Dust Blow
Family's New Shrink Ray
chapter 9
by
copier
· original author:
pats2015
While Debbie and Steve watched the the specks below race for their lives down on the table's wooden surface it was chaos.
What Steve had expected to be a straight forward race to the finish turned into a much more physical affair. Shoving, tripping, and hair pulling was all present. Some pairs had even broken off and gotten into brawls, more interested in incapacitating their opponents than finishing the race. Steve may had set out to test the micro people's speed but instead he was witnessing a brutal display or lack there of, humanity in a survival situation.
Claire tried her best to avoid everything going on around her. Claire loved the Hunger Games series, but never in her wildest dreams did she think she'd find herself fighting for her own life. Using her jumping ability she hurdled a pair of women caught rolling around on the ground. With lightning fast agility she managed to side step a man grasping at her legs as she ran. Whether he wanted her help or was just trying to drag her down Claire had no idea. She was just focused on the finish line that still seemed so far away.
Claire looked up to see Steve's giant head presiding over the chaos, unaware or more likely uncaring of the carnage he had created. Steve had positioned himself over the finish line to determine the cutoff between who was safe and who wasn't. That was also Claire's marker as well. Looking ahead at the field there were still several groups of runners ahead of her. She figured she sat in the middle of the pack. But in the end it was all arbitrary and it was up to Steve where was the cutoff for safety. The only guarantee for safety was first place and right now that seemed to be fading faster than she could run.
Claire looked up again towards her boyfriend's father and now tormentor only to see for the first time his gaze is not on the race. Claire heard a godly voice in the air before it was followed by loud crashing footsteps approaching. Looking up towards the sky she was terrified when a new colossal face leaned in closer towards her. It was Derek's mom, Debbie. The sudden intrusion of this titanic observer caused Claire to fall flat on the hard wooden surface. She looked up in time to see several more runners speed past her. That was it. She was a goner.
As more runners raced along the table's surface they left tiny, imperceptible shoe and foot prints on the wood. It had been a long time since that table had been cleaned and it showed. On the final stretch the runners' stride's kicked up more bits of dust and debris into the air. Debbie was so invested in the experiment that she leaned in far closer than Steve. Her face hovered right above many runners.
Debbie's normal inhales acted like a vacuum unknowingly sucking up several runners who ran underneath her nostrils. One minute they were there the next they sent up the woman's nose. Along with these poor souls clumps of dust particles also made their way into Debbie's nasal cavity. What started as an itch soon grew into something Debbie could no longer control. As she leaned back no one below knew of the devastation that was about to be unleashed.
It was instant. One minute the lead runners saw the line that marked their safety, the next thing they were weightless flying in the air screaming for help. With one aggressive sneeze Debbie had cleared off all the race's front runners.
For Claire who found herself spared from the sonic wind by a only few yards being a witness to the scene was no less horrifying. She heard the screams and cries of those swept up in the sneeze blended with the sound wind it created. What was worse was when the sound of the sneeze ceased. Suddenly bodies with no air to hold them up started to plummet. The drawn out screams of the fallen echoed in the silence before being abruptly cut off. Some were blown clear off the edge of the table and fell for what fell like an eternity before hitting the hard floor. Others that had been picked up fell straight down back onto the wooden table. Their bodies splattering upon impact.
Claire got up and watched in horror as the sky rained down with what had been her competition. She was jarred back into the moment by the sound of approaching footsteps. The race was still on and it appeared that now she was in the lead. With renewed vigor she sprinted past the gory remains on the table towards the finish line. As she crossed the black graphite mark on the ground she collapsed. Claire shut her eyes and focused on controlling her breathing. She tried to ignore the nightmare she found herself in. She tuned out the the sound of footsteps of the other finishers and the thunderous bellowing between the two giants above her. Her only focus was survival.
"What the hell Debbie!" Steve chastised his wife.
"I'm sorry it's not like I meant to do it." Debbie said.
"You've ruined my test. The one true law of experimentation is you need to have a controlled study. How am I supposed to catalog the results when you blew away half the field."
"Well at least you know they are not indestructible and they can't fly for that matter. Haha." Debbie gave off a sheepish laugh which Steve did not find amusing in the slightest.
"And by the way I wouldn't have sneezed if you cleaned up around here once in a while."
Debbie rakes her finger across the table's surface gathering dust along with a few mangled bodies before shoving it in her husband's face.
