"There, there, it's over now. I've got you, little one." A young woman said softly, cradling a small object to her bosom. Although mostly dismissive of Marcus' plight up to this point, Janet couldn't help being a little worried for the little guy’s state of mind at the moment. After riding the “4-mile-drop” together, the poor guy seemed a little shook up. “Poor baby” she remembered cooing, as she clutched him to her chest. Of course, Janet was sure any one managing to be tossed off of a ride like that would be more than a bit traumatized. Especially, if the person in question just barely manages to get caught on the way down, just before hitting the ground no less. “Yikes, that was hella close! God, how lucky are you, huh?! Could you imagine if I hadn’t had my hands up at the time? Oooh, you’d have been a goner, eh Marcus? Tel me, has Vanessa ever done anything like that for you?” she beamed at the frightened little man in her arms, as they walked away from the ride. Though, she wouldn’t be receiving a response from him anytime soon. It seemed Marcus was paralyzed in fear after the ride down, with Janet’s comments doing nothing to alleviate his trauma. “That’s ok.” The young lady thought, as she stroked the shrunken man’s back affectionately, before placing him in her purse, in order to recuperate. “I won’t hold it against him.”
Still, Janet didn’t mind his silence. In fact, she preferred it. Being such great friends, she was certain that all they needed was mental waves to communicate with each other. Humming along to her favorite song, Janet Smith walked merrily through a cluster of stands throughout the park, twirling her shivering purse around her arm. The day had been a blast for Janet, especially since she had run into her old “Little Buddy” at that BBQ spot. Prying him away from his more monstrous companion took a bit of work. However, it was all worth it, as he showed her such a good time, so far. She thought she heard the sound of a phone ping, along with some texting. Luckily when she checked on Marcus, he seemed to be laying idly, in her bag. He looked unusually relaxed, but that was no trouble as long as he didn’t do anything he’d regret.
“What are you up to, sweetie?” She asked in suspicion. Her eyebrows raised in curiosity as she eyed his body language carefully. She was no lie detector, but she knew this guy very well. In addition to that, at his current size, there was almost nothing he could manage to hide from her. Marcus in turn, gave his most nonchalant shrug. “Oh nothing, nothing. just um, maxing, relaxing, Ya know? Honestly, I’m just along for the ride.” He said, offering a grin to sell the act. Oh, really, now?” Janet questioned thoroughly unconvinced as she looked into her bag. Marcus was nervous, praying to god, that he managed to buy himself some time before Vanessa arrived. Suddenly the giantess’ face brightened as she pulled him gently from her bag. “Aww, poor little guy. “I bet you’ve been so bored in there, huh?” She tutted, sympathetically. “I think I can fix that for you, though. How about this? We can go on a few more rollercoaster together while we still got some time. how does that sound?” She asked down to him. Marcus though, was nearly catatonic at the prospect of riding anymore fair rides after his experience on the “4-Mile-Drop”, causing him to temporarily lose his voice again
“Oooh, I’ll take that silence as a “yes”! See, I knew we were a great team It’s almost like I can read your thoughts. Come on, we can make it before they start shutting down.” The behemoth spoke in excitement, racing through the crowd. Marcus raised his voice suddenly, determined to finally make himself heard. “Um, Janet look, hanging with you was great and all, but I’d really like to get back to Van-.” With a sudden jolt, the giant woman holding him halted her stride, which caused him to get frazzled out of his suggestion. “Oh, hold up a sec.” Janet said, cutting him off. “I almost forgot something.” She said, as she tucked Marcus back into her purse, and zipping it closed. “There you go. Now you shouldn’t go flying off again. Great idea right? Yeah, I know.” Janet said, patting the side of her bag. As the rocking motion of Janet’s brusque walk began, Marcus piped up yet again. “Wait, no! Janet stop, please! No more rides ok? No more!” Marcus wailed from the bag. But, it was no use. His pleas had once again been for naught. 'Where the hell is Vanessa?' he thought in exasperation, burying his head into his hands.
