Love Conquers All _The Sequel_

Chapter Three - Mini

Mary's POV:

With the tiny rodent lying beneath my quivering fingers, I try as hard as I can to summon life. My eyes flitter into the back of my head as I wait for the creature to gasp a new breath, but nothing happens. Eventually I find that I have picked the creature up in my hands and am just squeezing it as hard as I can. It is still dead.

My eyes begin to cry diluted blood as I try so very hard to revive the animal I brutally murdered. Nothing happens, it is motionless.

I give up and throw the limp carcass to the side, disappointed in myself.

I sit, frustrated, kneeling on the pavement and staring at the dead squirrel. There has to be some way I can fix this.

As I cry I become so angry that instead of screaming I just crumple up and weep. I hold my hands to my stomach and clench them into fists. In one rush of fury I push my hands out.

I look up and what I see is curious, curious indeed. A mystifying golden beam of light is shining from my core and into the squirrel. It is rising off the ground.

In astonishment, I sit back and watch the scene before me. As the animal transforms, it twists itself into a tiny ball, glowing with radiance. Then, a beaming laser noise sounding from the ball of squirrel energy, an array of light flashes in my eye.

Momentarily blinded, I shield my face from the brightness and turn away. When I look back, I see that the squirrel is no longer a squirrel at all...

It's me.

It's a miniature version of me.

I must've transferred a bit of my life into the carcass and reinvented it somehow...

There are benefits and disadvantages to this situation. I have successfully given life, but it's me, like a clone. And that would be pointless just to turn Michael into me. I have to figure something out.

The tiny midget me is scampering around and spinning, confused. It runs over to a tree and tries to climb upward. Obviously, as it's limbs are human, it cannot make the ascension, and falls. When it rises from it's tumble, it speaks.

"What the heck?" The little human says. It's voice is exactly the same as mine.

"Um," I mumble, trying to find words.

"I'm ditchin' this Popsicle stand," the mini me says, then jogs off.

This little interaction intrigues me. It had all the mannerisms of the squirrel of its past life, but once it fell it acted like me too, as if the impact of the blow clicked something in its mind.

And then the image I pictured earlier of the world of only me and Michael flashes in my mind, and I realize now that I may be able to accomplish it... It might be what I can work towards until Michael lives again. But it would be pointless if he never did resurrect...

So I decide to sit idle.

I at least know that I have a new power to add to my list of current abilities. I can fly, control some amounts of nature such as growing plants, and, now, I can make clones.

I ponder what new possibilities may reveal themselves to me over time. I am hoping for the ability to read minds, or be invisible.

I stand from the lawn and brush stray clods of dirt from my pants, then turn to head inside. As I jog towards the door, I have a sort of flashback to the time where Michael, Dylan, and I were running towards the Ferris wheel to prevent Tex's suicide.

Dylan died a filthy traitor and Michael died an unfinished book, soon to be reopened and rewritten, by me.