author: UnderHerToes
With everyone attent on anything but you, you stay centered on your unwary subject. Remove the transposer slowly from its denim holster, everything left and right steadily narrows until it's only her. More than acquaintance, but not quite friend, June Yamato dances alone in the field, turning about with arms swinging, hair sweeping in graceful twirls to the tunes beating through a pair of headphones. You'd met June a number of times on and off campus, but never for periods longer than the reflection afterward. On each occassion she always seemed playfully innocent, jubilant, of lofty spirit all her own. June bumps her hips from side to side to a slow rythym.
In a final blink, it begins. The trigger pulled; the beam of light shoots silently, instantly, by everyone's ignorance. The light binds itself around June's body, slowing, seemingly constricting her movements, and her glowing, growing body collapses onto the grass. She swells larger and larger, gasps and screams signal the student body nearby have taken notice of the phenomenon. No one moves, watching the illuminated figure of June develop yet larger, her huddled body now covering a majority of the open field, and a story and a half above it.
Fresh screams ignite a mass migration for the parking lot as she continues to magnify, and you join them now, blending in with every other scared student, except you're the only one smiling with a new toy in your back pocket. You leap over a man shoving books into his backpacks, then hear the same fellow, plus one, yelp as someone carelessly collides into him. As loud music erupts from behind, you look over your shoulder to see the light dying down, revealing a massive student, dazed and on her side. This unbreaking view of awe brings your stomach right into the hood of a starting car. Some people you hurry passed simply stand by their vehicles and share the sight you started.
Daringly sliding through your open car window, you fall into your seat in time to see the oversized June sit up in the field, you could swear her giant eyes focus on yours, if only in the moment before she puts her hand to her head and realizes what happened, but left to wonder how, her mouth drops open in shock. Leaning back in your seat, you seize this time to throw the transposer in the center console compartment and fight your way away from the college and your seventy-foot escape plan.
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