Ant Attack!
Family's New Shrink Ray
chapter 12
by
copier
· original author:
pats2015
Dr. Gibbons instinctively reaches for the radio on his side to report his discovery. As he does he notices a darkness begin to fall over his frame. Sensing he has company he turns around and comes face to face with a large black sphere with bulging black eyes protruding out of the side and a pair of large serrated mandibles in the front. Gibbons gasps in horror at the grotesque alien face but before he can act he is ambushed from his side by another one of the creatures. He manages to hit the PTT button on his radio but is only able to broadcast a blood curdling scream over the air before it goes silent.
For a moment everyone is quiet. Finally one of the unit's captains orders the nearest group of soldiers in the area to investigate.
"Butcher 6 secure the area... assess the situation... report any findings... use of lethal force is authorized if confronted"
The group known as "Butcher 6" was comprised of four men; Talbert, Harper, Jameson, and Giles. All four were patrolling next to the Sara's thigh when the call went out. An unspoken skepticism lingered among the men about what awaited them as they made their way over to the foot. Though they wouldn't admit the prevailing thought among the soldiers was that this what happens when the "lab rats" sneak off on their own without escorts. Still they were professionals and would follow their orders no matter what lay ahead. Still as the group prepared to charge up the hill that was this giant woman's foot a bit of nervous humor managed to break the tension.
"You think he's dead?" Jameson said of the missing Gibbons.
"Well if he isn't dead already, the smell would've definitely done him in by now." Harper replied back.
"Remember guys that's a man is missing up there" The team leader Talbert points up to the sole. "Don't be so callus."
The group gives off a collective chuckle at this bit of dark humor. This was already proving to be more bizarre than their usual assignments.
Butcher 6 climbs up the the slippery terrain, keeping their rifle barrels pointed forward should any trouble find them. Finally they come to a stop. They find Gibbons radio laying on the foot's surface along with another device they don't recognize. Talbert orders the squad to hold position while he approaches the scene. As he bends down he hears gun fire from his back and looks up to see four charging black masses sprinting towards him.
"Ants!", Talbert screams as he slings his rifle off his shoulder and retreats to his group's position. Before he can make it one of the charging ants steps on the size ray shrinking down Talbert to bug size in front of his men.
"Where's Talbert!" Harper screams. Their leader was just in front of them one second ago.
"Don't know! Keep firing!" His second Giles orders as he steps forward to combat the horse-sized insects.
The short answer would've been Talbert was in absolute hell. All his years of combat experience couldn't compare to what he was enduring now. Being that size amplified the foot smell to the point where it hampered his cognitive abilities. The thick sweaty residue, an annoyance at his previous size, now hindered his ability to move. Above him what sounded like air raid explosions were going off what felt like every second. He had to dodge to avoid empty hot shells casings that dropped from above like undetonated bombs. These assaults on his senses caused so much of a sensory overload that Talbert didn't notice that he directly lay in the path of the unaware approaching Giles. He had no idea as Giles' boot came down on him. Leaving the leader as a tiny secondary stain left on the bottom of Sara's foot.
The three remaining members of Butcher 6 continued to battle their ant adversaries. At this size the ants' exoskeletons proved to be a formidable armor to the soldiers bullets. Having finally downed one ant and evening the odds Giles realized that they needed to concentrate their fire on a single ant at a time. This strategy was risky as it left the other ants free to attack from their flank. The soldiers focused their fire on the closest ant shredding the top of it's head and clearing a good chunk of the thorax before the two remaining ants gored Jameson with such ferocity that the man was ripped in two. Not even stopping to investigate their kill the pair of insects continued to pursue Harper and Giles. The men retaliated in kind with a wave of automatic fire that left one ant cutdown before the other beset Harper quickly cutting his artery. Giles managed to turn his rifle on the last remaining ant firing wildly taking out two of the creature's legs before it locked it's jaws on his leg severing it at the knee.
Now the last of their groups both foes were injured and determined to kill the other. The two stared at each other for a moment before the ant began to carry itself on it's two remaining good legs towards Giles. Giles calmly took of his pack off and laid his rifle barrel on top of it as a means to steady himself. He was losing blood fast. The odds of him surviving this weren't looking too great. But he'd be goddamned if his death certificate read "eaten by an ant". He focused his sight on the ant's temple. As the pair prepared for their final face off both were overshadowed by a large white oval that eclipsed the sun above. Both ant and man stopped and stared at the pale digit rapidly approaching them. Before it hit both of them understood how truly insignificant they were.
