Didn’t take too long.
Luke: *Sighs. Better put this off for now.* Probably what they do at the last minute.
*Slowly getting up, he stretched his arms high up and straightened his shirt. We met back with Heather at her spot. The blocks progressed to having a wall, but the tower was bare.*
Luke: *Looking over.* I’m amazed how she constructed the blocks around the tower perimeter twice. *Inspecting.* And set up to look like a seat out of view.
Allie: I do wonder if she’s also thinking the same thing. Almost like an empty throne.
Luke: A throne…fit for a tiny king?
Allie: Pretty much. *Grinning back.*
Heather: *Pointing to tower throne.* Daddy? Daddy.
*He only shook his head with his own grin.*
Luke: Two against one. So much for monarchy. Alright then. Just don’t get too used to having a tiny father.
*Already on his knees, his eyes were closed and focused. He felt the rare pull, bringing his height down at a time. A few feet downward before it turned to inches. He finally nestled at four inches high. Heather squealed as I careful cupped up Luke to place him inside the play pen. While not exactly a new experience, it was a first for Luke feeling like a living toy among the blocks and plushies.*
Heather: Dada!
*Her hand large enough to grab around his waist. Still a firmer grip for a large toddler to his scale.*
Luke: Rrr-wait, Heather! Bit…tight!
Allie: Hold on, Heathie. It’s just a liddle baby, mommy. It’s just a liddle baby.
Luke: Baby??
Allie: Sorry. Habit from relatives. But you have to be gentle with Daddy. It’s different with plushies who don’t mind being squeezed hard or hung loose. But Daddy has feelings, no matter the size. Just be gentle…
*Her grip loosened somewhat. Using her gentleness to place Luke on the block throne.*
Luke: Never thought in my time, this power would’ve been appropriate for warfare. Now, it’s all nursery fare.
Heather: Dada squeaky like Squeaky!
*Elsewhere in the living room, a certain mouse perked their ears up. Paws on the cage bars, nose wriggled.*
Allie: Hm.
*Getting up, I made for Squeaky’s cage. Opening his hatch as he scurried and hopped on as I offered my hand. I returned while still holding him.*
Allie: Now you know this is also a liddle baby, extra gentle.
*Squeaky sniffed around, whiskers going. He paused to look at Luke. Something about this was familiar. Letting him in the pen, he scurried over, twitching about, getting a good whiff of Luke.*
Luke: Okay! Settle, my rodent steed.
*Squeaky eyed him for a moment. Then plopped his head on Luke.*
Allie: Looks like rodent steed quickly imprinted.
Luke: It’s somewhat familiar back in the country as a kid.
Allie: Oh? Where abouts?
Luke: Country side in England. Not like we lived in the castle or anything. Mom wasn’t thrilled raising boys on stone floors.
Allie: And you made friends with a mouse?
Luke: Now I wouldn’t say “friends”…
*Squeaky interrupted with a wheek.*
Luke: What? Besides that I can’t believe I’m fussing with a mouse while close to mouse-sized? Getting into noble character. Better fight off the monsters then, Squeaks. Defend our honor!
*Squeaky goes off, sniffing along the dolls. He bit one of the felt wings of a particularly fuzzy ladybug.*
*Heather in turn reached for her bee, making buzzing sounds and zig zagging it in the air.*
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*After that interesting bit of family time, I settled Heather in for bed. Not even a year old and already big enough for a trial bed with a rail guard just in case of any sleeping falls. I softly closed the door, almost knocking into Luke, who appeared not only regular sized again, but just as sudden.*
Allie: D’ooffff! Oh geez, Luke! You’re almost light speed…
Luke: *Quietly.* Sorry…but..I have something to show you.
*A ringing from afar went off just as he was asking. He quickly darted about before any more rings went on.*
Luke: Hello? Craig? What’s going on? …WHAT?? We just put Heather down to bed! What about here? It should be fine. …And Jan? Then we’ll meet here. Okay. Bye.
*I was perplexed by his tone.*
Allie: What’s going on?
Luke: We’ll have to take a rain check. And not get to bed ourselves yet
Chapter 41: Book 2, Chapter 14: Fragments Reclaimed
Summary:
Hypnosis abounds, delving into the dark pasts.
A few content warnings: involving trauma, extreme insults, implied deaths, etc
Chapter Text
"Fragments Reclaimed"
*It was much later in the night, as Craig, Emmit and an extremely fat Killer arrived to our home. Ginger led Jan by her side. Not being too happy he seemed*.
Luke: I see you weren’t kidding.
Jan: So what’s so damn important to get us all here this late?
Craig: Isn’t it obvious? Pointing to the extra large member.
Jan: CH-RIST, MAN! Now *you’re* a fat ass!? We got our own obesity epidemic going fuckin’ on here! You sure we got Dok before?? You can’t just fuckin’ assume until you kill the fucker yourself.
*Killer only glared back and not any happier. He was dressed in a larger set of clothes (which I think I remember seeing Emmit usually wear: a green buttoned shirt and dark pants), but without a lab coat*.
Craig: This has nothing to do with Dok! Er…not like, directly…
Ginger: Poor Kenny...can’t imagine being that big…
Killer: (*Sounding close to tired*.) Rrmmm, besides the extra pounds...still a bit comfortable...could actually sleep in it...
*Emmit looked away*.
Jan: (*Sarcastic*.) Gee.. I wonder what that means?
Emmit: ...Honestly...it’s zo embarrassing...but..it’s always helped me sleep.
*Our responses all of surprise*.
Craig: Whoa...thought the extra weight makes it hard to breathe. Breathing masks and all.
Emmit: If only laying down. It’s like a comforted bed all around you. Ever since that absorption. And even in between out of it...
Craig: Hmm…now I wonder what that means? But-other matters here.
*A gurgle grumbled out of nowhere, with the added sound of soft splotching. Killer looked over himself and found himself with lesser girth than before*.
Craig: Whoa.
Luke: Familiar, actually.
*I looked over to Luke. I then wondered if he was able to feel the fat melt off during the first night we met*.
Luke: But, I assume his sudden… “expansion”..wasn’t the only thing?
Emmit: He vas also speaking Deutsch very fluently.
Jan: Don’t tell me that was the big news dragging us out here.
Emmit: Oh, far from it…it zeems an accidental energy spat transferred to Ken…with some interesting information mentioned. Und vhy I asked Craig to have you two specifically here. Jan. Luke. You never really mentioned everything about your time vith Millennium.
Jan: Why bother? We came, we left, we kicked his ass.
Craig: Eh, think he means like a bio of you guys. Your whole life story.
Emmit: Yes! Perhaps if each of you, and Ken, express what you know.
Me: Yeah. I only know so much and tried to ask you about it before, hun.
Luke: (*Taking my hand softly grinning*.) Hopefully to satisfy this Allie cat.
*Jan gagged as Ginger poked him back*.
Luke: If Jan has no issue…yet…I’m now questioning everything…
Jan: (*On the same wavelength*.) Like really “from you”…no bullshittin’ about it.
Craig: Wait, I got it! If you’re not sure…what about trying hypnosis? I’ve been practicing it reading up on it.
Jan: You mean, you trying to get us suckers to do things?
Craig: How good’s your game then, Jan dude?
*His silence met with agreement, as Craig set it up with the three. Luke and Jan laid back in the chairs and Killer had the couch to himself. The rest of us looked on from borrowed seatings. Ginger and I sitting beside each of our partners. While not as tall as Luke, Emmit made due with a borrowed bedroom ottoman*.
Me: At least it’s not a high chair…
Craig: A’right. You guys just close your eyes. Get comfortable. Follow my voice and only my voice. I want you to let any tensions go…find that relaxing spot…no worries, no thoughts…just relaxed. Just sleep, going deeper and deeper…the most comfortable, peaceful, relaxing sleep you’ve ever had…
*Luke had no trouble as did Killer, easing back, softly breathing in and out. Jan struggled while eyes closed*.
Jan: (*Softly*.) Whitehouse..this shit ain’t working…
Craig: (*Thinking*.) The softest things you’ve ever felt…squishy, warm, comforting…
*Jan moaned for a moment, then laid back. Ginger quietly squealed*.
Craig: Slowly drifting down…going deeper and deeper…feeling so good…you’re safe as you go downward…just floating…I will slowly count down to ten. Each turn will bring you deeper and deeper, more relaxed. 10…more relaxed…9…going further down…8…even more relaxed…7…feeling so comfortable, so relaxed…6…further relaxed…5… feeling so heavy, yet so good…4… safely led down…3… even more comfortable…2… the most relaxed and comfortable you’ve ever been…1.
*They all laid still*.
Craig: Now, following my words, I’m going to ask each of you…where you are… start from any furthest memories you have…just follow my voice…speak as freely as possible…Luke…can you hear me?
Luke: …Yes.
Craig: Jan…?
Jan: (*Slurring*.) …Yah…
Craig: Ken?
Killer: (*Gruff*.) Yeah…
Craig: Luke…how far back can you remember?
Luke: I was…
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*Little eyes stared up at the tired looking woman, very happy to see him and in her arms*.
Lucinda: There’s out little son…
*Only the sounds of cooing came from the tiny blonde infant*…
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*Three years old. It was hard to sleep that night. Luke’s little nose wailed in congestion, just as he made a sneeze. It was also hard getting comfortable in bed, not enough room. The boy let out another sneeze. The bed much smaller now…*
*His parents, out of bed and in their night gowns, stared at him in disbelief. Luke eyed around his room, much smaller than before. Another sneeze and his head bumps the ceiling, holding back a wail. Lucinda tried to calm him, then running off. Keith could only stand as close as he could to his young giant son…*
*Eventually, Lucinda came back, clutching onto her round stomach, was helped up by her husband. A large pitcher in hand, gently commanding him to open his mouth. Upon pouring the contents in, Luke gagged, Lucinda and Keith jerked in response. His nose felt clearer and his height jutted back down, another surprised look on his parents face. Going between themselves and their son, comforting as best as possible…*
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*Jan, already 5-years-old and minus any piercings with tussled dark hair, rummaged through old dusty items in the attic one day. Luke, 8-years-old, much shorter blonde hair and circular black glasses not quite fitting his face, looked over a mahogany colored photo album. He curiously eyed the old black and white photos, noting all the old decor and places at the time. His parents stood in one as if posing for a painting, hard to see the purple attire of Keith’s, but Lucinda was dressed in more European dress ware. Her long dark hair braided. Uncle Joachim posed in a few wrestling rings. Aunt Hilda, or Aunt Hil or “Heftagarde” to Jan at times, while slim in a few, has a few curvy figure moments. They were told she had a unique metabolism as it were, common with their family vampire line. Their baby photos had more of Jan being dirty or rambunctious than anything else. Rare Luke thought when he was tolerable and somewhat cute*.
*Luke eventually found one group photo of a man he didn’t recognize. It was with his parent’s name written on the back and the man: Emmett Gerald-Valentine. Blonde like his father but with glasses, almost similar facial features. He had a smile that, while it looked genuine, he just only stared back*.
*It was then he spotted a dusty mouse. Black beady eyes gleamed, whiskers crinkled. It leapt along the thrown about items, curiously looking up at the pale, blonde boy. Luke stared back. It took a few steps forward, sniffing around. The boy tried to reach down for it, until Jan quickly snatched it up*.
Young Jan: There ya are! Chewin’ through the old crap?
Young Luke: Jan, that’s our stuff too. Mom better not see you with it.
Young Jan: Squeaks’ only up here. Ma won’t know.
Young Luke: If it doesn’t chew on what she likes.
*”Squeaks” scurried along the child’s arm, being watched trailing along like showing off a coiled snake. It climbed down Jan’s pants and scurried back over to Luke*.
Young Luke: *To Squeaks*. You better watch yourself. Mom hates mice.
*The creaking attic steps alerted him from his browsing. His mother, hair held up and under a bandana, appeared by the entry. Luke quickly jutted Squeaks away*.
Lucinda: Boys, there’s someone we’d like you to meet. ‘Urry downstairs.
*Jan groaned as he trudged over stuff. Luke set the album back down as he too followed. He followed Lucinda behind as Jan hopped on each step before trying to elbow his way past his older brother, Luke getting an annoyed quip before they were hushed…*
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*Their father was in the study of their quaint home. Warm brown in the sunlight, drinks set out. Keith, dressed in a white dress shirt and creased slacks, was already seated and chatting with their guest, just as Lucinda returned with the boys in tow*.
Lucinda: Boys, this is your Uncle Emmett.
*Luke found he was the same man from the photo. Tall, thin, blonde hair held back and large, golden stark eyes behind glasses*.
