Door Woman 3 - Pins

The Door Woman 3 -- Pins

The door woman was there a third time. Her third time there -- the first time, she had bust, the second time, she had burst, and who knew what would happen the third time. But she had to keep this little girl in here. The little girl was sitting at the table.

Her little sister was looking at her through the window. They had both been repaired by nanomachines, and this had led to -- through a genetic mix-up -- some bodily changes to both of them: her sister being three inches taller and Alexa being three inches shorter. But thinner and with tighter clothing, and also a better-healing hand.

Her little sister was standing out there waving. Apparently she was enjoying her new height.

"Ah, get outta here," waved the little girl nonchalently at the person in the window. The barred window. The person in the window disappeared.

"We won't need any more guarding from her," said the door woman. "Now that the windows are barred and that there won't be any more pointless bickering." She looked at the child to make a point. "And you won't be getting out this time. I'm here to make sure of that."

"I'm quaking in my boots," said the little girl.

"Hm," said the door woman. "And I'm up for the challenge. Bye bye, Alexstrandria," and she waved to her sister through the window. Her sister disappeared again.

She faced the girl. "Now it's just you and me," she said. "How do you feel? Popped me two times. Probably think you're going to pop me three."

"-- and four and five," said the girl.

"And six, and seven," said the Narrator.

"Halt, silence," the door woman said. "No more than four. I'll make sure of that."

"But what about your confidence for three?!" Said the little girl, incredulously.

"Can't afford the confidence," the door woman said. My pride was... shattered, and my expectations... challenged... not too long ago. I have to get used to your behavior patterns."

"Are you saying I'm predictable?" -- The little girl.

"I'm saying that you're likely to be... predictable, yes. Able to act in certain ways and likely to."

"Well I can be quite unpredictable, miss," the little girl said, and pulled up and revealed her stockings.

"And what's in there?" Said the "Miss."

"A pin," the girl said. "Lots and lots of pins. All the better to pop you with." 

"I don't like the sound of this," the door woman said.

"And neither would I, if I were you!" the little girl said. 

"So how are you going to use those on me?" Said the door woman.

"Like this," the girl said, pulling the "darts" from her stocking and throwing it at the woman.

The woman caught them -- "I'm too good for that," she said.

"Wow," said the girl, with real amazement. "But can you handle four?"

"Yes," said the woman, and caught the next four the girl threw.

"Hm, door woman," the little girl said, but can you catch the rest? 

There were fourteen of them. The door woman couldn't do it -- not with one hand. But she did catch them on a dart board, which was hanging next to her, on the sill.

"Good thing I had this handy," she said.

"Drat!" said the girl. "Well how... do you like... this!" And she pulled up her skirt to reveal... another skirt, containing layers and layers of darts.

They all fired at the door woman like missiles.

The door woman caught them all, except 1, on a dart board. The remaining 1 fell and rolled behind her -- she'd probably step on it later.

"Nice goin', door woman," the little girl said. "But how... about... this..." and she pulled out her final ka-dangly, which was a giant syringe which she had sewn into the back of her shirt. The door woman had no idea how her mother had let that get in there. But there were other, more important things to worry about.

Like the little girl walking closer.

"So, door woman." The girl said, coming closer to her.

"Yes," said the door woman, a little nervously.

"So you can catch a dart?"

"Yes."

"So you can catch fourteen darts?"

"Yes," said the door woman.

"So you can catch all the darts, on a dart board?"

"......... Yes. Where is this going?"

"Can you catch this?"

And she impaled the big syringe on the door woman's belly. The door woman tried to catch it, but she did have a bad hand. And this was a syringe we were talking about. Even with catching it, it would have impaled at least her hand -- or something else! 

The door woman had no chance now but to inflate. "Oh God," she said. "Not again."

"While it's not like you weren't expecting it," quipped the girl. "Had to know my behavior or something, right?" And she kicked the door woman in the shins.

"Ow, yes!" the door woman said, as she was inflating. Her left leg was beginning to lift off the ground now and the girl pulled the syringe end out of her -- the woman had absorbed every bit of the syringe serum and was inflating -- or should I say growing -- quite fast.

"Well, I guess I'll get outta here," said the little girl slowly, kicking the door woman in the leg again, watching the woman spin around as she inflated in the air.

"Later, girl," the door woman said, spinning lazily in the air. "Next time!"

The little girl stopped. "...Whaddya mean, next time?"

"I mean next time," said the door woman.

"Interesting," said the little girl, and walked off.

"Next time will be the last time," muttered the door woman.

The little girl stalked out the front door and slammed it behind her.

The door woman sighed. She was inflating horizontally, belly-up, now. It was unfortunate about those tight clothes. Looked like the little girl had gotten the best of her, again. 

And she spun lazily, and... saw her sister inflating, now. Outside.

"Help, sis!" Said Alexstrandria as the little girl fired some kinda pistol-bullets at her. Her sister was inflating circularly and then got caught in a tree, in a little "v" branch. She stayed there for a while -- looks like the little girl was planning to leave her alone, or at least planning to leave her sister to get popped by that nest of birds over there. Either way, Alexstrandria would either get down later on or get repaired. Either way.

Alexa started quaking. Her jeans started shaking. Her clothes started getting tighter as her body started getting bigger. And she knew that the little girl had won. But not before the --

BANG!

Not before the next time.