An Evolved Approach
By ruler2k2k2

University professor Doctor Huge Andersen was eager to meet with the only person who responded to the ad he put in the college classifieds, asking for college kids to test his newly approved clinical drug study on.  He thought more than one would apply with the offer of five hundred dollars, but one will be enough.  Doctor Andersen lamented the idea of having to increase the payment if the only initial applicant doesn’t work out.
He picked up the file folder filled with information about the perspective test subject, gathered from the couple of interviews she did.  He reviewed the information.  ‘Hmm, five feet five inches tall, 120 pounds, blond, history major,’ Doctor Andersen thought, ‘I hope she is just desperate enough to make this work.’
His train of thought was interpreted with a ring from his desk telephone.  He put the file down and answered it.
“Your 3:30 is here doctor,” a female voice said.
“Thank-you Edith, send her in,” Doctor Andersen responded.  He hung up and put away the file folder in one of the desk cabinets.
“The doctor will see you now,” said Edith.
Hannah Green, looking as desperate as she felt, walked towards the receptionist area from her seat in the laboratory waiting room.
College hadn’t been what the sophomore had expected so for.  Hannah had the misfortune of only being accepted to one of the many colleges she had applied to, and even worse, she found out her main tormentor from high school was attending the same college as well, Sarah Thompson.  They had known each other before high school; Sarah had picked on Hannah since they were in grade school.  Hannah snapped back to reality as the receptionist spoke to her.
“You’ll walk through this set of doors, then you’ll have to wait for me to buzz you into the next set of doors,” Edith said pointing to the large set of doors in front of Hannah, “then you’ll go through a third set of doors, after which just walk strait and the hallway will lead you right to where Doctor Andersen will be, OK?”
Hannah nodded and walked through the first set of doors.  She was quickly greeted by a large set of what looked like steel-plated doors.  She then heard a loud buzzing noise, and took that as her cue to pass through the second set of doors.  The doors were a lot lighter than they looked, making it possible for her to open them.  The final hallway winded a few times, and then ended with the final set of doors.  Hannah quickened her pace as she passed through them.
Hannah knew the building was large from the outside, but it looked even larger on the inside.  The large, industrial lighting reflected gently on the blue tiled laboratory floor.  She could immediately see a figure sitting at a desk and assumed that was Doctor Andersen.  She continued her quick pace towards the desk; the figure stood up and spoke to her.
“Hannah Green I presume,” said Doctor Anderson, “I am Doctor Huge Andersen, please sit down.”
Hannah took off her jacket and placed it on the back of the metal folding chair and sat in it.  Doctor Andersen also sat down.
“Good to see you made it Hannah, I’ve had experiences with some appointments not showing up at all,” Doctor Andersen said trying to break the ice, “I understand you filled out all of the appropriate paperwork at the final interview?”
“Yes doctor,” Hannah replied quickly.
“Excellent,” he exclaimed, “you’ll be taking a least one experimental supplement and you’ll need to come in for observation a couple of times during the week, and at least one day on the weekends, but I’m sure they covered that in the interviews.  If you don’t have any questions then, let’s begin.”
“When do I get my first five hundred dollars, that’s the main reason I’m here doctor,” Hannah said.
“Of course,” Doctor Andersen said reaching into his lab coat pocket. He pulled out an envelope and placing it in front of Hannah, “we don’t normally pay up front, but I guess you’re just lucky.”
Hannah placed then envelope in her back pocket as Doctor Andersen reached over to the counter next to the desk and grabbed the only flask on it and placed it in front of Hannah.  She picked it up and took a big whiff.
”What’s in this stuff” Hannah asked with a sour look.
”Various animal and insect DNA and, nutrients,” said Doctor Andersen.
”What animal and insect DNA?” asked Hannah.
“Do you want to be the test subject or not,” Doctor Andersen quipped.
”Okay, if this is all I have to do,” Hannah said as she drank the serum.  As it moved through her body, she felt drained, but revitalized at the same time.
”Well, how do you feel?” asked Doctor Andersen.
”I feel strange,” answer Hannah.  She held her arms up and glanced up and down them, but nothing happened.
After watching her repeat her motions for a few moments, Doctor Andersen decided to make a suggestion.  ”Well, try concentrating on your body,” he instructed.
”Okay,” Hannah said frowning.
She concentrated on making her body do something, anything. She started thinking about what Sarah and her friends had said to her last week.  All they ever did was make fun of her, even when they were in grade school.  Slowly her body began to expand.  Her arm muscles grew bigger and stretched her shirtsleeves tighter.  She flexed and they split apart.  Her breast inflated like two balloons until the buttons on the shirt popped off, one by one.  Her shirt split open, exposing her new breasts.  She inhaled and her bra ripped in two.  She could feel her abdominal muscles becoming more ridged and her thighs spontaneously generated new corded muscle stretching her shorts to their limits, all while growing a foot taller.
”Wow!  Look at this new body!  I feel like I could expand even more,” bellowed Hannah as she examined herself with delight.
”Maybe later, but right now try to return to normal,” replied Doctor Andersen diligently avoiding eye contact with Hannah’s massive exposed breasts.
”Well okay,” Hannah said pouting.  She again concentrated on her body and it slowly deflated until it returned to its original size.  Her shredded clothing fell loosely around her.
“Perfect” exclaimed Doctor Anderson as he stood up and pointed to the back of the lab, “come over here so I can run some tests.”
After a few hours, Doctor Anderson was satisfied with the results.
”I’d say that this first test was a success,” said Doctor Andersen.  “Tomorrow we’ll try another test.  Be back here at the same time.  It’s very important to the integrity of this study that you don’t use anything you’ve gain as a result of this experiment anywhere outside of this lab Hannah.”
”Okay Doc,” said Hannah quickly as she put on her coat back on, covering her mostly naked body.  As she left, she knew what was coming next.  ‘I have plans for this new body,’ she thought with an evil smile.
A few hours later Doctor Andersen made a starting discovery.  His serum was only supposed to affect her body, not her mind.  After running a few more through tests, the answer was clear.  He discovered that Hannah’s DNA is changing too much, taking on the too much of the tiger and spider DNA, the basis of the compound.
‘I’ll have to give her the anti-serum tomorrow.  Hopefully she keeps here self in check, I have no idea the affect this is having on her mind,’ thought Doctor Andersen.  He couldn’t have been more wrong.

Hannah walked into the club dressed to kill.  She remembered laughing at the sight of herself in her mirror before she left.  Killing is just what she had in mind.  She had a short dress that barely cover her ass and prominently displayed her recently re-grown massive cleavage.  She walked right towards the bar and saw Marty Moore, Sarah Thompson’s jock boyfriend.  Knowing that he would never recognize her because of her new assets, she gave a smile and soon found him at her side asking her for a dance.  She smiled and grabbed his arm as they walked out onto the dance floor.  Hannah grabbed Marty close and broke into a sensuous dance that had him almost drooling.  As the music slowed down, she again grabbed his arm, and almost dragged him to the back of the club, all while rubbing his already engorged member with her other hand, further driving him crazy with lust.
”Hey sexy, why don’t we go someplace where we can be alone,” Hannah purred in his ear.
“Oh, I think I know the perfect spot,” Marty grunted.  Unknown to neither Hannah nor his girlfriend Sarah, he did this all the time and had already set up a safe ‘score’ spot out in the suburbs.
The hot pair was out the door and on their way to Marty’s secret spot.  They jumped into his utility van, supposedly used for his part-time job, and they were off.