Emmett: Hallo, boys. *A soft German accent emitted back*.
Young Jan: (*Skittish*.) Hi…
Young Luke: (*Politely*.) Hello, sir.
Emmett: My, how politely formal. You must be very proud.
Keith: Of course. Lucy and I do our best. But it is good to see you after all these years.
Emmett: I have been busy vith my studies, and it took that much time finding you. I am surprised you’re still not living in the old country at the castle.
Keith: Raising a family is just as important as keeping up the family name. And hopefully Joachim and Hildegarde are doing fine despite their…personalities. But boys, (*noting the brothers still standing there*) please don’t be too distant. Sit down.
*Motioning for them to take their chairs. While the large chairs didn’t match for children, Luke encompassed what he could compared to his younger brother. Jan unusually quiet but still looked about and fidgeted*.
Young Luke: Uh, excuse me, sir. (*Trying to figure out his words*.) But, you didn’t see Mother and Father since 1950?
Emmett: Being too formal, I see. Please, call me Uncle, Uncle Emmett. Und yes, it has been that long. They vere practically newlyweds. Und now a family of his own.
Young Jan: You also a sucker like us? And your own fangs?
Lucinda: (*Softly scolding*.) Janni! Hush up!
Keith: No, it’s alright Lucy. Actually, Jan, he may not look it, Emmett is part vampire. It turns out we have distant human relatives from one side of the Valentines. He was brought to Britstoz when he was young. An orphan by then and I myself more invested in the world again. We had guardianship of him for a while until he left to pursue further schooling.
Lucinda: A brilliant man from what your father says. All smart and a doctor. That’s why we don’t hear from him.
Young Jan: Wow. (*Now perking up*.) You get to cut up people and stuff-
*Lucinda quickly slanted her hand over her face to let him know to not go further*.
Emmett: Ah, Janni, it’s not all the gory details. It’s advancing potential und healing. Treating the sick to make them healthy, better.
*Luke felt something odd from his statement. An odd sort of satisfaction like he too much enjoyed his work without letting on*.
Emmet: But vhy I’m here is regarding your futures.
Lucinda: They still have a long life ahead of them. No need to be worrying about such things.
Emmet: But it is only for reassurance, Lucinda dear. Just in case, forbid ve lose contact like ve almost did. Family is important. Let me get to know the boys more. I’m sure they’ll trust me if I understand more about them.
*While the adults talked, Luke still felt something uneasy about him…*
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Young Luke: Mom, do we really have to?
*It was night time as the boys were getting ready for bed. Jan, while already under the sheets, didn’t sleep just yet, with Lucinda checking their beds*.
Lucinda: I understand, hun. It’s all new and you just met. His family isn’t normal, but I trust your father. And you have some things in common. You’ll get along famously.
Young Luke: There’s something weird about him.
Lucinda: Now not nice to make snap judgements like that. That’s no better than people think you and Janni aren’t related.
Young Jan: What if bro and I aren’t related?
Lucinda: It don’t matter. Family’s family. Please, Luke, try to give your uncle a chance.
*Giving Luke a motherly kiss on his forehead. A bejeweled necklace dangled in his view*.
Lucinda: And as for you, my little imp.
*She headed toward Jan’s bed. A bit of work trying to coax him to lie down the other way, but she got him to do it. A blanket pulled up him, as he let his feet stick out. She brushed her hair behind her ear, letting Jan see the small circular gold hoop, as she leaned in for a kiss goodnight*.
Lucinda: Better think about getting to sleep if you want good things to dream about…
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*Decades prior found Emmit in his school days. He had slightly shorter hair. His glasses usually meant for reading his texts. He roomed with another blonde young man in glasses, on his studies as well at his desk*.
*Emmit didn’t know much about his fellow classmate, who also shared a similar name. They mostly talked in class and between assignments. Social settings were few, but with enforced functions, Emmit noticed how much his classmate ate of the refreshments. Yet even with a couple of sweets for him felt like pounds in two. Noticeably pudgier, what they would call the “Freshman 15. The other was almost malnourished. His mind getting more nourishment than anything else*…
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*The young man who would become Dok had trouble fitting into his school uniforms. Shirt without much pulling and tight slacks*.
Young Dok: Sighs If only bratwurst or bonbons vere real empty calories…
Voice: They could be…
*Alerted by the invisible voice*.
Young Dok: Who’s there?!
*In came a man dressed in a bright red suit and vest. Dok stared wide eyed at him*.
Suit Man: It looks like you’re distressed…
*Dok couldn’t do much save for hearing his words*...
Suit Man: …A young university student needs his studies…even if poor. Another young man is needed though…
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*Emmit was led down the hall after hours…the last thing he remembered…a man in bright red, almost devilish…and found himself reduced in size…Dok and the man gigantic…picked up…the grin of the giant Dok…a journey through his hand and out of sight*…
*There was a feeling of familiarity to him. There were in and out memories in between…the power struggle of his country…a short officer…vast inhuman experiments…the loudness…blindness…he was able to fall in love a woman…their wedding…before “her” disappearance*…
*Emmit was mostly stuck in his own room…fireplace…red wallpaper and green decorated floors…he, in his small chair…and an empty, much bigger one…on occasion occupied by Dok…in and out as Dok’s appearance changed over the years…even tried to be him at one point*…
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*The brothers got to know their uncle for the time he was staying in England. He mentioned his medical field practice during the war. Blood being very much a part of his work and heritage. Jan was curious about the combat and monsters Emmett described. It was odd to Luke how the later was connected*…
*Unbeknownst to Luke one day, he was trying out one of his father’s outfits. Still small compared to his taller father. Emmett observed this at the right time as the boy changed his height on his own to try and match his father’s size, surprising both. Finding he was getting too big to threaten the structure of the outfit, he quickly returned to normal, very shocked but intrigued by what he did. This too intrigued Emmett*…
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*The eventful day came. A day trip with the boys and Emmett. Brought to what looked like another world. A lush jungle setting. A big compound. Getting to see the large collection of old vehicles and large soldiers compared to the boys. Almost scary to them*…
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*The news came just as quick. Their home burnt down. Parents no where in sight saved for charred remains, which they were sparred from seeing, but still just as devastating. A rare crying Jan; Luke doing what he could to comfort him*…
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*Their lamenting was short, as Emmett (in actuality referred to as Dok, Herr Doktor, or even Grand Professor) set about his work. He sported a long white lab coat always splattered in blood. A shortened top baring his thin midriff. Multi-lens glasses and his hair shorter, straight and a middle-bob parted down*.
Dok: Now you boys just relax…und dream…
*Special surgeries commenced in their minds. What were referred to as “Freak Chips” that turned the subjects into artificial vampires, this would keep their “powers” in check. While he didn’t reveal the implants until under much later purposes, the brothers were forced to never reveal their real parents or the Valentine vampire nobility. Now urchin wards under Dok’s supervision*…
*A peculiar sudden side effect, however, caused a bit of a growth spurt in Luke. At the age of 8-years-old, he was now the height of a tall teenager, surprising Jan when he first saw his brother after waking up. Dok showed no surprise or alarm for the elder Valentine. Dok’s only comfort was reassuring Luke how special he was. Not like the other vampires or artificials. Even though he wanted to believe that, Luke’s nightmares saw him as a giant freak, a rampaging beast. Dok, on other matters, wasn’t much help; feeling pestered all the time. With repeated sayings of it being for The Major. For Millennium. But Dok also knew it was for another master*…
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Young Luke: But I don’t want to go sleep, Uncle Emmit! I’m scared!
Dok: Vhy on Earth for?
Young Luke: …
Dok: Young man, it’s an excellent opportunity. How you see yourself in your dreams is what you’re meant to be-
Young Luke: I DON’T want to be a MONSTER!
Dok: (*Shaking his head, trying to keep a grin*.) You…are more than that…your birth right. I’m sure you’ve questioned some things about yourself you couldn’t even tell your parents? Perhaps a desire?
*Luke only looked at the floor*.
Dok: *His tone changed*. …”There ist nothing vrong vith vhat you have. YOU have to become vhat you fear most to beat that fear. Greater than any monster. Greater than your enemies…” (*Trying to get some composure. His head jutted as if pushing something back down. Then, back to the regular scientific personality*.) You zee the floor…but that is nothing more than ze vorld at your feet! Anything lesser than is mere ants…
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*As they grew up, the boys spent time in boarding school back home between summer stays at the base. Luke dealt with the teases and taunts from the other kids. Named between Gulliver to albino Godzilla to “tiny” just for spite from the minority of douches. Jan did his best by being a bully back. Not putting up with weaker kids nor those busting on his brother. Luke was the more studious one; Jan not so much. Too much trouble for teachers and tutors, leaving that work up to Luke. In high school, while not much different, Luke played in track, and was popular with the girls, but didn’t reciprocate their affections*…
*The only time he showed any interest in the opposite sex came from a blonde older girl. Laura Leighhough, fairly hefty girl, covered up a lot, with a cute round face according to Luke. She didn’t talk much, save for what he “picked up”. She didn’t have an easier time in school either. And questioned why Luke Valentine would talk to her. How he knew what her favorite subject or book was, any favorite snacks. Yet, visibly freaked out by this attention*.
*It was until after a summer session that she lost the weight. Beautifully perceived and garnering her own attention. Luke still tried to make conversation with her. Most of what he remembered involved why she was freaked by him*...
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Laura: You’re just full of yourself! You think you’re above everyone else! Just cause you’re taller, think everyone should bow to you!
Luke: What are you talking about?
Laura: Everyone knows what your brother does every time something happens. He’s just your little lap dog.
Luke: Laura, I swear if I could control his outbursts, I would! But I don’t tell him anything! I…I like you. I really like you!
Laura: Than why’d you say all that crap about me?! Calling me a “slag” and a “lipstick pig”!
Luke: WHAT!! I never said THAT!
Laura: Yes you did! I keep hearing it! They all talk about it!
Luke: I DON’T CARE about them! Why would I try to even talk to you if I didn’t?
Laura: You’re just an ass is what you are!
*Luke knew she was called “slag” and other nasty slurs. But he knew it wasn’t him. Even if it looked like he could only “see” what it would like*.
*She was about to leave, when he tried to stop in front of her*.
Luke: I don’t know what crap everyone thinks I said, but have any of them ever talked to you before?? I knew what you liked! It was everyone else making fun of you!
Laura: And so now that I’m skinny, is it really that? I wasn’t good enough then.
Luke: That isn’t true! It was probably some guys calling you that! You’re sweet and cute. They don’t know that! They’re just stupid! Stupid enough to get you to starve yourself or purge or-
*She suddenly cried out by that*.
Laura: How…how would you even know that?!
Luke: It was your head. I could tell.
Laura: Wait! Reading my fuckin’ mind!? Are you daft!?
*She finally pushed him out of the way, stomping off, sobbing. Luke stood there dumbfounded staring back at nothing*.
*So, it was back to his head in books, back to trying to ignore the male student’s taunts. All the while, he built his skills, his senses, his rages*…
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*After their school days officially passed, (Luke much later for college) they were given immediate enlistment in training. They made their home in their bunkers, separate quarters of the housing section. Jan by then developed his punk lifestyle to express that freedom not allowed in schools. Piercings, track suit with a golden eye stitched on a dark blue and black cap. Giving no shits or fucks being told what to wear. Yet odd how there were times no one brought up his style. Only when frustratingly removing any piercings. Taking most of them off, save for one. Hopefully no remark if one small hoop was on his left ear*.
*Luke also proved his own stubbornness at times. And he was making Jan do the same. While their skills were developing, any semblance of rage had to be “forced”. If Dok found out Luke had a hand in keeping Jan from certain tasks, they were done in other ways. And neither Luke or Jan had a sense of doing it even though they “did”*.
*They met with The Major a few times through monitors. Another German of the past war. A very stout, short man. Commanding a 1,000 led batallian of vampires and experiments as his own Fuhrer. Luke earned his rank as Warrant Officer among special ranked members ranging from a tall, silent right hand man of the Verwolf division. A muscle behemoth of a woman with half her body covered in tattoos and spiked hair, a scythe never leaving her side. A cute petite girl with a long musket, named after an eternal sleeper. A boy with cat ears prowled around and cracked jokes unsure of the next turn up. A strange motley crew at best; ravenous and twisted at worst*.
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*They were in their quarters one day. Both on their beds; Luke read over some notes while Jan held and admired something of his brother’s*.
Luke: …I see you’ve been taking training well.
Jan: (*Focusing towards Luke*.) Why not, Bro? Fuckin’ more fun than that shit in school!
Luke: Shame no one tried to make it more fun for more things to stick.
