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Francesca and Morrigan stood next to the annoyed driver. John looked exhausted as he stared at the pair, his eyes burned with existential deadness. There was a mild sign of sleep deprivation.
Francesca waved to him, and he let out a soft sigh, Morrigan and Brutus stood impatiently waiting for an answer–not their real names, but then again, most capes weren’t necessarily comfortable with using it even among close co-workers.
Too many risks.
There in the front seat, was a muffling young man, tied up, thick tape wrapped around his mouth. He kept on wiggling and moaning indescribable phrases. John looked at him and at them.
It seemed he didn't want to be at two places at once.
John nods in defeat, as Francesca, pleads with her eyes.
The trio circled about, Brutus being the first to enter the car at the side, he was the biggest, built like a fortress gate, as they were now, and the front seat was out of commission.
Francesca looked at Morrigan with a polite smile: “I’d prefer the window seat. I don’t like feeling boxed in.”
Morrigan grinned. “Is that so?” she pushed Francesca inside, making the petite girl crash into Brutus. Like an absolute goblin, Morrigan plopped inside the car, taking up way more space than she should have, Francesca's frail limbs squeezing between the hulking man and her obnoxious partner.
Francesca freezes, as she is squeezed, like a frozen stockpile. She stares her attacker down and her wretched manners.
“You’re very undignified Morrigan, it’s no wonder, any man wants you, you lack sweetness and elegance.”
Morrigan scoffed.” please, no man wants you because They couldn’t fit inside you literally, and you know it.”
Francesca's cheeks flamed, and she grinded her teeth together, the argument would begin here.
Brutus held up his hands. “If you two are going to argue, I’ll sit in the middle.”
Except he’d cause more physical problems, that way.
John swore. “Why the fuck didn’t you people just take another damn car?!”
Francesca giggled sweetly and with innocence.
“Evelyn’s assistants took all of them. I don’t mind sharing, John dearie.”
He twitched his eyebrows. She knew he didn’t like being called endearing names, much less by someone much younger than him. He groans.
She found his brooding mood attractive, to be honest.
The tied-up menace started grumbling again through his gag.
John, hands stiff on the steering wheel, the engine started and already maneuvering away into the streets.
“What about Praemor? He couldn’t just zap you people where you need to go?”
Francesca, giggling: “Oh, he’s in China.”
“China?” John perked up.
“Evelyn’s lobbying foreign capes for support,” Morrigan added.
“I advised her against the decision, too much bureaucracy,” Brutus said.
John stares dead ahead. Eyes hollow. Hands gripping the wheel. The gas pedal went faster than he should have. His hands twitch uncormfortably.
Then came the silence.
Morrigan leaned forward, inspecting the tied-up guy, her black hair swaying and her black gothic lips bubbling and popping.
“He’s a cutie. What’d he do?”
Francesca watched with a pang of sympathy, she hated their methods honestly, truly cruel sometimes, too despotic. No one deserved to be treated like a simple object, she reached out to him. Poking her finger against his face. Dragging his attention towards her.
She held up her hands and gestured. “It’s going to be okay.
Morrigan slapped her hands away. Frowning at her. “Franny, don’t get attached to him. He’s a criminal, not a kitten.”
Morrigan was irritable, when she did anything, for herself and other people, as she always was.
John stated monotonously. “Extortion. Racketeering. Maybe, some drug trafficking on the side.”
Morrigan grinned ominously: So why aren’t we letting the Police handle this one.”
“Because he's involved with smuggling capes into the city, and someone from the government wants him to start flapping his lips, or his head gets sent to the chopping block.”
Francesca hated these discussions, it was immoral and harsh. There was always a better way to do a thing but OBB never gave a damn.
Maybe he had reasons for doing what he did. Maybe he had a family. Maybe–
“OOh, torture,” Morrigan exclaimed with Juvenile excitement. “Can I do It? I promise I won’t be rough just a little CBT for fun…”
Brutus slapped his knees, making it sound like thunder booming inside the car. Everyone went still.
“Morrigan, for the last Goddamn time I don’t wanna hear that kinda filth, I’m a devout Christian man.”
Francesca exhaled pressing her head to her forehead.
These people, they were an odd bunch. And she was odder.
Morrigan still grinning, suddenly stopped moving.
Her whole body when frozen. Her eyes flickered toward unseen places in time and space. She could perceive the future to a certain extent, use to move unnaturally well at times. Determine a killer from a victim, alottery number, or anything if she had a really good personal angle.
“John drop me off, I'll walk,” she stated.
No one questioned her.
When she was serious, something was wrong.
John doesn’t question her, he decelerates, shoulders tense.
She lunges out without a word.
“Morrigan, what the fuck are you doing, we got places to be!” Brutus shouts.
Francesca froze. A sharp pain coiled inside of her, dread, a familiar sensation. Once a month it happened. Like a menstrual cycle but for something else.
“Oh no,”
Everyone flew out of the car bar, the tied-up individual.
She tried climbing out, her limbs tingling and stretching away.
“I’m sorry guys,” she said.
“This is why I don’t let you into my car,” John mumbled, a mask, slid on his face, as was everyone else, except her. She didn't need to wear one in public, everyone knew at least who she was.
Brutus walks slightly away, they’re in the middle of the road.
Her body started creaking, and expanding.
It was a good thing she had her work suit or else, she’d be in the news for weeks. She could already see the headline, one of these days. Giantess Titania, goes full nudist.
The expandable suit could stretch beyond her mass. Making it essential.
Her shoes started expanding like an inflatable toy.
She tried getting out then, but her body got stuck, and she just almost made it.
She wiggled he hips. She was wedged in the side of the car, firmly and tight.
She grew nearly 3 times her size, John stared at her in disbelief.
Brutus turned away as her legs stuck out in one end, and her upper body in the other.
She was still growing.
“Don’t worry guys it will only last a minute or so.”
"It's not us you should be worried about."
A group fo pedestrians stopped by. Then the snaps of cameras and flashes assault her eyes. Someone was going to spread this across the internet. She whimpered.
John had hastily, activated an emergency tint setting, obscuring the windows from most sides. No one would she the muffled man.
“Uh oh,” she said. “Brutus, can you push me out?”
Brutus tapped his feet in irritation.
John, pinching the bridge of his nose: “I’m too tired for this.”
Brutus, failing to suppress a laugh: “Maybe if we—”
Morrigan giggled as Francesca tried digging out.
“God, I hate my powers”
John dead inside reassured her “Don’t worry there’s nothing to hate, You’re just part-time tall.”
Her words were comforting and then, the cameras kept rolling.
"Titania, Titania, Titania, a group of kids started pointing and laughing.
Francesca stuck, half reached the spurt’s plateau, though she had grown taller in her past unexpected tremors. This had never happened in public before.
The most humiliating day of her life, perhaps.
She hated it. The unpredictable. It was convenient to become larger whenever she wanted, but it was a problem when she didn’t use it became a habitual problem forcing her to impose herself on others, and when she was small and petite, she was unobstructible. She just wanted to be normal.
“Anybody wants to trade powers with me?
“Nope,” Morrigan said.
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