At first, nothing happened. Christy scowled.
“What's wrong with this stupid thing? Great! You broke it!” she yelled at Katie. Christy fiddled with the knob, setting it on the thirst setting and aimed at Katie again. Katie froze where she was, with a look that reminded Christy of a deer caught in the headlights as she pulled the trigger.
The shot bounced off her necklace this time and hit Christy in the stomach. Christy cursed and yelled as she shrank to the size of her father and Ray. Only, oddly enough, they were teenagers. Derek's once short black hair was now long and hung in his face in an emo style, Ray's still had the same long blond braid only his once milky-blue eyes had sharpened and cleared to the oclor of the sky. “Daddy?” Katie
asked in a quivering voice. She spotted them on the ground and tucked the shrink gun in the waistband of her jeans. “I'm so sorry,Daddt and Ray! Though I'm not sorry about Christy…”
Christy huffed in response as Derek blew a piece of hair away from his eyes. Kaie's hazel eyes welded up with tears as she began to cry. The front door slammed and in marched an olive-skinned, grey-eyed, black-haired teenager dressed a moss-green army jacket, jeans and black sneakers. His right hand was swathed in bandages, slightly stained with blood and the visible skin was gleaming with sweat.
His eyes landed on Katie, crouched, eyes and nose running. “Are you okay?” he asked as he knelt beside her. Katie shook her head and bawled into her hands. “Daddy, who's that?” Christy demanded, flirtasiously smiling at the black-haired cutie. Another black-haired boy walked in, with an amazing six pack and long black hair that fell around his angular face. “Ah, sweetheart, come here,” said the new boy and dropped his giant-like body to a crouch. Katie shuffled over to him and cried into his chest.
“Now, are you going to tell Jake and I what's wrong?” the olive-skinned boy asked. “I shrunk my daddy and Ray!” Katie blubbered, holding up one of her tiny pale hands. In it was Christy, who was arguing loudly with a black-haired teenage Derek and Ray, who had dozed off against her thumb in a ball similiar to that of a cat’s. Jake reached forward, his fingers dancing along the end of Katie's pants and she froze, afraid he’d touch her innapropriately. But, as it turns out, he just wanted the gun. He squinted and pressed the red button. The little black gun hummed, began to vibrate and then glow! “Holy crow!” Jake breathed as the gun began to spin, floating high above Katie's brunette haired head. Katie leaned against him, wedging her hand into the olve-skinned boy's beside, notice his face tight. “What did you do to your hand?” Katie asked.
Reluctantly, he began to unwind it and showed her a series of ragged gashes across his palm. “I grabbd a whip while it was coming down,” he answered in a hollow voice.Katie simply nodded and the gun started to make this weird sound, like nails being dragged across a chalk board and a crow cawing. And suddenly…
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