At a nearby Bull-riding supply tent, business had been slow all day. Inside, the cashier, a young man named Kyle, groaned in boredom. All day, and barely any customers had arrived. Apparently, the only people needing bull riding equipment already had it. Seriously, what was the point of coming to the damn rodeo, if all he would be doing is standing around, bored out of his skull. With a sigh, he contemplated asking his dad for the rest of the day off, when suddenly the, tent’s flaps were pried open, shocking the young man from his Malaise. Crouching at what appeared to be an uncomfortably low angle, a large vaguely feminine face appeared above him, wearing a warm smile. “Whoa, h-holy shit.” Kyle said breathlessly, as he looked up at the large figure. She seemed friendly, at least friendly enough to not tear the place apart. Still, this person looked to be a Zoni, so Kyle knew it best to tread carefully.
“Um, c-can…can I help you Ms.?” He asked, choking down his intense fear. “Actually yes, I’m looking for some rope, maybe 21 ft. in length. Do you have anything like that?” The mystery lady questioned. “Uh, yeah, sure thing, um…” Kyle fumbled around as he looked for the item in question. He didn’t want to take long, as although the smile she greeted him with was warm and inviting, her tone struck him as being very business oriented. “Aha! Here we are!” Kyle said, in triumph holding the braided rope slightly above his head. “That’ll be $26.45” he said, as he handed the item up towards her.
The woman’s large face pouted, scaring Kyle into thinking that the big lady may be displeased with the price, and cause a scene. However, he was pleasantly surprised to see one of her long arms stretch into the tent, handing him a debit card to swipe. As the cashier rang up the transaction, he pondered a question up to the woman in front of him. “So, are you a- um… are you a roper Ms.?” He asked, shyly. She looked a bit too big to be a roper, but he never wanted to assume. With a chuckle, the larger woman took note of the little guy’s fright. ‘Humans are always so cute, when scared.’ She thought, before attempting to answer his question. “Oh no.” she said. “But, I am handling some business later on today and this rope, will surely come in handy.” She stated. As she took her bag and receipt from the young man. “Well, good luck to you mam, and thanks for shopping with us.” Kyle said, walking back to his desk. “And thank you for the excellent service, little guy.” The Zoni winked down towards the young cashier, before backing her head out of the tent. Kyle found himself staring at the tent he saw the giant exit out of, at a loss for words. “Well dang, that was interesting.” Kyle thought, leaning back in his chair in amazement. “I can’t wait to tell dad about this.”
Stepping off of the last rollercoaster she rode on, Janet instantly began her search for a new one to get onto. However, while on her search for another ride, her body made its own needs known, with a loud rumble from her midsection. “Oh, well that’s not good.”, she said to herself in shock. It seemed that all of the day’s excitement sort of made her hungry. “Oh crap, and me with barely any spending money.” she said, as her stomach started to growl. A part of her was dying for a morsel to eat. However fair food was notorious for being super expensive, that’s when she remembered her little Marcus. She wondered, if he’d even be responsive after the evening they had together. However, she soon dismissed these concerns. “He should be fine’ she thought, ‘After all its Marcus, he’s always fine.’ She thought assuredly to herself. She always liked that Marcus could bounce back from seemingly any damage; both physical or emotional. It always reminded her of how she first met him. Oh, she always enjoyed looking back on that day.
As she and some fellow first graders were running back in from recess, she was drawn back outside by the sound of a small, almost distant moan from the blacktop. She was about to go back inside with her friends upon not seeing anyone, when she saw what looked like a large bug on the playground, still very much alert. Upon closer inspection, Janet realized to her astonishment, this was a young boy, around her age. Apparently the poor kid had tripped before finding himself trampled underfoot, by the mob of other kids. Without hesitation she took him to the nurse’s office, where they were both astounded to see that Marcus hadn’t had a single broken bone from the stampede. “Wow!” She remembered saying to him. “You’re kind of freaky… but like in a super cool way!” She said in amazement, as he started to grow back to normal size. However, this praise seemed to not sit too well with her new friend. This was made clear to Janet, as the boy explained that he had almost no control over his condition, and was a bit sensitive over it. Upon his release from the nurse, she helped the young man get back to class, where they exchanged names, and the rest was history from there.
“I’m Janet, what’s your name?” The young girl asked as they stopped in front of a closed classroom door. “I’m M-Marcus, um…Marcus Wade.” The boy said, a tad awkwardly. “Nice to meet you, little Marcus. We’re going to be best friends, I can already tell!” she shouted, pulling the boy into a firm hug. She couldn’t help but giggle as her new friend dwindled down towards the ground, complaining of being crushed by her grip. He was so small, and so fragile.
