That's OUR kill now.
Revenge of the Geek Gal
chapter 11
by
copier
· original author:
deadlysin811
Although Ruthie did look rather inviting at that moment for Trish to move in for, there was still something else, an afterthought in the back of her mind. Heather, the reason for this mess, although it wasn't as if Trish was complaining about being five-hundred feet tall, still she wasn't going to allow her to go either. After all, when she began to think back, as would Ruthie and especially Edna. Heather had been a problem for all of their lives, the one thing that they shared in common. A problem that Trish would have dealt with years ago by caving Heather's face in, had the school not been so direct in keeping her from doing so. Although the world where Heather was on top, having everyone wrapped around her finger, they were gone, and the days where this bitch wasn't even as big as Trish's pinky finger were beginning. A grin formed on Trish's lips as she stared down at Heather, curled up in a ball sobbing.
Oh how so much that she wanted to just close her hand, smashing this girl in the palm of her hand, a thought which would cause her fingers to curl inward slightly, wanting to do it. Though a bit of control went a long way and an eery chuckle would soon follow as she eyed Heather who seemed to be out of it. "It's time for the queen to return to her kingdom." Trish would snidely say, though her voice was powerful enough to rock Heather back to this new world of hers. The plain of Trish's palm being what she immediately saw, until she looked up. When that happened, all that she saw was the face of her tormentor, those cold green eye's staring back at her. Though, much to her surprise, Heather would find herself being lowered to the ground. Was Trish letting her go, or was she just putting her on the ground to stomp her flat? Well much to this girls surprise, and after a moment of Trish clearing way the roof of the already crumbling high school. This action alone causing a few of the hopeful Teachers and Student who returned to the building for sanctuary to now bolt from their spots like roaches, feeding Trish's ego all the more.
Within a moments notice, Heather would surprisingly be softly put down, back into the school, in one of the hallways that ended in a dead end. Her back against that very wall at the end. This was also on the second floor, she able to see the staircase at the end a good fifty feet away. Likewise, she could catch a small glimpse of the destruction these two growing had done. On her way down, much of the school had been destroyed, this being one of the few wings of the school which made it. Tears painting her cheeks, Heather could only look with hopeful eye's to the sky and see what game Trish was playing here. "Ironic isn't it? You're Kingdom, where you were queen bitch is now crumbled at my feet. Seeing as how now, there is nothing holding me back from just killing you, that makes the whole experience a bit boring." Trish's words continued to bring hope to Heather. Although a small part of her knew it was just her bringing her up so that she could be knocked back down.
Still she had to cling to whatever it was that she could get, for her own sanity's sake. This was her only choice in the long run anyways, her only hope for survival was to move forward and hope for the best, rather than accepting that she was as dead as she is now. "I tell ya' what Princess, you get away from me and you live. I catch you, and well, you're fucked." A cruel grin spread across her face, Trish knew it was impossible for Heather to get away from her. With the roof cleared out, she could see every move that Heather would make, including each class room. She just wanted to torture Heather with hopes of survival that she never had in the first place. Still, it wouldn't stop Heather from trying, the blonde wanting to see tomorrow bolting immediately forward, running the long distance for the staircase. It wouldn't be until she was a few feet away from it that she would have to put on the breaks.
From the sky came crashing down, Trish's shoe with her foot inside it, attached to her leg. Debris raining down, coating the air with dust and the sort, but more importantly, Trish's stomp which let out a resounding thud and created a tremor which knocked Heather on her ass. The staircase disappeared under her foot, and when she pulled it back up and back out of the building, Heather could see that the staircase had broken way, leaving her with a two story drop to the ground down onto the broken cement which was the staircase. "N-no!" She would shout before rolling over back to her feet and running in the opposite direction. Turning to the first classroom she could find. Only looking skyward for a moment to see Trish beaming down at her cruelly, shifting her stance. Moving her foot from where it was, a bit of debri raining down from her foot as she moved it one the classroom and did the same thing. As Heather would open that door, Trish's foot would come into view, causing Heather to shout as she was knocked back again, she only able to see the DC Logo on the side of Trish's shoe from the doorway.