In the quickest 20 minutes either of them had experienced, with its fair share of twisting, winding roads, Marty parked in an open hilltop with an excellent view of their mutual college campus.  He was all ready to go, thanks to Hannah’s hand fondling his dick through his pants.  They crawled into the back of the van, were soon naked and wasted no time going at it like rabbits.  Thirty minutes later, Marty was finished and thoroughly exhausted, the two lying in each other’s arms.  This experience had been much more than Marty had expected, he turned to Hannah and broke the silence.
”That was amazing” he exclaimed.  Hannah looked over to him.
”Thank you, but the fun’s not over yet.  Do I look familiar at all?” quizzed Hannah.
Marty sat up and took a long, hard look at her.  This was one of the hottest chicks he had ever bedded but he had never seen her before tonight.
”No, I would think I would remember a broad like you, and I’ve never had a broad like you before,” he said answering her.
”How about a little hint then, my name is Hannah Green.”  ‘It would mean so much more if he recognizes me’ Hannah thought as she spoke.
Marty looked again at her, and the recent frame of reference helped connect the dots.  Slowly he saw the resemblance.  ”Really, what happened to you?  You were so plain and nerdy before.  Now you’re like, the hottest chick at the club” Marty said dryly.  Suddenly, Marty realized he had a problem.  “You’d better not fucking tell Sarah, or I’ll leave your ass out here, I don’t care how hot you are.”
“Oh, that’s nothing you’ll ever need to worry about, let me show you why” Hannah bellowed as she stood up in the van, clenching her fists.
She laughed harder than she ever had before and started concentrating, and just like in the lab, her body began to grow.  Her breasts swelled instantly to the size of beach balls, effectively destroying the already small dress she was wearing.  The dress scraps flew in all directions, but Hannah wasn’t finished yet.  The muscles on her arms and legs grew just as well, first the biceps and triceps, then her calves and thighs.  Within seconds she was stronger than Marty had ever been, and she could only imagine what a few more would do.  Based on Marty’s dull, mesmerized stare, she had all the time she wanted.  As her muscles continued to grow, Hannah’s new base instincts started to take a larger foothold on her psyche, causing some other growths as well.  While the whole ordeal took place before him, Marty was becoming more and more transfixed on something else.  Not her huge breasts, not her quickly growing muscles, but rather the widening black hole that used to be her belly button.  When Hannah finally stopped growing, she noticed his piecing stare and look down as well.  She instantly knew what she was now working with.  She instinctively flexed her abs and was rewarded with a pleasurable sensation as a milky, stringy substance shot out of ‘new’ navel.  The gelatinous substance hit Mary squarely in the chest and he decided that it was now the time to run.  He quickly exited the van though the rear door and hit the ground running, all the while Hannah’s string continued inching out of her navel.  After a few seconds into Marty’s attempt at escape, Hannah took a simple tug with both of her overly muscular arms.
“'Will you walk into my parlor?' said the spider to the fly” Hannah chanted as Marty’s body flew back towards her.  “I know I just started but let’s wrap this up,” she quipped.  With her remark, Hannah picked up Marty and quickly began spinning him in midair; all the while further entangling him in her very literal web.  After thirty or forty revolutions of his body in midair, he was tied-up enough to satisfy Hannah’s next plan of attack.  Marty, more confused now than he’d ever been before, tried to form a sentence.
“How, why, who are, what is,” he exasperated his words as they stumbled out of his mouth while Hannah held him up, leveling his eyes with her own.
“Slow down Marty, you’re not making any sense” Hannah sang mockingly.  “I think you should lie down for a minute.”  She didn’t want to break all of his bones at once, so she simple let go of him at watched as he fell eight feet to the dirt covered ground.  He landed on his side and let out a rather tough yelp.  He grimaced as he quickly rolled over to relieve the pain from the now bruised side of his body.  Hannah decided to pick him up by his feet this time.
“I’ve come into a run of good luck and decided that the time was right for a little payback Marty.”  She grinned as the expression on his face changed from pain to anguish.  He attempted to speak a second time.
“How did this happen, why me, who are you really?” there were so many things Marty wanted to know.  “If this is about the whole ‘don’t tell Sarah’ thing, forget it and just let me down!”
“Nothing is that easy Marty, nothing will ever be that easy.”  Hannah gritted her teeth, held up her free hand and balled up a fist.  “I’m going to hit you where it hurts, which give my current state, is anywhere.”
Hannah hit him in his recently bruised side quickly.  Although her sticky webbing absorbed some of the impact, it was still enough to break his wrist and dislocate his shoulder.  Marty had dislocated shoulders in the past, but not as the result of a single punch.  He body recoiled as pain flushed through it, prompting him to cry out in pain.  After the initial pain subsided, Marty’s head started spinning again.  Here was this eight foot tall, busty, muscled out, naked bitch that had a grudge against him, for some reason, and all she wanted to do was hit him.
“I don’t get this,” he screamed.  “I never fucking did anything like this to you!”
“For as stupid and ignorant as you are Marty, the way you and Sarah have treated me for as long as you have, this is nothing compared how you’ve made me feel since we were in high school,” Hannah’s volume increased with each word until she was shouting as well.  “Your little group has humiliated me for the last time!”  With that she grabbed him with her free hand and threw him the ground this time, breaking multiple ribs and the other arm.
Hannah bent over him in a straddling position and took two more quick punches to whatever she could hit, it was difficult to see were exactly his limbs were underneath her webbing.  Marty sobbingly screamed with each connecting blow.  He turned his head and coughed as blood shot out of his mouth.  Hannah knew she would only need a few more hits to meet her goal, but not yet.
“First I’ll kill you, then Sarah, then Becky, maybe Jenny, and if I’m lucky, your families too”, Hannah said thinking out loud.
“Fuck you,” Marty shouted with a mix of tears and blood dripping off his face.
“Maybe I’ll play ‘he loves, he loves me not’ with their fingers, and then their toes, and then their limbs, I’m still getting used to this.”  Hannah looked down at her sobbing, bleeding plaything and decided she was ready for more.
‘Let’s see how big I can get,’ Hannah though as she began to concentrate again.  Her already large muscles quivered again as they surged outwards with another session of explosive growth.  Nine feet, ten feet, eleven, twelve.  The spinneret in her navel expanded with her now encompassing most of her stomach and abs.  Marty managed to turn his head in time to throw up a mixture of vomit and blood.  Hannah began incessantly flexing her now completely overdeveloped arms and legs, just in case Marty threw up for a different reason.  After a few seconds she finally stopped and went back to work.
“This is where you get off Marty,” Hannah said as she picked him up with both hands.  “I hope you take the time to reflect on your life while you’re burning in hell.”  With that she bent him forwards, and with a loud snap, broke him in half like a twig.  Marty screamed.  Hannah quickly saw the blood starting to drip through her quickly loosening webbing onto the ground.  She walked back towards Marty’s van, gently opened the driver’s side door and placed his increasingly limp, screaming body in the seat.  She, again gently, closed the door and began walking around to the passenger side while she began to shrink.  It saddened her with the thought of already rescinding her muscles, but she decided that this needs to be done right.  By the time she reached the passenger side, she had already grown back down to her ‘club shape’.  She quickly opened the door, reached over and shifted the van into neutral.  The van did little to muffle Marty’s mix of screams and sobs.  Hannah walked to the back of the van and closed the rear doors.
“Seven feet ought to be enough,” Hannah said as she grew to such a height.  With one mighty push, she sent the van rolling the necessary twenty feet or so for the van to drop over the cliff, overlooking their formerly mutual school.  The van plummeted for what seem forever until it hit the ground after some seventy feet or so and burst into flames.  She wiped her hands with themselves while she reduced down to her normal self and began the long, naked walk back to her dorm room.
