Scrambling for the Solution
Revenge of the Geek Gal
chapter 16
by
copier
· original author:
deadlysin811
With a nod of her head and an optimistic smile, Edna couldn't help but let out a sigh of confidence as her and Ruthie had at least a semblance of a plan. Though far from concrete as it not only required the ability for Edna to fix her device. Fortunately she having the Ruthie Taxi service to get her from point A to point B. That would be once the ungodly tremors that were Trish's foot steps quit rocking the earth enough so that even Ruthie could get her footing enough to move. The still giant best friend of this young geek, carrying her in the palm of her hand across the town which had nearly met it's end under the shoe of Trish. A disgusting and yet mildly entertaining thought to Edna, to think of not only the town, buildings and streets, but even the people to be stuck in her treads. The town much like a wad of gum and they unfortunate ants who happened to be in it once stepped on. Instead, Trish wanted something more cruel for the town, for them to suffer as Heather had done.
Perhaps it was poetic justice at this point as Edna herself had condemned the once popular and alive young woman to her death in a similar fashion. To die under the sock covered foot of this woman, to either die from the puddles of sweat that had gathered, or hell even at their current size difference. The heat which would generate from her foot would no doubt be enough to bake any who were "lucky" enough to not simply be crushed by her unforgiving mass. Still, there was one thing that bugged Edna more than anything as she simply rode in Ruthie's palm, the rhythmic and far more tolerable tremors caused by the much smaller giant, almost comforting to her mind when compared to the still distant rumbles which could be heard from Trish's departure. It never have left Edna's mind, not since she had realized Trish had survived her plot to kill her, and especially not since the gun refused to do as she had willed it. That warning sign, the red hue to the beam of energy which had struck Trish, as well as the fact that Trish was able to survive being so unbelievably gigantic.
Her calculations were not incorrect, that much growth should have killed her, putting her above the oxygen level of the planet where she would suffocate, and yet she was able to not only breathe, but further taunt her and Ruthie, as well as the world. Caught so deep in thought, nearly to a maddening level as she gritted her teeth trying to find any answer she could. She almost hadn't even noticed as Ruthie would give her hand a slight shake before putting her hand to the ground, angling it so that Edna could gently slide off to the ground below. Literally dropping her off at her own front lawn, and back into the "World of the Ants" as Trish would address them, possibly from now on if she couldn't fix this. A thought which only caused a shudder to make it's way up her spine as she thought about how easily "Goddess Trish" could live up to that name and rule this Planet. Something Edna would only see if Quiet Rock somehow survived past this day, irritatingly enough if by the mercy of the Goddess.
As she looked around her neighborhood, she couldn't help but notice that the immediate environment was far past worse for wear. An area not at all touched by the sudden appearance of giants and yet the scene was something out of an end of the world movie. Fire Hydrants having erupted, water spitting straight up from it and coating the immediate area in moisture. Car's turned over and sections of homes either on fire or simply collapsed. Simply from the tremors of Trish's monolithic foot steps and the power of her lesser actions. people either injured or even dead, homes broken into as people's sanity and reasoning was slowly depleting and it was all her fault. The guilt was immediate, the ever emotional Edna, whether quick to anger or calm down. She would feel the tears of sorrow flowing from her eyes. Her vision blurring slightly as she couldn't help but sob as the wails of humanity were heard. It was something that Ruthie had picked up on as she would use her index finger, her hand far too big, and even this appendage still outsized her friend. Still she would try to comfort and console her as she would simply pet her with the pad of her finger, ruffling her hair slightly.
"Come on Edna, you still have a chance to make it right. You need to hurry before she causes even more destruction." Ruthie would try to reason, her voice low and soothing as she talked to her friend. Though even at her size, it was more than just a whisper to those of normal size. Yet it would seem to do something for Edna who would slowly begin to wipe the tears from her face and do her best to give Ruthie that confident nod of her head, though it was evident she was still reeling from what she had caused. Inside the house, hours would go by as Edna had moved to her room, accessing her tools as she sat at her "workbench" which was her desk. Several of the things she thought she would need to try and repair her device scattered here and there as she had it cracked open. Her T.V. on behind her, serving as nothing more than background noise to will her own.
