*He explained his plan to me as he went to the balcony sill and looked for anything suspicious. He then jumped off as I scrambled forward, wondering what he was thinking doing that, as I greeted him back, a foot or two taller now; he must’ve had a rationing on him. The tiny people came out to their windows and lights turned on, a few lurking out of their houses. Szayel looked on them with an evil smile as they cowered back. He turned back to me, picking me up and holding me against him, feeling his body pressing out and along the leap off the table, as he returned to normal size and me on his palm.*
Szayel: Amazing that no matter how big one is, they still seem puny.
Me: *My heart throbbing from the fall* A-a law of the universe, I suppose.
*Now finally being taken out of the room in who knows how many hours, I was kept close to him, hidden almost lopsidedly as Szayel looked down the many empty halls. It all seemed like this was a bigger doctor’s office than I thought, but then again it also had a secret locked room with tiny prisoners on a model table. Szayel led us to a door among the third hallway strip, an oak color with Hojo’s name etched in black font and gold plate.*
Szayel: *Quietly, as he lowered me to the doorknob* Quickly look through and see if he’s inside.
*Confronted with the large knob, I peek through the keyhole, and sure enough, Hojo looked busy at his desk. Scowling over papers and scribbling down notes took up his preoccupation.*
Me: Is this where he’s keeping it?
Szayel: *shaking his head* It’s inside his laboratory, inside here.
Me: So now what? *a pitched hiccup jolted on me*
Szayel: *Playful* Hmm. Nervous by any chance?
Me: No! I don’t know where that came from.
*He lowered me down to the floor.*
Szayel: Looks like you’ll have to crawl under the door… that is-
Me: Don’t even say it! *Leaping off his palm and getting another hiccup* Sigh, what’s going on with me?
Szayel: The quicker the diversion, the better the both of us get out.
*Kneeling on the heightened rayon carpet, I duck down and noticed how incredibly high the frame was; it looked like I just might be able to crawl under as I slowly moved in, the top only brushing on my butt and now made it inside, standing up and brushing myself down. The room seemed immediately magnified compared to watching from the keyhole. Another squeak came from me as I quickly clasped my hands over my mouth and streaked behind the leg of a green cushion chair. Hojo looked up for a moment and spied around; I hoped he didn’t see me somehow. But he went back to his work. I held my breath to make them go away, breathing out in bursts. A bad hiccup was not part of the plan. I now moved along the bleacher heightened chair and behind the end of the other leg. I only wonder what Szayel said he would do once I was this far.*
*Szayel knocked on the heavy door.*
Hojo: *Inside* Yes?
*Szayel entered, much to Hojo’s disappointment and further ire.*
Hojo: *Not amused* What is it this time? You forgot to mention any other banter to me?
Szayel: No, doctor. Actually… I wanted to…apologize for before.
Hojo: *His gaze lessened* Ahh, now that’s something new other than any of your notes you’ve given me. Do you care to tell me anything else? Perhaps what that girl-
Szayel: I do apologize for that. You see, I had to keep it from you. Only to let her guard down.
*As I passed to a long wooden leg of a side table, my eyes furrowed as my ears went back from hearing that.*
Szayel: I’m only pretending to be nice to her and separate her from the other experiments so that she’ll trust me enough to tell any of her secrets to me.
*What was this?? Was he really being this tolerant of me only to get me locked up forever or be killed? That…fucker! I should’ve known to not have been like this with him!! His right hand down his long arm out of sight waved forward, trying to give me a signal… should I still trust him? If the lab really was here and where that weapon of his was, I only hope there’s a cure for me to get back to normal and slice my way out of here instead. I now held hidden under the ruddings of a built-in brown dresser and drawers, sneaking and shifting down as Szayel kept talking.*
Hojo *with a devious hissing* : I see.
Szayel: I even… had to lie about where the cure was so she wouldn’t try to escape or get the experiments out.
Hojo: No doubt then you’ve lead her astray. And surely you didn’t tell her it was in actuality my laboratory, did you?
*Szayel shifted his eyes right and back*
Szayel: *Using his smug tone, noting an open Fat Cake package on the desk* Of course not. It would be completely idiotic on my end to mention that.
*Now I was confused. Was he with me or against me? But… it really does seem salvation lies among a few more feet from me.*
Hojo: As it would be so. *Hojo shifted out of his chair* There are a few things to mention about this. First, I congratulate you on surveying this situation.
