Chapter #7Trading With Twin Terrors by: Alina   “WAIT, WHEN DID I SAY YOU TWO COULD SIT DOWN?” Paige’s voice rumbled menacingly.
“DROP THE ATTITUDE,” one voice thundered.
“YEAH, THE TOUGH-GIRL ACT DOESN’T FLY WITH US PAIGE,” the other voice echoed as the ground rumbled.
GRRRRRRRRRRN!
Flipping onto her back, Abby was terrified as she came face-to-tread with the bottom of a titanic sneaker (https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236...). Scrambling back as quickly as she could, the tiny fan watched as the dirt-encrusted treads of the sneaker began to descend upon her slowly. Screaming, Abby flipped back over and began running as she saw the shadow of the giant sneaker growing darker and darker around her. Looking up, she could see the tip of the thing just about to crush her if she paused for just a single moment. Abby’s legs felt suddenly like they were going to explode with energy as the tiny woman sprang forwards with all her might just in time. A gust of wind whipped up behind Abby, flinging her forward against the tile floor like a ragdoll in a hurricane as the ground continued to tremble under her. Rolling violently, Abby finally slid to a halt a few feet away from the gigantic foot. Weakly, she got to her hands and knees and looked up to see who it was that had almost stepped on her. The tiny woman nearly swallowed her tongue as she found herself looking up the impossibly long legs…of Nikki Bella.
BRRRRRRRRRRN!
“LOOK, I HAVE TO MAKE A CALL. IF YOU’RE GOING TO STAY HERE…AT LEAST WATCH MY BAG OR SOMETHING, OK?” Paige’s voice boomed as you turned around in time to see her sandal clad feet push her body away from the table. Abby’s heart sank as her idol began to walk away, her tremendous feet making strides she could never hope to catch up to. She felt a deep pit in her stomach as she turned around to face the titanic sneaker of Nikki’s… it looked like Abby’s new job was cut out for her.
BABOOM!
Abby flinched in apprehension as Nikki’s sneaker began to gently tap away on the floor of the café. The titanic twins were talking away about something as she began to nervously approach Nikki’s foot. Going for the other foot was useless, it was too far away and might move if she wasted the time to go for it. Despite the danger, the sneaker before her was the safer bet…or at least that was what Abby hoped as she got close enough to feel the gust of wind on her face from every footfall. As the sneaker slowly lifted just a fraction of an inch from the ground, Abby felt her stomach begin to churn. Even with just a slight incline, the bottom of Nikki’s sneaker was already well out of reach of her as it seemed almost to be staring down at her menacingly. Pebbles and pieces of garbage wedged into the treads of Nikki’s sneaker dwarfed Abby as the tiny woman keeled over and threw up from the nervousness grasping her. It felt like her chest was going to collapse in on itself as Abby kept forcing herself to try and find some way to get onto Nikki’s foot that wouldn’t kill her. To the tiny woman, it was like staring down the barrel of a gun as she examined the grimy bottom of the titanic sneaker before her. Row after row of treads the size of large war trenches were carved into what seemed like a football field’s worth of land. Slowly, the tremendous sneaker began to lower back to the ground once again….
BOOOOOOOM!
“DID YOU SEE THE LAST EMAIL? OUR MATCH NEXT WEEK JUST GOT CANCELLED,” another voice, probably Brie’s thundered as Abby nervously placed a hand on the rubber rim on the front of her sneaker.
THOOOOM!
Abby fell on her ass again as Nikki’s other foot stomped in anger; suddenly she was happy to not have gone towards that one.
“DON’T EVEN GET ME STARTED ON IT,” Nikki said, her voice tinged with anger as her legs seemed to almost want to push the earth down under her strength.
It was terrifying for Abby to see the walls of rubber and canvas bending out as though something inside was desperate to get out…but it meant the rubber lip of the sole was finally low enough for Abby to reach. Running forwards, Abby leapt up the dropping wall and felt her hands grab onto the rubber lip, her fingers digging in now to small webs of thread that lashed the sole to the body of the sneaker. With all her strength, Abby pulled herself up, her own legs pushing and kicking against the rubber wall of the sneaker sole. Gasping for air, the tiny woman finally managed to drag herself up over the rubber wall as Nikki allowed herself to stretch out; her legs made it almost all the way to where Paige had been sitting when they finally came to a stop. Now, Abby found herself not sitting on the front steps of a large, canvas house, but on the slopes of a massive sneaker. Looking down at it, she could see there was a ton of “land” between her and the first patch of exposed skin at Nikki’s ankle. It was a treacherous way down the slope, Abby found as she began trying to gain her footing on the shifting ground of the tongue of Nikki’s outstretched sneakers.
THOOOMP!
“JESUS, DO YOU HAVE TO TAKE UP THE WHOLE PLACE WITH YOUR LEGS?” Brie complained as she crashed into Nikki’s legs while trying to stretch out her own. Abby had nearly been thrown off as the whole damn sneaker shook violently upon impact. Quickly, the tiny woman grabbed hold of a cluster of fibers as Nikki began to draw her foot back.
Looking up, Abby suddenly felt very exposed as she saw Brie’s massive body bending to look under the table. Almost instantaneously, the giant woman’s eyes looked down at Abby.
“HOLD ON,” Brie said as her hand grabbed hold of Nikki’s thigh. The tiny woman could see the shockwave begin to go down her leg from the impact.
“WHAT? I’M MOVING ALREADY!” Nikki responded, annoyed enough already from the emails today that anything else was going to set her off.
“SHHHH…THERE’S SOMETHING ON YOUR FOOT, JUST HOLD ON,” Brie said as she began to lean down under the table, her face coming closer and closer to a very distraught Abby. As Brie’s face began to grow closer and closer, Abby could feel her heart beat exponentially louder in her chest. She feared her heart would pop if Brie’s face came even a fraction of an inch closer to her. It was like watching a sci-fi mothership coming in for landing as Brie’s sharp eyes kept perfect contact on the tiny woman clinging to her sister’s sneaker (http://cache.diva-dirt.com/wp-content/up...). Abby flinched as she felt the hot wind of Brie’s breath on her face as she looked up into the critical eyes looking down at her. Slowly, she reached an arm up and began to weakly wave, hoping to see some sign of recognition; and for a brief moment, as the gigantic eyes of Brie Bella seemed to light up in realization, Abby thought she was finally going to be saved. She was wrong. In an instant, Brie’s massive face pulled away; her colossal body seemed to spring back up, out from under the dark shadow of the table. Once again, Abby’s chest seemed to be collapsing in on itself as she saw Brie lean over and whisper in Nikki’s ear.
GRNNNNNN!
The ground rumbled under her as Nikki placed her foot down flat on the ground and pushed her chair back so her own face could now gaze down under the table. Slowly, the giantess bent under the table; her face came as close as Brie’s had as the woman, to whose foot Abby had been clinging, became aware of her existence for the first time. It was not the uplifting experience she’d been hoping for…in fact, it was downright terrifying.
“STAY STILL,” Nikki said as all of a sudden her body pulled back out from under the table as Brie had.
“Oh God, oh God, oh God,” Abby cried under her breath as she saw the titanic woman typing away on her phone. She had no idea what was going to become of her. Both women seemed to be entertained by her existence far more than concerned for her wellbeing. Soon, Abby looked up to see Nikki’s arm reaching back down under the table, her massive I-phone clutched in her hand. Staring at the screen, Abby felt her stomach tie itself into a knot as she read the note that had been written for her eyes only...
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