This choice: The door opened by itself....or so it seemed • Go Back...Chapter #4Breaking The News by: Lelouch  Slowly the wooden door opened, making a loud creaking noise as it almost ominously slid open with no person behind it. Unphased you stepped into Nancy's house, shouting "I'm not buying it!" Loud enough for Nancy to hear you wherever she was.
As a part of her whole "witch" fantasy Nancy always did tricks in an attempt to get you to believe her. They ranged from mediocre card tricks to things that actually still made no sense. For her to make a door open through something like a string was nothing really special, a year ago or so it might have freaked you out but now it just seemed kinda amusing.
Stepping further into the entry hall of the home the door behind you slowly creaked shut, but you didn't even give it a second glance. Nancy opened it, surely shutting it was no problem. With an apathetic look you walked further in, making a left from the entry hall and entering Nancy's living room. It was a cozy fair sized room, classical looking furniture, a pleasant fireplace (which was unlit today) and clean wooden floors. This had to at least be your hundredth visit though so you didn't give the room a second glance as you made another right and exited into a hallway.
It was something you had done so many times, but it felt odd; with your shrinking death sentence passed you realized that in mere hours this house would seem completely different. The mere sight of Nancy as a giantess would seem like some demented magic. The idea made you a tad uncomfortable but you did your best not to show it, you were going to be strong, at least in front of Nancy. Further in the hallway you came across a small three way intersection, without a moments hesitation you proceeded forward, entering Nancy's room.
Nancy really went with this whole "Witch" idea, her room was an assortment of black and purple, gothic looking statues and figurines, and even the typical Witch materials in a little corner, ergo: A broom stick, pointy hat, and vials of strangely colored liquid. In the center of the room was Nancy, dressed in a witch robe she had and surrounded by small candles as she sat on the floor. She had her eyes closed, her expression solemn like she was hypotized.
That quickly changed once you entered her room, as if she sensed a change in the air her eyes flew open as she smiled at you. "Hiya Peter! You're looking good!"
Almost guiltily you averted your gaze, "Yeah...I'm not feeling it."
"Why did something happen?"
With that you began recounting what the Doctor's diagnosis was, about how you likely had less than a week to live and after a mere few days you would likely be so small nothing you could do would matter. Nancy listened intently, it all probably sounded like something straight out of her "Witchcraft"
Once you finished you looked into her eyes, she seemed to cope with the idea well but you...well tears began welling up in the corners of your eyes. "My fate is to shrink until an atom crushes me or if Gravity does the job." You added sadly.
Nancy seemed to lunge at you, hands wrapped around yours as he beautiful eyes stared deeply into yours. "No you wont shrink into nothingness!"
She was in denial, you knew you had to help her by giving her the cold hard truth. "How do you know?"
Nancy sighed, "Because.....   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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