Risk it. Run towards the back office. Unseen.
One Foot Tall Fiancé
chapter 23
by
copier
· original author:
gtstamer
Erza rubbed her burgundy short, curly, hair. It sometimes assisted her thought processes doing so. 'What am I going to do now?' she asked herself. She knew if she stayed there under the deskany longer she risked being discovered. Yet, on the flip side, she also knew if she went out in the open she certainly would be captured.
Neither option provided a desirable outcome or consequence.
Erza gulped. Peeking around the desk leg she witnessed the scientist on her hands and knees with her head on the ground so she could get a better vantage point to see across the floor to spot her. A quick glance at her chest she saw a name tag that read 'Dr. N. Wallace.' Then taking a gander at her surroundings Erza realizes this room is sparsely furnished. Little, if any, hiding places were available that could offer adequate coverage to escape this terminator of a giantess.
Then Erza took notice if a mousehole just past the woman on the wall on the far side of the room. The mounds of dust and dirt piled up in front of it indicated it had not been in use for quite some time. Deciding this would be perfect place to hide Erza thinks about how best get over to it. Being that it is much too bright to simply walk out in the open with the distance between her current position and her destination without being seen Erza toiled with her options. She could either zig-zag over to the dark hole using the limited covering she had available or simply chance it, rush with all her strength hoping to make it before she's caught.
Erza takes a few moments to compose herself. "Eeny, meeny, miny...."
Having no other recourse she ditched the cell from her back then started running. In hindsight, she thought upon hearing the woman's heels turn, grinding on the floor, she probably shouldn't have done it. 'Too little, too late' she thought, 'all or nothing now!"
"Ah ha! Where do you think you're going you little rat?" She screamed. "When I get my hands on you I'll make you regret you ever broke into my lab!"
Doctor Wallace had Erza sprinting faster than she had ever done before in her life. The intense confidence in the doctor's Russian accented voice sent waves of sheer terror up her spine. Erza's only mission now was simply to make it to that opening to survive.
Doctor Wallace clumsily scrambled after her target. Knocking over chairs, pushing aside trash bins, bumping into desks having their contents, many of which were topped with a myriad of experimental chemicals, falling directly on her head. Doctor Wallace was determined to catch the annoying little runt. Nothing was going to get in her way. Even if that meant letting unknown, smelly, sludge gravy its way onto her.
Next thing Erza heard was a Yelp of pain pain behind her following a loud THUD. She didn't stop her running, however, until she reached her goal. For a few breathless, nerve racking, moments she waited there. Nothing happens. Not a sound. Erza simply stood there shaking in fear as she started crying. Letting the terror of the situation finally overwhelm her she fell to her knees.
Turning away from the mousehole to sit on her behind, her back against the wall, Erza wipes the tears off her eyes. She then sees the doctor lying on the floor, her long raven hair sprawled haphazardly over her face. A trickle of blood running from her forehead down to pool on the ground around her head. It matted her hair to her prone form.
To the side of her body lay a lamp broken into pieces. Erza concluded it must've fallen upon her pursuer rendering her unconscious. She breathed a sigh of relief for the lucky turn of events.
Erza also noted the various chemicals in a rainbow of colors also pooling around the doctor's body. She briefly pondered how each substance would affect the doctor let alone how they would affect her when mixed together like that. 'Another mystery for another time' Erza reasoned. Now was not the time for her to be dilly-dallying. Let sleeping giants lie as they say.
Eying over her shoulder further into the tunnel in the wall Erza figured this would be the best way to bypass any further hindrance to her objective. Her mother's back office. At the very least would allow her to avoid any possible unnecessary run-ins with any security personnel alerted by the alarms.
~*~
Light filtered in through microscoping holes in the walls. They illuminated the musty tunnel just enough to give Erza a sense of direction in addition to the basic layout before her. It was mostly empty aside from the occasional old mouse dropping or miscellaneous object in her path.
After some time walking Erza come upon a rusted metal wall. She quickly deduced this to be an old air shaft once used as a vent. Leaning hard against it she managed to push it in enough to create an opening into it. Erza laughed. For once in her life she found a crawlspace she barely fit into.
Erza completely lost track of time. In the pure darkness seconds seemed like minutes. Minutes to hours. The tube she found herself crawling in seemed neverending. She wished she still had her cell. It could've provided some light.
Still, she kept on trekking. Erza refused to give up when she had come so far already. That's when a glimmer of hope shown off in the distance. She smiled. Rejuvenated in her efforts to reach the light at the end of the tunnel.
Eventually, after an eternity on her belly, the tunnel opened up wide enough for Erza to be able to walk. She was very relieved at this. This was short lived because upon reaching the end of the line she found the last obstacle she expected to find that would put a stop to her mission.
An immovable air vent cover.
Try as Erza may she could not squeeze herself through the openings. Try as she might she could not muster enough force to knock it loose. She was utterly, hopelessly, stuck. Erza was understandably freaked out. She jiggled the grate. Jiggled it grate again. It still wouldn't open. Far off in the distance behind her she heard the unmistakable KA-THUNK of the air unit catapulting back to life.