Janet sighed, overcome with a wave nostalgia. Since then the pair were inseparable, and despite the loss of communication over the years, Janet was positively sure she could rekindle their old dynamic, without fail. Unzipping her purse, she watched eagerly as Her old high school friend was roused awake by the dim glow of the setting sun’s rays. “Marcus, wake up love. I need a favor from you.” She cooed gently. “Hmm, Janet? Where are we, what’s happening? Are-are we going to see Vanessa?” Marcus asked, apparently recovered from his earlier state of shock. Janet was ecstatic at seeing him so alert so soon. “Aw, there’s my little guy! Such a trooper, you are; just like always!” She said with joy. “And sorry to disappoint you little buddy, but we aren’t going anywhere near that dolled up sasquatch. That lumbering thing is a bit of a safety hazard, if you ask me.” She said firmly.
“Anyway, I’m feeling a bit peckish right about now, Marc. Everything here looks so tasty, and I was hoping you could be a buddy, and help me out with some spending money?”. Marcus struggled to get out of the purse, as she set it on a nearby table. “I don’t know Janet.” Marcus said. “I don’t have too much more in my budget, I wanted to get something special for-” His explanation was soon cutoff as Janet finished speaking. “Oh, I see, you’re saving money for her. Well then, maybe since we won’t be eating, we can maybe go on another rollercoaster, instead. How’s that sound?” She asked with a devious wink. In fright, Marcus slid his wallet to her, cringing as she held his debit card in triumph. “Got it! Thanks Marc.” She said, offering a smile. “Don’t mention it…I guess.” The shrunken man said glumly.
As the two continued to wander the festivities, Janet took in all that the rodeo had to offer. Things like Watching a $10 bull riding contest, eating $25.50 worth of delicious fair food and such: All on Marcus’ dime. From her purse, Marcus cringed in impotent rage, every time he heard a swipe come off of his card. His dwindling bank balance was ever-present on his phone screen. Janet was out of control; it was high time for him to take back the reigns. ‘That does it!’ The little man thought. ‘No more of this shit!’ And with that, he cancelled his card, stopping Janet from siphoning anymore of his money from him. He remembered her being so cool, but all evening, he was exposed to the truth; there was nothing cool about the girl anymore, if there ever was at all. Unfortunately, the looming figure of his old friend was none too pleased to figure this out.
“What the hell?! What’s wrong this card? Marcus!!” She screamed, as she Instantly realized what he had done. Unceremoniously, the angered young woman dumped her purse’s contents on the countertop of a nearby shooting game. “What is the meaning of this shit, huh?” Janet roared, as she yanked him from her pile of belongings to hold him up to a declined card screen. “Hmm, if I had to guess, I’d say this card was cancelled for being lost or stolen. I suppose now, someone’s having money problems. Guess one of us should’ve come more prepared, eh Janet?” He grinned up at her, cheekily.
Oh, you think your funny, you little twerp?!” Janet seethed, folding her arms. Marcus stared up at her, without an ounce of fear on his face. “No Janet, I think I’ve had enough of your crap, alright?!” He said, as he began to expand outwardly. As he hopped off the game’s countertop, he landed with a hard thud on the ground. “Listen, it was great catching up and all, but I think I should head out, Janet. I’mma be getting back to my girl, and you can do whatever it is you like, far from me!” Marcus announced as his size returned steadily, the further he got from her. “Oh, so you’re leaving me now, is that it?” Janet asked, flabbergasted. “Yep, seems that way.” Marcus called back, with an exaggerated shrug of his shoulders. Honestly, if this wasn’t already obvious; the poor girl had a screw loose, or something.
“You sniveling little-!” The woman fumed, not able to even finish her sentence. Janet was dumbstruck at the sudden change in attitude she was witnessing. This was little Marcus, Her little Marcus. He couldn’t just make a fool of her, like that! She would not allow it, oh no! This would not stand at all! “Oh, you think I’ll just let you walk off from me, to go be with that beast? Is that right, Little Marcus?! Gimme that!” Janet roared, as she picked up one of the nearby game’s hunting rifles. “Hey Mam, be careful with that! the rifle’s loaded, and only for shooting varmints with, at the game range!” The attendant said, rushing to stop her. “Screw that damn game! I see a little varmint I want to take down right now, hehehehe.” Janet said, lining up her shot. ‘With any luck, this will just knock him out. Then, I’ll take him home with me, and get him back to his senses. Yeah, then we’ll be back on track.’ She thought in bliss, as the scope lined up with the back of Marcus’ small head. “Got’chu, you little freak.” She said wickedly, as her scope found its target.