*Jan shrugged and brought his other attention back*.
Jan: Can’t believe they let you kept this thing…was Ma’s, right?
*Realizing what he said as he perked back up*.
Luke: What are you…
*Almost getting up to take it back, but changed his mind*.
Luke: We pretty much took what we had on that day. Nothing to go back to. It certainly proved its protection.
Jan: Shame it didn’t make old Dok Emmit melt or somethin’. You ever wonder why we didn’t get to live with Uncle Bird Brain and Aunt Fataguarde or any other folks?
*He hadn’t in that moment, but it was common during down times*.
Luke: (*Sighs*.) I don’t know anymore than you do. Dok said they already gave guardianship before…a day before he took us on that trip.
Jan: (*Eyeing*.) You sayin’ he planned the whole fuckin’ thing?
Luke: It does seem too easy to assume. I know he won’t admit. Everything just becomes a blur every time I ask…among other random memory losses.
Jan: So, just the damn stuff from those Chips. Made us what we are, right?
Luke: Somehow, I doubt that. Think about it…family of vampires...a half relative...yet not real vampires ourselves?
Jan: Maybe it’s like a fluke or shit…don’t gene’s do that?
Luke: A so called brilliant doctor like him, maybe. But you know this, Jan.
Jan: I do know chow time soon. Wouldn’t mind me a fuckin’ steak on any sluts.
Luke: (*Disgusted*.) Jan, please! At least something that’s not already infected…
*And in his thoughts, hopefully knowing what he really knows*…
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*One memory still stood out. By himself in a large hanger. Adorned with neatly placed artillery, large bullets and even larger guns, scraped tanks and heavy wooden crates. He found one weapon with intrigue; a medium sized Bowie knife with a wide curved blade. An easy flow as he twisted his wrist, the blade a silvery blue pool under the glow from the outside windows. A few blinkable darts and blurs between the crates to scraps on the lower end and back to the arranged gun stacks. His speed much quicker than in school. Jan, on his end, while more agile and limber, took years just to close in on Luke’s height. Not much significance in powers, but a glee for weapons that bothered Luke yet knew it was important for appearance sake*.
*Luke procured his own glee of the world passing in a blur, nightmares and humans far away. A satisfying thought of looking away and down at it all… a jolt to his ego. His mind farther away, along with the gun stacks, much farther away. Standing among everything while held back. A faster, stronger vampire. Perhaps enough to challenge this Alucard he heard whispered and gossiped of the battalion. Watching his view like a one way mirror. The crates, the guns moved away and down. Watching his legs stretch as the ground got smaller. The ceiling and old wired lights reached his vision quickly. A quick glance to the rows of windows until a loud crunch saw him peeking over the hanger roof and moving fast yet still in the same spot*.
*His head lowered back down, the space reduced without much effort. The guns clacked on the ground like metal sticks. The crates crunch and cracked. The violent screech of metal along concrete. Even while forced to sit down, his head peeled back to where it was not too long ago. Tiny barks echoed. A military armed soldier. And Jan trying to pull him back. The soldier looked up and up at the white vampire high above. He groveled before making his own steady break away past Jan. Based on a few German picked up over years, he heard the soldier repeat:*
*“Monstrum! Monstrum!”*
*Over and over as Jan scrambled for him*.
*He already stopped growing; much bigger than he’s ever been. Looking around, frantic, panting wildly. He was even bigger than as a very small toddler. A bad cold and towering over his confused, worried parents. No idea what was happening but trapped in layers*…
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*It took some coaxing after Dok was alerted of the situation. The soldier “taken care of”; no word on Jan’s part as the soldier just barged past him and sped out just as quick. Dok took the initiative to press his nephew of the incident while still in his enlarged state. Dok, instructed by The Major, stated since he’s already progressed this fast, the future target will be for the Hellsing Organization. A blow to their war if left unchallenged*…
Luke: (*Annoyed with an enlarged voice*.) And you expect me to just sit here and wait??
Dok: (*Arms folded as he looked up*.) Vell, you do have a knack for stubbornness. You should be lucky The Major ist giving you time.
Luke: (*Glares*.) And you should be lucky I haven’t flattened you yet!
Dok: Now ist that anyvay to talk to your uncle…
Luke: Look, Uncle (*a few notes perhaps taken from Jan’s stance*), YOU might’ve fooled my parents and anyone else, but you’re just as full of it! Everything about you doesn’t make sense!
*His large hand slowly moved on the ground, as he leaned in; what looked close to multiple feet seemed multiple inches to Luke*.
Luke: WHY would they give us to you when we had other family??
*Dok still undeterred but knew he was pushing it for the umpteenth time*.
Dok: Vhy…they were close to. You boys und I got along “famously” as they’ve put it…
*Luke picked up something that was well rehearsed and fabricated*.
Luke: (*Roars*.) LIAR!!!
*The cry echoed along the hanger, even making Dok clench his hands and cringe. He felt a quick jolt of sympathy before trying to swallow that back. His teeth gritted under his smile as Luke was now baring his enlonged ones*.
Luke: We NEVER got along! I don’t care WHAT you told them! Even JAN knew after a while! And nothing’s been making sense these years…
*Dok let him continue pattering, just looking at him like it was a usual tantrum*.
Luke: Things I have no memory of doing or saying! Why it’s the same with Jan! Those implants made artificial vampires yet we both had ours before-
*PLICK*!
*Before another outburst, Luke’s eyes lulled in the background of his head and fell quiet. And fell “down” with a large quake, now left in a giant heap, out cold*.
Dok: Now that’s enough from you…be a good boy und rest here…
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*Some time had passed when Luke woke back up. Back to normal (for him) size and in his quarters. Unsure what happened other than his fits, with not much memory of what he said, but knew he was angry with Dok, more than usual. The nagging mistrust still present. He got to ask Jan about what happened that day. Besides being told to stand guard and a pesky soldier involved, nothing else happened*…
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Red Demon: And you say he “fell” for it?
Dok: As they say: hook, line und sinker.
Red Demon: And not even making it look like The Major-
Dok: There have been no suspicions besides vith me vhich is normal. Luke is a crafty one…
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*Luke knew the day was coming. This test. Even if they were cogs in the Major’s war machine, Jan wasn’t fazed much by it and led with gleeful carnage. For Luke, Alucard would be his mark. To finally prove himself worthy. Real vampire or artificial as thought at the time*.
*With the fated confrontation, and boastful as always, as he seemingly got the upper hand. Guns firing and darting as fast as he was avoiding them. Even when one exploded a wall behind him. Yet from a regular gun*?
*Until the red vampire lost his form. Just walls of eyes and demon dogs. No upper hand this time, but terror and running as fast as possible, until with nothing to run on or even hop by the walls for support. Faced with a red Hell, the maw of the demonic dog, then nothing…for a while*…
Chapter 42: Book 2 Part 15: The Bite That Lingers
Summary:
Still in backstory mode. The brothers as adults on the run.
*A few content warnings: involving trauma, extreme insults, surgery, implied violence and deaths, etc*.
Chapter Text
"The Bite That Lingers"
*Luke woke up again on an operating table. Medical equipment strewn out. Surgeons and knives over bloody stumps and midway sewing. Another sliced through the side of his head. While all under a blurry vision. He took deep breaths under the gas mask before letting out a similar scream he had when he lost his legs. A wild scalpel flew out; scrapping his temple as it removed skin. Assistants held onto his arms, keeping him tied down as he struggled. Their grips tight as if bearing more weight, but the assistants struggled containing him, over taking them in size, literally. A long arm flung a couple away and hit the wall with a loud thud. His screams rose higher, shaking the room, the equipment and glasses, before quick orders were barked for more tranquilizers. The next last thing he saw was smaller shins pulled by stitches before numbed back to sleep*…
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*Jan was the first to awake, bandaged on his right arm yet no signs of burn scars*.
*Luke moaned and wrestled as he still slumbered. Fresh bandages over his knees and his head wrapped around*.
*Luke searched around…at high speeds…somewhere along the currents…along the rooms…until spotting a familiar lab coat being…and something very red. It couldn’t have been Alucard. The energy was different*…
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Dok: …Impressive how your keeping your temper vell…
Red Demon: Only because you almost sacrificed them!…
Dok: Oh, don’t vorry! I know of our agreement. Very faithful all these years. It vas still their universe counterparts that took the invasion though.
Red Demon: And now you’ll have to contend to this reality again. Hopefully…you’ve learned enough. But FOCUS on your little experiments! Get it fixed! I’ll do the talking…
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Jan: …Bro…Bro?…
*The voice tried to break through*.
Jan: …uck up! Get…
*Getting louder*.
Jan: (*Urgent yet a hint of worry*.) Bro, GET THE FUCK UP!!
*Luke jolted wide eyed and awake. Breathing profusely, darting his eyes around the blurry room. He tried feeling his arm around until frames tapped on his face. Putting his glasses on, he found Jan standing over the bed, bandaged as well and pierce-less*.
Luke: (*Softly*.) Jan…?
Jan: Call me the Ass Kicker of Death, aww yeah!
*Luke had to hush him up*.
*The brothers were recuperating in the same hospital room, the rest with empty beds*.
Luke: (*Trying to adjust*.) Well…after this, Ass Kicker of Death, we’re leaving.
Jan: The fuck? Now??
Luke: (*Quietly*.) No! (*Grunting in aches from his bandaged knees*.) Hopefully, I’ll heal quicker or I’ll still be useless as then. But we can’t be here.
Jan: We’ll where the fuck else we gonna go? Got no family, no friends, no money, no shit anything.
*Luke closed his eyes for a moment, his vision searched around. Something valuable in a safe*.
Luke: Think you still know how to crack safes, Jan?
Jan: Hell yeah. That knowledge didn’t get burned up.
Luke: Good. I think Dok has some gold and bonds in there. Hopefully enough to pawn…
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*Jan scourged through one locker. He was amazed he found not only their mother’s necklace, but his old outfit and only one piercing on a tray. It didn’t matter, he at least had one. He picked it up, snapping it back on his left earlobe*.
Luke: (*Calling*.) Jan, are you coming!
Jan: (*Quickly calling back*.) Yeah, yeah. Keep yer shirt on, Bro!…
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*Hours later, they fled. Luke found a pawn shop to sell the melted gold, bonds and some gold teeth; not much questions asked. Enough for a flight to the US, but the rest saved for later. After another pawning in the southern US, Luke asked about a good used car cheap, good distance driving, without much notice. Same owner knew a guy who had a mustang, restored and upkept*…
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*They mostly led a life on the run. Staying between motels and Jan’s particular charisma getting them places to stay. They made a few contacts in the supernatural community, thanks to info Dok had in his files. Luke, on his end, had to make up white lies of those connections for protection. All in return for fighting low level demons and inspecting monster sightings; they were rewarded financially to continue life on the lam*…
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*One down time, with Jan, back to his prior amount of piercings, on the prowl for a loose woman, Luke settled at a bar by himself*.
*A random woman slipped into the bar stool next to his. Long dark hair, green blouse and black pants in heels*.
Woman: Hi, handsome.
*Luke turned his gaze to her*.
Luke: Ohh. Right to the point, I see.
Woman: Why here all by yourself?
Luke: I’m on break. A long break.
Woman: So am I. Not much going on tonight. Not many guys either.
Luke: Well, it looks like you missed my brother, if that’s the case. Turning back to his drink.
Woman: Come on. I’m more interested in you.
Luke: I’m really not interested in any proposition-
Woman: No proposition! I’m not that kind of girl. And you don’t seem that type of guy. I am surprised women aren’t fawning over you. Tall, handsome, intellectual type.
*This did get his attention. He felt something from her. More than just a desire for him*.
Luke: I see. A pleasure to meet your acquaintance then. My name is Luke Valentine.
Clarice: I’m Clarice. And no “Slience of the Lamb” jokes, please…
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*It was rare for the brothers to stay in one town for long, but Luke and Clarice were hitting it off. He didn’t tell Jan just yet how close, but only that she was searching for demons as well, incubus variety. They dated in secret. Nothing going past sensual moments. Long night walks. Sensual feeding sessions, sharing food between them. Having to deal with rashes after one particular dessert of hidden blueberry extract, yet a not so serious case. She seemed very interested in listening to him converse, not understanding a lot of literature or psychology though. They even shared a duo bounty dealing with a human hunting serial killer. A shared kiss eventually sealed it away. Along with Jan playfully taunting him at each moment*.
*Until, she started getting bored. She wanted to do more things, but Luke just wasn’t as comfortable with what she wanted. Just heavy, animal nature sex. Not much passion behind it. Clarice claimed his stuff was too vanilla or weird. They didn’t date as much, usually Clarice not feeling well. Her attitude changed, dressed in more green. She even had some magic of her own that she never told Luke about. He kept pressing the matter, but no answer. He had a feeling it might involve one of their more elusive targets*.