*I looked over as I kept scooting, then I heard what sounded like hushed talking, saying, “I’ve got you now.” And it sounded like Hojo’s voice. I moved quickly as another line spoke, “Hope you like an enclosed environment, you pink haired backstabber.” Oh geez, he knew of it the whole time and it looked like both were playing their own games. I finally came to what looked like a separate wall with a picture frame baring a drawing of the human torso frame, but found another door crack below. It was also high enough for me to crawl under; out of sight but now it seemed Szayel will be in the same place me.*
Hojo: Second, I’ll admit my own secret to you. I knew those orders weren’t for our prisoners. They were meant for you.
Szayel: And how do you deduce that, doctor?
*The mad doctor stood closer.*
Hojo: Anyone would notice the only employee that never takes a lunch break out of his research room yet isn’t dying of starvation. No, I figure there’s a reason for your sustenance. Translating some of your notes indicated your own concoction you’ve created. I have wondered though why a young, lean man like yourself would prefer using science to get his nutrients instead from any food source. But yet… *as he spoke, he passes back to his desk and pulled on a small drawer.* a lot of junk food has accumulated. *Not showing his hand from behind his back, Szayel had a feeling of what will happen next.*
Szayel: *trying not to break but showing his cool didn’t help* There hasn’t been a lot of time for me to take breaks. Not only dealing with the absorbent man but also making demands of the victims loved ones for you as well as tending to those “insects”.
Hojo: *Sarcastic* Yes, yes, such a hard life for a researcher. Breaks are there for a reason I suppose. *A crinkling massaged his hidden hand.* I think you’ve worked long and hard enough. Maybe THESE will help!
*He quickly turned his arm out and shoved what looked a white crumbly cake into Szayel’s unsuspecting mouth. He stumbled back, coughing harshly into his mouth with the cake in his throat while keeping himself standing.*
Szayel: Damn *cough* you! You lousy bastard!
*Hojo only grinned villainously; Szayel brought himself to a bended standing position but not for long as his vision distorted and not standing literally as tall as he did before. His white and black lined outfit reverting with his shrinking stature. He passed down foot after foot, gagging as his nemesis became bigger in his eyes. The mad man laughed and cackled at Szayel’s misfortune. Hojo looked like a simply attired building; the threat still rising as Szayel reached below a foot, a lowly five inches tall with no means to revert back.*
*Since I made way in here, I tried to figure out how to get up there, any little means left unnoticed for me to move up. A hiccup came back out, a few seconds later jutting another one out. I wonder if this really was part of a nervous reaction as I walked along the large lab space. Cursing the hiccups that keep coming, I see the long stretch of a table and varying glasses and beakers with colorful liquids. A large machine loomed in the back and it looked to be coming closer as I walked along. Even the table seemed to be lowering in my presence. I was growing for the third time and now a few feet taller, an easy quest to get to the working table. One was plainly labeled GHV:50 in black: the hormones from Luke, ones taken from being tricked into a physical exam I bet. Another stroke of luck came from a container on my left, a glass box holding a katana and a grey sheath. I carefully picked up the container vial among the crowd of tubes and beakers, as I heard a thud and gagging sound, shaking my full hands as the container dropped on the tabletop and crashed against the chemicals. My hands now splashed and fearing for an explosion, I took the glass box with haste and ran for the door.*
*With it slamming shut, I see a maniacal laughing Hojo and a very shrunken Szayel, standing and at a loss. Hojo then reached down for him as Szayel jumped out of the way, a foot out of the way. Hojo growled and had to rely on bending forward to catch the little pink man, who kept jumping away and in great distance for his size.*
*The box against my skin slid down and fell, breaking open with a crash on the floor. Hojo turned around fast and found me there, back to my old size and unaware of my current attire. And not long did Szayel take the moment and jumped onto Hojo’s pants leg, holding tight as Hojo tired to shake him off. Missing every opportunity to grab him as Szayel climbed slanted upward, moving like a quick rat as he climbed up along the large clothing.*
Me: Szayel! *Yelling out his name like I never did before, somehow still worried for him.*
*Hojo’s hand grabbed Szayel along his lab coat and squeezed him firmly as he moved back to his desk. He placed Szayel down and covered him under a crystal etched glass bowl.*
Hojo: I’ll take care of you later.