"Ugh" Steve says frustrated before slapping his palm on his forehead. How should he proceed?
What Steve had expected to be a straight forward race to the finish turned into a much more physical affair. Shoving, tripping, and hair pulling was all present. Some pairs had even broken off and gotten into brawls, more interested in incapacitating their opponents than finishing the race. Steve may had set out to test the micro people's speed but instead he was witnessing a brutal display or lack there of, humanity in a survival situation.
Claire tried her best to avoid everything going on around her. Claire loved the Hunger Games series, but never in her wildest dreams did she think she'd find herself fighting for her own life. Using her jumping ability she hurdled a pair of women caught rolling around on the ground. With lightning fast agility she managed to side step a man grasping at her legs as she ran. Whether he wanted her help or was just trying to drag her down Claire had no idea. She was just focused on the finish line that still seemed so far away.
Claire looked up to see Steve's giant head presiding over the chaos, unaware or more likely uncaring of the carnage he had created. Steve had positioned himself over the finish line to determine the cutoff between who was safe and who wasn't. That was also Claire's marker as well. Looking ahead at the field there were still several groups of runners ahead of her. She figured she sat in the middle of the pack. But in the end it was all arbitrary and it was up to Steve where was the cutoff for safety. The only guarantee for safety was first place and right now that seemed to be fading faster than she could run.
Claire looked up again towards her boyfriend's father and now tormentor only to see for the first time his gaze is not on the race. Claire heard a godly voice in the air before it was followed by loud crashing footsteps approaching. Looking up towards the sky she was terrified when a new colossal face leaned in closer towards her. It was Derek's mom, Debbie. The sudden intrusion of this titanic observer caused Claire to fall flat on the hard wooden surface. She looked up in time to see several more runners speed past her. That was it. She was a goner.
As more runners raced along the table's surface they left tiny, imperceptible shoe and foot prints on the wood. It had been a long time since that table had been cleaned and it showed. On the final stretch the runners' stride's kicked up more bits of dust and debris into the air. Debbie was so invested in the experiment that she leaned in far closer than Steve. Her face hovered right above many runners.
Debbie's normal inhales acted like a vacuum unknowingly sucking up several runners who ran underneath her nostrils. One minute they were there the next they sent up the woman's nose. Along with these poor souls clumps of dust particles also made their way into Debbie's nasal cavity. What started as an itch soon grew into something Debbie could no longer control. As she leaned back no one below knew of the devastation that was about to be unleashed.
It was instant. One minute the lead runners saw the line that marked their safety, the next thing they were weightless flying in the air screaming for help. With one aggressive sneeze Debbie had cleared off all the race's front runners.
For Claire who found herself spared from the sonic wind by a only few yards being a witness to the scene was no less horrifying. She heard the screams and cries of those swept up in the sneeze blended with the sound wind it created. What was worse was when the sound of the sneeze ceased. Suddenly bodies with no air to hold them up started to plummet. The drawn out screams of the fallen echoed in the silence before being abruptly cut off. Some were blown clear off the edge of the table and fell for what fell like an eternity before hitting the hard floor. Others that had been picked up fell straight down back onto the wooden table. Their bodies splattering upon impact.
Claire got up and watched in horror as the sky rained down with what had been her competition. She was jarred back into the moment by the sound of approaching footsteps. The race was still on and it appeared that now she was in the lead. With renewed vigor she sprinted past the gory remains on the table towards the finish line. As she crossed the black graphite mark on the ground she collapsed. Claire shut her eyes and focused on controlling her breathing. She tried to ignore the nightmare she found herself in. She tuned out the the sound of footsteps of the other finishers and the thunderous bellowing between the two giants above her. Her only focus was survival.
"What the hell Debbie!" Steve chastised his wife.
"I'm sorry it's not like I meant to do it." Debbie said.
"You've ruined my test. The one true law of experimentation is you need to have a controlled study. How am I supposed to catalog the results when you blew away half the field."
"Well at least you know they are not indestructible and they can't fly for that matter. Haha." Debbie gave off a sheepish laugh which Steve did not find amusing in the slightest.
"And by the way I wouldn't have sneezed if you cleaned up around here once in a while."
Debbie rakes her finger across the table's surface gathering dust along with a few mangled bodies before shoving it in her husband's face.
"Ugh" Steve says frustrated before slapping his palm on his forehead. How should he proceed?
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