Susan blasts belittling burst of breath through her magnificently glistening lips, "Yeah, right. Like I'm going to listen to you!" Her once pleasant laughter now pounds through the air in rumbling tones, and even covering your ears proves insufficient with the unsettling waves rolling through your body. Susan begins her first proud step, kicking through a partially standing wall of bricks and broken tables, Professor Montana shielding her face from pulverized debris. "Out of my way," Susan commands to the white coated doll at her feet, a terrifying tennis shoe standing on its heel beside the tiny teacher.
Montana leaps aside quickly, allowing Susan to sink her shoe into the soil, depressing the uneven mound into a flat footprint. The professor puts the horn to her mouth, "Please! Stop! You don't know what you're doing!" She holds onto her hair, tugging her roots to stimulate solution.
Susan kicks away a length of wiring caught on her shoelace and stands tall beside the model schoolyard full of miniature buildings and trees and complete with a population she could manipulate any way she pleases. She checks her shoe, then takes her eyes to Montana, directing her words directly, "Excuse me? I'll do whatever I want now, and there's nothing you or him or anyone can do to stop me." Just then her palm seals around you tightly, perhaps to show her power over anyone by squeezing the life out of you.
"No! Please, let me help you," Montana pleads with desperate fluctuations in her voice. "If you give me time I can return you to normal. You're bound to hurt someone if you stay like you are!" Susan's eyes earnestly focus on Montana at these words and a smile spreads.
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