This choice: On second thought, let's see how this plays out. • Go Back... Holding the device up, aimed and poised on Abby, Edna was prepared to try and reduce her intellectual friend back down to a more manageable height, although a part of her hesitated. Whether or not this was from general curiosity of how she would take it, or the fact that she had Ruthie yelling in her ear was all up in the air at this point. "What the HELL! Edna what's going on?!" Ruthie couldn't help but cry out, only earning her a "Shhh" from her friend who looked on. Watching with morbid curiosity, a grin on her face as she watched Abby's old chuck taylor, dirty from years of use raise up into the air. The ear piercing shriek of Heather only bringing but a smile to Edna's face as she watched that foot lower. For her it was almost as if time stopped as she watched the unforgiving tread of those shoes come down. It was almost as if she could hear each of Heather's bones simply snapping, the blood being pushed from her mouth as little by little she became more compressed underfoot until all at once, Abby's foot just seemed to consume her.
A sickening crunch heard and that was the end of it. Without dirtying her own hands, she had rid the world of that bitch Heather, and for a moment, Edna was truly happy. Though it wouldn't be long before a tinge of disappointment hit her. A part of her feeling guilty that the blood was on Abby's hands, or perhaps more fitting, under her right foot. Another part of her however, felt terrible that it wasn't by her hands that Heather bit the dust, though revenge was revenge all the same at the end of the day, and Heather did get her comeuppance. Although, that did leave Edna with a curious question for herself, what to do with Abigail now?
Meanwhile, on the other side of that monstrous foot, Trish, ever the survivor would pull through once more. Though certainly hurting, she wasn't about to let herself get crushed like the insect under another bitches foot. After years of beating the living hell out of people like this, it was not the just punishment that she wanted to face at the end of the day. Fortunately her ribs were only hurt, throbbing lightly as opposed to being actually broken, and though it hurt like hell, she was able to roll herself to the side. Just narrowly escaping the underside of that Chuck Taylor. The loud thud of that foot coming down, mixed with the crunch of Heather caught underneath, as well as the huge tremor it caused. It was enough to practically toss Trish to the side, hitting a few empty trashcans which would topple over her. Though this left her to simply lie there, in pain, she only had one thing on her mind, find that geek girl and take that device from her.  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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