“And I, you.” A powerful voice spoke, from out of nowhere. This confused the human woman from staying focused on her target. “What the-? Woooaah!” Janet started, as she soon found herself being slammed to the side by a massive, sort of jiggly force. The unknown impact sent her, tumbling to the ground, with a hard crash. “Whoops, was that my big booty’s fault, Janet?” A familiar sounding voice called down to her. “Or, were you just caught off guard again? Ya’ know, you really need to pay more attention, you’re starting to worry me.” Still reeling from the Shock, the smaller woman yelped in fright, as a large, boot clad foot landed, mere inches away from her head, with enough power behind its stomp to possibly crush it. Fear threatening to paralyze her again, Janet barely managed to even look up at this mystery person, which sent her fear instincts into overdrive.
Towering above her, at what should’ve been an impossibly great height, was a rather large figure. She wore a black sleeveless t-shirt, a matching black mini skirt (held up by a gold colored, stylized “Bull” belt buckle”, An admittedly fashionable black cowboy hat, as well as her previously addressed black boots. “Howdy, down there. Sorry to Butt in on the fun.” The giant chortled downwards, tipping her hat, in a blatantly mocking fashion. Janet’s nerves were soon fueled by rage, as she made an instant connection of who this person was. “You!” She snarled upwards. Marcus chuckled to himself at the sight he was watching, clapping enthusiastically as he walked over “Well, look at you! I missed you, Big Gal. Nice of you to join us finally. Oh, and thanks for the save.”, Marcus said up to her. “Oh, shucks. It wasn’t nothing.” Vanessa said, offering a playful wink his way. As the two exchanged loving glances, Janet had managed to make a grab at her downed rifle. “Hate to interrupt guys, but my aim’s way too good to waste on little varmints. maybe I’ll try hunting some big game instead.” She sneered, as her glare meant Vanessa. She Wrapped her fingers over the weapon’s grip, lethal intent at the front of her mind. “Oh, no you don’t!” Vanessa said, prying the weapon with ease, and breaking it in half over her knee.
“Really Janet… in the back?” Marcus questioned, arms folding as he strolled up to his old friend. Janet herself gave a halfhearted shrug, as if disinterested in masking her previous actions. “Look Marc, it was just in the heat of the moment. Besides, this thing’s probably a little BB gun, wasn’t like it could kill you.” She spoke, dismissively.
“Well actually-.” The game master said, piping up from the crowd. “That there’s a high powered air rifle, capable of blowing a hole right through a grown man’s hand at close range. Want proof?” He said, removing his right hand’s glove. The surrounding audience shrieked, and recoiled in collective disgust, upon the reveal. What they saw was a right hand, highly disfigured, with a gaping hole bored clean-through the palm. Whatever the unlucky doctor who had to look at it in its original state did, in order to treat the injury, must’ve just barely saved the hand from further damage. ”Ugh, that shit is just… gnarly.” Vanessa cringed, while shaking her head in sympathy to the man’s plight. her large body trembled and quivered in disgust from the mangled limb’s appearance. The older gentleman huffed indignantly, at the crowd’s mortified reaction. “Just some food for thought.” The elderly man said, before bowing out of the conversation, and fading back into the crowd.
“Umm…ok. Guess it was a little more powerful than I thought. Guess that was my bad.” Janet said, dumbfounded at the event. “Well anyway, now that one part of the freak show is over Marcus, come help me uuu-Aaaiiieeee!” Janet demanded, before suddenly being crushed under a massive amount of weight, applied directly on top of her by her Zonie opponent. “Hehehehe, oh no, little missy, we aren’t finished yet. I still got a score to settle with you. I gotta say, I kind of like the looks of you down there in the dirt. Given you’re a little snake in the grass, it sorts of makes sense.” Vanessa mocked, as she pressed her large rear into the little woman on the ground. “Ack- get off of me you cow. M-Marcus, get your weak ass over here and do something!” Janet screamed in a mixture of anger, and agony. “Hey V. listen, I think that’s enough.” Marcus called hoping to simply end things and go home. Though, it looked like Vanessa was on a bit of a power trip over there.