"P-please, stop!" Heather would shout before moving back into the fetal position, crying loudly as she just wanted to be left alone. Though it was obvious from the near deafening laughter above that it was not going to happen. "Done already? I though you had more fight in you than that, oh well." She would practically scoff at Heather, that smile never leaving her face. The next thing Heather would feel would be the enormous pads of Trish's finger tips grabbing her around the ankles before being pulled up. Heather having quickly tried to stand as a result of this, on all fours before being pulled. Would have the unlucky luxury of her hands giving way, and the side of her head smacking into the floor hard enough to put her on the verge of passing out. The last thing she hearing as she was being lifted all those hundreds of feet into the air upside down was Trish's voice. "Hey geek girl...." Everything would go black before she could hear the rest.
Heather would be quite surprised to wake up some time later. She screaming loudly as she came too, her body jolting around before she came to the conclusion that she was okay. Her ankles were free of Trish's grasp, she seemed to be on some sort of ground. Of course, this sense of being fine would be ripped away from her rather quickly as not only did she take note of the flesh covered ground, but she also took note of something else in front of her. A pair of massive black flip flops with the owners feet placed in them. Heather's eye would widen as she was left to look up and up to find the face of Edna glaring down at her, arms crossed over her chest. "How's it feel to be tiny?" Edna would practically growl down at her, eye's never softening as she had her enemy at her feet. The only bad thing here was that her hands were currently tied when it came to doing anything, and the reason would make itself known soon enough. "Finally awake, Princess? A voice, the voice of god it seemed to Heather. Booming didn't even begin to describe it as she was left to simply cover her ears and scream from it threatening to blow out her ear drums.
She she turned around to see the source, she nearly passed out from the sight. It was Trish, the still five-hundred foot tall Trish, and considering the still normal sized Edna was standing in Ruthie's palm also at her respective five-hundred foot height. It was safe to say that heather had been shrunk to a small size compared to Edna. Which made her unfathomably small to the other two. What else, Trish currently had her shoe in her hand, the opening facing Ruthie's palm. Both Edna and especially Heather could feel the arm air coming from them, the smell causing Heather to wretch. After all, these were the shoes that Trish had worn the better part of two or three years, her shoes that she trained in. They having seen their fair share of battles and collected many years worth of sweat and grime. Trish would only taunt the small Heather as she leaned in to take a smell, and pull her head back disgusted. "Man it stinks in there, well, welcome to your tomb Heather, You are going to die in here." The small girl could only shake her head back and forth, crawling backwards on her hands as she wanted to get away. Though all she felt was Edna's hand wrapping around her body, lifting her up wordlessly. "Well geek girl, toss her in." Would be all that Trish would say, nearly deafening Heather who screamed for her not too. Though Edna wanted to make Heather pay herself, there was still something appealing about what was to happen.
Oh how so much that she wanted to just close her hand, smashing this girl in the palm of her hand, a thought which would cause her fingers to curl inward slightly, wanting to do it. Though a bit of control went a long way and an eery chuckle would soon follow as she eyed Heather who seemed to be out of it. "It's time for the queen to return to her kingdom." Trish would snidely say, though her voice was powerful enough to rock Heather back to this new world of hers. The plain of Trish's palm being what she immediately saw, until she looked up. When that happened, all that she saw was the face of her tormentor, those cold green eye's staring back at her. Though, much to her surprise, Heather would find herself being lowered to the ground. Was Trish letting her go, or was she just putting her on the ground to stomp her flat? Well much to this girls surprise, and after a moment of Trish clearing way the roof of the already crumbling high school. This action alone causing a few of the hopeful Teachers and Student who returned to the building for sanctuary to now bolt from their spots like roaches, feeding Trish's ego all the more.
Within a moments notice, Heather would surprisingly be softly put down, back into the school, in one of the hallways that ended in a dead end. Her back against that very wall at the end. This was also on the second floor, she able to see the staircase at the end a good fifty feet away. Likewise, she could catch a small glimpse of the destruction these two growing had done. On her way down, much of the school had been destroyed, this being one of the few wings of the school which made it. Tears painting her cheeks, Heather could only look with hopeful eye's to the sky and see what game Trish was playing here. "Ironic isn't it? You're Kingdom, where you were queen bitch is now crumbled at my feet. Seeing as how now, there is nothing holding me back from just killing you, that makes the whole experience a bit boring." Trish's words continued to bring hope to Heather. Although a small part of her knew it was just her bringing her up so that she could be knocked back down.