WHOOSH gushed the flow around her, pushing her up against the vents meshed opening.
The hurling machine then clobbered Erza with the pelting of dust bunnies of various sizes and densities. One after another their tumble weed make-up forcing her to gag unwittingly. Doing her best to wave them off of her a shadow suddenly cast itself over her.
It was the pantyless scientist lady, Doctor Wallace. Apparently having recovered enough to enter the back office to look for the teeny intruder. Her hand holding a rag to her head she scanned the room thoroughly. The seething expression on her face telling Erza a she needed to know about her intentions.
This wouldn't have been an issue if it had not been for the fluff balls aggravating her allergies. The spores released from them caused Erza's eyes to water while simultaneously affecting the sensitivities of her nostral hairs. She cupped her face-hole openings in a desperate attempt to prolong the enevitable as long as she could. At least until the giant huntress left the room. Until then Erza knew if she wanted to escape she needed to be as quiet as possible.
The world, as it seems, had other plans.
ACHOO!
"What was that?" Doctor Wallace exaimed. "I hear you in here you little bug!"
Doctor Wallace heard a meek eep eminate from the vent below her. Looking down she saw the plasted form of the interloper splayed upon the air shaft's screen. Erza laid there frozen. A meat flavored popsicle in the hungry eyes of the Russian sounding huntress.
"So that's where you went off too! I'm astonished you made it so far. I guess congratulations are on order. Well done!" Doctor Wallace praised, albeit disenganuously. "However..." She continues, "I'm afraid your temporary access to this secure facility is henceforth terminated effective immediately. With extreme prejudice."
Erza's heart palpitated hard seeing the face of the doctor come mere inches in front of you. Erza is helpless to move as she quakes in fear. The maniacle chuckles Doctor Wallace only further instilled into the tiny woman how hopeless her situation was.
"Truth be told I didn't think I'd be able to find you so quickly; you're a fool to think you could sneak past me. Your little feet and squeeks make more sound than your puny brain would think they do, even over these blasted alarms!"
With a start you feel the grate being pulled free from the wall with you on it no less. Bits of debris and dust filled the air around them both causing . Apparently, the moisture from years of being used had weaked the structural integrity of the wall surrounding it. 'If only I had though of this,' Erza scolded herself, 'Then I wouldn't be in this mess.'
Erza listened while Doctor Wallace went into a small coughing fit from the spray of old plaster in her face. That's about all she could so since the doctor had defly swiped Erza up during her fit. Luckily for her, if she could consider it lucky, the cloud of ash had only gone towards her captor leaving her to breathe rather freely.
Erza, frustrated with the whole ordeal, rolled her eyes. "Oh why don't you shut up you fucking cow."
Much to her astonishment when Doctor Wallace...
Neither option provided a desirable outcome or consequence.
Erza gulped. Peeking around the desk leg she witnessed the scientist on her hands and knees with her head on the ground so she could get a better vantage point to see across the floor to spot her. A quick glance at her chest she saw a name tag that read 'Dr. N. Wallace.' Then taking a gander at her surroundings Erza realizes this room is sparsely furnished. Little, if any, hiding places were available that could offer adequate coverage to escape this terminator of a giantess.
Then Erza took notice if a mousehole just past the woman on the wall on the far side of the room. The mounds of dust and dirt piled up in front of it indicated it had not been in use for quite some time. Deciding this would be perfect place to hide Erza thinks about how best get over to it. Being that it is much too bright to simply walk out in the open with the distance between her current position and her destination without being seen Erza toiled with her options. She could either zig-zag over to the dark hole using the limited covering she had available or simply chance it, rush with all her strength hoping to make it before she's caught.
Erza takes a few moments to compose herself. "Eeny, meeny, miny...."
Having no other recourse she ditched the cell from her back then started running. In hindsight, she thought upon hearing the woman's heels turn, grinding on the floor, she probably shouldn't have done it. 'Too little, too late' she thought, 'all or nothing now!"
"Ah ha! Where do you think you're going you little rat?" She screamed. "When I get my hands on you I'll make you regret you ever broke into my lab!"
Doctor Wallace had Erza sprinting faster than she had ever done before in her life. The intense confidence in the doctor's Russian accented voice sent waves of sheer terror up her spine. Erza's only mission now was simply to make it to that opening to survive.
Doctor Wallace clumsily scrambled after her target. Knocking over chairs, pushing aside trash bins, bumping into desks having their contents, many of which were topped with a myriad of experimental chemicals, falling directly on her head. Doctor Wallace was determined to catch the annoying little runt. Nothing was going to get in her way. Even if that meant letting unknown, smelly, sludge gravy its way onto her.
Next thing Erza heard was a Yelp of pain pain behind her following a loud THUD. She didn't stop her running, however, until she reached her goal. For a few breathless, nerve racking, moments she waited there. Nothing happens. Not a sound. Erza simply stood there shaking in fear as she started crying. Letting the terror of the situation finally overwhelm her she fell to her knees.