“Let’s see what the good doctor has in store for me next.”

Hannah had never bought a copy of the campus newspaper before, even the one she saw Doctor Andersen’s ad in was from the library, but this was a special occasion.  She sat in her dorm room and read the front page story aloud.
“Fiery auto wreck confuses police.  The scene was grim at the base of a hill seven miles east of campus.  Police were summoned to the site due to an apparent crash involving a van that had burst into flames upon falling some seven stories from the top of the hill.  While only one body was recovered after local fire teams doused the flames, the burns were severe enough to call into question whether or not the body will ever be able to be identified.  Police are asking anyone with missing loved ones to contact them; dental records maybe need to rule out missing individuals.”  Hannah didn’t care, even if the police identify the body as Marty’s, the fact that nobody would’ve recognized her at the club would have her off scot-free.  She rushed out her door, not wanting to be late for what could happen next.
Hannah strolled into Doctor Andersen’s lab wearing sweat pants and a university sweat shirt.
“Hey doc, I’m not late am I?” Hannah called.  Doctor Andersen turned around from the table he was facing and Hannah walked towards him.
“Oh, hello Ms. Green, how have you been feeling?” he sheepishly asked.
“Great.  I followed your instructions and didn’t do anything crazy yesterday,” Hannah lied.
“Fine, but just to be on the safe side, I’ve decided to cancel this project.  I’ll need to administer the anti-serum to you, please,” Hannah quickly interrupted the doctor.
“I think there’s been a change of plans.”  Hannah had quickly become a master of growing and shrinking her muscles.  She grew enough muscles in the few moments she spent dashing towards Doctor Andersen and quickly held him up above her.  Although he should’ve seen it coming, Doctor Anderson was quickly and effortlessly immobilized.
“I think you should listen to me Hannah.  I ran some more tests after you left yesterday and made some startling discoveries, the serum is affecting your mind as well as your body.  You’re not equipped to handle these changes in behavior,” Doctor Andersen said, struggle to get his words out.
“Well doc, you should’ve thought about that before you gave it to someone bent on revenge,” Hannah countered.  “You’re hardly in a position to do anything, so I think I’ll make an offer you can’t refuse.”
Hannah used her free hand to grasp the suspended Doctor Andersen’s throat and released her grip on him so that he was now dangling by his own neck.  He pointlessly struggled to free himself, but soon realized he couldn’t breathe.  As he struggled to breath, Hannah made her intentions known.
“Not only will you continue your study, but you’ll use that brain of yours and make more of you special sauce, I’ll need as much as I can take down.” Hannah bellowed, gritting her teeth.
Doctor Andersen had never been good at handling conflict.  His compulsive passive behavior had created the current difficulties with his wife, and quickly realized the situation with Hannah was going to be no different.  He tried to speak, but nothing came out.
Hannah noticed the color leaving Doctor Andersen’s face, and decided to ease her grip to give him the chance to respond, and respond he did.
“Alright Hannah, you win,” Doctor Andersen conceded as he grasped for air.
“That’s the best decision you’ve ever made doc,” Hannah sneered releasing her vice-grip on him.  He fell to the floor, still gasping.
Once Doctor Andersen’s head stopped spinning, he let out a large sigh; it would be a long day.

“So I think this will be the best place to start,” Doctor Andersen called to Hannah, standing at the back of a large conference room his lab housed.  He didn’t enjoy playing along with Hannah, how is he supposed to know what interactions his serum is going to have with only one test subject, but Doctor Anderson didn’t enjoy the thought of being slaughtered by her and having her take the serum anyway.  Hannah walked over to the table Doctor Andersen was standing by.  On it were a few familiar looking beakers with familiar looking contents to them.
“I knew I could count on you doc,” Hannah said manically.
Doctor Andersen picked up the first beaker and handed to Hannah.  “This is a conditioning agent that’s compatible with all my other solutions; this will help your DNA adapt to the contents of the other serums quicker and more effectively.  I also need to reiterate my previous concern, the effect will be both body and mind,” Doctor Andersen said with great concern, not for her life but his own.
“Well doc, if it’s anything like the last one, I see it only helping my cause,” with her remark, Hannah downed the conditioning agent in one mighty gulp.  She burped as she handed the beaker back to Doctor Andersen.  She didn’t feel any different, but assumed that was to be expected.
“Charming,” said Doctor Andersen acknowledging Hannah’s belch.  “This is the next serum, snake,” he handed her the second beaker.  “Expect an increase in vision, hearing, and possible infrared tracking capabilities.”  Like the first drink, Hannah shot-gunned it without a second thought.
She motioned to hand the now empty beaker back to him, but dropped it before he could grab it as a shockwave swept through her body.  She dropped her face into her hands and waited for the sensation to subside.  After a few moments the feeling was gone and she looked up out of her hands.  What she saw startled her at first, what she saw was everything.  It started with Doctor Anderson, not only could she see him as before, but now she could see detail.  The hair plugs on his head, the tiny scar on his left index finger, and the heat radiating from his body.  She glanced behind herself and saw a fly buzzing around the room.  With one quick eye movement, she could she its wings beating, its legs moving, everything.  Once Hannah came down from her high, she turned towards Doctor Andersen.
“Just as expected doc, and a little more as well.”  Hannah opened her mouth, wider than she was able to before and two five inch fang shaped projectiles popped out from the top of her mouth.
“That was to be expected, follow me, I’ve set up an apparatus to test your new capabilities,” said Doctor Andersen as he walked towards the conference room door.  Hannah quickly followed closing her mouth.
They walked back to Doctor Andersen’s main laboratory area.  There Hannah saw the armless torso of a manikin on top of a small pedestal.  It was blue and looked soft, but solid.
“Say hello to Harold, my scientific punching bag,” Doctor Andersen mused.  “Inside Harold is some of the most sensitive monitoring equipment in my laboratory.  He will be your victim today Hannah.”
“Sure, what did you have in mind?” she said quizzically.
“I would like you to take a bite at Harold for me, that way I’ll be able to test the strength of you new venom,” Doctor Andersen explained.  “Don’t worry; he can take anything you can throw at him.”
“OK, I think I should get into character first,” Hannah replied.
Hannah quickly took off her sweatpants and sandals and tossed them to Doctor Andersen.  Standing there bottomless, Hannah went to work.  She moved her legs together, and slowly they began fusing together.  Within a few minutes they were one gigantic leg, but she wasn’t finished, as the leg grew out, Doctor Andersen could see new muscles and scales developing.  After a few more minutes, Hannah had a nice, new eight foot long snake bottom all the while slightly buffing her upper human half.
“There, much better,” she sighed as her lower extremity lifted her up.
Doctor Andersen was flabbergasted, but the experiment was ready to commence, “whenever you’re ready Hannah.  Just do what comes naturally,” he said sitting in front of a computer monitor.
Hannah began slowly slithering towards the back of Harold’s pedestal.  When she felt she was in range, she coiled up and pounced the reaming ten feet and with a quick motion, opened her mouth, exposing her new toy fangs.  When she came in contact with Harold, she grabbed onto him and plunged her fangs into the side of Harold’s neck.  She just as quickly pulled her head back, leapt off of it and began slithering towards Doctor Andersen audibly out of breath.
The computer analysis instantly began showing on the monitor above Doctor Andersen, and he could already see the results were startling.
‘What do we have here,’ Doctor Andersen thought.  He knew the conditioning agent was going to help, but he couldn’t have wished for these results.  “Come take a look at this Hannah,” called Doctor Andersen.
During her trip from the floor where Harold was to Doctor Andersen, Hannah quickly shifted back to a bipedal shape.  She started putting her cloths back on as Doctor Andersen spoke.