*Now turning to me, I didn’t hold back as I picked up the sword to defend myself. Except I didn’t count for an unusual feat of agility from him, his arm protected over his head from the sheathed weapon as the katana clinked and flew in the air, landing on his desk and pushing papers around not too far from where Szayel was trapped.*
*Hojo pushed me back against the wall door, his hands tight around my wrists as he looked down at me. Granted, as old as he was, some of his lines weren’t as noticeable even when he fixates his eyes on me, honing brown eyes that can laser point to an exact glance. He faintly grinned down at me.*
Hojo: It seems no matter what size you are, you still manage to cause trouble for me. Why couldn’t you have been a good girl and accepted your fate?
Me: I guess it took some experience to know when a mad scientist was using their dick as opposed to their “massive” brain.
Hojo: Don’t get too cocky with me yet. *His hands squeezed my wrists tighter, digging and pinching at the skin.* Do you have any last words before you’re through?
*Szayel pushed against the bowl with his shoulders, displaying his tiny strength as he pushed it to the end of the desk.*
Me: *Cynical* Yeah. Your breath definitely smells worse than mine.
*Hojo flabbergasted at that, then opened a free hand to slap my face from his back hand, my eyes slanted as it stung proudly.*
Hojo: I’ve had it with both of your sassy mouths! You should’ve been finished off when you wormed your way in here the second time.
*I then got an idea, but was interrupted from doing it as another ‘hic’ came out of me, falling into my stomach as I grew a bit. He stared again as I was head length to him. Another hiccup caused another jolt of growth, feeling his hands slip from my expanded wrists. A third hiccup brought me to Amazonian stature, the fabric around my breasts that once covered me whole tightened further, as I now looked down on him. Freed from his grip, I grabbed him with his neck under my hand, Hojo yelped out in fear as I tossed him forward, watching him slide on the floor just as Szayel got an opening from the bowl cage and climbed back onto the desk.*
*Hojo made a dash for him until my hand stretched out, with Telekinetic energy hitting him and sliding further back. Szayel had a golden moment to grab for the Fat Cake, a large pink igloo in comparison as his gloved hand took a handful out, biting into the sweet and creamy center. Another bite in shifted his growth exponentially, dropping the piece as he grew quickly back to normal size and crouching on the desk, grabbing for the blade.*
Szayel: So, *standing up and leaping off the desk* It seems you have been gotten by your own game. *He pulled the katana out of the sheath, a slow ascend upward.* But I have one more move to make. *The blade now high over his head and lowering down to his wide open mouth.* Sip! Fornicaras!
*The blade pushed down into his throat as it glowed a bright purple glare; the handle drew onto his lips. Hojo and I looked in shock at what was going on, or even knowing what in the world was going on. His body suddenly ballooned out, taking me back by shock; a giant white sphere that gasped and moaned like reaching for the climax. Even then, I could say that I felt a twinge below me. The orb shape then diminished under electric glows, revealing a much more shocking display.*
*From the sound of moving wet meat, the lower half of his body became a multitude of purple tentacles. His feet extended from under them, replaced with a layered dress-like garment. His upper torso became a grey segmented form-fitting garment with white sleeves extended from the elbow and down to a wide opening at the wrist. Three, small, dark purple extensions extended from the elbow, while four long, dark purple strands that look like falling drops hung from the underside of the itself. His hands became white and his fingertips became elongated and purple and various purple drop-like strands appear in his hair. He wore a sort of headdress that formed a thin band across his forehead and along his glasses, attached at each end with a fan-like covering. His left eye dripped purple markings that take the shape of four lines on the top and bottom. He also grew four, very large gray branch structures from his back, two on each side, forming a shape like coverless butterfly wings. The branches have twelve, equally-spaced, red strands that stood like blood drops. They expanded out, became thicker until they look like feathers of a bird. It was a creepy and amazing transformation; it was like viewing the image of a scary yet artistic looking angel. And he looked rather pleased with his transformation, his attention now focused on the startled Hojo.*
Szayel: You didn’t think there wasn’t more to me than to be seen, did you?
*I judged from his change that he would be as tall as he was before, but even from my size I knew he seemed taller. Maybe…6’8”…wait, how did I know that?*
*Szayel floated down to the hapless scientist, grabbing him by the scruff of his shirt.*
Szayel: You’ll have to thank the good Dok for this creation. A much better experiment I would say. *He lifted Hojo up as his hand clasped around his throat, his arm raised high behind the “wing tips” flapping. Hojo struggled and grabbed onto the arm to let go, clamoring for air.*
Me: Dok! He… experimented on you too?
Szayel: *To me* I figured there was a connection when you brought that redhead in. Found out all about him but Hojo here interfered first. *To Hojo* You almost came very close to having me under your thumb. It looks like you’ll be the one that needs to learn some manners now.