The still unconscious Sara was unaware of the intense battle going on on her foot. Between the scratchy legs of the ants traversing her bare sole and the numerous tiny bullet rounds that ended up embedded in her foot it did create quite an irritation. Her reflexes reacted by raising her other foot and bringing her down her big toe down on the itch. The toe's impact obliterated Giles and the last ant. The subsequent scratch turned all of the remaining man and insect remains into debris under Sara's big toenail. Deep in the smelly crevice under the toe the size ray...
For a moment everyone is quiet. Finally one of the unit's captains orders the nearest group of soldiers in the area to investigate.
"Butcher 6 secure the area... assess the situation... report any findings... use of lethal force is authorized if confronted"
The group known as "Butcher 6" was comprised of four men; Talbert, Harper, Jameson, and Giles. All four were patrolling next to the Sara's thigh when the call went out. An unspoken skepticism lingered among the men about what awaited them as they made their way over to the foot. Though they wouldn't admit the prevailing thought among the soldiers was that this what happens when the "lab rats" sneak off on their own without escorts. Still they were professionals and would follow their orders no matter what lay ahead. Still as the group prepared to charge up the hill that was this giant woman's foot a bit of nervous humor managed to break the tension.
"You think he's dead?" Jameson said of the missing Gibbons.
"Well if he isn't dead already, the smell would've definitely done him in by now." Harper replied back.
"Remember guys that's a man is missing up there" The team leader Talbert points up to the sole. "Don't be so callus."
The group gives off a collective chuckle at this bit of dark humor. This was already proving to be more bizarre than their usual assignments.
Butcher 6 climbs up the the slippery terrain, keeping their rifle barrels pointed forward should any trouble find them. Finally they come to a stop. They find Gibbons radio laying on the foot's surface along with another device they don't recognize. Talbert orders the squad to hold position while he approaches the scene. As he bends down he hears gun fire from his back and looks up to see four charging black masses sprinting towards him.
"Ants!", Talbert screams as he slings his rifle off his shoulder and retreats to his group's position. Before he can make it one of the charging ants steps on the size ray shrinking down Talbert to bug size in front of his men.
"Where's Talbert!" Harper screams. Their leader was just in front of them one second ago.
"Don't know! Keep firing!" His second Giles orders as he steps forward to combat the horse-sized insects.
The short answer would've been Talbert was in absolute hell. All his years of combat experience couldn't compare to what he was enduring now. Being that size amplified the foot smell to the point where it hampered his cognitive abilities. The thick sweaty residue, an annoyance at his previous size, now hindered his ability to move. Above him what sounded like air raid explosions were going off what felt like every second. He had to dodge to avoid empty hot shells casings that dropped from above like undetonated bombs. These assaults on his senses caused so much of a sensory overload that Talbert didn't notice that he directly lay in the path of the unaware approaching Giles. He had no idea as Giles' boot came down on him. Leaving the leader as a tiny secondary stain left on the bottom of Sara's foot.
The three remaining members of Butcher 6 continued to battle their ant adversaries. At this size the ants' exoskeletons proved to be a formidable armor to the soldiers bullets. Having finally downed one ant and evening the odds Giles realized that they needed to concentrate their fire on a single ant at a time. This strategy was risky as it left the other ants free to attack from their flank. The soldiers focused their fire on the closest ant shredding the top of it's head and clearing a good chunk of the thorax before the two remaining ants gored Jameson with such ferocity that the man was ripped in two. Not even stopping to investigate their kill the pair of insects continued to pursue Harper and Giles. The men retaliated in kind with a wave of automatic fire that left one ant cutdown before the other beset Harper quickly cutting his artery. Giles managed to turn his rifle on the last remaining ant firing wildly taking out two of the creature's legs before it locked it's jaws on his leg severing it at the knee.
Now the last of their groups both foes were injured and determined to kill the other. The two stared at each other for a moment before the ant began to carry itself on it's two remaining good legs towards Giles. Giles calmly took of his pack off and laid his rifle barrel on top of it as a means to steady himself. He was losing blood fast. The odds of him surviving this weren't looking too great. But he'd be goddamned if his death certificate read "eaten by an ant". He focused his sight on the ant's temple. As the pair prepared for their final face off both were overshadowed by a large white oval that eclipsed the sun above. Both ant and man stopped and stared at the pale digit rapidly approaching them. Before it hit both of them understood how truly insignificant they were.
The still unconscious Sara was unaware of the intense battle going on on her foot. Between the scratchy legs of the ants traversing her bare sole and the numerous tiny bullet rounds that ended up embedded in her foot it did create quite an irritation. Her reflexes reacted by raising her other foot and bringing her down her big toe down on the itch. The toe's impact obliterated Giles and the last ant. The subsequent scratch turned all of the remaining man and insect remains into debris under Sara's big toenail. Deep in the smelly crevice under the toe the size ray...
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