“Your fangs were in Harold for less than a second, and in that time you injected three milliliters of venom into him Hannah,” Doctor Andersen said amazed.
Hannah finished putting her sweatpants on and walked closer to Doctor Andersen, “is that a lot doc?”
“Well Hannah, based on the readout, one CC of your venom is enough to give a grown man a severe case of nausea, two CC’s is enough to temporally paralyze that same man, and if my calculations are correct, three CC’s would kill him, plus more,” Doctor Andersen lectured.
“I thought you said three milliliters,” Hannah said confused.
Doctor Andersen sighed, “You’re a history major right,” Doctor Andersen quipped.  Hannah nodded.  “CC is short for cubic centimeters, and one cc is the same as one milliliter.  Anyways, snake venom is basically a collection of enzymes and proteins.  Yours, of course, is special.  You have a special enzyme that, give the correct amount, not only will systematically shut down your victim’s internal organs, but will actually begin further breaking them down into simpler particles.  Almost like a pre-digestion, turning them into a, nutrient-rich soup,” Doctor Andersen stopped wishing he hadn’t said his last sentence.  He turned to face Hannah and could already see her face light up.  She turned away, but stopped when Doctor Andersen grabbed her arm.  She looked at it with surprise as he spoke.
“Listen to me!  I don’t care who your revenge plans included, none of this would be possible without my involvement Hannah,” Doctor Andersen pleaded.
“I thought we established you position in this relationship doc,” Hannah said as she started growing.  Within seconds, Doctor Andersen lost his grip on Hannah’s once again massive arm.  Once freed, she playfully picked up Doctor Andersen.  “If you would like to change that,” she smiled, “now is your chance.”
Doctor Andersen had no intention of challenging Hannah, not now at least.  “You misinterpret my intentions, I’m only asking a favor,” he said, once again struggling to get his words out.
Hannah figured that his request might be fun, so she bit, “and what would that be?”  She set him down to better hear his response.
“It’s only fair that since I helped you, you help me with my wife.”
Hannah was surprised, “wife?  Umm, who’s the history major here?”
“I was hoping for a permanent solution to the relationship problem we’ve been having.  She’s made my life a living hell every day of our fifteen years of marriage,” Doctor Andersen said gritting his teeth.
‘I like where this is going’ Hannah thought.  “Looks like we have something in common doc.”
“All I’m asking is that you momentarily put your revenge plans on hold to take care of my wife.  She’ll be spending the long weekend at our summer home in the country.  The area is isolated enough for you to use your, talents, effectively,” Doctor Andersen said.  He couldn’t believe he just asked another person to kill his wife, but the things Hannah will do to her will be but a small amount of what she’d done to him.  He handed her a card with the house’s address.
“I don’t care how it’s done, just make sure I never see her alive again,” Doctor Andersen said.
“In the interest of being fair doc,” Hannah lauded, “I’ll do this one favor, not because you asked me, but because this will be excellent practice.”  Hannah laughed to herself at the thought Doctor Andersen basically choosing his wife’s life over his own.  Hannah was prepared to kill Doctor Andersen should he have disagreed with Hannah’s revenge plan, but it would seem that sinking to her level better suited him.
“Fine, we’ll call it a day then.  You have until Monday morning,” Doctor Andersen said still lamenting his decision.  Hannah turned and quickly headed towards the laboratory exit.
Doctor Andersen spent a few minutes sorting out his feelings of disbelief and thought out loud.
“For a university professor, I am one stupid motherfucker.”

The door creaked open as Sally Andersen pushed it with her elbow.  She swung her arms through the doorway with her luggage and dropped it once she was though the door.  ‘Finally,’ she thought, ‘some time away from Hugh and his incessant techno-babble.’
If anyone were to ask Sally, she would say she loves her husband, but it was his money that she really loves.  It was his own fault that he complained about her nagging, her late night cold shoulders, and maxing out credit card after credit card.
“Who does he think he is?” she quizzed out loud, “I’m the girl of his dreams.”
She closed the front door with her leg and walked toward the living room.  She reached over to the gas fire place and switched it on.  The sound of flowing gas was quickly eclipsed with a spark and rows of flames dancing from underneath the fake log.  She turned around to sit in an easy chair facing the fire place and kicked off her heels.
“He’s lucky I’ve been with him even half as long as I have,” Sally’s complaints quickly melted away as she felt the first wave of heat from the fire place and relaxed for the first time since she arrived, “this is going to be a great weekend.”
Sally indulged herself momentarily and went back to the front door to grab her bags.  She dragged the large bags up the first flight of stairs and dropped them into the master bedroom.  She placed her cell phone on the night stand and picked up one of the suitcases.  She spent the next few minutes loading clothing into the many drawers and walk-in closet in the room.  When she finished, she decided to lie down on the king-sized bed, a nap was well overdue.
She awoke startled and was greeted by darkness.  She rubbed her eyes and switched on the lamp on the nightstand.  She walked downstairs to the bar to make herself a drink.  She took her drink with her over to a chair in front of the still running gas fireplace.  She sat down and took a drink from her glass. Only to be startled by the sound of footsteps behind her.  She quickly turned to look around her chair, only to be terrified by the sight of a large figure standing out from the shadows.
“Sally Anderson I presume,” the figured bellowed.  The voice sounded almost feminine, except for the fact that the source looked about eight feet tall.  Sally always felt she specializes in running from conflict, and this situation was no different.  She turned around, dropping her drink as she did so and began to set up out of her chair.  She failed to move around the night stand next to her chair and tripped over it.  She immediately toppled forwards with full force into the hardwood floor, knocking herself out instantly, without the shadowy figure taking a single step towards her.
“So much for practice,” Hannah said as she walked toward Mrs. Anderson’s body.  She picked her up by the scruff of her shirt and threw her over her shoulder as she walked toward the stairs.
Hannah shrank back down to a reasonable size, keeping some of her bulk to make her trek up stairs as easy as possible.  It never occurred to her to turn a light on; she didn’t know whether it was the cat DNA or the snake DNA, either way seeing in the dark was as easy as during the day for her now.  She tossed Sally on the master bedroom bed and flipped on the overhead light.  She could see Sally starting to regain consciousness.  ‘Well, at least I’ll still be able to put on a show for her,’ Hannah thought.
Sally felt fuzzy as she began reacquainting herself with her surroundings.  She left her eyes closed as she rubbed the front of her head and was shocked at how much it hurt.  She could feel a large bump on her forehead and cringed as pain surged throughout her head.  After the pain subsided, she realized she was back in the master bedroom.
“But wasn’t I,” and then it hit her.  Sally quickly sat up and opened her eyes only to see a still muscular Hannah starting right back at her with her arms crossed.
“Boo,” Hannah said playfully.
“Oh my God,” Sally exclaimed as she started to head towards to door.  Hannah, having expected her to do so, quickly grabbed her arm and raised her off her feet.
“I sorry Mrs. Andersen, but I can’t plan on you tripping on yourself and planting your face into the ground again,” Hannah mocked as she tossed Mrs. Andersen back onto the bed.  Hannah quickly moved towards the door, effectively blocking any other escape attempts.
Mrs. Andersen somehow collected herself and spoke again.  “What the hell is going on?”
“Oh relax Mrs. Andersen, how many people are important enough to have a hit taken out on them?” Hannah responded.  “I have no intention of making this any more difficult than it should be, but I wouldn’t recommend testing me.”
Mrs. Andersen only listened to the ‘hit’ part, “somebody wants me dead!” she exclaimed.
“Simple enough isn’t it?” Hannah quipped.