*Hojo protested but was punished by a tighter neck squeezing.*
Me: Then you also know what happened to him!
*Szayel paused and shifted his head to me.*
Me: If you were experimented by him, then maybe you know if he’s still alive.
Szayel: Why would I care to know that?
Me: Cause… Ach!
*I thought the hiccups were done with, but the same sensation passed on to me again. My skin tingled underneath and my stomach groaned, I moaned as I was sent to my knees, shaking the floor and the contents on the desk.*
*Szayel still kept a grip on Hojo but now more altered to me.*
Szayel: What is it? What’s the matter?
*I groaned louder, my arms around my stomach and my crotch twinging again.*
Hojo: *Gasping and gargling* The serum! You didn’t give her another injection, you fool!
*Szayel gripped tighter hearing that.*
Szayel: I don’t work for you anymore! This is your fault for whatever happens now!
*I cried out as it felt like the worst constipation pain ever. My breathing quickened, my body feeling hotter as each breath felt like I was being molded outward, pulled further. Too late to do anything as I exploded out, my growth spurts turned into seconds as I rammed the ceiling, my vision below blurred as I kept my eyes shut. My lap spilled out as it pushed the desk away, toppled and a piece of the top chiseled off. Szayel floated away from the debris, still gripping Hojo. My legs filled up the room; it would’ve trapped them both if Szayel didn’t apparate out. The room now like a womb as I laid on my side, only my hands on my stomach as the room quickly became too small.*
*It rumbled into the hallways as the walls cracked and tumbled down. The exam and storage rooms shook in the quake, more broken walls fell and care items spilled out of the cabinets. The areas exploded with growing flesh, crushed under my legs as they moved forward.*
*Szayel made a quick appearance in the model room, the tiny victims hearing a much bigger shake and fearing the worse. Szayel flopped Hojo onto the floor, thinking of a choice to make. Protecting these people meant a blow to Hojo’s plans yet Szayel never cared too much for them save for his own experiments. Then again, if it wasn’t for her, he thought, he might not have known what it also meant for them. The shaking took a violent turn; using some of his special energy he formed a barrier over him and the town as the walls shuttered and tumbled, breaking the research table and wall slabs denting onto the barrels. More debris tinkled and smashed over the invisible protection, with Szayel trying to keep focus.*
*Much of the building was destroyed as I now found myself outside and into the rising orange and red of the morning sun. I kept growing as more walls and fixtures fell apart. It looked as though in this moment I was becoming a monster too. Remembering how Luke feared of being like this, unable to control it; and now I wondered if I crushed them, Szayel or those people… I kept hyperventilating, without my amulet, I had to keep the anxiety under control or fear for the worst of what would happen to me next. The fluttering disappeared as my body now remained still, shaken but the growth finally stopped. Do I dare think of how tall I am now? I opened my eyes and saw the building below that could’ve come out of a disaster movie: the rooms could be been in wrecked splendor and any left untouched were exposed to me with a ceiling. There was one though that was kept intact. I reached down and pulled the top off like a protective seal from a can of nuts. I looked inside and found the winged Szayel spread out; it looked as though he was protecting the model town. But then where was Hojo? What did he do?*
*The barrier now gone, Szayel was relieved it was over; finding himself under a looming shadow as he looked up and found me. Now noting my modesty as I covered my breasts.*
Szayel: *Amused* It seems you brought this establishment down before I did.
Me: *Nervous* Yeah, but…
Szayel: Don’t worry. They’re fine.
Me: But how will they get back to normal?
*This time, I lowered my hand for him to hover over. Bringing him up to survey the area.*
Szayel: It looks as though my lab has been untouched. I also keep storage of antidotes there if needed. But who to use it on first?
Me: Hold on. Just use it on them.
Szayel: Then what about-
Me: If I was capable of doing this on my own but then incapable because of the serum, I might get myself back down.
*Szayel shrugged as I placed him back down.*
*A few moments later, I did get myself back to normal size and now wrapped under a blanket with a Styrofoam coffee in my hands. Police and firefighters arrived investigating the damage which I hoped that there wasn’t any evidence I left around. There were also a group of people covered and wrapped up under I would assume was their own nakedness. Some tried to explain about being shrunk and kept on top of a table and giants, but the officers dismissed it as temporary hysteria from the kidnappings. I wanted to go over there and tried to explain my side of it to them, but would it only make things worse? And not only that, I already knew Hojo was gone by any means, but no one found where Szayel was or any other people left.*
*Sitting on the ambulance bumper alone to myself, I heard a rustling from one of the bushes by a parking spot. Szayel emerged and back to his normal size and look, hiding from behind the ambulance.*
Me: There you are. How come you didn’t stay when they arrived.