Turning away from the mousehole to sit on her behind, her back against the wall, Erza wipes the tears off her eyes. She then sees the doctor lying on the floor, her long raven hair sprawled haphazardly over her face. A trickle of blood running from her forehead down to pool on the ground around her head. It matted her hair to her prone form.
To the side of her body lay a lamp broken into pieces. Erza concluded it must've fallen upon her pursuer rendering her unconscious. She breathed a sigh of relief for the lucky turn of events.
Erza also noted the various chemicals in a rainbow of colors also pooling around the doctor's body. She briefly pondered how each substance would affect the doctor let alone how they would affect her when mixed together like that. 'Another mystery for another time' Erza reasoned. Now was not the time for her to be dilly-dallying. Let sleeping giants lie as they say.
Eying over her shoulder further into the tunnel in the wall Erza figured this would be the best way to bypass any further hindrance to her objective. Her mother's back office. At the very least would allow her to avoid any possible unnecessary run-ins with any security personnel alerted by the alarms.
~*~
Light filtered in through microscoping holes in the walls. They illuminated the musty tunnel just enough to give Erza a sense of direction in addition to the basic layout before her. It was mostly empty aside from the occasional old mouse dropping or miscellaneous object in her path.
After some time walking Erza come upon a rusted metal wall. She quickly deduced this to be an old air shaft once used as a vent. Leaning hard against it she managed to push it in enough to create an opening into it. Erza laughed. For once in her life she found a crawlspace she barely fit into.
Erza completely lost track of time. In the pure darkness seconds seemed like minutes. Minutes to hours. The tube she found herself crawling in seemed neverending. She wished she still had her cell. It could've provided some light.
Still, she kept on trekking. Erza refused to give up when she had come so far already. That's when a glimmer of hope shown off in the distance. She smiled. Rejuvenated in her efforts to reach the light at the end of the tunnel.
Eventually, after an eternity on her belly, the tunnel opened up wide enough for Erza to be able to walk. She was very relieved at this. This was short lived because upon reaching the end of the line she found the last obstacle she expected to find that would put a stop to her mission.
An immovable air vent cover.
Try as Erza may she could not squeeze herself through the openings. Try as she might she could not muster enough force to knock it loose. She was utterly, hopelessly, stuck. Erza was understandably freaked out. She jiggled the grate. Jiggled it grate again. It still wouldn't open. Far off in the distance behind her she heard the unmistakable KA-THUNK of the air unit catapulting back to life.
WHOOSH gushed the flow around her, pushing her up against the vents meshed opening.
The hurling machine then clobbered Erza with the pelting of dust bunnies of various sizes and densities. One after another their tumble weed make-up forcing her to gag unwittingly. Doing her best to wave them off of her a shadow suddenly cast itself over her.
It was the pantyless scientist lady, Doctor Wallace. Apparently having recovered enough to enter the back office to look for the teeny intruder. Her hand holding a rag to her head she scanned the room thoroughly. The seething expression on her face telling Erza a she needed to know about her intentions.
This wouldn't have been an issue if it had not been for the fluff balls aggravating her allergies. The spores released from them caused Erza's eyes to water while simultaneously affecting the sensitivities of her nostral hairs. She cupped her face-hole openings in a desperate attempt to prolong the enevitable as long as she could. At least until the giant huntress left the room. Until then Erza knew if she wanted to escape she needed to be as quiet as possible.
The world, as it seems, had other plans.
ACHOO!
"What was that?" Doctor Wallace exaimed. "I hear you in here you little bug!"
Doctor Wallace heard a meek eep eminate from the vent below her. Looking down she saw the plasted form of the interloper splayed upon the air shaft's screen. Erza laid there frozen. A meat flavored popsicle in the hungry eyes of the Russian sounding huntress.
"So that's where you went off too! I'm astonished you made it so far. I guess congratulations are on order. Well done!" Doctor Wallace praised, albeit disenganuously. "However..." She continues, "I'm afraid your temporary access to this secure facility is henceforth terminated effective immediately. With extreme prejudice."
Erza's heart palpitated hard seeing the face of the doctor come mere inches in front of you. Erza is helpless to move as she quakes in fear. The maniacle chuckles Doctor Wallace only further instilled into the tiny woman how hopeless her situation was.
"Truth be told I didn't think I'd be able to find you so quickly; you're a fool to think you could sneak past me. Your little feet and squeeks make more sound than your puny brain would think they do, even over these blasted alarms!"
With a start you feel the grate being pulled free from the wall with you on it no less. Bits of debris and dust filled the air around them both causing . Apparently, the moisture from years of being used had weaked the structural integrity of the wall surrounding it. 'If only I had though of this,' Erza scolded herself, 'Then I wouldn't be in this mess.'
Erza listened while Doctor Wallace went into a small coughing fit from the spray of old plaster in her face. That's about all she could so since the doctor had defly swiped Erza up during her fit. Luckily for her, if she could consider it lucky, the cloud of ash had only gone towards her captor leaving her to breathe rather freely.
Erza, frustrated with the whole ordeal, rolled her eyes. "Oh why don't you shut up you fucking cow."
Much to her astonishment when Doctor Wallace...
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