“What person would want me dead?” Mrs. Andersen was confused and terrified now.
“Hmm, he didn’t say I couldn’t tell you who he is” Hannah said.  “I think his name is Hugh, no, I know his name is Hugh.”
“Hugh, so that would mean,” and suddenly the pieces fell into place for Mrs. Andersen.  “How much is he paying you?  I’ll double what he’s paying if you kill him!”
‘Maybe I’m not a terrible enough person’ Hannah thought.  “It’s not that simple Mrs. Andersen, money can’t buy this,” Hannah said as she started to grow.  ‘Maybe I can scare her to death.’  As Hannah grew her usual complement of muscle, she let her inhibitions go.  Her teeth grew longer, black and orange streaks started racing across her surface of her skin.  They became more visible as her pants and shirt started to rip from her muscle mass.  She stopped at seven feet, but continued elsewhere.  Her fingernails grew out nearly six inches and looked as sharp as razors.  Her fangs popped out as she started panting, she was so excited she didn’t even notice the excess venom dripping off of her exposed fangs.  When she finally stopped, she was seven feet tall, top-less, bottom-less and had long orange and black stripes darting across her skin.  She had more than enough three and four inch teeth and two huge fangs audibly dripping venom.  Mrs. Andersen all the while was frozen in place and had become that palest person Hannah had ever seen.  She made one quick movement towards her, grabbed Mrs. Andersen and held her high off the ground above the bed.
“You’re tougher than you look Mrs. Andersen,” Hannah sounded like herself, but with a deep growling sound to her words.  “But no one is tougher than me; no one will EVER be tougher than me again.”
Hannah grabbed Mrs. Andersen’s head with her free hand and made a single effort squeeze.  With an audible squish, Mrs. Andersen’s body fell to the bed blow closely followed by specks of blood, brain-matter, and skull fragments.  Hannah un-balled her fist and whipped her massive hand on the bed spread like a napkin.  Hannah was disappointed with how her experience ended.  She wondered if her eventual encounter with Sally will be as disappointing as this one was.  ‘No,’ she thought, ‘Sally won’t get off this easy.’
Hannah maintained her massive form as she headed to the bedroom door and carefully opened it.  The stairs made straining creaking noises as she walked down them, clearly Doctor Andersen didn’t have a seven foot muscle bound Amazon when he bought the place.  She saw the bottle of Scotch Mrs. Andersen had started and decided a celebration was in order.  Hannah hadn’t been much of a drinker, but she wasn’t the old Hannah anymore now was she.  She consumed the bottle in a few drinks thanks to her still large size.  She felt a wave of heat from either the Scotch or the still running electric fire place, she didn’t know or care.  She dropped the now empty bottle on the chair Mrs. Andersen had been sitting on just mere moments ago.
“The cops are going to have a real head-scratcher on their hands this time around.”

Doctor Andersen was late to the office Monday.  Normally a little thing like that, he would allow to ruin his day, but the circumstances was a little different this time.  He was greeted earlier that morning by two police detectives.  He was surprised to hear of his wife’s gruesome murder just a few nights before.  The detectives were at a loss for words when trying to describe the details of the crime scene to him; it was something neither of them had ever seen before.  They also told him that they would contact him again when the results of the autopsy were finished, but both detectives would be surprised if anything new was revealed.  They also obviously pointed out that he was not a suspect, and that they had no suspects in general.  He had contemplated missing work to make the situation seem more spontaneous than is actually was, but decided against it, he wanted to meet with Hannah as soon as possible.
Doctor Andersen was greeted by his receptionist, like he always was, and informed her that a family matter was the reason he was late.
“I’m sorry to hear that Doctor Andersen,” Edith said, “There are two men waiting here for you.”  Edith pointed to the only two men waiting in the reception area.  Doctor Andersen turned to look at them.  Both men were dressed in black suits with white shirts and black ties and wearing black sunglasses.
“Doctor Andersen I presume?” said one.
“We just have a few quick questions for you,” said the other.
Doctor Andersen felt a little nervous.  He didn’t enjoy entertaining such intimidating guests.  He motioned towards the laboratory.
“Of course, shall we meet in one of my conference rooms?” he answered.
“Please lead the way,” the first one said.
Doctor Andersen walked through the first set of doors, quickly followed by the two mysterious figures.
“So, to whom do I own the pleasure?” Doctor Andersen asked as he used his security card to unlock the second set of doors, “CIA? FBI? ATF?”
“How about none of the above Doctor Andersen,” said the second one.  “We’re a little more specialized.”
Doctor Andersen got a little more nervous; he had no trouble with typical government types.  He had to do quite a bit of hoop-jumping just to get funding for his study with Hannah, but he couldn’t get a read on these two guys.  He didn’t speak until they passed though the final set of doors leading to his lab.
“What did you two have in mind?” Doctor Andersen said as he turned around to face the two mysterious men.
“Just a few questions regarding your recent study,” the two men said in unison.

Hannah rolled over in her bed to see her digital clock showing 12:30.  She remembered how pissed the old Hannah would’ve been having forgotten to set her alarm the night before.  She remembered telling herself when she finally arrived back to her dorm room just after five in the morning that missing class only made sense, she had a lot to think about regarding her experience with her most recent victim.  She was again reminded as she sat up in her bed, bringer herself to a more awakened state, how unfulfilling the Mrs. Andersen event went.  She hopped out of her bed and started looking for cloths to put on.  Mrs. Andersen was pretty, but not as pretty as Sarah.  Sarah’s demise was going to be the most gratifying of all of her victims by far.
Hannah quickly dressed and checked her answering machine to see if Doctor Andersen had called wanting an update.  When she saw no new messages, she figured he was satisfied with the news of his wife’s demise.  She became excited at the thought of the county coroner trying to piece back together poor Mrs. Andersen’s head and chuckled at the prospect the police would need a wet/dry vacuum to properly clean the crime scene.
Hannah went to her desk and booted up her laptop.  After checking for any e-mails from Doctor Andersen, which again there was nothing, she visited Sarah’s Facebook page for any updates.  With her boyfriend Marty still ‘missing’, Sarah had be talking to her friends and Facebook ‘friends’ about how she’ll take a weekend holiday to her parent’s cabin up North.  Hannah wanted to check to make sure she hadn’t changed her mind.  She read Sarah’s most recent blog entry dated the previous Saturday:
Still hoping!
Thanks to everyone’s texts, phone calls, and e-mails regarding Marty’s disappearance.  It will be 8 days since he went missing on Tuesday and the police tell me they haven’t given up, AND NEITHER WILL I.  I just want to remind everyone that I’ll be staying at my parent’s cabin up north next weekend to try and work out some of my feelings.  Thank-you again to everyone and please keep Marty in your prayers.
Hannah loved the fact the she was so open with information like this, living in such an information age does as much bad as good.  ‘Maybe her destruction will prompt people to be more private in such a public place,’ Hannah thought.  She closed her laptop and left her dorm room.

Hannah’s week transpired as it had before, but with a sense of anticipation.  Sarah was going to be a different target not just because she’s the ringleader, but the circumstances as well.  Marty was so spontaneous, she wasn’t hit by her feelings until the long walk home.  Mrs. Andersen was so structured; she had very little wiggle room since it basically was not her choice.  But Sarah, Hannah had years to fantasize about her revenge.  Hannah wondered if Doctor Andersen could make a serum that could bring people back to life so she got destroy Sarah over, and over, and over again until she was satisfied.  By the time Hannah was able to focus, it was Friday.  Since Friday was her lightest load class-wise, her classes passed quickly.
