Trish who had been walking with her backpack lazily over her right shoulder,had overheard much of the commotion regarding Edge and Heather. As usual, the big bitch was tormenting the smaller girl. A thought which only caused a scowl to creep upon her face, and her fist to tighten, the knuckles turning white. There wasn't possibly a word good enough to describe the hate she felt for Heather. Still, she knew that if she turned around and hit Heather like anyone should have many, many months ago. She would be suspended and possibly held away from graduating yet again, no doubt Heather and her parents having some pull in that. Sighing, she would just keep walking, crossing into the open courtyard in the center of the school. Many people getting out of her way, as per usual. After all, even if she being held back from getting violent, not many aside Heather knew that she wouldn't fly off the handle, and having a background in MMA certainly helped her reputation in this regard.
Of course, this curse of being unable to do anything, would be lifted as it were. The rogue beam having been shot, away from it's intended target would find it's way, flying through the air an hitting Trish in the back. The purple aura surrounded this young woman, causing her to stop in her tracks. Eye's looking down on herself, noticing the glow. "What the?!" She couldn't help but question, more so annoyed than scared of what was happening. Although a bit of a worried look would cross her face as her body began to expand. Something which would far more worry the other students than herself. After all, no matter what, one of your peers growing to giant size would be intimidating. Now that said peer was a violent psychopath, well things were not going to end well. Many students could only remain frozen in place, staring up in horror as Trish peaked out at fifty feet tall, a classic height, and only the beginning. She would hold her right hand out, dropping her now giant sized backpack to the ground with a thud, looking her hand over. She couldn't help but chuckle at her new size, a devious, near diabolic one. Her green eyes scanning the ground and soon locking onto the target of her frustration, Heather. "Oh, you're so fucked." She couldn't help but laugh, bending at the waist and picking this young girl up into her right hand.
Trish's grin would widen as she felt the struggles of this girl, doing nothing against merely her hand. She holding a life effortlessly in her grasp, literally her future was at her whim. She could be the judge and jury for Heather, and she would deserve anything that Trish did to her. Most of the student body knew it, and Edna, well she looked forward to it. Although not her immediate plan, at least the ray had hit someone who hated Heather as much as she did. Although it did concern her a bit that she didn't know Trish all that well, she seemed to be more interested in Ruthie, and often times, Edna questioned just how interested she was indeed. Trish couldn't help but lick her lips, her deep chuckle reverberating through Heather's body who begged to be let go. "Leave me alone!" Something which would only earn a shake of Trish's head. "Leave you alone? Afraid I can't do that pipsqueak. After all, you often wouldn't leave everyone else alone when they asked you too. High on yourself, thinking the world revolved around you, fuck you Heather." She would coldly say. Bringing tears to this girls face as she looked into the unrelenting, and angry eye's of Trish. "The way I see it, even if this is temporary, if I shrink back down, I'm going to rot away under the scope of some scientists, so I'm going to get my monies worth, and do us all a favor." Once again, a dark almost ominous chuckle would follow suit. "You're going to die, Heather" This girl would wail at this, and as Trish gave her a bit of a squeeze. Laughing rather evilly at this display, sending a chill up the spine of every student, including Edna who watched on.
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