“Huh, what’s that, now?” Vanessa said, feigning to nit be able to hear the little woman’s cries for help. “Sorry, my man doesn’t work for you, little one.” The Zonie sneered as she playfully began bouncing on top of the smaller woman beneath her. “Plus, if you think that he’s dumb enough to try and get bold with me to get the heat off your sorry ass, especially after you tried to shoot at us; Well sis, you’re barking up the wrong tree. You know, we should take her back to my place after this, marc. Seems she makes a good seat cushion. Right, Marcus?” The woman questioned, looking to Marcus for support. As expected, Marcus sported his trademark grin, as he watched the scene unfold. “this is true, and lord knows I like watching you pummel, but I think we should call it even, ha let the girl up, huh?” he said gesturing her towards himself. With a wicked grin, the giant scoffed at his suggestion. “Oh Marcus, quit? We’re just getting started, here” Marcus was perplexed at the change in disposition. Honestly, it was a bit scary, coming from her. “Hey come on ‘Nessa, you’ve had your fun. Knock it off, alright?” The little man said, in a slightly sterner fashion. As he grabbed her hand to pull her off of Janet, he was suddenly yanked forward, before being flung away with such a force, it sent him flying a few feet backward, landing with a hard thud in the dirt. “*urk*, the hell was that for?” he grunted, a lump of betrayal forming in his throat, as he struggled into an upright position. The Zonie in front of him, who was sadistically smashing and grinding her large rear into the squealing Janet below seemed unrecognizable to him. This was punctuated as she outright refused his request with a hearty chuckle. “Hehehehe, Knock it off? Uh-uh, no way. I’m tired of showing restraint, tired of worrying about opinions- For once, I’m not compromising for any of you little shits.” She growled, before standing back up to full height. “So what, you’re going to be a monster, is that the solution? Vanessa, are you out of your god damned mind?!” Marcus shrieked in disbelief. However, his level of courage quickly dropped to zero, as the large woman’s angered gaze fell on him instead. “oh shit.” The shrinking man said, as he instinctively scooted backwards as her pounding footfalls grew closer to him.
“No, I’m not, I’m out of patience, Marc! I let you take the reins, after you promised to handle this, and it turns out you couldn’t do it.” Once again, she loomed over him, her imposing form didn’t have a heavenly glow of the morning sun, instead the orange sunset’s rays made her look, angry, like a fiery rage was radiating off of her. “I’m sick of this, people looking at me like a damn beast, no matter what I do. I can’t help what I am Marcus. So, they want know what monstrous looks like, this is their chance. you can stick around and watch if you like, or runoff screaming, makes no difference to me.” She said, turning away from him. “And w-what are you fixing to do, Ness’” Marcus asked, scared he already knew the answer. “I’m going to stomp out a varmint.” The giantess spoke darkly, as she loudly cracked her knuckles. ‘Nessa’ no.” Marcus thought in fear, as the large woman walked towards the pinned down girl, who began a blind panic upon hearing the intent. “No, I’m sorry for earlier Marcus, don’t let her. M-Marcus help me. Please, somebody do something!” Janet squealed as she curled up, screwing her eyes closed as she braced for the beating.
Vanessa’s eyes burned with an untapped rage, one that she had tried to hide up to this point, but would now be unleashed at full force. However, close to her destination her walk was interrupted, as Marcus, drastically reduced in size, rushed between her and Janet, arms outstretched to deny as much access as possible. “That’s enough, Vanessa! It’s time to end this crap, already.” The Zonie grew amused at this. Was he kidding? “Hmhmhmm, oh Marcus, does she still have you under her little spell? You’re currently in the way of my charge. I suggest you move, or you’ll get the horns, too.” She said said in a condescending voice, nostrils flaring in annoyance. He couldn’t even take a shove from her, yet he thought he could defend the little girl? Absurd. Surprisingly, Marcus didn’t move. “No, No more of this crap. You’re too angry right now, you need to cut it out, before you seriously hurt the girl.” He said, steeling himself for any bad reaction, she might show. Vanessa clicked her tongue dismissively, as she spoke down towards him. “Hurt… hurt?! I’m hurt, Marcus, I’m always hurt. people all think I’m a damn monster. They can say and do whatever they want to me, but god forbid I- No this isn’t anything more than self-defense.” She fumed. Apparently the little man in front of her now thought he was some hero, a little captain saves a hoe. Where was this protection, when she was being prodded, and poked at earlier? Where was he when that asshole tried to feel her up at the bar? Hell, he couldn’t even acknowledge their status together when introducing her. “Get out of my way, Marcus. You can’t protect shit.” She spat. As she sidestepped her date, she was once again halted, as he clutched to her thigh, doing everything he could to stop her. She could still walk even with the extra weight, but it was hella difficult. ‘What’s with this twerp?’ She thought as she stared down at the little man, incredulously. “So what, you’ll stand up for her, but not me. really Marc?!” she asked, her eyes shining with tears. He was unbelievable, and she could no longer tolerate it. Teeth grit, it was time to test his metal. “Fine then, tough guy. Stand up against the big bad Zonie.” She spoke, as raised her tightly balled fist into the air, ready to strike. “Marcus! No!”, Janet screamed from afar. However, before she could deliver the blow, a single questions stopped her assault.
