This choice: ...they easily overpower him • Go Back... It should be easy, right? Surely Dylan couldn’t fail, he thought confidently, his small body filled with adrenaline as he prepared to run up to the unsuspecting teenagers and reduce their size. With the strange ray-gun at the ready, he sprung into action, quickly running up to the nearest teenager - tall, blond Alice. She was wearing a black tank-top, which showed off her pale shoulders, and a pair of dark blue denim shorts, along with white sandals which clicked against the hot concrete as she played with her phone, giggling occasionally. She was a bit of a follower, Cat being the leader of the trio. Her hair fell in wavy curls down her back, which swayed with every motion. She wasn't particularly aware of her surroundings, focused as she was on whatever was happening on her screen.
Dylan grinned as he crept towards her, holding his new toy and ready to shrink the first girl down to size. She wouldn't even notice it coming until it was too late… that's what he thought, at least. But, unfortunately for him, things took an unexpected turn.
“Hey! What do you think you’re doing?!”
Suddenly, a strong grip grabbed him roughly by the arm, yanking him upwards with enough force to nearly take his feet out from under him. The teenage boy had turned out to be far less oblivious than he'd hoped; in fact, he seemed to be rather protective of the girls, who looked just as surprised as Dylan.
Troy towered above him, a good head and shoulders taller than him. He held Dylan firmly in his grasp, looking down at the scared child with a mixture of anger and disgust on his face.
“Let go of me!” Dylan yelped, struggling in vain against the teen’s grip. “You can’t… stop me!” he gasped, trying desperately to aim his shrinking gun. But the device was snatched from his grasp.
"Huh? Look at this," Cat said looking over the ray gun in her hand. "What were you planning to do little brat? Spray us with this stupid water gun?" she asked sarcastically. "Well I got news for you kid, that ain't happening! Now give us one good reason why I shouldn't throw it in the bushes and let Troy beat the living crap outta you!" she screamed at him.
Dylan felt a shiver run down his spine as the girl stared daggers at him, her long black hair whipping around her in the breeze. His stomach churned with fear as he realized that his plan to shrink these people and then keep them in his room for his own amusement was far away now. He could tell by the look in Troy’s eyes that the teenager was just seconds from pummeling him to the ground.
Troy released him, allowing him to stand on his own two feet again. He was relieved, but knew it would be short-lived. The teens looked at him, expecting an answer from him.
He decides to tell them...   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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