Hannah opened the door to her dorm, tossed her book bag on the floor and plopped onto her bed.  She stared at the ceiling, slowly closed her eyes and relaxed; the calm before the storm.  It didn’t even bother her that Doctor Andersen hadn’t contacted her all week; she hadn’t even though to stop by his lab either.  Clearly he was giving her time off for doing such a good job; why else wouldn’t he contact her?
Hannah opened her eyes as she came back to reality.  She changed into some university sweets and was off again.  She didn’t need to know where Sarah was heading, just where she was leaving.  Hannah arrived at Sarah’s dorm building just in time to see her dragging a suitcase down the build steps and placing it in the drunk of a car parked in front of the building.  She closed the trunk and walked around to driver’s side.  She entered the car and started to drive.  Hannah drove parallel to her on the other side of the dorm parking lot.  Hannah quickly looped around so that she was now behind Sarah’s car.
Hannah made a diligent effort to stay a few cars behind Sarah as they traveled.  After about an hour of traveling, Sarah pulled into a rest stop.  Hannah followed her, but parked on the far end of the lot.  She would’ve been nervous following Sarah for this long and then exiting at the same rest stop, if weren’t for the fact that she’d been on her cell phone the entire time.  Hannah waited patiently in her car watching Sarah get out of hers, finally of her cell now, as she walked towards the lone building.  Hannah relaxed a bit due to the fact that they were the only ones stopped at this particular rest stop, although nothing would’ve been able to stop her from getting to Sarah, police, state patrol, not even SWAT.  She waited until Sarah entered the building before exiting her vehicle.  She almost sprinted to the entrance of the large, brick building but stopped short of the windowed doors.  She peered to try and locate Sarah and saw as she entered the women’s bathroom.  Hannah quickly entered the building and began to creep towards the women’s bathroom.  When she saw that the men’s room faced opposite the women’s, Hannah had an idea.  She gently eased open the men’s room door and gently eased it closed.  She then crouched so that her body was parallel to her legs, and simply listened.
After what seemed like eternity, Hannah finally hear the sound of water rushing through pipes.  She then faintly heard rushing water echoing through the women’s bathroom.  When the sound stopped, Kat sprung up out of her crouch and readied herself.  Butterflies in her stomach wouldn’t be accurate, more like birds in her stomach.  As she heard footsteps toward the women’s entrance, Hannah creaked open the men’s door and saw Sarah quickly pass by it.  Hannah waited a second, and then fully opened the men’s door.  She instantly grew enough to accomplish her immediate goal.  She quickly got up behind Sarah and grabbed the scruff of her shirt and lifted her up.
“What the?” Sarah said sounding confused as she looked to see her feet dangling below her now.  She tried to see what was behind her, but found it difficult to turn in her suspended state.
Normally Hannah would have something quick witted, ironic, or even pointless to say, but nothing came to her.  She turned her wrist so that Sarah was now facing her would-be tormentor.  The sight of surprise on her face caused Hannah to smile.
“Can I help you?” Sarah’s voice went from confusion to that of intimidated.  She didn’t see Hannah Green, the girl she took joy in harassing on a regular basis since high school.  She just saw a huge woman capable of holding her up without breaking a sweat.
Again Hannah was speechless; all she could think about was the terrible things she could do to her now that she was in her clutches.  She decided to proceed with her plan and worry about the specifics later.  She opened her mouth, revealing her fangs.  Before Sarah could scream in terror, Hannah moved her toward her head, quickly sunk one of them into her shoulder and pulled it out just as fast.  If two milliliters could paralyze a grown man, the same amount should paralyze Sarah for many, many hours.
Sarah was surprised when she tried to scream and nothing came out.  She then realized she couldn’t feel anything, arms, legs, not even her face.  Her head drooped down so that she was now looking at the floor.  Her gigantic assailant rummaged through her pant pockets until it found her car keys.  Her view changed, now she was looking at what seemed to be a massive shoulder.  She also noticed that she was moving.
Hannah quickly exited the lone building and headed toward Sarah’s car with her draped over her shoulder.  She used Sarah’s keys to remotely unlock the car doors and open the trunk.  Hannah lifted up her shirt, exposing her midriff and navel spinneret.  She flexed and the same milky thin strand started coming out of it.  She grabbed it with her free hand and started wrapping it around Sarah’s feet.  After a few trips around her, Hannah picked up Sarah with both hands and made the same spinning motion she had used with Marty.   Hannah was in pure ecstasy, but was able to come back to Earth when she noticed she had wrapped Sarah though enough.  She walked to the back of the car and no so gently tossed Sarah into her own trunk and shut it.  She wanted Sarah to have no chance of escape.  She shrank down to a reasonable driving size and entered the driver’s side door, and began her long trip to Sarah’s destruction.
Thanks the resources like the internet and her portable GPS, Hannah had been able to find a suitable hunting ground beforehand.  The fact that Sarah had already been traveling in the ‘correct’ direction added its own layer or irony to her current situation.  Hours seemed like minutes to Hannah as she drove, stopping only a few times for gas.  She ran hundreds of scenarios in her head as she traveled with her care package in tow.  ‘Maybe some evisceration, then disembowelment, then dismemberment,’ Hannah thought, ‘or maybe just a series of decapitations would be better.’
Her pleasant thoughts made the trip about as enjoyable as a trip could be.  She would find herself being dragged backed to reality with things like Sarah’s cell phone ringing, someone merging in front of her, or audible reminders from her GPS.  And in no time flat, she made the final exit to her new favorite place.  She exited the now remote highway onto a lone set of crossroads.  Hannah turned from the main paved road onto the rougher, dirt road.  After another ten minutes or so, she turned off onto an even more backwards dirt path.  After a dozen miles or so, Hannah saw a clearing off to the side of the road, the perfect unloading zone.  Since she hadn’t heard so much as a peep from the trunk, she figured Sarah was still out, but hopefully not too much longer.  Hannah had been traveling long enough so that the sun was now lazily peeking over the western horizon, with the moon quickly rising on the other side.  After stopping, Hannah turned off Sarah’s car and opened the driver’s door with the car keys dangling in her hand.  She walked to the back of the car and promptly opened the trunk door to revel a visibly groggy and still tied-up Sarah.
Hannah momentarily debated on whether or not to disguise her voice, but decided against it, now was play time, “Hello Sarah,” was all she said.
Sarah turned to the direction of the voice, still with her eyes closed, and attempted to speak but realized that there was still something covering her mouth.  Realized this, she attempted to open her eyes for the first time since she had started regaining movement of her body.  She could vaguely see something looking over her as she lay in the trunk of her own car.  The still fuzzy figure reached down to move the strange stringy substance covering her mouth out of the way.
“OK, what the hell is going on?” was the first thing Sarah said.  The low light and her eyes still trying to adjust made the figure still appear as nothing more than a blurry, person-shaped shadow.
“This is revenge Sarah Thompson,” Hannah said as she grew a little to lift her out of the trunk and threw her to the ground behind the car.  Sarah made a loud groaning noise as she hit the hard, dirty ground.  Hannah closed the trunk.
“If you plan on raping me your better off just killing me now because I’m a biter and a screamer you asshole,” Sarah yelled, mostly into the ground.
With her remark, Hannah got her sass back, “now Sarah, I don’t think girls go around raping each other.”
“What?” was all Sarah could say.  She figured that thing that abducted her was a guy since it was big, muscular, and had come out of the Men’s room.  This didn’t make any of her questions any easier, “so if you’re a girl, what the fuck?”
Hannah could see that the rest of her webbing had started to loosen; she reached over to Sarah and started helping her out of it as she spoke to her, “well, calling me a girl would be a general term, I’m so much more now.”
