You get to your knees and slip your hands under the edge of the tape onto Jake's neck and grudgingly squeeze, looking away. You can feel Jake's body start to quiver as you nearly finish this task... until you are suddenly lifted into the air from behind..! You can feel the back of your shirt being pulled as you are raised and spun around... directly in front of Mike's face. This isn't good: he must have seen your tiny form on his bed from the doorway and tip-toed into the room. Mike grins as you, "I saw you shrink in the grass with the others, but I couldn't find you. How did you get it into my room with the pathetic size you are at?" Mike's booming, curious voice is practically deafening.
"I was walked in," you shout sarcastically at Mike's enormous visage, wondering if he is smart enough to get the hint. You then dart your head toward Mike's mud-caked pair of sneakers sitting on the floor.
Mike looks down to see where you are looking. "I see. Say, did you meet those ants I stepped on this morning? I think some of their little bodies are still gunked up on the bottom, heheh." You say nothing, realizing from his gloating laugh that Mike relishes the idea of you being comparable to one of the tiny bugs that he's stepped on. "Oh come on, you aren't being fun. Jake wasn't being fun either. Now he is missing an important part of his anatomy. You don't want to end up the same, do you?" You look down at Jake, roused and still alive because you weren't able to finish putting him out of his misery.
"What do you want, you punk?" you boldly ask, not quite having shaken your superiority complex over Mike, despite being so small in size and being hung by the back of your shirt somewhat like a fly by its wings. To tell the truth, Mike has never been a weakling even though he is a year younger. He's above average height, yet lean and strong. You continue, "And where is Eric?"
"Eric? Eric was loads of fun! Let me show you!" Mike lowers his arm and crudely plops you down on the surface of the text book again, right next to Jake's taped body. Suddenly Mike reaches into one of his pockets... and pulls something out in his fist. Mike moves his arm toward you and hovers his fist right on top of you, and for a moment you think he's about to slam you beneath it. Instead, he unfurls his fingers and reveals a white figurine in the shape of a human. Mike lowers the life-sized statue with its head pinched gently between his large thumb and forefinger. He brings it right down at your side and it amazingly, the clay-like figure stands upright. You circle toward the front of this white statue and realize that this figurine isn't actually a mere figurine. This is an effigy of Eric, made of some freshly dried plaster. The mold fits his stocky physique perfectly. Just the right proportions, just the right bulges where his clothes would be, fitting the contour of his shoes and shorts. The fresh smell of the plaster is strong. When you put your hand on the statue's surface to tilt it, its resistance and weight suddenly indicates to you that this statue is not hollow. Clearly, Mike has dipped Eric in some cheap plaster and allowed him to dry, literally burying him alive!
"Eric?!" you shout at the figurine. You hear nothing. Suddenly you look up at Mike in outrage. "He's in there, isn't he? What's the matter with you? Live and let live, you animal!" you shout in hopelessness at the callous giant looming over you with a cruel grimace.
"Pipe down, pipsqueak. You know I can crush you like a bug if I want. Besides, I don't think he is dead." Your head darts toward the statue again. You shout at it one more time and then put your head against the surface of the figurine's rough, flaky face. Inside you can hear a faint muffled moan... he's alive! Suddenly you are of a mind to knock the statue over on its side to perhaps free Eric.
"Let us go, Mike. You've already gone way too far with what you've done to Jake. Now will you let Eric out?"
Suddenly Mike draws his arm back over to you and grasps the figurine in his palm. He looks down at it for a few seconds, Eric's stiff, encapsulated body sitting helpelessly in his palm. "Nah." He smiles and pockets the Eric-statue once more.
"Then what will you do" you ask, dreading both the answer or no answer at all.
"Well, I'll show you what I'm first going to do," he states cryptically. Suddenly Mike extends his enormous arm back over you once more, his fingers extended outward. Then, all but his forefinger are flexed inward. He lowers his long fingertip slowly and for a second you think he is going to press you beneath it -- as it is surely large enough to do so. Instead, he brings it down over Jake's mutilated body, only two meters or so away from where you are standing. The bottom of Mike's fingertip presses down over Jake's immobile torso. You watch in terror and Jake is compressed alive beneath the fleshy appendage. Beneath the tape you can hear the most inhuman yet still muffled wail conceivable, as Mike continues to apply slow pressure. Suddenly, the wailing ends with an abrupt squeal as Mike rapidly and completely puts the weight of his hand behind his fingertip, squishing what is left of Jake's body utterly and taking his life. Mike lifts his finger from the bloody mess, taking it with it Jake's severed and almost completely formless upper half from the under the tape. You watch with anger as Mike inspects his finger with an amused, gloating expression on his face, before he flicks his finger against his thumb to expel the remains off into the air. Mike looks toward you again and smirks.
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