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Post by Deleted on Jun 2, 2021 17:52:35 GMT
The woman from South-Eastern Asia, specially South Vietnam dawned a pretty red summer dress for this.. as her American husband called it a barbecue at one of their neighbors backyards. The dark haired little woman only standing at 5 feet tall next to her husband had a strained smile that twitched nervously. Americans like their neighbors had many different feelings about the War let alone any real cultural knowledge of the people that interacted with their soldiers overseas like Ha Lien.
She dreaded an insult that she anticipated or imagined that someone would say something derogatory in her direction. It wasn’t the first time during her time in America, she of course experienced racism but thankfully the language barrier prevented much insult unless someone restated the words in a slower manner. The woman’s hand squeezed her husband Hiram’s hand tightly as the pair were approached by one of their neighbors.
From what Ha Lien could grasp of the neighbors words with her husband, it seemed like they were not actually invited to the neighbors barbecue. “We weren’t invited?” Ha Lien asked her husband in her heavy Vietnamese accent. The smell of barbecue was evident in the air, Helen’s dark brown eyes gazed at the meat cooking on the grill and then looked around at their white neighbors. Ha Lien stuck out like a sore thumb even if she dressed the part and felt like she was a manikin on a display case.
Then the peculiar happened, the little woman began to grow slowly at first, beginning at her natural five feet tall within a few minutes she reached ten feet tall. During the growth Ha Lien was deeply confused at what was happening to herself let alone the gasp and scared expressions on the neighbors faces did not help the situation. Her dress quickly had tore off her body unable to stretch to the size her body was going leaving the woman without cloths once her undergarments tore and fell off.
“Hiram!” She yelled even though that was most likely unnecessary at this point her voice must have sound as loud as one would expect to be coming from a panicked and confused now 50 foot woman. Ha Lien out of modesty tried to cover her breast with her arm. Then without considering the hazard her new height and size presented, Ha Lien turned around to try to cover the front of herself and tried to take a step wanting to get away from the people gawking at her body which she thought only should be for her husbands eyes.
That step was a big mistake. Helen unintentionally crushed the neighbors fence wood with her foot causing the woman to get for her what would have been a splinter but to the normal sized neighbors and her husband was a large piece of wood. Only mildly causing some bleeding for Helen foot the woman gritting her teeth through it as she was halted by the power lines which she noticed making her stop before she shocked herself. Ha Lien was thoroughly confused and turned looking back for her husband. “Hiram Help me!” The woman said tearfully, confused and panic stricken. Tears ran down the woman’s face and fell down to the ground much like normal tears besides the sheer size of them which were proportional to the size that a 50 foot person would produce.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 8, 2021 19:09:50 GMT
The suburban dream, the American pie. All Hiram wanted since his enlistment and servitude to the Weapon X program during the ongoing second Indochina War (Vietnam War more commonly called in America) was to end the conflict and collect his booty. A land mine had changed it all. He was now a dual citizen of Canada and America, retired vet, and an ex assassin/merc for a secret Canadian weapons project.
The best part and probably the only good shed of light in Hirams life that had come from his time in service was meeting, falling in love, and marrying @helen. The gal who had seen his undies and laughed at his dorkiness. Helen. Hiram loved Helen and he wanted a slice of the Americano truffle even more with her. White picket fence. She had been there when the land mine put him out of commission, every step. Even with the few marks on his face she still married him and moved to another country entirely. He was and would be quick to stop any rudeness thrown her way, people wouldn't do it with him around he suspected.
While most vets or returning soldier's got a lot of grief for their involvement in the war, Hiram and his bride were able to be moved fairly quiet (perks of the program). Hiram and Helen hadn't really been invited, in a round about way he had overheard about the barbeque from the neighbors at the grocery store and he might have just invited them himself. He fixed a traditional Irish meal of potatoes and corn beef.....bottle of Irish whiskey.....
Before he could explain her question about their invite the solider was stunned into silence, if he hadn't seen it with his own eyes Hiram would have questioned such an event. His wife was growing quickly and immensely right in front of him, in front of their dozens of new neighbors. It was like a trigger but Hiram was able to respond in a way, focusing on blood like it was an element such as water. The precious life source was quickly found he could feel it coursing through the bodies of his neighbors like the sense of smell or touch, his mouth suddenly tasted like copper. It was salivating but with a tight blink he forced their blood to suddenly rise in pressure.... Basically Hiram forced them to pass out....
The heavy thud of bodies would fill the air, the range was weakly at about four football fields, but the further out the weaker his mutation got. Hiram was a mutant after all and supposedly was his wife!
With gawking eyes temporarily knocked out Hiram finally spoke, "Um love this.... This issa' pickle," he did toss what he had brought to the ground, "Shite! Are ye'... Ya know? Why didn't ya'tell me?"
He was oddly calmish, probably a trait he developed while in the Weapon X program, this was surprising but he felt he could deal with it.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 9, 2021 3:38:49 GMT
Ha Lien while nursing her splinter wound. Tears continued to run down her face as she looked tearfully at Hiram. An eyebrow raised in confusion at his question. “What? You mean?” She asked with her Vietnamese accented English before trying to wipe away her own tears with her hand?
That is when Helen noticed the bodies of their neighbors passed out on the law, in lawn furniture, and halfway through the back door of the neighbors house. “What wrong with them?” Helen asked nervously gesturing toward the neighbors sprawled on the lawn in various stages of backyard barbecue engagement.
