Remembering her Punching Bag
Revenge of the Geek Gal
chapter 11
by
copier
· original author:
deadlysin811
As Trish dwindled, hitting her normal size in just a short few moments after being hit by Heather and sent flying. Either the fearless cage fighter couldn't help but feel the drop of her stomach as she saw those blue eyes glaring at her, seething with anger and looking for retribution. Blood running from the corner of her mouth, her right arm stinging with pain from nearly being broken in half. She wanted to make Trish pay, and with her life it would come.
Lifting her sneaker covered foot from the ground, she hovered it above Trish, causing the now normal sized girl to grimace, cursing at not finishing her when she had the chance, knowing she was about to die. Heather tilting her head to the side and grinning a malicious grin. "You hurt me, but times up bug bitch, time to go splat like the worthless insect you are." Heather would simply say, though the actually splat part never seemed to come. Instead, Heather would simply be left there, standing, the gears turning in her head. "Speaking of insects, where's Edna?" Heather would practically giggle this, wanting to see her punching bag so pathetic and weak, and at her feet. Not to mention, didn't she bring that gun to school, what did she call it, a.....size gun.
Heather's eye's lit up at the thought, after all, here she was at fifty feet tall, so the idea, no matter how silly, even for her, she was proof it was true. She would simply lower her foot back to the ground, to the side of Trish who simply scurried away to lick her wounds. Ohhhh Ednaaaaa, come out please, and bring that size gun with you, I have quite a few demands." Heather would call out in a sing song styled voice as she surveyed the ground for her little victim. Having allowed Trish to leave, since she had bigger fish to fry, although perhaps that decision would come back to haunt her, especially since she just called out Edna's device. Unfortunately for Heather, Edna had long since retreated, not wanting any part of a giant Heather who was recovered, especially since she didn't seem interested in Trish anymore, she taking shelter inside the school to plan out her next move.
Trish on the other hand, still feeling the effects of a giant fist to her face, agitated that Heather had managed to get the better of her due to that little pipsqueak geek girl's interference as she was to find out through Heather's big mouth. Rubbing her face as she wandered the nearly abandoned hallways. She knew she saw Edna run back into the school, and as she could hear Heather's voice calling for her, the walls rumbling with each step that big bitch took, Trish knew that they both had the same intentions in mind. Find Edna, and in Trish's case, either force her to do what Trish wanted, which was to make her so big that Heather would be a speck at her feet along with the rest of the world. Or take it by force, and achieve the same thing. Heather no doubt also wanted more power added to her, which made things a bit tense for Trish as she could almost feel Heather's presence looming over the school, making this a race against time for the delinquent.
Lifting her sneaker covered foot from the ground, she hovered it above Trish, causing the now normal sized girl to grimace, cursing at not finishing her when she had the chance, knowing she was about to die. Heather tilting her head to the side and grinning a malicious grin. "You hurt me, but times up bug bitch, time to go splat like the worthless insect you are." Heather would simply say, though the actually splat part never seemed to come. Instead, Heather would simply be left there, standing, the gears turning in her head. "Speaking of insects, where's Edna?" Heather would practically giggle this, wanting to see her punching bag so pathetic and weak, and at her feet. Not to mention, didn't she bring that gun to school, what did she call it, a.....size gun.
Heather's eye's lit up at the thought, after all, here she was at fifty feet tall, so the idea, no matter how silly, even for her, she was proof it was true. She would simply lower her foot back to the ground, to the side of Trish who simply scurried away to lick her wounds. Ohhhh Ednaaaaa, come out please, and bring that size gun with you, I have quite a few demands." Heather would call out in a sing song styled voice as she surveyed the ground for her little victim. Having allowed Trish to leave, since she had bigger fish to fry, although perhaps that decision would come back to haunt her, especially since she just called out Edna's device. Unfortunately for Heather, Edna had long since retreated, not wanting any part of a giant Heather who was recovered, especially since she didn't seem interested in Trish anymore, she taking shelter inside the school to plan out her next move.
Trish on the other hand, still feeling the effects of a giant fist to her face, agitated that Heather had managed to get the better of her due to that little pipsqueak geek girl's interference as she was to find out through Heather's big mouth. Rubbing her face as she wandered the nearly abandoned hallways. She knew she saw Edna run back into the school, and as she could hear Heather's voice calling for her, the walls rumbling with each step that big bitch took, Trish knew that they both had the same intentions in mind. Find Edna, and in Trish's case, either force her to do what Trish wanted, which was to make her so big that Heather would be a speck at her feet along with the rest of the world. Or take it by force, and achieve the same thing. Heather no doubt also wanted more power added to her, which made things a bit tense for Trish as she could almost feel Heather's presence looming over the school, making this a race against time for the delinquent.
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