Still she had to cling to whatever it was that she could get, for her own sanity's sake. This was her only choice in the long run anyways, her only hope for survival was to move forward and hope for the best, rather than accepting that she was as dead as she is now. "I tell ya' what Princess, you get away from me and you live. I catch you, and well, you're fucked." A cruel grin spread across her face, Trish knew it was impossible for Heather to get away from her. With the roof cleared out, she could see every move that Heather would make, including each class room. She just wanted to torture Heather with hopes of survival that she never had in the first place. Still, it wouldn't stop Heather from trying, the blonde wanting to see tomorrow bolting immediately forward, running the long distance for the staircase. It wouldn't be until she was a few feet away from it that she would have to put on the breaks.
From the sky came crashing down, Trish's shoe with her foot inside it, attached to her leg. Debris raining down, coating the air with dust and the sort, but more importantly, Trish's stomp which let out a resounding thud and created a tremor which knocked Heather on her ass. The staircase disappeared under her foot, and when she pulled it back up and back out of the building, Heather could see that the staircase had broken way, leaving her with a two story drop to the ground down onto the broken cement which was the staircase. "N-no!" She would shout before rolling over back to her feet and running in the opposite direction. Turning to the first classroom she could find. Only looking skyward for a moment to see Trish beaming down at her cruelly, shifting her stance. Moving her foot from where it was, a bit of debri raining down from her foot as she moved it one the classroom and did the same thing. As Heather would open that door, Trish's foot would come into view, causing Heather to shout as she was knocked back again, she only able to see the DC Logo on the side of Trish's shoe from the doorway.
"P-please, stop!" Heather would shout before moving back into the fetal position, crying loudly as she just wanted to be left alone. Though it was obvious from the near deafening laughter above that it was not going to happen. "Done already? I though you had more fight in you than that, oh well." She would practically scoff at Heather, that smile never leaving her face. The next thing Heather would feel would be the enormous pads of Trish's finger tips grabbing her around the ankles before being pulled up. Heather having quickly tried to stand as a result of this, on all fours before being pulled. Would have the unlucky luxury of her hands giving way, and the side of her head smacking into the floor hard enough to put her on the verge of passing out. The last thing she hearing as she was being lifted all those hundreds of feet into the air upside down was Trish's voice. "Hey geek girl...." Everything would go black before she could hear the rest.
Heather would be quite surprised to wake up some time later. She screaming loudly as she came too, her body jolting around before she came to the conclusion that she was okay. Her ankles were free of Trish's grasp, she seemed to be on some sort of ground. Of course, this sense of being fine would be ripped away from her rather quickly as not only did she take note of the flesh covered ground, but she also took note of something else in front of her. A pair of massive black flip flops with the owners feet placed in them. Heather's eye would widen as she was left to look up and up to find the face of Edna glaring down at her, arms crossed over her chest. "How's it feel to be tiny?" Edna would practically growl down at her, eye's never softening as she had her enemy at her feet. The only bad thing here was that her hands were currently tied when it came to doing anything, and the reason would make itself known soon enough. "Finally awake, Princess? A voice, the voice of god it seemed to Heather. Booming didn't even begin to describe it as she was left to simply cover her ears and scream from it threatening to blow out her ear drums.
She she turned around to see the source, she nearly passed out from the sight. It was Trish, the still five-hundred foot tall Trish, and considering the still normal sized Edna was standing in Ruthie's palm also at her respective five-hundred foot height. It was safe to say that heather had been shrunk to a small size compared to Edna. Which made her unfathomably small to the other two. What else, Trish currently had her shoe in her hand, the opening facing Ruthie's palm. Both Edna and especially Heather could feel the arm air coming from them, the smell causing Heather to wretch. After all, these were the shoes that Trish had worn the better part of two or three years, her shoes that she trained in. They having seen their fair share of battles and collected many years worth of sweat and grime. Trish would only taunt the small Heather as she leaned in to take a smell, and pull her head back disgusted. "Man it stinks in there, well, welcome to your tomb Heather, You are going to die in here." The small girl could only shake her head back and forth, crawling backwards on her hands as she wanted to get away. Though all she felt was Edna's hand wrapping around her body, lifting her up wordlessly. "Well geek girl, toss her in." Would be all that Trish would say, nearly deafening Heather who screamed for her not too. Though Edna wanted to make Heather pay herself, there was still something appealing about what was to happen.
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