Szayel: If I did, I wouldn’t look as I do now or then. And besides, it would be foolish of me to stick around knowing my name is also listed on any documents they find. A shame though, my revenge didn’t really go as planned, but *looking down at his sheath* I did get my weapon back after all.
Me: Hojo! What happened to him?
Szayel: Darned if I would know. Once I teleported back to the room, he ended up being the lowly worm instead and made his escape, more than likely in a secret shaft of some kind. Wonder if the authorities will be able to find it.
Me: *Annoyed* Speaking of lowly worms…
Szayel: Oh? *Realize* Ah… you thought I was double crossing you then. I told you to trust what I would do to stall him, right?
Me: Yeah, but you didn’t mention anything about making it look like you would rat me out.
Szayel: Yes, I know. But if I didn’t, I wouldn’t have gotten you angry. And you might not have be “motivated”.
Szayel: The serum as you know works as an incapacity on a victim. But for a being like yourself, it only worked in keeping your powers down; pushed and swelled into a deep recess until too much pressure would erupt and explode in a frenzy.
*It did explain the great pain I was feeling.*
Szayel: That’s why at one point I stopped. I knew eventually it would all come out; it seemed earlier than I expected though. So, in a way, I was betraying in order to get Hojo cornered. *Sigh* I suppose to do owe you an apology for that, but that might be the last time I would.
Me: What are you gonna do now then?
Szayel: Well, much like Hojo and Dok, scurry somewhere off and hope no one connects me to this. But if that Dok is really alive, it looks like my revenge is still in progress.
Me: You’re really gonna go on that end are you?
Szayel: What else would there be? …and not like this is the end for us. If you do speak the truth.
*A crew trotted up to the vehicle, leaving Szayel to make his move.*
Szayel: Looks like it’s time for me to, as they say, split. *Before he ventured further, he turned back to me. He gave me a smile that was for the first time a genuine one.* And you: you aren’t that bad for a human.
*His presence was now long gone, leaving me to be tended further. Scary and adventurous as it was, this will really be one vacation story to tell.*
*The minutes felt like hours as calls were made. Luke tried to call the doctor’s office they were in a few days ago with Killer, while Beth consoled little Heather since it might be too much for the toddler to see her father distraught and then worry over her mother. In her mind, she wanted to be a grown up again but her child-like instinct wanted the calming security.*
Beth: *bopping lightly on Heather’s nose* See? *bop* Such a cute little nosy.
*Another bop brought a smile to the little one.*
*Killer only sat on the side beside them, arms crossed and looking off somewhere, either at nothing or just to look at anything. It was only the four of them then. Demyx relied on Xigbar’s help, warping around and gathering info. There was no word yet from Steve, odd that no one was responding from there. Were Ginger and Jan busy helping him out? Was Steve trying to make some contact of his own?*
Killer: We haven’t heard nothin’ from the others. Is it that hard to track one person down?
Beth: They might do it quicker than the authorities. At least some word is getting out. I hope she’ll be okay.
*He continued looking on; his thoughts lost.*
*Luke still held his head up by his gripping hand, trying to calm the imposing rage whelling in him. His height while normal looking from afar groaned along his skin and abdomen, slowly beginning to enlarge him. His mind raced over the helplessness of finding her, if she was safe. Too many times he almost lost her; the worst of it was now that it was her doing to go alone.*
*Just when the tension kept going and Luke almost seven feet tall, the front door of their home opened widely. Everyone turned to the door; Heather’s eyes gleamed and smiled wide as she recognized who it was. Alison was standing there, still wrapped in the donated ambulance blanket where she quickly made her escape for home unseen.*
Me: *meekly* ..Hi..
*Gasps were collected with relief spread over. Luke stood up and rushed toward his wife, his embrace hard and enveloping as his arms could wrap around her twice.*
Luke: *muffling his sobs speaking* ALLIE! Allie… *Nuzzling over my head, the comforting chill relaxing me as I gave him my warmth.*
Me: I’m…I’m..I’m really sorry! *keeping myself in control* I wanted to do this by myself!
Luke: You’re safe. That’s all I care about. *The anger subsides and his height returns to normal as he held onto his wife by the shoulder.”
Me: If it means anything, I did find out something about that doctor.