You run for your life. The adrenaline surges through your body and forces you to go. You don't think you've ever run faster in all your years. For just a moment, you forget your terror. You just relish the feeling of running, all-out sprinting.
But that enjoyment is quashed within seconds. You can feel Niamh catching up. The tremors grow more intense very quickly, only stopping for a few moments here and there. And each time they stop, you can hear the yelling of one of your shrunken classmates.
You're already running faster than ever before in your life, but from the earthquakes you can tell it still isn't fast enough. You try to mentally channel your adrenaline to somehow make you faster. You try to pray that somehow you will suddenly gain a burst of speed and escape. You're currently between classrooms, so trying to duck into a doorway and hide isn't an option.
You run out of time to hope as a shadow stretches over you, and giant, pale, tree trunk-like fingers stretch out ahead of you and wrap around, closing in and sealing you in her grip.
You feel your stomach drop as it feels like you're launched into the air on a rocket ship. In reality, Niamh's just lifting her hand. In moments you're shoved into her other hand, with your other captured classmates. She has this hand, her right hand, pressed against the upper area of her stomach so that it's easier to hold so many of you. When looking up, instead of seeing her enormous face, instead you are shaded by the outcropping that is her breasts. They were pretty decent before, but seeing them above you, completely dwarfing you, even contained within her bra and shirt, makes you feel even smaller than before.
You were among the last that needed to be collected. Only two of you came after. You quickly did a head count, remembering to subtract Briana and John, and realized Niamh had you all.
Some of you were crying. Others had blank stares. And still yet, some of you peered over the edge of Niamh's hand, as if maybe you could survive the fall. You specifically, you were just watching everyone else. You were feeling the rhythmic sway as Niamh carried all of you. She carried you all back into the lab you had escaped from. The place of regret, where meddling with science you didn't understand changed your lives forever. And ended Briana and John's.
Niamh walked around the room, checking through cabinets. She eventually pulled out a bin, set it on one of the counters, and deposited you all inside.
She stood above you, looking down at all of you cowering in the bin. This is the closest you've been to her face where you could actually see it. You've always been used to being almost a foot taller than her, and looking down at her.
Of course, even before today that's all you had. While you were taller than Niamh and could look down at her in that regard, she won out in every other plane. On the popularity scale, you're like a B-, maybe a B. Not too shabby, but you're nothing compared to Niamh. She wasn't even an A+, she was the S Rank.
But now you've lost even that, as she towers over all of you. She was smiling now, maybe a bit excited. You hated to admit it, but she was pretty hot. It's not like you got to be the school's queen bee by not being a looker, after all.
"I have no idea how you losers wound up like this, but this is the craziest shit I've ever seen. Stay here while I clean up the mess you made," she said, her face turning to disgust as she says the last part. She walks away, and off in the distance you hear the ripping of paper towels.
"The mess we made?" Tiffany asks incredulously. "Mess?" she seethes. That mess is our friends! People!" Tiffany is beginning to hyperventilate. You quickly make your way over to her to try to calm her down.
"It's gonna be alright, we'll make it through this," you say to her quietly, while hugging her to you, as her tears begin to flow. You and her both know these are empty words, but it's not about whether it's true. It's just about the comforting nature of hearing it.
Niamh's back after a few minutes, still giddy about her find. She speaks down to all of you.
"So what'd you losers like, even do? I can't imagine it was on purpose, did you mess something up with a lab experiment in here? I cleaned up your mess by the way, you're welcome," she said, as if we were really supposed to be grateful for it. "I mean, I guess it would make sense if it were on purpose. There's no better cause then to give yourselves to me," she said, her eyes looking away and her hand gesturing at her, indicating she's clearly being facetious.
"So let's see here, there's..." she pauses to count all of you, "ten of you here. That's a lot of little people," she laughs. "Well, I guess there used to be twelve, huh? Sorry about that," she says, but the rolling of her eyes and the sigh she gives indicate she doesn't care at all. "Anyway, ten is a lot," she says, musing to herself. She kind of looks up, the wheels in her head clearly turning.
Niamh is deciding whether she wants to keep all ten of you. What does she decide?
1. Ten tiny little pets (or toys...)? Sounds pretty ideal. She keeps all ten of you to herself.
2. Ten tiny people is a lot. Niamh decides to divide you all between her and her closest friends.
3. Two words. SNAPCHAT GIVEAWAY! Niamh actually takes to social media to auction you guys off, one by one, to her Snapchat followers. You're all split up, and Niamh only keeps one or two of you to herself.
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