“Vanessa… do you want to be a monster? Because, that’s what they’ll see. Look around you.” He said gesturing to the gathering crowd, who had their smartphones aimed, and flashing in their direction. “That’s why they have their phones out right now, to capture an out of control Zonie on video. They want a spectacle from you, you going to give them that?” Marcus bit his lip, thinking of all the transgressions he let slide to keep the peace. However, with everything Vanessa did to try and fit in, he couldn’t let her ruin it, for herself. “Yeah, you’re right, ok? Janet was talking shit, and I should’ve stopped her, alright? I know, and I’m sorry. But look at me.” Marcus demanded, getting her to meet his gaze. “I like to think you’re a wonderful, smart, beautiful woman, Vanessa.” He stated, noting how it brought a blush to her face. “That’s how I see you. But, you got to prove it. If what you’re about to do gets posted, they won’t get to see that side of you, that I do. They’ll see a wild animal, a beast, everything wrong with zonies.” Vanessa dropped her fist, paralyzed in regret, for what she had almost done. “I know your M.O. is to always fight first. Right now though, you don’t need to, let me take care of things, ok?” Marcus plead, clutching her large waist as best he could. Relief washed over Marcus as the Zonies beautiful face softened considerably. Her hand clutched him further into her skirt, a black gloved hand, running through his hair. “Ok Marcus, fine. But you better handle it.” She said, in a resigned, yet vaguely threatening manner. Marcus nodded in agreement, tightening his hold on her thick thighs. “You have my word, big gal.” He said, releasing his grip.
Janet stared in suspense, witnessing the conversation that took place. She could hear nothing, but by the looks of it, Marcus had actually managed to talk that damn monster down. ‘Thank god.’ She thought, as the Zonie lowered her fist. She mentally cheered as she saw Vanessa turn away from him. The big ape wasn’t as sullen as she would’ve hoped, but having her gone was certainly a step in the right direction. “Ha-ha, there you go Marcus. Way to sooth that savage. That’s right you heard him, beat it, your flea bitten-.”
“Janet, do you not know when to shut up?” Marcus questioned, in annoyance. “Told you, I should stomp her.” Vanessa said, pinching her nose. “Well look, little guy, I’m going to take your advice, and go relax, maybe have a couple drinks. Come find me when you’ve sorted all of… this out.” The Zonie said, gesturing at Janet. Marcus shot the woman a thumbs up, in affirmation. “Got it. And hey-try not to commit anymore atrocities while your drunk. I had to spend a lot to get that barfly not to sue.” “No promises, hehehehe. See you later” She stated as she blew Marcus a kiss, and sauntered off, into the distance.
“It was a pleasure meeting you, sir!” Janet sneered at the giant, while struggling against her binds. “Pleasure was all mine, your dusty little trollop.” Vanessa sang back, waiving her comment off with ease. “Just who are you calling dusty, you overgrown-.” Janet found her insult halted prematurely, as Marcus bent down, flicking open a folding pocket knife. “You just don’t know when to quit, do you?” He asked rhetorically, as he intentionally cut only one of the binds, to aid in her release. “Janet, just stop while your ahead, Damn.” Marcus groaned, exasperated. Janet however was in no mood to be talked down to, least of all by Marcus. “Are you freaking kidding me? After what she did to us? Bitch is a monster! How can you not see that?” Janet stated, in disbelief. Marcus rolled her eyes, at the word “monster”. It seemed Janet was rather fond of throwing that term around. “No, she isn’t a monster, it’s just crap like that tends to piss her off! You would’ve known if you weren’t so busy antagonizing her all day.” He shot back. Janet was momentarily taken aback, surprised that the man she’d known for so long could raise his voice in such a way, especially towards her.