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*Jan brought up the matter one rare day when they were both on break in the same place, as all three hung out at the bar. Clarice excused herself, giving Luke a kiss on the cheek and leaving*.
Jan: Bro, what’s with you? Claire’s been gettin’ more than chummy with you. And you look like someone fuckin’ took your lunch money every fuckin’ day. And that did happen. Remember senior year?
Luke: Oh shut up about that! And it was middle school.
Jan: And Ben was like two fuckin’ feet tall compared to you!
Luke : It doesn’t matter! I just have some things in mind I rather not talk about.
Jan: But you’re gonna anyway. Do it all the fuckin’ time when something’s bugging you. You listened to me when we had jobs to do, why can’t I?
Luke: (*Sigh*.) …I do like her, Jan…but now I wonder…
*Jan had a mischievous grin, until he turned around and spotted Clarice being flirty with a burly bald guy*.
Jan: Think you might tell her before Mr. Clean? (*Thumbing over*.)
*Luke turned around as well, widening his gaze. He was about to confront them, until Jan stalled him*.
Jan: Bro, hold up. Before you sock him, maybe it’s another demon? She also looks for those ink guys right?
Luke: An incubus? I don’t know…he not’s giving off any energy.
Jan: Probably just hiding? They do that right? Lot of them she finds are like that.
Luke: More incubi? We’ll have to ask them about any reports…
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*It wasn’t until Clarice visited him at the motel one day (with Luke out on an errand) when Luke finally came back in. A man was already on the bed, watching TV, possibly or already naked under the covers. They looked at each other. The man ready to bolt, but Luke “helped” by tossing him on his ass right out the door, further into the parking lot*.
Luke: What the hell, Clarice!!
*She rushed out of the bathroom; the guy gone and Luke getting hurt and fully angry*.
Clarice: It’s not what you think!
Luke: Don’t give me that old tired line! I know from watching my brother that some guy isn’t hanging around naked just for kicks!
Clarice: But I-I was so close! There’s probably a mass of them-
Luke: Ready to fuck you? A mass of incubi? You could’ve been dead by then!
Clarice: I know what I’m doing! They’re very easy to pick off.
*A knock on the motel door interrupted their argument. Luke almost taking the door off the hinges. The man, now seemingly smaller than before. Terror on his face*.
Man: Uhh, uh, I left-I left my-clothes! I just need-
*But Luke growled in response, his fangs bared as his eyes glowed. Which prompted the shamefully covered man to bolt off, whimpering. Then, they were alone with another slam*.
Clarice: Luke! Calm down! It was-
Luke: NO MORE LIES!
*He in turn bellowed. She wasn’t sure what was going on with Luke. She did know he was a vampire, but his appearance changed somehow. Taller? More foreboding*?
Clarice: Okay! He wasn’t an incubus! And there weren’t any others! There haven’t been many and I just wanted to make sure.
Luke: With every guy in town!?!
Clarice: Not every guy! A lot of them are old or kids!
Luke: Then what about us! (*While still angry, his eyes were back to normal*.) I thought we had something.
Clarice: We do. Just not some things.
Luke: Is this why you’ve been distant with me?
Clarice: We’ll…honestly, Luke, I would’ve thought we’d gone further, but you’re just…I don’t know. And your computer doesn’t help.
Luke: What does my computer got to do with this?
*Muttering under her breath, she stormed over to the laptop on the table. Booting it up and looking from the browser*.
Clarice: Your browser. (*Pointing along the history menu*.) What the fuck are these sites? They all have fat ladies on them! Or cartoons of what look like round women! What does this got to do with us? Is this what I think!? Am I too skinny for you??
*Sighs, cursing Jan for not clearing that browser section that day. His brother had a curiosity about it when past discussions prompted, or stirred, it*.
Luke: Clarice, it doesn’t have to do with that!
Clarice: Was that why we did that food stuff that one day? Were you trying to fatten me up, or giving in to those vampire urges? Just like what he was saying!!
Luke: Who!?
Clarice: What about what you just did there!?
Luke: Don’t change the subject! WHO are you talking about??
Clarice: …….
Luke: Look, I don’t care if you’re fat or skinny! I care about you. But do you?
Clarice: …I don’t know what to think. But I’m not having it. I at least thought you were different from the monsters we fought or other guys.
*She started getting up and gathered her things, moving past him without looking. Luke defeatedly watched her leave, trying to go after her, until a hit against the door frame locked with his forehead*.
Luke: Clarice!
*Clarice stopped, only to pull something out of a pocket and threw pieces of paper on the ground*.
Clarice: Maybe you can use these restaurant coupons for your next girlfriend!
*Then finally stormed off and away. Luke only stared for a moment, still holding onto his forehead, before a slam with the door not quite right in place. Trudging for the bed that sank as low as his self esteem, but that wasn’t on his mind. What they’ve been through. Just another person out of his life just as easily*…
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*Jan stared at the clumsily placed motel door. Does Luke know about this? He held the door to make his way in. About to make his complaint to Luke until he saw him sitting on the night stand side of the bed, head hung low. Without much word; wouldn’t be a good idea to be around. The same way after that one fat girl in school. Just putting the door back in place and leaving. They might not be back at this room or motel any time soon*…
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*The Valentines left the next morning. Driving along the interstate, Luke didn’t say anything. Letting Jan prattle on about whatever. Eyes on the road, but unsure where else to look. Not even trying to get Luke’s attention with some gross detail from Jan got him to respond. While Jan didn’t know the details, it was already obvious Clarice wasn’t around anymore*.
*Nothing else eventual happened. They’ve been safe for a while, searching for any creature sightings, including vampire-turned ghouls along the south east. After that mission, they drove through the early morning into the afternoon, stopping into this one little tourist spot in the bustling country area up north east. They checked in, while Luke checked out on the bed. Jan let Luke sleep while he was scoping the area. While not as angry or unfeeling as the months passed, it didn’t hurt on Luke any less*…
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*During the night as usual with work and scoping, they hoped to find a main demon reported to working the rounds in the area. The only clue was red scorch marks and victims in compromising moments and unusual, erratic behavior*.
*During the day, while still keeping clues open, were breaks for Luke, scoping along the quaint area between small town and upper culture. He began feeling an interesting energy about it. Something in need, yet sweet. Pain under bellied, yet by forced sheer will. And it kept coming from the same person. Short woman, dark hair, glasses. Chubby side. But what was curious was the visions similar to his experiences somewhere, but as if like it was a movie. How was it even possible?*…
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Jan: Ahh, shit, what are these?? Muttering to himself. Wait, these the papers I picked up at the other motel? Wonder if these coupons work here?
*He shrugged, placing them on the motel dresser, the front motel door closed*.
*Luke was alerted out of his nap from his brother’s complaint. He did wonder what he meant by papers, then getting up and grabbing them. Tiny crumpled coupons. Now reminded of Clarice’s final declaration and groaning, remembering. Don’t know why of all things, Jan had to take these from off the ground. But he was curious about one place: a diner. He thought he saw one of the same name. Probably nothing special. And still nothing special when he arrived, hoping for some indulgence. But then, that same energy he’d been feeling was around. Who did it belong to? Was it the woman? Or something else?*…
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*The three didn’t say anything else as we all listened. Even watching if I also looked inside his head. Craig guided them back to waking. Both Luke and Jan saw Ginger and I tearing; me feeling the same warmth from crying but contemplated, yet Ginger was a sobbing mess. Luke put his arm around me, pulling closer. Jan, while a bit clumsy, tried the same maneuver, but Ginger flopped on him instead, crying into his shirt and muffling*.
*Craig sat there, quiet, also in thought. He mostly got the gist of the story from Luke’s point of view, but only so much from Jan and Emmit via Killer*.
*Emmit rubbed the back of his neck, going through his own “recovered” thoughts. Killer, on the other hand, shrank down to just plump*.
Ginger: (*Muffling*.) I knew it! *Sob*! I knew you weren’t like that! I tried so hard to *sob* convince Uncle Steve! Sob not really doing those things! Even when I told him it wasn’t just my job! I WANTED to do both! I love YOU AND what I do! Let him and Jez say what*ever*! Lifting her head up, wiping away tears. I didn’t care if I became a sucker too…then it’d be fine…I didn’t turn like I said when it happened-
*Jan only watched her cry, not much reaction save for shock. Craig jutted his head. Luke went wide eyed as I reacted back. Killer looked confused, with Emmit also incredulous*.
Craig: Wait-
Luke and Craig: (*Unison*.) You BIT her???
*Jan jerked back*.
Jan: Ah, fuck, not like this! Luke-before you say anything, Steve already knew and told us to keep our traps shut! And believe me, that shit wasn’t easy!
Allie: And you’re not a vampire, Ginger?
*She shook her head*.
Ginger: And it was good Uncle Steve already mentioned it to me. He wasn’t happy it happened, when I told him way after we all went to his cottage. At least I felt better about it…
Luke: …Jan-
Jan: I KNOW what you’re gonna say, Bro! ALOT of times I couldn’t fuckin help it! But if they all became blood suckers, wouldn’t we see them by now? I mean…you came back with her…thought you’d already figured it out. You’re the smart one.
*Luke was close to lecturing him, but something told him his somewhat controlled speech and keeping his secrets was enough. And Steve would have his say if it was now out of the bag*.
Jan: Ginge wasn’t any different…but somethin’ bout her…Christ, I don’t know how to say it…thought it was that perfume she fuckin’ practically showered in that way…
Ginger: The scent repeller? That was supposed to be to keep away any beasties on missions-
Allie: But-but it made him small. *Pointing to Luke, who nervously looked away*.
Ginger: They said it wasn’t suppose to do that…I think…and the gum was suppose to reverse/remove, some sort of antidote…repeller…I remember…“shirk” away if close…
Emmit: Vait! I think I know of this repellent. I’ll spare the details for now, but it’s only a scent vampires can pick up. To humans, it’s nothing more than perfume. I think you must’ve confused zee instructions, Ginger. It does “shirk” a vampire away…und by shirk…just another vay…
Me: So…if it happened to Luke…
*Now looking at the other couple. Ginger’s face “gingered” up*.
Ginger: Ummm…I’ll leave my own details out…surprised you two didn’t hear us when it was going on. Guess those duo motel rooms were that sound proof. Nervous smile. Didn’t go too crazy that day. But, trust me, Janni was frantic too.
Jan: …Even though we.. “kinda” did afterwards.
Ginger: Not now!
Craig: (*His turn to crack jokes*.) Guess that Super Scope wasn’t your first time, ay? *Chuckle*.
*Jan did a cross between a scoff and a snarl back, as Ginger squeezed his arm*.
Emmit: Now that ist surprising. Und yet…
Allie: But what was it? The repellant? Her blood?
Ginger: Well..um..another confession. It actually smells the same as my perfume. I only go extra when on missions.
Jan: And still smells the same without-
Ginger: (*Though not quite as curt*.) Jan*ni*!
Allie: So it was her blood…
Jan: Don’t believe me?
Emmit: Vait! Vait! Not here! Perhaps…paying a visit to the lab. Seeing the blood at vork. But, maybe ve’ll vait on that. We’ve already vent through enough.
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*Back to quiet again, with still a bit to think*.
Allie: So much for trying to bring up the good news…not really appropriate then.
*In their room, as they got ready for bed. Luke being quiet, clothes already undone and down to pale pajamas*.
Allie: Sounds like you’re saying a lot with saying nothing.
Luke: More so, thinking a lot than saying.
Allie: How are you feeling?
Luke: Just hope my story didn’t upset you too much.
Me: It’s understandably upsetting. Yet, you were very able to tell what was difficult before. What you went through, the why’s.
Luke: And still not told everything. Even Jan…most seemed blank coming from him. The times I’ve pressed of what he’s done, but not much.
Me: Wonder if we should let your parents know about this?
Luke: An excellent idea. I left a message, including about your art entry. Hopefully they’ll know it’s there. I doubt they’ve upgraded to cellphones yet. I think I remember they still have that rotary box from when I was a kid.
Me: I don’t think it connected to anything though. Least they have a landline now.
Luke: We still might have to make a trip though. At least it’s easier than making a long distance call.
Me: (*Sighing*.) Hopefully, we’ll find the answers later.
*As we went to sleep, not much on my end, even as I laid next to Luke, already breathing in his sleep*.
Chapter 43: Book 2 Chapter 16: A Lovely Containment Breach
Summary:
Things are taking a turning point for some growing pains.
