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"Lana." came Gant's voice from across the overlarge office. "Do come in."
Closing her eyes and taking a deep breath, Lana Skye stepped into the room. She hated the very feeling of entering this office. She hated the jovial smile Gant wore as he watched her approach, knowing the malice behind the old bastard's stare better than anyone.
She closed her yes again, and her younger sister's face appeared in her mind. Her resolve didn't waver, though her mood was hardly going to be improved by any interaction with Chief Gant.
"You needed something," she began, looking up, "... Chief?" The last word was filled with barely-concealed disdain.
Giving another unpleasant smile, Gant nodded.
"Why, yes. Thank you coming in so quickly, Lana."
Lana didn't like hearing Gant in a good mood. Well, honestly, she didn't like anything to do with him, but a good mood was never a good sign. This meeting could end harmlessly, or it could go very badly. There was only one way to find out which it was.
"So, what did you need?" she asked shortly, barely maintaining eye contact. She could hardly look at Gant without wanting to vomit.
"Oh, nothing too taxing on you." he replied. "Just... stay right there, would you?"
Lana raised an eyebrow, but did as she was told. Waiting, she wondered what this was about.
In a gesture that Lana recognized all too well, Gant fixed his steely-eyed stared directly on her, making eye contact all the while.
For a few seconds, Lana remained still, unsure of whether she ought to say anything. Then, something strange happened.
She shifted uncomfortably, feeling an odd sensation on her skin. She looked back at Gant, but he just continued to stare intently at her.
"... Hmm...?"
Lana looked around. The large office was starting to feel... bigger, somehow. She lightly pressed a hand to her forehead. She flinched when her gaze met Gant's again. He was suddenly standing higher over her than normal.
"W-what-...!?" she stammered, taking a step back. All around her, the office was increasing in size.
Or rather, she was decreasing in size. Her breaths began to accelerate. Still, Gant just maintained his stare, directly fixed on her.
Whatever this was, she needed to leave the room now.
Turning on the spot, Lana made for the door.
"Ah-"
She froze, closing her eyes again as Gant's voice broke out across the room.
"You don't really want to turn around and leave, do you?" he asked her, his tone making her simultaneously want to make a run for it and also attack him. "You do remember our chats about... keeping yourself in line, yes?"
Cursing under her breath, Lana began to imagine the sight of her little sister's face once more. Memories of a certain horrible day crept back into her mind.
When she opened her eyes again, she almost collapsed with shock.
She appeared to have stopped shrinking, but that was of no particular relief to her. She was tiny, her full height so incredibly diminished that she couldn't be any more than a few inches off the floor now. She turned around, terrified.
Gant had stepped away from his desk and was approaching her. Lana's heart rate skyrocketed as powerful footfalls struck the ground before her, bringing the terrifying figure of the colossal police chief toward her.
Gant was towering over her in just a few steps. He looked straight down toward her, still smiling like nothing was wrong.
Then, he began to laugh. The horrible sound rang out in Lana's ears, and she covered them with her hands, trying to block it out. Gant's booming laughter continued, and he started clapping, applauding his own handiwork.
When he stopped, Lana only just had time to spot his gloved hand reaching down toward her before her entire body was captured in a firm grip. She wriggled, but had no hope of escaping him.
Air rushed past as she was lifted up toward Gant's face, which had expanded in all directions like a projected screen. He was smiling again, and shook his head just a bit.
"Thank you again for coming over, Lana." he said. "You're doing very well, so keep it up."
Unable to mask her terror, Lana could feel herself shaking in Gant's powerful grip.  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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