Still, she held firm in her beliefs, regarding Vanessa. “Deny it all you want; you know it’s true. You know what I -*hrk*- think this is about? I think you stay with her -*hrk*- to feel better about your little…issue. Aah, finally!” Janet spoke, managing to free her arm from the tied rope. “I think you keep her around, because, while you may be a part time freak, she’d a freak all the time. Makes for good camouflage, huh? Or maybe, this is about me, hm? Oh, don’t play dumb with me, I remember how you used to look at me, back in school. I was everything to you, and you know it. But, it’s like I told you all those years ago, we’d never work out.” Janet said, taking note of both his hurt facial expression, as well as his dwindling stature. And there’s the look, just like the last time I said it. Seems that, even after all this time, you’re still all broken up over it.” She said, as a matter of fact. “Still, if leading on that… creature was your way of metaphorically spiting me, then I gotta say-.” She stated, before taking a look at Marcus, the sight being quite a shock. Apparently that, for Marcus, was the last straw. Fist balled in an attempt to restrain himself, teeth grit, and a fresh stream of tears, welling up in his eyes, Marcus looked like he may soon disintegrate in front of her. ‘Jesus’, Janet said, scared of what tantrum she saw coming.
With strength born of barely contained fury, Marcus lifted Janet up onto her feet, startling her greatly, as he looked her dead in the eye. “Marcus, hold up!” Janet squeaked in fear, Marcus was never violent before, often far from it. But people do crazy shit when angry. Still, he did his best to maintain his composure. Although try as he might, his voice still dripped with enough anger to give Janet pause “Janet, I need you to watch your damn mouth. First off, me being with Vanessa, had nothing to do with you, got it? Secondly, I’m not a freak, and neither is she. Now, I already told you once that Vanessa’s important to me, and you have shown that you don’t respect her or even me for that matter. Understand something! While I’m not going to let her do you any harm, I’m also, not tolerating your disrespect, anymore. Get over yourself!” Janet scoffed at the little man’s rant. “Hm, respect Marcus, of what? Two circus freaks deciding to get together? Please. You know, when I saw her, I thought ‘He must be joking, right? I mean sure, Marcus is no stud, but surely he can do better than that, right?’. But hey, Maybe I was wrong. You wanna know why I turned you down, back then? Because, no woman wants a man who can’t defend her, especially one that shrinks if he so much as gets startled. and once that thing runs into something, causing her to need protection, she won’t want you either, Marc. Face it, you’re pathetic and this “relationship” is a house a cards.” Marcus looked at Janet, one of his oldest friends, with a stare of disbelief. ‘How could she say that?’ he thought glumly. As much as he tried to block it out, those question had a way of making him uncertain of a lot of things.
Was he pathetic? Would Vanessa leave him for someone bigger and stronger? Did they really like each other or were they just the best the other could do? Each of these question stole at least an inch in height from him. And making matters worse, Janet, seemed quite pleased at the sight. “My point proven”, she said, arm on her hip in self-satisfaction. Marcus shook his head, exasperated at her callousness. ’No, you’re wrong.’ He thought, in determination. “Well, it’s nice to see your true colors, Janet. I gotta say, it’s sad. You’ve always liked power, yet in the face of real strength, much like earlier, you were completely out of your element. Well, you don’t have power over me anymore, that’s for sure.” The small man said walking away from her. “W-wait Marcus, where the hell are you going? I’m still tied up!” Janet, reaching her free arm to grab him. As she continued to beg, Marcus paid his old friend no mind. “Great catching up with you, Janet. I got a date to get back to. Have a good night.” Marcus said walking away from her
“MARCUS” Janet yelled, as she fumbled around, angered at being ignored. her bindings were making walking for her next to impossible, with her latest attempt causing her to fall back to her knees. “Marcus, come back! Don’t leave me here like this! Dammit.” She said, struggling to hoist herself back into a seated position. "Is nobody gonna freaking help me up?! Shit!" She yelled out.