Chapter #8The Tiny Prisoners of Talon - Part II by: ejones312   Timmy and Brian felt their wind knocked out as that bright flash of light sent a sudden hot flash through their bodies, quickly suffocating them and knocking them out. Having a better vitality than his little brother, it was no surprise that Brian was the first person to recover from the flash.
His head felt like his brain was about to expand and explode out of his skull. His vision swam with the intense feeling of vertigo, strong enough to make him slightly nauseous. His entire body was aching, like little firecrackers were being set off in his entire nervous system. Thankfully, these side effects only took a moment for Brian to fully recover from before his brain's logical center allowed him to look around.
He stood on a cold, metallic surface the size of a soccer field. As he looked around, everything just appeared like a blur. Did the radiation also mess with his eyesight or something?
It wasn't until he looked around that he saw the form of his little brother lying on the same metallic surface in the distance. "Timmy!" he yelled as he charged over to him. "Timmy are you o--WHOA!"
Brian almost fell over the edge of the surface, as steep and tall as a cliff leading to the bottom. He fell to his knees and peered over the edge of the metallic edge, and what he saw was a view of the floor, with a pattern similar to the floor of the chamber which consumed him and Timmy with light. His breath caught in his throat, Brian stepped back from the edge and looked around his blurry environment and confirmed his growing fears.
It was the same chamber that Moira and her soldiers threw him inside, only it appeared bigger to his eyes. Then the metallic surface was the bed which he was strapped into. Then that meant that Moira's sick experiment worked! She had shrunken him and Timmy down to size!
While Brian's blood chilled and his heart stopped from the horrifying realization, he heard Timmy grumble and grunt. He quickly rushed back to the edge of the bed and called out to his little brother with cupped hands. "Timmy! Timmy, can you hear me!?"
Timmy painfully turned over to the source of the voice, his eyes barely opened and his eyesight blurry, but he was able to make out the familiar voice from the saturated blob in his eyesight. "Brian? What happened?"
Timmy got up, but he stumbled as he felt the similar side effects of the shrinking radiation that Brian suffered from. A pounding headache, aching body muscles, and vertigo that made him nauseous. Of course, being young, the nausea hit him like a car wreck, and he ended up puking all over the surface of the metal bed. When his stomach contents were empty, he gagged as his stomach squeezed itself of air, sending a bad aerosol flavor of bile from his gut.
"Timmy! Are you okay!?" Brian shouted his inquiry from afar.
Timmy clutched his gut while he tried to catch his breath. He appeared to have recovered from the side effects, but now it was replaced with a feeling of horror. "Brian, what's happening to me?"
"Timmy, I need you to listen to me! Whatever you do, I need you to keep calm!" Brian advised loudly from his position. "Listen, that crazy chick's experiment worked! We've been shrunken down!"
"What?"
Timmy looked around the environment himself. When his mind fully registered and confirmed what Brian had told him, he began to scream bloody murder! "Timmy! Timmy, you have to calm down!"
Timmy quickly scrambled up on his feet and ran screaming towards his brother, his arms open for comfort, unaware that he was about to run over the edge. "Timmy, stop! You're about to go over the edge!"
But it was too late. Timmy's hysteria was far too great for him to fully register Brian's warnings as his next step sent him over the edge of the bed. Brian screamed as Timmy fell from what appeared to be ten-to-fifteen stories of freefalling until he would meet his demise on the solid floor and leave Brian the only survivor of his family.
But Timmy didn't meet the solid floor. Instead, he landed on something soft and cushioned his fall, leaving him slightly winded. When he got up, it originally appeared that he was kneeling in midair. All of a sudden, the soft platform crackled with purple energy as that invisible softness revealed itself to be a giant glove with a black palm, blue fingers, and purple fingernails.
Timmy whimpered as the body the hand belonged to was revealed to be the invisible form of Sombra, who smirked at him playfully as she held the tiny boy in the palm of her hand. “Easy there, nino, we wouldn’t want you to hurt yourself now, would we?”
Brian felt righteous fury build up and he stood up defiantly. “Let him go, Sombra!”
Sombra hummed and contemplated the order. “Sorry, chico, but that’s not gonna happen. You see, you and your hermanito are part of Moira’s experiments now, so letting you go is a moot point.” Sombra squeezed her fist around Timmy’s body and hugged him to her face, rubbing her cheek against his while he cried out from the compressing grip around his torso. “Besides, he’s too cute for me to let go.”
The chamber’s door opened, and in walked in both Moira and the seething Widowmaker as she strode up to Brian’s bed and plucked him up by the back of his hoodie, bringing his little wriggling form up to her face. “So zis is zee result of your shrinking chamber, madame?” Widowmaker asked, turning to Brian locked in the tight grip of the French femme fatale’s fingertips. “Excellente. It is about time you are punished for humiliating me the same way he did in the museum. And zhis time, petit garçon, zhere will be no heroes to save you now.”
“Enough,” Moira ordered her two comrades. “It is true that we have discovered a method of reducing the human’s body cellular count and reducing their size without them dying of compression, but we have yet to discover any effects it has. We are here to collect data, not here to play childish games or enact our petty vengeances.”
“Oh, but dama irlandesa, why can’t we do both, huh?” Sombra suggested. “We get our toys and revenge, and you get your data. It’s like you don’t trust us with doing your work for you.”
As childish as Sombra was, Moira hated to admit that she did have a point. It would be like killing two birds with one stone, but could she trust them with handling her tiny test subjects?
What did Moira ultimately decide on?
1.) Moira denies Sombra and Widowmaker from having their way with the boys while she collects data on their shrinkage. Both Timmy and Brian are imprisoned in an energized cube on her desk while she experiments on their physical capabilities in their diminutive size.
2.) Moira allows Sombra and Widowmaker to have their way with the boys while collecting data on their shrinkage. Both Timmy and Brian are separated, with Sombra using Timmy as her own personal boy toy while Widowmaker tortures Brian for humiliating her in the museum incident.  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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