(*Warning: Intense sexual situations discretion, violence and gore.*)
Chapter Text
*Jan and Ginger, on the other end, were still awake. In bed. And horny. With Jan on top and Ginger playing her hands around his bare chest*.
Ginger: (Pant). At least you’re feeling somewhat-ahh-better…mmm-if we’re doing it.
*His lips laid down on hers, quieting her for a moment*.
Jan: (*Moans*). Don’t know what Whitehouse did (*moan*), but lettin’ all that shit out-rmmm-got nothin' else on me!
*His tongue back in her mouth, both of them moaning back and forth. Hot and tingling, down through his mouth, his back and inserted crotch. Her hands down his flanks and spine sent him into a louder moaning grunt. And going back and forth between moans on the creaking bed*.
Ginger: Rmmm-OW!
Jan: (*Annoyed*). What??
Ginger: Too much! Too tight!
Jan: What the fuck’s wrong with that??
Ginger: You’re not this tight!
*Quickly grunting as he started pulling out. The bed sank deep and metal legs groaned. He noted a peculiar sound after slowly pulled out, besides realizing he never put a condom on. Of all the times he’d forget, when it used to be normal to not bother. His hands trembled a moment, the fingers and palms stretched out. He glanced to one hand as it stretched. Bewilderment and confusion mixed in, feeling the pull and adrenaline down his arms, flowing through him*.
Jan: (*Softly*). The fuck?…Ack!
*His shoulders pulled like doing a stretch if it kept going. His back leaned and groaned, hot prickling went down his legs*.
Jan: The FUCK!
Ginger: (*Moan*). Babe, what?
*Opening her eyes up, she saw his face, lips, nose, and under eye pulling the piercings, a rhinestone one dug into his ear save for one. He frantically unclipped those and tossed them onto the floor tinkling. The rings on his fingers gripped tighter as well, quickly pulling them off, save for one ring still holding on, seemingly moving along the growing finger*.
Ginger: Jan??!
*His crotch showed more bulge; normally a positive but not so much in between confusion and arousal. Yet, that also built up, the heat and excitement; similar to getting the temporary growth hormones*.
Jan: Ahh, fuck!
*A mix of emotions in his slowly deepened voice*.
Jan: The fuck’s going on with me??
*Looking over himself and to Ginger, like if any answer or pleading would help. He took up most of the bed and Ginger looked just as shocked. He already reached ceiling limit kneeling, forced to bend his back down, sliding off the mattress*.
Ginger: Oh God! How-
*Shaking her head, trying to think; she had to make the teleportation spell quick. Trying to steady her hands, almost close, just as the ceiling started groaning and Jan echoed a slurry of curses and grunts. Forced to take the option with some quick thinking, making his way out of the bedroom, squeezing through the door frame. A few more inches left him bent forward through the hallway, slinking through the stairs, pulling and tugging, still grunting and muttering swears, as he slid through the living room. With the front door practically punched away, the frame proved difficult to exit*.
Jan: (*Long grunts*). Rrrrrrr! Getting…too…fuckinnnnn’….big!
*The frame cracked with the sidings crumbling. A snake-shedding moment out of the door and on the ground, his breathing still erratic. The open field stood in front of him, now free to stand up to let the growth continue, as he trudged through the night and broken trees despite his low frantic breaths. Even without being crammed in the house, it still felt painful, tingly, twinging. It certainly didn’t feel the former when it happened the very first time*.
*With 50 feet capped, he let out a relaxed moan, right as he approached in front of the barn. Ginger, dressed in her silk robe, quickly appeared underneath him, and in view of a certain area, as she looked around. She knew she would teleport right to the barn if that’s where he was going. With the barn to her left, and her boyfriend, much, much further up*.
Ginger: Janni? Can you hear me?? (*Cupping her hands*). Janni!!
*The sound to him like a squeak*.
Jan: The fuck!?
*Looking down himself, a slow lift of his long leg caused Ginger to back up. The step back down left a tremor on the ground. She stepped back further as Jan’s enlarged hands reached down to sweep her up, as the ground shrunk away from her*.
Ginger: …Not sure if this is better…but at least we’re both awake…
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*The barn returned to housing occupants once again. Jan, with a tarp over his privates and below, sat, giant arms folded, as he went between looking forward and down. Ginger hung out along the storage rafters to his right*.
Jan: (*To no one*). Of all the fuckin’ times I wanted a massive dong…
Ginger: Um…you sound like this never happened…what about the first time…
Jan: …I tried getting injected with those hormones…but don’t remember much afterwards…just temporary and shit…
Ginger: But what if all this time…could they still be in you?
Jan: Would’ve fuckin’ happened more than fuckin’ twice by now…and the hay’s still fuckin’ scratchin’ my balls.
Ginger: I am SO sorry, Janni…
Jan: Not like it’s your fuckin’ fault.
Ginger: But this time, you weren’t tiny.
Jan: (*Looking over*). This a bad time to say I’m still hungry?
Ginger: (*Perplexed*). HOW can you STILL be fuckin’ hungry NOW!
Jan: Yah, well, so much for that. Thought all this shit was over through that hypnosis. Still as damn hungry as ever.
*Ginger pondered to herself for a moment. She couldn’t waste all her blood even for this if it could still happen. And she did have leftovers to clear out*.
Ginger: Hun…if you don’t mind. I’ll heat up the rest of the food we have. I know it won’t make a dent or “just go through you”. But better than hearing about random disappearances in our area.
*Setting up her teleportation spell*.
Jan: Can’t trust me that much?
Ginger: I do. But…still have to promise Uncle Steve to only let him know. We’ll see in the morning if you revert back. And having my cooking shouldn’t be too much of an issue.
*She quickly smiled back as she suddenly disappeared, not getting to see Jan’s reaction*.
*As much as there was appeal to bigness, it was annoying if he couldn’t do much about it. Like the first time they met. Then the times they were alone. Even wondered if this was what his big brother went through…back in the beginning…back in Millennium…on their own….*
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*A tall order to get plates ready and heated as Ginger scooped and placed empty dishes in the sink. Some extra hands to carry them would help. She knew she had to work with what she had; maybe if another bout of amnesia came over him…not a pleasant thought for her though. Would make it easy to not let her friends know, no matter how much the stress hurt. Taking down monsters seemed more exciting than reheating leftovers for a giant lover*.
*From what she was told, this was what happened to him on that day when it was thought he switched sides. And her out cold to miss it. Maybe he didn’t want to frighten her too much after his outburst then. She felt the pangs if it would damage their relationship. While she was still part of a team, and easier if they did know, she already messed up other times and knew she had to fix it alone, or somewhat alone*.
*A big serving tray now set up, leaving it close to her on the floor to also be “picked” up. Her hands worked the spell and now back inside the barn, with the speediest fast food delivery in the world. Yet now, he was out cold, snoring like a low foghorn. To think she thought his mouth was loud awake*.
*To her, he may seem distant or not that tender; she had been used to it from other guys who were on the opposite. Sure, some boys she remembered seemed distant, but any of the so called “good ones”, more held together boys, weren’t so held together in private. And she remembered how it’s said about bad boys. Not better to try and think they can be fixed. Yet most eventually warmed up to her. A friend in some way*.
*Yet, being a former member of a Nazi vampire army, killing people and stuff, Jan was the ultimate of bad boys. Even if he didn’t “fully connect” to the carnage, even though he was there. It really was confusing trying to describe it. And revealing more of their memories just showed how much it made more sense to what is already far fetched. He certainly acted the wise ass role, but nothing screamed killer about him over time*.
*Their long talk with her uncle that day already taxed with her developing feelings. Being an agent wasn’t this kind of excitement she thought it would be. Not mixing love and work and all that. She couldn’t help being a romantic working girl. Steve did let up a bit and allowed their relationship. The condition being not being turned nor any heavy biting if any was allowed. She now wondered if, with his appetite being more human to an overeating disorder, was a way of getting some sustenance. Jan recounted of Luke telling him to not do the same, if it meant making more vampires or servants. At least Jan didn’t get fat unlike his brother or Emmit, even if it could just melt off after resting. Something else they seem to have in common*.
*For now, only by his sleeping side, hopefully better in the morning; she moved in closer, lying against his long, lean body. Shutting her eyes for a moment. Just for a little while. Pondering if this is what human food does or that and an ice cube of blood was too much. The notes said her blood was tested and processed, with enough sustenance for a vampire supplement. Maybe having more than that at a time was enough. What she knew about vampires further undone just by meeting the Valentines, even their parents…maybe a lot more for this business to learn*.
Jan: (*Stirring, talking in his sleep*). Errr…Ging…
*Herself already lulled by the giant sized breaths*.
Jan: …Best…babe…
*She curled herself closer*.
Jan: (*Muttering*). Fuck…Snow…bitch…
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*In the light of the sun, the inner workings of old stone walls let the shine in through bare windows…*
*Ginger, lying on the floor, stirred awake by the glow…*
*She looked up. A tall, dark figure, noted she was awake…*
Jan: Ging?
*His voice surprised to see her…*
*Inside this room were a harem of women, except more like mannequins. Who were they? Not much time to ponder as they all became a frozen blue, breaking away like crumbling sand. Jan was also surprised by this…*
*Just the two of them now. Jan helped her up…*
Jan: (*Hazy*). Fuck you doin here?
Ginger: What about you?
*The stone room turned into what could be considered a shrine to Snowflake: pixie bob hair, black line over the eyes, dark clothing and over coat tattered, trying to trap them…*
Jan: The fuck’s all this??
Ginger: Why is this her??
*What could’ve been another mannequin was the actual, or so, Snowflake, appeared above them*.
Jan: Fuck, it’s NOT what you think! Bitch still thinks she wants me! I don’t know what it is…but you’re the best…probably no other better babe if you can fuckin’ believe it!
Ginger: But…what are you saying?
Jan: What you said before…that love part…
Ginger: Well…how about saying it now?
Snowflake: (*Interrupting*). The red head und berry girl vere a taste. Then that regular human woman. I’m through vaiting for the rest to soften to get to you! I should’ve went straight for YOU! Her wand pointing at Ginger.
*Jan quickly outstretched in front of her, she could feel his snarl and glare*.
Jan: How bout not beat around the bush then, you frigid BITCH!!
Snowflake: Shame no one ist around to punch you out of this.
*Jan’s growl echoed*.
Snowflake: You’re just as mangy as your brother! That’s vhat you vere designed for. Dogs like you think vomen are just bags to fuck! She’s not any different!
Ginger: (*Stepping aside*). I KNOW he’s not! His brain was fucked up by Millennium! I may be told to hold my temper, but I won’t be holding anything else!
Snowflake: Could still be arranged…and time for you to go back, little Falentine!
*Her wand shot out an electric ray of light*.
Jan: GINGER!!!
*Jan stood back in front of her. She wasn’t used to having her full name come from him…*
Jan: Fuckin’ Snow bitch!
Ginger: Janni…
Jan: I-Aaaaaaahhhhh!!!
*His body, suddenly, twisted, contorted under a blinding light. Transformed into a silhouette of jagged parts before thinning out, shooting into lines of black. To be encased as a shiny black orb, with the golden lined eye and tear drop, as it swiveled and stopped in place*.
Ginger: (*Gasping*) Ohh! JANNI!
*Quickly diving down to grab the black ball that was Jan*.
Ginger: Oh my God! What did she DO??
Snowflake: (*From a far*). Ha Haaah! Taunting, as if in tune. No more JAN-NI! No more Jan-ni, no more Jan-ni! Hah hah hah!
*The witch jigged and twirled about, a fake chuckle in delight at the lament*.
*Ginger could only run…as much and fast as she could. Fumbling her way down the hallway…until something came up: a door appeared. A door in black, same eye and drop symbol. No where else to go, she opened it, in view of a memory…*
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*Things were blurry, eyes slowly opened. He faced what looked like a dark skinned woman, shiny and tired, yet happy to see him*.
Woman’s Voice: (*Jamaican accent*) Welcome to this world, little fella…
Man’s Voice: Is Jan still a perfect name for him?…
Woman’s Voice: They both’ve been. Both little ones from the divines…
*Still nestled and nursing, the woman moved her breast away. The little one murmured and moaned. She seemed surprised, but let him nurse back anyway*.
Boy’s Voice: Jan… He doesn’t look like me or Father…
Second Man’s Voice: He obviously takes after his mother…
Second Woman’s Voice: He looks so adorable…like a bundle of chocolate-
Woman’s Voice: Now don’t you be thinkin’ bout eatin’ him, Hilda! I don’t care if you’re not slender at the moment!…
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*A little older now. Luke searched around a large bush in their backyard. Jan poked and stabbed the ground with a borrowed stick*.
