"If I'd just shot myself," Angelina says idly, as she works at the dials on the transposer's side, "I'd have made the local paper. Maybe front page? Forgotten in a week. They wouldn't feel sorry for what they've done to me. Step-daddy dearest would shrug it off. Those bitch-ass bullies would probably just laugh, shit on my grave."
You breathe again as she withdraws the transposer barrel from your chest, brandishing it above her head. "This, though? It can grow me so big, they won't be able to ignore my death. I'll be a national monument! All will stand in the shadow of my corpse and despair..."
The goth girl zaps herself with the transposer, on growth once again as her dimensions begin to expand. A normal person would panic and run, to be crushed beneath her expanding boots, but you stay where you are, knowing that you'll be safe directly beneath her until her expansion ceases. Beneath the layered skirts of her black dress, you are sheltered from the rain of debris as she crashes through the ceiling, but you are also completely blocked from the sun. Beneath this gothic goddess, you are entirely in the dark.
How does she intend to kill herself, anyway? Maybe drown herself by ducking her head into the ocean? She hasn't really thought this plan through. And somewhere up there, in her still-growing fist, she holds the transposer that should be yours by right!
Are you going to stand here and take this, or will you clamber up the thick, lacy mesh of her dress to get to higher ground and talk with her?
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