The Ant's Daughter (An Ant-Man Story)

The Pain

There were no words to describe the pain Sarah felt within a second of Darron pressing the button. So, here's an analogy.

Imagine you are in the Star Wars Universe (Since that is all I know how to write), specifically around the time Star Wars Rebels came out. You get a lightsaber to the chest; a bad wound, yes, but not fatal. You wish it were fatal, though. The pain becomes so much that you want to pass out, but not enough to truly pass out. You just end up lying there on the ground, wanting to pass out but can't.

Now, imagine that happening 100 times more intense. Still can't pass out.

Yeah.

Anyways, Sarah crumpled to her knees, wanting so desperately for the pain to go away. But, it never did. The constant stream of pain surged through her like a raging river in search of revenge.

Her sight was going in and out, her body fighting the urge to faint even though her mind begged her to. Sarah's fighting spirit was not about to let her pass out before the end; she had that hope that something would happen to change it all.

Would it?

No one around her could do anything. Cassie, her mom and stepdad had no powers and no idea what the machine did. Hope and Hank...

Well, they were wild cards at the moment.

Maybe they could save Sarah. Sarah prayed that they had at least 12% of a plan made and would act on it fast. They surprised Sarah before with the healing ants; maybe they know how the machine works or how to shut it down.

And then there was Scott. Her dad couldn't shrink down and save her because his helmet was outside...

Wait...

But her's wasn't...

Darron didn't realize Sarah still had her whole suit.

Sarah began to feel something new, something weird flowing through her. Right away, she knew that it was Darron's subatomic energy. A piercing pain flowed through Sarah's body, causing her to begin to go into shock; not immediately, but it was steadily growing.

She used every ounce of strength, every memory she wanted to last longer, and the need to see everyone in this room another time, to move her hands up to her head. She tucked her head down and forward, trying desperately to get her hands to her head.

There! She felt her ear, praying she still had enough energy to press the button. She felt it and tried as hard as she could to press the button.

She hit it! Her helmet closed around her face, reinvigorating her with some much-needed serotonin. She pressed the button on her hand, and she shrunk.

Once she shrunk to the point that her hands were no longer binded, her head became so heavy. It was like a bowling ball trying to balance on a needle. Sarah's body told her that it was time for a nap, which she almost believed.

That is, until she saw Cassie and her dad.

They were giant, yes, but they were hugging each other as their faces turned from crying to concerned out of their minds. Sarah had to stay awake. She had to see them, hug them, and spend time with them. She had to spend a day with her whole family for the first time in a month.

She could do this.

Sarah began to run towards Darron again. She watched as his face turned into anger and concern in a heartbeatas he watched the cuffs drop to the ground with no one in them.

"Well," Darron commented, "didn't know that would happen. Disintegration was never in my side effects list, but I guess it will make do."

Cassie returned to sobbing as quickly as she stopped. Scott held her and he fell to his knees, tears falling down his face.

Sarah turned to back to Darron, ready to do whatever she had to do to stop him.

She knew she had to go for the bomb first. He was not about to stop Sarah from seeing her family again, that's for sure. She went ahead and ripped out all of the wires since she had no idea which ones may set off the bomb. Luckily, none of them did; the entire bomb just shut down. Darron looked down as Sarah ran up his chest the punch him right in the throat. Sarah leaped off of Darron and grew into full size mid-air as she watched Darron stumble to the ground.

"SARAH!"

She turned to see Cassie crying and smiling in Scott's arms. Sarah wanted nothing more than to hug her on the spot, but she had a problem she needed to take care of.

She ran up to Darron, who was still gasping for air, and took his gun out of his pocket. She cocked the gun and aimed it at Darron. She asked him angrily, "Are there any more tricks?"

He didn't answer her. He just sat up, leaned against the wall behind him, and stared at Sarah, taking some deeper breaths.

Sarah was not about to let him walk away scott-free. She stepped on his neck and applied some pressure, still aiming the gun at his head. Darron began to scramble, trying to get Sarah's foot off of him.

"Let me ask again," Sarah said coldly, "Are there any more tricks?"

Darron coughed numberous times before shaking his head and arms, using every method possible to say no without talking.

Sarah hesitated but eventually took her foot off of Darron. He collapsed further down on the wall and tried to catch his breath. Everyone else came towards Darron, ready to finally take him away.

But, Sarah was not done yet.

She still had the gun pointed at Darron, safety off and the aim precise. Darron took notice and whispered in a hoarse voice. "Shoot me."

Everyone stopped and stared between Darron and Sarah. Sarah wanted nothing more than to end his life here and now. It would be sweet, sweet revenge to make sure he never lived to tell the tale of his demise.

However, an earlier conversation came to Sarah's mind...

"Why don't we just kill him?"

Both Hank and Hope turned around to Sarah. She shrugged her shoulders. "Just a thought."

Hank bent down to her. "If someone killed your father, what would you do after that? Would you just let it happen, or would you go after their family, too, putting those innocent lives in danger?"

She thought about the people in the room: all her parents, Cassie, Hope and Hank. She could let them be put into harm because of her. Sarah didn't want to be that kind of person. She was not a killer.

She lowered the gun and allowed the others to bind him up. Darron just stared at Sarah. "You know what happened the last time you didn't shoot me," he explained, "why not kill me now when you have to perfect opportunity?"

"Because I am not a killer," Sarah said as she watched the others drag Darron out of the door as Sarah's stepdad called for backup. "You may think killing is the answer, but a wise person told me to think about the implications before pulling the trigger."

Darron just stared at Sarah as he was taken outside of the door.

And that was it. That was the end of it all.

Sarah took a sigh of relief for the first time in what felt like forever.

But, as she did, the pain from the transfer hit her like a brick wall. She felt her head become a bowling ball again as she fell into darkness.

Sorry for the delay, everyone. Wanted to make sure this chapter was as good as it could get.

~MarvelRebel27