Young Luke: Jan, check this out! Did you know there’s berries here?
Young Jan: I don’t look ‘round there, how’d I know?
*Jan then got up, as Luke already dined on a few. His fingers picked up more along the branches and the tips dripping in purple*.
Young Luke: They’re really sweet!
Young Jan: Are they like ice cream?
Young Luke: Try one!
*Jan plucked one. Just as he spotted something red on Luke’s pale neck. Then sees a blue forming, trailing along his older brother*.
Young Jan: Bro, what’s all that on ya?
Young Luke: (*Itching*) What?
Young Jan: You look like you got a Smurf choking you.
Young Luke: WHAT??
*His hand patted his blue neck, then spotted his blue hand*.
Young Jan: (*Yelling out*). MA!!! LUKE’S TURNING BLUE!!
Lucinda: (*Her voice distant but loud*). WHAAAATTT!
*She runs outside from the back door. Her braided hair held back. She spotted her boys, as her eldest turned around, looking bright blue*.
Lucinda: OH MY OWN!!
*Rushing to him and scooping him around her arms*.
Lucinda: Janni, COME!
*Knowing this was serious, he followed his mother back into the house…*
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*The red itching eventually went away on its own, but Luke still had that blue hue. Taking a few or so days to lessen to powder blue to a cherry pink until pale again…*
Young Jan: Haha, you looked like a dang Smurf, Bro!
Young Luke: Shut up!
Young Jan: You DO! And you got to stay home from school! Wish I could turn blue and stay home.
Young Luke: Mom’s already on me day and night. You really want that?
Young Jan: So?…
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*Later memories…*
*During their hunting jobs…*
*Jan was coming back hours late one night. He found one woman trying to come onto him. At lest that’s what she did. She went between casual or horny real fast. Like she wanted to fuck him and the next very repulsed by the idea. While he preferred taking his lead, it wasn’t forbidden if a woman had spunk. But this one spelled “b-i-t-c-h” to him. Her hair almost silver and a spiked bob. Eyes under a black line of makeup over them. Black in crop top, pants and open toed high boots…*
*Still too strong. Almost tempted to continue, but he pushed her back like it was other whores. He got off her bed, getting his clothes on in a rush. But before he left, he took a swig of wine they shared. It wasn’t until the door slammed…what was he doing there, but shrugged and left…*
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*Jan hung out at one bar along the town’s back end street. Not dressed in his usual dark track suit he’s had for years, but still in dark theme of an ash grey long sleeve top and black shirt underneath and dark slacks. Luke wanted him to look somewhat different to blend in during the day if needed. Yet Jan also wore his usual eye design cap*.
*With the usual chatter, with various cigarette smoke, with glasses clinking and laughter. He only sat at the far end of the bar, cigarette and large glass of his own. It was his downtime; trying to socialize was more work and not even paid work. He didn’t know why his brother had “any” interest. Sure, Jan had a few in his time; mostly shooting between the breeze and shit. With the “weirder” and “freakier” of society. Most usually never bother or outright avoid him; he didn’t find them interesting either. While it would be nice to not hang out with Luke all the time; there haven’t been many, either too stuck up their own asses or got tired of his nonsense after a while. It was the same in this new line of work: more on the line when normally he wouldn’t care*.
*Despite feeling some hunger pangs, he downed his fifth beer when other “duties” called. He got to the men’s room in the back when the sound of yelling came from a back door. His ears perked up from a shrill squeal. The sound of a struggle. None of his shit to get involved he thought unless demons or something. A woman’s voice kept struggling. A scent rose up: harsh yet sweet, almost floral*.
Woman: Get off!
Man: Not gettin’ anything out of there!
Woman: FUCK off!
*She grunted, her wrist clasped as she made aim for his crotch. Harder than usual heels sent him yelping and loosened his hold. The other ones tried to grab her. A quick elbow to them, but with two, made it easier to hold her back*.
Woman: (*Yelling*). Nooooooo!
Man: (*Snarling*). Your fault, bitch!
*This scenario appeared familiar to Jan. Times he’d seen kids bullied, “images” of loose women choked and left aside like dolls. His ass gotten beaten at times when he didn’t prompt it, only to shrug off later…*
Woman: Fuckin’ suckers not gettin’ my-
*Her voice stopped, as her face stung*.
Man: (*Mocking*). That hurts my feelings, red. And you were the one comin’ on.
*This got Jan’s attention, hoping his bladder could take it. A quick crash through the door found him at the back of the bar. A little redhead, with even bigger guys. Trying to grab a purse and more*.
Woman: (*Pants*). Takin’ your hands on me won’t shut me up! Not my fuckin’ fault you think more with blood in your pants!
*She shrilled again, as the two men grasped her arms harder. The main talker was about to make his move. A crinkled crash hushed the scene. In darkness. A quick air blow out of nowhere left him confused. Until his neck came undone, the head spurted and toppled over, landing with a soft flop under the occasional flicker*.
*The other captors were stunned for a moment. Confused themselves when it suddenly dawned what happened. There was barely enough light, even with a broken security one. A quick swipe and crack left one guy’s arm severed, screaming and roaring in pain over his new stub*.
*A figure stood there in the flicker, as the third pulled out a pistol, the woman no longer a priority. Shots fired, silent yet made their mark of trying to add holes into Jan. Another familiar scenario, except he actually felt it this time, grunting with each tiny punch. When it stopped, the assaulter thinking they won, Jan only sighed*.
Jan: Owww.
*The gunman unsure if it was mocking or just a delayed reaction, but Jan only laughed in return. Another quick “swhoosh”, the gunman’s arm held for a second until that too broke, screaming and then covered, muffling while pulled back. The man with the stub stumbled back*.
Stubby: Fuckin’ ass-
*Now shut down for good from the gunman’s gun arm held for him instead. Then he was thrusted to another hidden wall, his shirt clasped in a gloved hand*.
Jan: (*Sinisterly*). Nice shootin’ there, asshole. But bullets still do shit…
Gunman: Wait wait-please don’t kill me!
Jan: (*Softly*). How bout you fightin’ back instead? Tell me what you know and death might not be fuckin’ bad!
Gunman: Shshshit! We really ain’t them! J-just told what to do-
Jan: So you ain’t real blood suckers?…
*Jan’s fangs newly formed suddenly, about to bite down*.
Gunman: It’s a paid job, MAN! ‘Supposed to get women (*Cries out*) OH FUCK!
Jan: (*Still grinning*). No homo, man. What ‘bout the women?
Gunman: …R-red guy! Told to bring them to him!
Jan: What about your buddies?…
Gunman: Worked for some lady! Gettin’ people!
*Jan made his lead for the jugular*.
Gunman: No-No-No homo??!!
Jan: I ain’t.
*Finally biting down his neck, mouth still covered as the man muffle screamed. He struggled as his neck was gulped*.
*Jan satisfyingly gasped for air when he was done. With a thumb to his mouth, he gave a forced blow; the bullets squeezed out and tinkled on the ground, as new info came in. Not only a main demon lead, but a woman involved. And some blonde intimidating woman-*
*Before anything else, he quickly looked around. Three dead bodies now red scorched and charred marks. He thought he saw the woman*.
Jan: Yo! You okay?
*Still on the ground, her face red almost like her hair. A door started to open before he could make a move. She took off in another direction, stepping over the head main fake vampire’s spot. Then, with some quick leaps, he sped out of there*.
*He found himself at a secluded stream. He took his soiled clothes off, quickly setting a spark along his fingers and thumb, letting the clothes come aflame. His thoughts went back to those artificials. A red guy? The demon lead? Or were they lackies of Dok’s? Then there was this blonde woman-*
*Until he wondered what happened…and why his clothes were on fire. The smell of fabrics and blood lit. And newly healed sporadic areas on his body*.
Jan: (*Muttering*). Fuck…Bro ain’t gonna like this…
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*A good thing it was still dark when the sky started to lighten up. Enough to leap and bound back under the cover of darkness, as Jan returned to their motel. At least no one around to see him in his underwear, not like he gave a fuck if some rando’s were, but usually not coming back in. And he actually did like that outfit. Least it was back to his usual track work suit. He didn’t wear his gloves that much save for specific hands on approach. Now those too were a memory among a pile of charred remains. Luckily, he still had his phone and cap*.
*His brother still didn’t return. Strange how normally Luke would be back by then. Most of the work was in pairs. But now back to being dressed, he tried to call with no pick up, just left a message. He figured he’d do the waiting, outside smoking, staring around*.
*Until Luke returned, not so cleanly pressed of what looked like stains on his normal pristine clothes and a short fat girl…*
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*When that passed, the new girl, named Alison, ended up tagging along. Not without taking on the Red Demon as a trio. It was at the mall bar that he saw the bright hair there. It couldn’t be her?? He walked on through the crowd, taking his seat*.
Jan: (*Ordering*). Three large…and one for her. Pointing down the end of the bar stools.
*The bartender brought it over to her, as he pointed down to him. She looked surprised, as she picked it up and moved over, now taking a new empty seat*.
Woman: Are you-no, thanks for the drink! But aren’t you-
Jan: Don’t think ‘bout it. Thought, I don’t know, somethin’ for the trouble.
Woman: No-thank you…if that was you that night…
Jan: Look, not one to play hero…just my night off…and you just took off…you-
Woman: Just Ginger.
Jan: …Yeah. I’m Jan.
Ginger: Umm, better not blab here. Maybe somewhere more…
*The beers came, as Jan was about to pay, but the woman offered up her bills. Looked pretty thick just for three or four, unless it was the pricey stuff*.
Jan: (*Thumbing over*.) Yeah, let me just… (*Slowly getting up and heading to the tables*.) A big grin on his face carrying the glasses…
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*They snuck past the other couple, shutting the door to the duo motel room behind Jan*.
Ginger: (*Heading for the bathroom*). I better wash off for a bit-
Jan: Why bother? You actually smell fuckin’ great! That’s some fuckin’ perfume you got.
Ginger: Uhh, that’s not really perfume…
Jan: It ain’t?? Shit, could’ve fooled me. I can’t stand some of that smelly shit water other broads wear.
Ginger: Can’t do some of those expensive or cheap ones. Kind of an allergy…but really, this one, I do need to wash off. Excuse me…
*Just as she got in, Jan made his move. Having to bend just slightly, his long arms wrapped around her body. His lips on her neck as he sniffed along*.
Ginger: Ohh wait! I-I don’t mind going for it, but this really isn’t perfume!
Jan (*Tender*). Come on, what’s the rush?
Ginger: I really am surprised you can handle it…and if you really are a vampire…
*Stopping for a moment*.
Jan: …So…it’s already that obvious…would’ve thought you’d knew when I took those wannabe shits out. Yet you’re actually willing to go all the way. And I didn’t even get to work my charm yet…either I’m off my game…or you got a little thing…which doesn’t describe mine at all…
*Another sniff*.
Ginger: Mmm…maybe…but, there’s more to it than that…
*Her hands held onto his…yet felt different. He was close to making a move past her ear, hoping to turn her head around, when it felt like something was pulling him down. A tongue then behind her shoulder; his eyes looked startled at missing the mark. He backed away, seeing how much taller she looked and was shrinking fast*.
Jan: (*Pitch slightly higher*). What the FUCK!!
Ginger: (*Turning around quickly*). Oh my!
Jan: (*Even higher*). The fuck’s going on??
Ginger: You’re shrinking??
Jan: Shrinking?? The fuck!?
*Finally settled to a few inches. Ginger squealed as she frittered over, carefully when kneeling down and sending Jan some imbalance*.
Ginger: Oh my God! I’m so sorry! I guess I did have my repellent on! That flower is suppose to shirk away vampires! Those assholes should’ve high tailed it! But it smells so similar, oh my God!
Jan: RePELLant!!? What did you fuckin’ do to me??!
Ginger: It’s not me! It’s only for protection! Hold on!
*She reaches her hand down, hoping to try to help. But something akin to a deep pin prick made her and her arm wince back, as she stuck her finger in her mouth*.
Jan: Careful where you fuckin’ put it! I don’t need to be picked up!
Ginger: I was trying to help!
*He licked around his mouth. Noting a warmth, a comfort. Not like from the fake vampire the other night*.
Jan: (*Curious*) …Maybe try sending that stuff back down?
Ginger: (*Finger in mouth*). Stuff? (Pulling her finger out as she looked at it). Umm…maybe…just…try not to bite.