“What the hell does any of that,” then Sarah remembered the details of her abduction at the rest stop, “oh my God,” she could feel her restraints had loosed enough for her to attempt and escape.  Hannah seeing this was already prepared having grown to the same size as in the rest stop and again lifted Sarah off the ground by the scruff of her shirt.  She was now dangling almost identically as before.
“You can’t run, not yet, not until I tell you the rules,” Hannah lectured.
Sarah still had no idea what was going on.  She’d been somehow paralyzed, tied-up, thrown into the trunk of her own car, and was trapped there for what seemed like forever.
“What is all of this?” Sarah said again yelling.
“I’ve already answered that question Sarah, this is revenge.  Would you like to try a different one?” Hannah quipped, if this was just the tip of the iceberg, she knew this was going to be a memorable experience indeed.
“OK, how about you fucking put me down, take me back to my fucking dorm room, and my dad busts your motherfucking ass!” Sarah was now screaming as she spoke.
Hannah thought this was the funniest thing she’d ever seen.  Here is somebody that has had everything given to them their entire life, and staying in line with that, was now demanding to be given the opportunity to return home.  Hannah wanted to make Sarah understand just how serious this situation was.  There was still enough light for Sarah to see her captor’s new spurt of growth.  As she continued to hang from its hand, she could see it expand slightly, shoulders became broader, arms and legs became thicker, and she raised another foot and a half from the ground.
It was a lot for Sarah to take in; she was witnessing something she’d never seen before, and that was finally enough to terrify her, “what the hell are you?”
“I’m Hannah Green, well, Hannah Green in name only Sarah,” Hannah said, “and I guess calling you Sarah isn’t appropriate either, how about prey instead?”
‘Hannah Green?’ Sarah though, ‘that’s impossible, Hannah is nothing more than a social punching bag.’  “If you’re going to kill me, at least be honest with me.”
“So let me get this straight, you’re such a fucking bitch that it would be impossible for someone you’ve spent the better part of a decade picking on and having fun at their expense, to finally turn the tables on you?” Hannah quipped.
‘Oh my God,’ Sarah though, ‘it is her!’  “Why me?  I never tied-up you and threw you in a trunk before.”
“I don’t want to get all psychology on you Sarah, but what you and your friends did to my sense of self-worth and self-esteem is far worse than the things that I’m going to do to you if you’re caught,” Hannah responded.
“Wait, if I’m caught,” Sarah said sounding confused.
“Yes Sarah, that brings up back to the rules of the game.  I’m going to let you go, and all you have to do is out run me.  Sounds fair right?” Hannah explained.
Before Sarah could form a response, Hannah turned and tossed her a few dozen feet away from her.  She made a loud cry as she hit the cold, hard ground.
“I think I’ll count to twenty,” Hannah announced, “one, two, three.”
Sarah quickly regained her composure and stood up.  The pain of her impact subsided as she turned and ran following the rough dirt path she had unknowingly traveled on just a few minutes earlier.  Hannah watched as Sarah ran off, counting her counting out loud.
Hannah reached twenty sooner than most people would.  She could still see Sarah running down the rickety road.  She turned and walked back to the car and gently leaned against it, the car moved slightly as she did so.  Hannah has every intention of catching Sarah, but it is going to be more fun if she thinks she has the chance to get away.  After a few minutes, Hannah put her game face on.  She kept the large muscle she’d grown during her conversation with Sarah, but added her fangs and the fur and claws she’d used with Mrs. Andersen.  Hannah wanted to play the hunter role completely as she started strolling in the direction Sarah ran off in.

Sarah ran for what seemed like hours to her, the sun had completely set and the crescent moon hung completely over her in the clear night sky.  She felt somewhat fortunate; the night air wasn’t as cold as it had been for most of the month, then again she didn’t know exactly where she was.  She’d only followed the dirt road for thirty minutes or so before she turned into the wooded area surrounding the lone road.  Sarah mulled over the disadvantage Hannah had her at, even if she knew which direction was traveling, she had no way of knowing if that was the correct way.  The darkness she’d been surrounded in the car trunk and her completely incapacitated state made any attempt to guess where she could be frugal at best, but still she traveled in hopes of coming to a major highway or a farm, just something.  Her though process was interrupted with the sound of heavy footsteps behind her, before she could turn to face the sound; she was forcefully driven into the ground face first.
“Strike one!” Hannah howled in victory as she grabbed the back of Sarah’s shirt, ripping the back of it off exposing her bra and lightly scratching her in the process.
Hannah had been tracking her for the last few minutes, waiting for Sarah to let her guard down.  She gripped Sarah by the neck and picked her up by it.  With an effortless toss, Sarah flew a few dozen feet and plopped again to the ground.  She struggled to get up; now feeling the pain of the scratches Hannah delivered to her back moments ago.
“Try harder, I don’t think you’re doing it right,” Hannah said mocking Sarah.
Sarah pointlessly adjusted the remnants of her shirt in attempt to cover her exposed back, but quickly gave up.  She also didn’t bother looking back at Hannah; the thought of seeing her was just too terrifying to her right now.  She wobbly continued her vain attempts at escape as Hannah removed the scraps of clothing still caught in her clawed nails.
After removing the final pieces of Sarah’s shirt, Hannah sat crossed leg and watched her new toy continue to scurry away from her.  She leaned forward and took a large sniff of the pile of cloth formerly worn by Sarah.  She relaxed and let out a large exhale.  Sarah was now easily thirty feet away, but Hannah could still see her as plain as a billboard.  She saw her turn into another large grove of trees and felt that pursuit was in order.
Hannah sat up and began traveling in her prey’s direction.  Her long, graceful strides with her long, tree-like legs had her traveling faster than Hannah had ever dreamed of traveling.  She felt like she was on a roller coaster, her emotional ups and down was a ride she hoped would never end.  She saw a large tree and with one leap, grabbed onto a large tree limb and pulled herself up.  She again stopped to listen.  The sound of grass and tree moving with the wind, of twigs snapping, and of heavy, labored breathing.  Hannah continued climbing up the tree from on limb to the next until she was at the very top.  She peered out from the top, looking and listening.  She heard what she was listening for and with another mighty leap, moved from the top of her current tree to another one.  She quickly gripped the top of the tree and made her way down it.  She made a loud thud as her massive body made contact with the forest floor.  She continued making her way to her prey’s location.
Sarah was already scared enough, so the loud thud she heard didn’t slow her down, if anything it sped her up.  After many more minutes of running, she finally let the fire in her lungs get the better of her and slowed down to a brisk walk.  She stated feeling a little dizzy from the deep breaths she was taking, but didn’t slow down.  She didn’t even notice the blur that passed her a few yards beside her.  The figure disappeared in to the forest as soon as it had appeared.  She continued her walk until she felt she could run for another few minutes.  As she began to increase her pace, Hannah’s massive figured dropped down from another tree directly in front of her.  Sarah wanted to stop, but her momentum carried her directly into Hannah’s overly ripped midsection.  She flew back onto the ground, again with a painful thud.
“Strike two!” Hannah yelled as she gripped the front of the sweatpants Sarah was wearing.
With a quick tug, the sweats promptly ripped right off of her.  There Sarah was, covered only by half a t-shirt and the shoes she was wearing, Sarah usually went panty-less when wearing sweats, and this time was no different.  Hannah wasn’t surprised either, she was all too used to the sight of Sarah’s lower body from their time spent in the girl’s locker room from having the same gym glass in high school.  She picked up Sarah by the remaining part of her shirt.  It ripped slightly as she dangled Sarah from it.
