No Choice
Cheating Death
chapter 6
by
copier
· original author:
deadlysin811
She knew she had little choice in the matter, as much as she hated to admit it. Luke's enormous friend, was nothing compared to the massive delinquent that was Trish Pierce. Head hanging low, Diana would do possibly the most painful thing she had ever done, she extended her hand out. Luke was of course brought along for the ride as he was being hand delivered to this bully. A smirk on Trish's face as she held her hand out, palm facing up as her hand hovered under the hand Luke sat in, he able to look over the edge of it to see it. To him quite the fall, but to these two normal sized girls, it possibly wasn't even a foots worth. With a defeated sigh, Diana would tilt her hand and allow her tiny passenger to simply roll from her hand down toward Trish's. This motion only causing Trish's smirk to grow, twisting into somewhat of a twisted sneer as Luke's body drew near, she would pull her hand away. Allowing his body to continue to fall, causing his friend to of course panic as he continued to fall for the hard ground and certain doom.
Although, as he would hit, certainly expecting pavement to be under him, Luke may have considered himself lucky to still be breathing, well relatively so. More he should be counting himself lucky for now having lost any size for that one. The impact he had made simply bounced him, breaking much of the fall and throwing him back. He rolling off a rather familiar surface before eventually hitting the ground. He certainly hurt from the entire deal, both from his heart beating out of his chest, as well as the several hundred foot drop he just made. Though, as he picked himself up off the ground, all he could do was stare upwardly with his mouth wide open. Before him sat both his savior and his soon to be tormentor, or at least part of her. The large, no gigantic sneaker of Trish, the black material with the two simple letters "DC" printed across the side in large white print. Looking further up you could see what exactly saved you, this beaten up shoe which was presented right in front of you, dwarfing you with it's sheer size. You have hit the tongue of it and simply rolled down the laces and eventually off the toe of it to the ground.
Of course, it was soon after the realization of what exactly happened that the shock of the situation wore off and anger soon took over. This bitch dropped him, or perhaps more correctly, allowed him to fall as she did. She pulled her hand away and scared Diana half to death as she could be seen with a worried expression on her face. This would only cause the tiny man's blood to boil, the fearless daredevil as always as he didn't even hesitate to begin shouting up at Trish in his rage, ignoring the size difference for that split second. His small and perhaps squeaky voice reaching her ears as she would turn her attention down to him at her right foot. She not even batting an eyelash as she simply raised her foot ever so slightly and simply brought it down upon him with a sickening crunch. The last thing Luke seeing was the underside of her foot before everything went black.
Naturally however, as it always had happened, after an always indeterminable amount of time, Luke would regain himself. Eye's fluttering open as if he hadn't just been crushed like an insect under the foot of some punk girl. He immediately turning to find his friend who was currently being chased out of the alleyway by Trish's two flunkies. Leaving him to simply turn around and face the woman herself. He turning back around to spot that same shoe which had just "killed" him and his jaw would drop. It had grown, no he shrunk, down to a fourth of an inch if he was judging correctly. Nearly less than an insect, a mere ant at this girl's feet now. "So the rumors are true about your condition, interesting." Her voice would boom, keeping a tone which suggested she didn't give a damn either way. Something which only irked you more, but judging by how quick she killed you without even knowing for sure you'd come back. You didn't want to piss her off and become smaller, not that you were certain your voice would reach her anyhow. Still, that left you with a simple question on your mind, what was she going to do next?
Although, as he would hit, certainly expecting pavement to be under him, Luke may have considered himself lucky to still be breathing, well relatively so. More he should be counting himself lucky for now having lost any size for that one. The impact he had made simply bounced him, breaking much of the fall and throwing him back. He rolling off a rather familiar surface before eventually hitting the ground. He certainly hurt from the entire deal, both from his heart beating out of his chest, as well as the several hundred foot drop he just made. Though, as he picked himself up off the ground, all he could do was stare upwardly with his mouth wide open. Before him sat both his savior and his soon to be tormentor, or at least part of her. The large, no gigantic sneaker of Trish, the black material with the two simple letters "DC" printed across the side in large white print. Looking further up you could see what exactly saved you, this beaten up shoe which was presented right in front of you, dwarfing you with it's sheer size. You have hit the tongue of it and simply rolled down the laces and eventually off the toe of it to the ground.
Of course, it was soon after the realization of what exactly happened that the shock of the situation wore off and anger soon took over. This bitch dropped him, or perhaps more correctly, allowed him to fall as she did. She pulled her hand away and scared Diana half to death as she could be seen with a worried expression on her face. This would only cause the tiny man's blood to boil, the fearless daredevil as always as he didn't even hesitate to begin shouting up at Trish in his rage, ignoring the size difference for that split second. His small and perhaps squeaky voice reaching her ears as she would turn her attention down to him at her right foot. She not even batting an eyelash as she simply raised her foot ever so slightly and simply brought it down upon him with a sickening crunch. The last thing Luke seeing was the underside of her foot before everything went black.
Naturally however, as it always had happened, after an always indeterminable amount of time, Luke would regain himself. Eye's fluttering open as if he hadn't just been crushed like an insect under the foot of some punk girl. He immediately turning to find his friend who was currently being chased out of the alleyway by Trish's two flunkies. Leaving him to simply turn around and face the woman herself. He turning back around to spot that same shoe which had just "killed" him and his jaw would drop. It had grown, no he shrunk, down to a fourth of an inch if he was judging correctly. Nearly less than an insect, a mere ant at this girl's feet now. "So the rumors are true about your condition, interesting." Her voice would boom, keeping a tone which suggested she didn't give a damn either way. Something which only irked you more, but judging by how quick she killed you without even knowing for sure you'd come back. You didn't want to piss her off and become smaller, not that you were certain your voice would reach her anyhow. Still, that left you with a simple question on your mind, what was she going to do next?
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March 13, 2025
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