The woman’s breathing while still quick like her heartbeat began to slow down somewhat. Try as she might Ha Lien wanted to make sense of what on God’s earth was happening to herself let alone the neighbors. Then Helen looked at herself. Dark brown eyes took in the enormity of her hands in comparison to her husband who appeared meek near the large lass. Trying to ground herself in the reality of the situation, the scared woman reached out to touch Hiram with her hand and then recoiled as she underestimated her size in that worried that she nearly pushed him off balance from her hand.
“This.. is really.. happening. Not dream?” She said still a bit shell shocked as anyone would be, dark brown eyes widened as they looked at Hiram hoping for an answer that he couldn’t give her because the fact was this WAS really happening. “I need.. we need doctor. For me and” she gestured toward the passed out neighbors. “Neighbors” again she said in her heavy accent.
Little did the couple know that the authorities would be here eventually.. and these weren’t the average authorities based on the panicked 911 calls this suburbs sent out to their local police station before Hiram had knocked the neighbors out. After all one could only hide a 50 foot tall broad for so long,
The warm breeze that blew by reminded Helen of her very vulnerable state. The woman tried covering herself for modesty but it was not like she had many options. “Leprechaun, Can you get please…” she thought scrunching her eyebrows in thought at her options. “Curtains and bed sheets?” She said after having knelt down carefully not trying to cause anymore collateral damage while at the same time trying to make herself less exposed.. as much as she could considering her size and the fact all their neighbors homes looked the same next to their own.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 9, 2021 22:38:12 GMT
There had been a lot Hiram hadn't shared with Helen, not about his mutation and not about exactly what he did while he had been in service. She hadn't really asked about it and what he had shared was mild, not exactly a lie nor the truth. Hiram had hoped that was all behind him but today was different but for a brief moment he had a bit of deja Vu, a small memory of when he was fifteen and his own mutation had triggered...
...he was about to tell Helen not to worry about their neighbors when her large (very large) hand almost knocked him over, she could have easily flicked a finger and he knew he would fly a good distance at a good rate of speed. Regaining composure Hiram did do as Helen requested but as he moved he was clear in his tone as he talked, "Aye! Let me see," he turned a circle looking for a clothesline, "But ya need to listen: I probably didn't knock these folks out quick enough before emergency services were called," Hiram ran not far from where Helen had destroyed a fence and quickly jerked a bedsheet down hoping it was enough before running back, "I don't 'ave time to really tell you sumthin' I shoulda told ya' before we got married but I love ya Helen and ya gotta trust me okay?"
Sirens in the distance caught Hirams attention for a second, he knew it wasn't going to be just the local cops, not with a 50 foot tall woman emerging from someones backyard. It wasn't just a bunch of Mounties when Hiram had been took at fifteen his own blueish and green eyes found her large brown ones, "When I was fifteen I developed a gift...a mutation...A government program came and took me away, okay, and wit' a situation like this I can guarantee ya' more than a bunch'o coppers is gunna show up.... don't fight'em... they can help us. We don't 'ave much time but I promise I'll be righ' wit ya no matter wha'"
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Post by Deleted on Jun 9, 2021 23:30:11 GMT
“You knocked them out Hiram?” She asked as dark brown eyes widened at the realization that her husband had somehow caused their neighbors to faint. But how? An eyebrow raised on the woman’s face while she listened to her beloved explain. Then Hiram said he loved her and although she had heard it before and had said it to him before. It felt different now even if the same person Helen was before THIS.. was still inside her. The statement helped ground Helen from focusing on everything else and only on her husband for a moment. Silently she nodded before the words slipped out. “I trust you Leprechaun” Helen continued to nod a little.
Helen nodded along and although her nodding of agreement her face began to waver with anxiety. Let alone what Hiram said which she listened to attentively. “Mutation? Is that what happening to me?” She asked concerned over the sound of sirens that were getting louder and ever present. Then Helen saw them from her vantage point of simply being slightly taller then the garage even in her knelt down position as she tried to cover the front of herself with the bedsheet that Hiram had brought her. “What if they deport me? What if they send me back to Vietnam?!” She asked in a moment of anxiety filled thinking at the sound of and view of the government soldiers approaching with guns.
Turning back to look at her husband fearful for both his safety and her own. Along with another thing that had been nawing in the back of her mind. “Hiram I have something to tell you. I think-“ she began to say before sitting up and wincing in pain, looking down and inspecting at her arm where a tiny tranquilizer dart had found itself, however at Helen’s size it had no real effect on her other then startling the woman enough to stand up.
This of course gave the government agents more then enough reason to feel that the woman was a threat to there’s and then suburbs safety. Helen winced again this time they shot in her exposed thigh with a elephant tranquilizers dart loaded with a paralytic sedative. The standing woman who towered over them actually wobbled slightly from the effects of the paralytic. “Hiram I can’t feel my toes” she said before leaning against the neighbors home as she began to lose sensation up her leg. Not before feeling another elephant tranquilizers, this one loaded with sedative and a paralytic that brought the wavering woman who now felt light headed and woozy from leaning against their neighbors home to trying to take a step only to.. TIMBER! down with a large thud. Helen wasn’t aware if she had caused harm or more damage from her fall. She was knocked out on the ground now and seemingly shrinking back to her normal size.
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