“You’re doing a very lousy job, play like your life depends on it,” Hannah again mocked Sarah as she turned and again tossed her away from herself.  She could hear Sarah crying as she hit the ground with the tattered remains of her shirt and sweatpants falling off of her.  
Just like it was with Hannah, Sarah was running on basic instinct now, and her basic instinct was flight.  She somehow gathered enough strength to again stand up and walked in the direction of a large, grassy opening.  Hannah patiently walked behind her.  Sarah stumbled out from the wooded area and made it a few feet into the clearing before she again collapsed.  Hannah was right behind her and felt that her game had almost come to an end.
“So this is how it ends isn’t it Sarah?  You, where you belong, and me, where I belong,” Hannah called to Sarah as she lay on the ground.
“Why?  Why me?  Why not somebody who deserves this kind of torture!”  Sarah said half to Hannah and half into the ground.
“Well, I can see you’ve failed to learn a lesson Sarah.  You do deserve this kind of torture.  You think I’m the only one who feels this way?  I’m one of dozens of people you stepped on in high school, and who knows how many others since you’ve been in college,” Hannah lectured, “and now I finally have the ability to make you pay.”
Hannah closed in on Sarah as she struggled to get up off the ground.  Sarah made an attempted to turn over, but failed to do so before Hannah did it for her.  If Sarah had eaten anything all day, she would have lost it at the sight of Hannah.  Her large teeth, her long nails, and her overly muscular arms, legs, and chest weren’t anything Sarah had ever seen before.  Hannah picked-up Sarah by the waist had hoisted her up in front of her.  Their eyes met as Hannah spoke again.
“This is revenge,” Hannah said.  She then opened her mouth and exposed her fangs and took another bite into Sarah’s shoulder.  This time she didn’t release right away, in fact she left them in longer that she’d ever before.  
After a few more seconds she released them and immediately saw the effects.  Sarah instantly felt a sweeping numbing sensation throughout her body, and it got more intense with each beat of her heart.  She tried to speak, but only poorly formed sounds came out.
“What you are experiencing is a lethal dose of Hannah-venom Sarah.  First it will shut down your internal organs, and then my special enzymes will begin pre-digesting them, I’m kind of looking forward to it,” Hannah explained.
Sarah tried to make a face of complete fear, but no longer had the capacity to do so.  The familiar feeling of nothingness become stronger and stronger and began succumbing to it.  Her head began loosely moving as her muscles gave in.  Hannah felt she only had a few more seconds with Sarah alive.
“If it makes you feel any better Sarah, you look very, very delicious now,” Hannah said as she dropped Sarah to the ground.  She wondered how much pain the pre-digestive process would be for Sarah.  ‘I’ll have to ask the doc that the next time I see him,’ Hannah thought.
Hannah towered over Sarah as she waited to see what would happen to her.  She could see some of Sarah’s muscles twitching, her eyes rolled back up into her head, and her skin began turning a sickly shade of green.  After a few more minutes, Sarah’s skin had almost completely turned green and was no longer breathing; Hannah started walking away from Sarah’s body.
‘That was good stuff,’ she thought.  Her main goal was accomplished, she only wished she’d told her what she’d done to Marty before Sarah’s own demise ‘oh well, I guess I’ll never know.’
Hannah dropped to her knees and looked to the crescent moon overhead.  Hannah felt that this was only the beginning; there were other people she could get even with, or play with.  She stayed in her position for what seemed like forever.  She was brought back to the present with the smell of a very intoxicating scent.
‘I guess that means my meals done,’ Hannah thought.  She stood up and walked back towards Sarah’s body.  She was now almost as green as the grass she was on, the smell emanating from her was something Hannah had never experienced before, and all she knew was that if was very desirable.
She tried to pick-up Sarah’s body by the shoulder, but found that her skin was hard but flaky, like stale bread.
‘I guess I’ll have to get her in one try,’ Hannah thought, ‘twenty feet should be enough.’
With her though, Hannah began another session of explosive growth.  As she increased in height, so did her breasts and the muscles in her arms and legs.  At ten feet, the smell coming from Sarah’s body almost over powered her; she could feel herself drooling at the smell of it.  When she reached twenty feet, the smell was almost unbearable.  She used her massive hands to gently scoop up Sarah’s body and gently picked it up by the neck.  She lifted it up over her head and pointed her head upwards.
‘Down the hatch,’ Hannah thought.  She dislodged her jaw opened her mouth as wide as her new body would allow for.  She gently lowered her snack until it was over half in her mouth and let go.
The person shaped item slowly slid down her enlarged esophagus until it reached her stomach.  As it slid into it, the impact of it hitting the bottom of her stomach caused the vessel to split open, causing the contents to rush out into Hannah stomach.  She nearly fell over with the sensation it caused her.  She felt like her insides were on fire, she quickly closed her mouth and began processing these new feelings.  It felt like raw power was surging though all parts of her body.  Hannah dropped again to her knees and fell forward until she braced herself with her massive hands.  Within seconds, the feelings were gone, including the lump that had been in her stomach seconds before.
‘Oh my God, I felt like I’ve just shot-gunned three large energy drinks, I’ve never felt this energized before,’ Hannah thought with great surprise, ‘it would seem people are very, very good for me.’
Hannah felt it was safe to shrink back down to travel size.  As she began the trek back to Sarah’s car, she couldn’t help but feel a little sorry for Sarah, it’s not like Sarah ever tried to eat her before.

Hannah pulled into the lab parking lot, in her own car, and began walking to the entrance.  She’d briefly returned to her dorm for a change of clothes, and after disposing of Sarah’s car.  She was greeted by Edith as she entered the lobby.
“Oh hello Hannah,” Edith said smiling.
“Hey Edith, sorry I haven’t been it all week,” Hannah said smiling back.
“Oh dear, you don’t look like you slept well last night honey,” Edith said concerned.
“Oh, you know me, always cramming for the next test; I guess I went to bed pretty late last night huh?” Hannah lied.
“Well, I’m afraid Doctor Andersen hasn’t been in since Monday, speaking of which, he left you this note as he left on Monday,” Edith said handing Hannah a folded piece of paper with her name on it, “it’s so funny too, he mistakenly referred to you as your research intern, I tried to correct him but he kept referring to you as an intern instead of his study participant.”
Edith continued talking but Hannah stopped listening as she opened the note.
Hannah, I don’t know who these men are, but I don’t think your safe here anymore.  They seem to know about my serum and I fear they’ll come for you next.  Stay away from the lab and I’ll try to contact you if I can.
	-Doctor Andersen
Hannah was confused.  He left with some guys and somehow they know about his serum?  None of it made any sense to her.
“Edith, when did the doc leave on Monday?” Hannah asked interrupting Edith.
“Oh my, well, it was about twenty minutes or so after he met with those two gentlemen in suits.  There got here just after I did and they wanted to see Doctor Andersen, but he showed up late, but these two gentlemen waited for him in the waiting room until he got here and they all went back to the lab area and talked I guess.  When they all came out, Doctor Andersen said that he needs to go with these two men and asked for a pen and paper.  After he wrote that the note, he handed to me and said ‘make sure my research intern Hannah gets this so she knows what do to while I’m gone.’  And like I said, I tried correcting him but he left before I could tell him, isn’t that so strange,” Edith explained.
“Ok, thank-you Edith.  Can you have him call me if he gets in on Monday?” Hannah said actually sounding worried.
“Sure thing honey, have a nice weekend!” Edith exclaimed as Hannah turned to leave.
‘What the hell am I supposed to do now?’ Hannah thought, ‘Marty, Mrs. Andersen and Sarah were only warm-ups, I have bigger plans in store now.’
-To be continued