*Reluctant, maybe judgement laxed then, but she brought her bleeding finger tip down, hopefully close enough to his mouth. And enough time to remember how funny he sounded to her, all high pitched. His tiny tongue licked along; it felt like rodent kisses. Almost cute if not macabre to her. He kept licking it up as it slowly bled, just as he was gaining some inches back. His slowly enlarged tiny hands held her large finger*.
*As far as taste went, blood is usually warm. Sometimes savory, or bitter or foul. Her’s had a floral hint, almost like the perfume or repellant, yet hearty enough. Slowly getting bigger and bigger, his hands reached more ground. Even feeling that sensation down below. Ginger stared back in amazement as Jan grew, still drinking away, before fully getting to stop, back to normal size*.
Ginger: I don’t believe it! They never mentioned something like this happening in the research.
Jan: (*Licking along his lips a final time*). Mention..what?
Ginger: Um…I wonder if you need to sit?
*He felt great, but slowly lifted himself back up*.
Ginger: I guess you figure it’s that obvious I’m not like other girls?
Jan: (*Somewhat calmer*). Not if they know that kind of stuff…guess that’s what folk’s meant being careful with that flower. Kinda does weird with vampire things and shit.
Ginger: I’m surprised it didn’t affect your brother. Should we check?
Jan: Ahh let ‘em be. Doubt Bro ever gets any.
Ginger: (*Sighs*). I’m really sorry about this. I’m just so new at this.
Jan: You also hunt vampires and monsters?
*He sat on the bed, lanky legs relaxed at the sides. She as surprised he would bring it up that casually*.
Ginger: I’m like a newbie at this. Not really suppose to be on my own, but those guys fit the description when I saw them. Thought I could somewhat handle. And of all times to forget that repellent.
Jan: Look, it’s done and over…not sure what it is, but something about you doesn’t piss me off. Blood’s alright actually…not like that one shit. (*Hands behind his head*). Just been starving, ya know? But not really now.
Ginger: Maybe you were hangry. Mouth not as dirty now.
*She wanted to pinch his cheek, her reaction to something being cute. Even his face softened a bit, probably still cheeky himself. And certainly not how he looked that night, whatever light there was*.
Ginger: Well, I did say I don’t mind shacking up, but if you’re all okay.
*His long arms reached for her waist, pulling her in and down on the bed. Laying next to him suddenly got her nose a whiff of his breath. Something about the blood and cigarettes didn’t mix to her*.
Ginger: But um (*getting up*) if you don’t mind.
*She goes to the dresser by the door, fishing around her purse*.
Jan: Lookin’ for a rubber? Not like I carry that fuckin’ much even undead.
Ginger: It’s more for your breath. (*Finally pulling a piece out and handing it to him*). Suppose to be a meal supplement, but it does wonders for breath.
Jan: Wait, gum?
Ginger: Can help with both if you get more than hungry. I can let you have it if you like.
Jan: (*Shrugs*). Whatever.
*He unwrapped it and tossed it into his mouth. He was taking large chomps out of it, noting a particular taste forming*.
Jan: (*Chews*). Roast beef?! (*Bolting up*). Shit! How they fuckin’ cram it in some tiny ass gum?
Ginger: All special top secret stuff.
Jan: Kinda sounds like what our uncle chew invented…geez, even the soup is warm! Reminds me of yours, but tomato…
Ginger: That’s an interesting course set…
Jan: Damn, going away chew could’ve had more than that!
Ginger: (*Nervous*). And experimental…kinda got to take some without them knowing…
Jan: Chew What…hold up…there’s a third one. (*Chewing softer*). Blueberry…pie…? (Confused).
Ginger: Ooh, that definitely sounds familiar.
Jan: Shit, that ain’t stoppin’. What’dya mean chew familiar?
Ginger: Like that kids movie? Willy Wonka and such?
*Trying to search his thoughts…might’ve seen it as a kid…chocolate factory…gum girl…*
*Ginger then noticed something peculiar. Hard to tell at first, until a flush of something came past his nose, getting darker and spreading. Like an eggplant color, deepening further*.
Jan: (*Perplexed*). Wait…didn’t it have that girl that turned into a fuckin’ blueberry?
Ginger: Umm…yeah?…
*Still thinking and chewing*.
Jan: (*Realization*). Ahh FUCK, Ging!
Ginger: Oh God! I’m so bad at this!
Jan: Fuck, it’s still coming… Gulp! They rmm put too much dessert instead the better stuff!
Ginger: Ooh, better spit it out then!
Jan: I chew like to…‘cept one problem…it doesn’t even fuckin’ taste like gum anymore!
Ginger: Ooo, don’t tell me you swallowed it??
*A thick sloshy sound gurgled in him. Too much juice procured in his mouth, enough for him to do a spit. The spot looked like a dark blue mound, sticking and hardening into the cheap carpet*.
Ginger: Ooo shit!
*With the wrapper in her hand, she tried to reach for it until Jan stopped her, his hand now a dark purple*.
Jan: Hold up, babe! If anything gonna fuckin’ happen to me like in that fuckin’ movie, better have that fuckin’ priority first!
Ginger: You’re right. I hate to think of how I’d actually juice you. But then have to deal with gum stuck crap later. And I hate when that happens!
Jan: (*Gulps*.) Fuck, it’s like chewing blueberry snuff!
*Occasional rises in sloshing procured, not just in his stomach, but everywhere*.
Ginger: Umm..might be a stupid question to ask…but..how do you feel?
Jan: How do you *think* I feel? I don’t know what this shit is doing to me, but I’m already feelin’ goddamn warm! (*Moaning while keeping his stomach down*). This *is* suppose to stop at some point?!
*She took a quick glance at him, nothing else seemed to happen. Still purple and sloshes gurgling. She walked around him, noting most of his features. Still pretty lanky if not as tall as Luke (almost everyone is taller than her), and even a firm butt. But no other obvious signs happening*.
Ginger: You’re certainly not going any further…
Jan: Gulp! Why the fuck then am I still tasting it?!
Ginger: Hrm I don’t know… (*Her eyes shot up*). Oh, oh wait!
*She rushed back to her purse, a few leafing and digging around*.
Jan: Oh, now you’re lookin’ for a rubber!! You’re not-
Ginger: Aha! (*Another piece of gum pulled out*). This might be it!
Rushing back, but not before picking up a trash bin.
Ginger: (*Instructing*). Spit out as much as you can! Then chew this! It’s not another weird gum! I know it’s been fully tested!
*The purple Valentine grunted, as Ginger picked up a bin for Jan to make a few more splattery spits. With the clear gum already unwrapped, she hands it to him, another piece in his mouth. He still tasted juices moving about, until it squeaked over the gum’s surface, the sloshing dying down, lessening the amount. Until it was back to chewing a regular piece of gum*.
Jan: (*Chewing*). Not anymore of that shit though. (A quick floral after taste hit his mouth). Now it tastes like..you?
Ginger: Huh??
*Now glancing at her finger, still left untreated. Not bleeding profusely, but still open enough*.
Ginger: Geez, all this excitement, I forget to cover my finger!
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*After eventually bandaging her finger tip from a travel sized first aid kit in the bathroom, she seemed reluctant to go further. Maybe just leaving it at that and head off, explain everything to her bosses. So much for trying to move up she thought*.
*That is, until Jan, still purple faced, pointed down on the bed, indicating her to climb on. Still wondering why, she walked over while slipping off her heels and stepped in. Her side of the bed creaked, but not moving forward*.
Jan: …Ah shit, don’t tell me you’re now afraid.
Ginger: Figure I might be bad luck for you. And even with a repellant.
Jan: Forget that shit right now. Probably karma or somethin’…
Ginger: (*Confused*). What do you mean?
Jan: What else? All the times I’ve fucked and left. It’s like nothin’ before. Same old shit. Don’t know what happened last time and I get literally blue balled… (Glancing below). Or purple balled.
*Ginger could only let out a giggle*.
Jan: What??
Ginger: (*Sudden snort*). I’m sorry! Hehehe it’s hehe just hehe purple balled!
Snorting again, letting out a long wheeze as she flopped down on the pillow, her arm over her eyes.
Jan: (*Slight grin*). That fuckin’ funny?? …That was you, you’d have fuckin’ massive blue tits!
Ginger: Hehehehe, a blue titted Ginger!
*Her giggle now uproarious laughter, as Jan joined in with his cackle*.
Jan: (*Laughing*). Ahhhh fuck hah hah! Fuckin’ porn star tits haahh! Like Fuckin’ Willy Wonka the porno!
*This made Ginger laugh even louder and harder. A good thing she ended up in bed. Both the trainee supernatural agent and vampire punk sharing uproarious comedy together. How long they laughed for was unknown. Ginger, eventually, got free to breathe normally again*.
Jan: (*Interrupting the moment*). Shit…feels like I’m already wasted and I didn’t get to drink one fuckin’ drop at the bar.
*Running his hand through his hair, letting his cap slip off*.
Ginger: (*Looking over*.) Oohh, so that’s what you look like without it? But…you now look like your cap. All dark..darker, and big glowy cat eyes. Guess those are contacts, if it goes along with your piercings.
Jan: Those *are* my fuckin’ eyes, babe.
Ginger: No shit, really? As if you couldn’t be farther from your brother. (*Remembering*). Oh! Hope we’re not disturbing them.
Jan: (*Sighs*). Leave ‘em. Probably better anyway.
Ginger: …’Cept now it’s something else. That reversal gum’s suppose to fix almost all ailments. Yet…I don’t know. Maybe if you still keep it in, it might help.
Jan: (*Looking off*). Well…not like I was going anywhere anyway.
*Ginger slid up to lay against the wall, stretching her shoulders*.
Ginger: Waiting for night to hunt too?
Jan: Depends what Bro wants to do next. Got a third wheel.
Ginger: How would you guys feel about a fourth?
*His eyes perked up by her asking. Thinking if this risks another human coming along. Yet she knew some things*.
Jan: Well…you’re the only one with wheels.
Ginger: I’ll definitely get a better one. If I’m still working…
Jan: I don’t know. Maybe Bro’ll put in a good word or something…right now…like I’m both tired and horny…
*Her hand plopped on his chest*.
Ginger: Still have this bed…
*Playfully trailing up*.
Jan: Shit…surprised you still want to do it even after looking like fuckin’ Grimace.
Ginger: (*Smirking*). Guess that makes me Ronald-or Rhonda McDonald. Maybe ready for a happy meal?
*Her same hand made the effort to reach down to his crotch. Jan let out a long moan, almost like it was holding it in until given the notice. He in turn close to her lips. The next drink will be next time…*
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*They finished their fun by then, and Jan finished being purple. Ginger gathered herself in the bathroom. Jan got up, just as things got blurry…his body moved to her purse, taking out the 3 course gum. He knew what he was doing but it happened anyway…for a moment…*
*She was quietly heading back out, Luke shushing to keep it down. Jan followed her back out, one last kiss…then placing the gum on the small table….a hushed voice telling him that if brought up, it’s the experimental gum from Dok…*
*Now back to being aware, confused of the quick time passage as he saw his older brother just napping with the other one. Thinking how he got over Clarice that quick, yet now in a better mood…*
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*After the memory played out, Ginger found herself in the same barren stone wall room with open windows. She cupped the ball in her hand like a delicate animal, seemingly at a loss. How much of this truly was Snowflake’s fault*?
*Another door stood out: that too opened…*
*Each door played out moments of the past. Each one revealing the times of Jan’s moodiness. When Ginger gave the okay to go further or try to bite…new memories revealed with uncensored scenes…all manipulating or outright forgetting key moments of his memory. Piling them down…locking them away…making his annoyance build…*
*Until Ginger brought it up with her uncle…they met at what looked like a library, with candles flickering, rows of books indicating to Jan its oldness and mustiness…slouching in his seat with hands in his pocket as they talked…*
Ginger: …I thought you’d be happy for me…I know I messed-
*A hushed voice: I have to make you seem distant…make you feel this…*
Steve: It was an extremely foolish- (to fall in love with a vampire) (I don’t want you flirting like that) (You’re dangerous, Ginger!)
*As she watched this play out: she looked perplexed*.
Ginger: Hey! That’s not what Uncle Steve said! Why else would we share the same room or be that close??
*Her hand holding the black ball gripped tighter*.
Ginger: Seems Millennium wasn’t the only one messing with him… (*To the ball*). That’s not what he said! I’ve told you that! Only trying to help…
*The hush then lessened, revealing the scene again*.
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Ginger: I did want to surprise you when we first drove up. And then Clarice. I wanted to tell you something’s been wrong with Jan. Please don’t be mad. I thought you’d be happy for me? I know I messed up, but I really want to be an agent. I want to help.
*Sighing as she finally let it all out, expecting the worst*.