No matter the channel which she could have chose to put it on, the result would be the same. Each channel had an emergency news broadcast, whether local or even statewide, even international. Everyone not only in the United States, but also the World were only concerned about one thing, Trish. Every so often, Edna would turn around in her chair to look at it, she seeing the outward shots of Trish stomping around the world. It almost a surreal feeling to see Trish stomp the ground, and just but a second later, almost as if having a delay, feel the earth rumble as a result. Though each time that she would do this, a sudden tapping on her window would break her trance. She looking for but a moment to see Ruthie's gigantic eye looking in on from outside, willing her on.
Perhaps it was poetic justice at this point as Edna herself had condemned the once popular and alive young woman to her death in a similar fashion. To die under the sock covered foot of this woman, to either die from the puddles of sweat that had gathered, or hell even at their current size difference. The heat which would generate from her foot would no doubt be enough to bake any who were "lucky" enough to not simply be crushed by her unforgiving mass. Still, there was one thing that bugged Edna more than anything as she simply rode in Ruthie's palm, the rhythmic and far more tolerable tremors caused by the much smaller giant, almost comforting to her mind when compared to the still distant rumbles which could be heard from Trish's departure. It never have left Edna's mind, not since she had realized Trish had survived her plot to kill her, and especially not since the gun refused to do as she had willed it. That warning sign, the red hue to the beam of energy which had struck Trish, as well as the fact that Trish was able to survive being so unbelievably gigantic.
Her calculations were not incorrect, that much growth should have killed her, putting her above the oxygen level of the planet where she would suffocate, and yet she was able to not only breathe, but further taunt her and Ruthie, as well as the world. Caught so deep in thought, nearly to a maddening level as she gritted her teeth trying to find any answer she could. She almost hadn't even noticed as Ruthie would give her hand a slight shake before putting her hand to the ground, angling it so that Edna could gently slide off to the ground below. Literally dropping her off at her own front lawn, and back into the "World of the Ants" as Trish would address them, possibly from now on if she couldn't fix this. A thought which only caused a shudder to make it's way up her spine as she thought about how easily "Goddess Trish" could live up to that name and rule this Planet. Something Edna would only see if Quiet Rock somehow survived past this day, irritatingly enough if by the mercy of the Goddess.
As she looked around her neighborhood, she couldn't help but notice that the immediate environment was far past worse for wear. An area not at all touched by the sudden appearance of giants and yet the scene was something out of an end of the world movie. Fire Hydrants having erupted, water spitting straight up from it and coating the immediate area in moisture. Car's turned over and sections of homes either on fire or simply collapsed. Simply from the tremors of Trish's monolithic foot steps and the power of her lesser actions. people either injured or even dead, homes broken into as people's sanity and reasoning was slowly depleting and it was all her fault. The guilt was immediate, the ever emotional Edna, whether quick to anger or calm down. She would feel the tears of sorrow flowing from her eyes. Her vision blurring slightly as she couldn't help but sob as the wails of humanity were heard. It was something that Ruthie had picked up on as she would use her index finger, her hand far too big, and even this appendage still outsized her friend. Still she would try to comfort and console her as she would simply pet her with the pad of her finger, ruffling her hair slightly.
"Come on Edna, you still have a chance to make it right. You need to hurry before she causes even more destruction." Ruthie would try to reason, her voice low and soothing as she talked to her friend. Though even at her size, it was more than just a whisper to those of normal size. Yet it would seem to do something for Edna who would slowly begin to wipe the tears from her face and do her best to give Ruthie that confident nod of her head, though it was evident she was still reeling from what she had caused. Inside the house, hours would go by as Edna had moved to her room, accessing her tools as she sat at her "workbench" which was her desk. Several of the things she thought she would need to try and repair her device scattered here and there as she had it cracked open. Her T.V. on behind her, serving as nothing more than background noise to will her own.
No matter the channel which she could have chose to put it on, the result would be the same. Each channel had an emergency news broadcast, whether local or even statewide, even international. Everyone not only in the United States, but also the World were only concerned about one thing, Trish. Every so often, Edna would turn around in her chair to look at it, she seeing the outward shots of Trish stomping around the world. It almost a surreal feeling to see Trish stomp the ground, and just but a second later, almost as if having a delay, feel the earth rumble as a result. Though each time that she would do this, a sudden tapping on her window would break her trance. She looking for but a moment to see Ruthie's gigantic eye looking in on from outside, willing her on.
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