Steve: (*Sighs himself*). While it was extremely foolish to not only go off on your own as a rookie, but not double, even triple checking protection. But it’s a miracle he was around. I did assume his brother was who you met. As I was already hearing about the brother’s and their assignments. But if it wasn’t for mentioning Luke’s relationship or…if that is what you call flirting. Yet, you seem more drawn to the later. And you’re already not like most vampires, considering if your lineage is true. While I’m not exactly thrilled with you dating a vampire, specially in this profession, you’re an adult and you’ll have to make and learn from your choices without being too dangerous.
Jan: (*To the point*). So wait, what’s wrong with me?
Steve: Only so much for a young woman’s choices in men-
Jan: Meant my fuckin’ head.
Steve: -And only so much with language.
Jan: So…you sayin’ you don’t want me dating, Ging?
Ginger: But, that’s not what he’s saying! Did you listen?
Jan: I did hear you say she’s fu-foolish for falling in love with me and (*thumbing to Ginger*) she’s dangerous.
Steve: Dangerous?? There haven’t been any “serious” arguments, have there?
Jan and Ginger: No!
Jan: But you still want us going out?
Steve: Hmm. (*Hand to chin*). I’m wondering if it must be more than a processing disorder. You did hear me say that, right? Not thinking I meant something else?
Jan: I heard you! I’m not that retar-
Steve: THAT being said! I have extra ears and eyes researching this. I’ll keep tabs for as long as needed. I will ask both of you, though, to not breathe a word of this to anyone. Not even to Alison or Luke. We don’t know what we’re dealing with if magic is involved and you’re not trained enough yet. I will also ask of you, young man, to try to curb some of your crassness and not be too foolhardy. And Ginger: if he has any more lapses, you keep reminding him. That shouldn’t be a problem for him. Also consider getting medical blood in the future. You may be fine balancing human sustenance, considering both of your appetites, caution and preparation are as important as balance…
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Ginger: She really been trying to fuck with you…
Snowflake: (*Disembodied voice*). He should’ve just let me fuck him. There’s not much you can do for him. The truth vill only be blocked again like before.
Ginger: Except I know there’s the truth! And I’ll let him know no matter what!
Snowflake’s voice: Vhether you do or not, not even the best magic vill help. Not even for a trainee like you! Veak little vitch-
Ginger’s fingers gripped on the ball, nails digging, tightening as her hand could.
Snowflake: -Not even-
Ginger: Janni! I know you can hear me! You’re not gone! You have me! Not just in my hand! Whatever the bitch wants you to do, do the opposite! My..Grimace…I’m sure you’ve been wanting that happy meal after that taste…now it’s time for the full meal!
*She suddenly winced, feeling a long drawn out pinch. Her grip on the ball shook, dropping it as it vibrated violently. Cracks of light…deepened further…until it exploded back in a blinding nova, clearing away the locked doors, the shrine, broken mannequins and hushed voices. Not even a trail of Snowflake’s defeated voice*.
*Jan reappeared back in form as his mouth dug into her neck. The visual of sharp teeth she felt and saw. As he pulled back and looked at her, was it actually genuine…no malice or lust…*
Jan: (*Echoes*). -Love ya….
*Her vision blurred and dimmed further*.
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*In the real world, Jan, finally back to normal size, had his maw punctured along her neck. It looked like they were embracing each other. They both awoke to find this placement, pulling away in surprise*.
Ginger: (*Her hand on her neck*). You did?
Jan: But you said-
Ginger: I was there? And your-
*He looked over himself, patting down, laying on top of the large tarp. Lifting a flap to look under, her arms then around his neck*.
Ginger: At least I can do this again. But…should we still let Uncle Steve know…?
Jan: He’ll still be mad if we blab or not.
Ginger: But you’re alright now?
Jan: I’m more than alright really! Haven’t felt like this since…since Bro and I were doin’ our own thing! Like everything’s burnin’ and I’m feeling’ fine without fuckin’ killin’ and fuckin’ up shit!
Ginger: Burning??
*Feeling his forehead and around*.
Ginger: I mean..you do feel warm…thought drinking from me would do that. But you’re not…
*Looking for other signs*.
Jan: That other thing? Don’t feel that.
Ginger: Hmm, maybe that’s just been a fluke. But-
*A pull from her chin and her lips met with his bare ones. No tongue this time. Just softer, passionate behind it*.
Chapter 44: Book 2 Chapter 17: Metamotherhood
Summary:
Luke and Allie have another family slice of life moment in-between the issues of past traumas and reclaimed memories.
(The series will be written in third person from here on out.)
Chapter Text
It was still quiet. Allie didn’t get much sleep that night, having to remove herself from bed, TV softly playing for most of it. Just as it was getting lighter out, she checked on Heather, still lying on the bed in a sprawled sheet, still asleep. She thought for the time being enough would let her relax if not exactly sleepy. Still too wired from the events of yesterday.
Their histories laid out like that, making somewhat more sense, even if not the whole story. What could it possibly mean about the feeling of being there but not there she thought. Like in a dream but awake?
She entered the kitchen for breakfast prep work, searching in the fridge. A bottle of creamer placed on the counter, she fiddled with a coffee pot for water and stainless steep cup for steeping. A moment to look at her old piece as she hears the pot going. Picturing how it would be done differently if she could. Her mug all ready, pouring and flavoring, but not quite ready for making food yet, and it was back to past ponderings.
It had both been a bevy of emotions since that night at the diner. A rare feat for her to be out at such an hour, so used to being at home that late at night, not much of a life she felt before. It was a miracle she ended up in public housing, something she wanted for the longest time. Group home life was definitely not for her. Yet, it ended up being too lonely, to her, stuck between having too many times without her say to not enough with any say. Social Security wouldn’t pay enough to live in a regular apartment given the housing prices in her old area, let alone work that didn’t frustrate or enrage her. She couldn’t help her emotions overcoming her then, wanting to do something different before dread and anxiety trapped her at home. Yet…unaware how much dealing with those feelings would persist, but in extraordinary ways. And even further lucky to have her special necklace on hand; now looking at it, with a new band, just as Luke entered.
Luke: (*Grinning*.) Looks like you’re still up.
After giving her some complementary kisses, they sat on the couch with their mugs.
Allie: And to think the same thing was going on in the other room. I wonder if he…
Luke: If he did, I wouldn’t say I’m surprised how he reacted to me. Still a nightmare.
Allie: But Ginger and Jan haven’t acted any different than usual. And he was actually being good yesterday, That must sound like someone’s nightmare.
Luke: At least he’s resting it off. Speaking of rest, what about Heather?
Allie: Still sleeping. Would’ve figured a 1-year-old would still be up early. But, learning about these things last night is enough to take a break from.
I take Ginger didn’t say anything else? About being an agent was it?
Luke: …I do know Steve has his own answers. (*Drifting into another conversation*.) Even after these years and actually finding a woman to tolerate him…how much hold does he still have on us? What am I missing?
She then lifted her necklace in her free hand.
Allie: And this belonged to your Mom?
Luke: Turning to her. The last thing from her. Added protection can only do so much, but still just as useful for calming. And something I felt you were gonna need. Haven’t thought much about your medications, I take?
Allie: Hrm…besides when I accidentally forgetting refills and remembered I already had something just as effective. I’ve thought how much better it might’ve made my life if I had something like this.
Luke: And wishing our childhoods weren’t screwed up. But, so do we all wish… (*Putting his mug down*.) Let’s put the problems aside for now. Just have to make sure the little one is taken care of before we have some time to ourselves. Thank God for freelance work and weekends, no?
Even if having her sleep would be nice, she knew it wouldn’t be so enjoyable if a baby was crying or alert, let alone wondering of past life quandaries.
Me: By any chance you got to talk to either Keith or Lucinda?
Just then, Luke’s phone went off in his pocket.
Luke: (*To her*.) As if on cue.
Flipping it open as he set his cup down.
Luke: Hello?
Keith: Yes, hello. I wish to speak to a Luke Valentine.
Luke: Wha-Dad, this *is* me. You don’t have to be that formal with family though.
Keith: Ahh, Luke. It’s still proper etiquette to know phone conversations and all. But, from what I understand, with your message, you’re having trouble with Jan?
Luke: (*Leaning forward*.) It’s more like…both of us..or..what happened that day.
Keith: (*Silent*.) Oh dear…
Another muffled voice on the line, asking who it was.
Keith: (*Away from receiver*.) It’s Luke, darling. I’m just returning his call. It’s about Jan-
A bit of rustling on the other line.
Lucinda: (*Almost frantic*.) Luke, what about Janni??!
Luke pulled his phone back from the volume.
Luke: Mother, he’s fine or fine for him! We’re sort of fine! But…some things have come up.
Lucinda: What things??
Luke: We had a bit of a…recovery moment. Explaining some gaps as it were. Is there any chance we could meet to talk about it?
Lucinda: (*Calmer*.) Oh well, it shouldn’t be a problem. If we weren’t busy on our end.
Luke: What do you mean?
Keith: (*Returning to the line*.) Apologies, Luke. But it seems word still travels among us. Thanks to your aunt and her chatters. Yet, older relatives slow on the uptake as it were. And all after you two were found to still be alive. It seems they want a reunion of sorts. We’ve been busy down here accommodating. They’re not used to the island sun let alone any sun with the older generations.
Luke: A reunion?
Keith: As much as we want to visit the states or for everyone to come down, we still wanted this to at least be a surprise. My only advice for now is to keep an eye on Jan and yourselves. As much as we wish to help, this is still something best learned solo. But, if anything serious does come up, don’t hesitate to let us know. Your mother and I apologize for the inconvenience. And I know she would want to see the little one again.
Luke: Hrm. With our experiences, the most unbelievable thing would be having no trouble at all. But, I understand.
Keith: We’ll let you know when things have somewhat settled to come down.
Lucinda: (*Over the line*.) Love you, all! And the same for the little peaches n’ cream!
Luke: Of course, Mother. And Father. Goodbye.
Flipping the phone closed, as Allie listened through the phone speaker. Though at times, it was already loud enough to hear.
Luke: Well, so much for past knowledge.
Allie: And it’s a family reunion?
Luke: Of sorts. It was a big deal when I was born, the first in centuries. Still a big deal when Jan came after. Not many Valentines of that skin color. And only fair to put up with another older generation as yours did with us.
Allie: At least the wedding wasn’t that crazy. But not many fully aware compared to Jan’s drinking. But…now what?
Luke: Hrm, I would’ve preferred to find some way and time to meet. But as far as family goes, mine still has that importance…and I do hope we can handle this in our own special way. Patting her hand.
They shared breakfast together like most mornings, after Heather finally woke up. Allie noted how capable Heather was holding utensils, making the messy efforts to feed herself, and not as picky about tastes, if it meant more meat themed mushes.
It was Luke who then suggested a day out before his parents arrived.
The first was at Central Park. As Heather was entertained by the squirrels hopping around, trying to talk to them and looking to her father as if he could also be squirrel sized to train them like Squeaky. Which made Allie chuckle; Luke getting both enjoyment by childish if now plausible imaginations and perhaps from her gut movements.
A quick ‘port to the Brooklyn Children’s Museum and its child-sized city replica. More hands on, and if any curiosity would stir about size and perspectives. For Allie, it started becoming draining to hear the sounds of screaming children. A sound she didn’t think she would ever force or choose herself to hear, a reason perhaps why she preferred solitary life. Luke took note of this, volunteering to guide Heather along to let her sit elsewhere quiet, despite her guilt of missing out. A young museum worker suggested some special ear plugs, said to mask out most sounds that work fine for the grown ups as well as children. At least for Allie, not feeling like Heather had to be left out, who was busy trying to pick up a shopping cart.
Then, a kid friendly, and sound friendly, lunch. The ear plugs kept on hand just in case. Heather certainly had a time using broccoli as a toy, after seeing one on Allie’s plate and wanting to try it. She playfully thought it might be much for just barely new teeth to gnaw on, fang or not.
The day came to an end returning back home in state. Luke kept on hand for any updates between Jan and lab work. No reports came up for “villain” spotting. Allie collapsed onto the couch as Luke put the stroller away and Heather at my side.
Allie: (*Sighs*.) So much today and so glad we have teleportation.
Luke: Yes, very handy.
Her head rested on her hand, feeling the lure of sleep.
Luke: (*Playfully*.) Oh dear…sounds like someone needs an early bed time.
Allie: What, me?
Luke: If Heather doesn’t mind, Daddy needs to show Mommy something special. Just Mommy though.
Picking Heather up as she gets up, straddling her on the side.
Allie: What is it that Heather can’t see?
Luke: At least…for now.
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