Mighty Wendy

Chapter 1

Life for Wendy did not begin too promising. The younger of two girls, the

earliest memories Weendy possesed were of her mother being beaten by her father,

the constant presense of bruises on Mom, and the constant tenseness and

unpleasantness that existed in her house. She remembers when Dad got drunk, how

he would beat Mom, and how he would yell at herself and Stephanie, her older

sister. This went on until that final day when Dad flew into a rage (she did not

remember the reason. Dad rarely required one) and how,after hitting Mom, he came

into our room where we were trying to play, but we were only going through the

motions. How could two little kids play with that terrible noise going on? Dad

came in, ordered us to shut up, and for whatever reason drove him, he came at me

with his hand raised to strike. Stephanie stepped in between us trying to

protect me. This enraged him, so he slapped Steph hard, sending her against the

closet door. She lay there, stunned. He stopped, maybe even he was shocked to

see what he had done. He left the room, and Wendy went over to Steph and cradled

her in her arms. Wendy grabbed a kleenex and put it to Stephs nose to stop the

bleeding, then they both crawled into the closet, covered themselves with a

blanket, and cried until they finally fell asleep.

Later that night, Mom came into the room, found them in the closet, and grabbed

them both, picking them up. She was bruised on the face badly. She carried us

out the door into the night air, and put us both in the back seat of the car.

From there we drove the night and part of the next day until we reached Grandma

and Grandpa' place. As soon as we got through the door, Grandpa gave us a big

hug, and so did Grandma. Grams took us into the kitchen, but as she looked over

her shoulder, Wendy could see Mom collapse crying into Gramdpa's arms.He tried

to comfort her, but she was sobbing greatly. Grams said to come with her and she

would get us some cookies. After that, we just dropped from exhaustion.

Grams and Grandpa tried to make us all comfortable, but they lived in a small

trailer, and space was tight. Add to that was the fact that Grandpa was tethered

to an oxygen bottle, and tired very quickly. Mom went out and got a job, with

the hopes of getting a place of our own. But Mom had a bad habit it seemed of

finding the wrong guys to meet, and before long she was seeing someone from

work. The familiar bruises appeared shorty afterward. Wendy overheard Grampa

telling Mom that she did not deserve this kind of treatment, but it seemed to go

on that way for a while longer.

Then Mom met Dave.

Dave was a huge man, standing over Mom so much that Mom's head only came up to

the middle of his chest. When Mom first Introduced Dave to the girls, both Wendy

and Stephanie were immediately afraid of him. But there was something in his

voice that was different. The way he spoke with respect to Mom, to Grandma and

Grandpa, something was different about him. Mom saw Dave some more, and one day

both of them came to the girls and asked them if they would like to spend a day

at the zoo. Steph reluctantly said yes, but Wendy just hid behind her older

sister. Dave crouched down on his feet, and asked the girls himself if they

would like to go, and reassured them that the decision was theirs. (Wendy

learned later that Mom had filled him in on the treatment their father had given

them, and they did fear men because of that.) There was something in his voice

again that was reassuring, so they both (reluctant still) said yes.

A nice day at the zoo everyone had. At the lion's domain, it was very crowded,

and one could not see the animals. Dave asked the girls if they would like to

sit on his shoulder to see. Wendy just hid behind Mom, but Steph sheepishly

agreed. Dave reassured her, again asking her permission and assuring her the

decision was hers to make. No pressure. This did seem to reassure her and after

a quick glance up at Mom, she agreed. He hoisted her up on his shoulder, and

later she told Wendy it was like sitting on a giant. She could see everything.

When he put Steph down, he turned to Wendy and asked her, but she said no. Mom

gave a bit of a frustrated look, but Dave said 'no pressure' and that was the

end of it.

Mom continued to see Dave, and after a short time, both girls could start to see

Mom do something she had not done in a long time. She started to smile. After

only a few months, Dave asked Mom to marry him, and Mom said yes. Dave asked the

girls in front of Mom and Grandma and Grandpa, and he did so in an almost

pleading manner. He said that without the permission of both of them, it would

not work, and he would not pressure them at all. He did reassure them that he

loved their mother, and he wanted the chance to love them both like his own

daughters. Steph had warmed up to Dave fairly well, so she agreed, but Wendy

held back. Dave crouched down in front of her, to be at her level, and in that

soft reassuring voice of his, said again the chioce must be unanimous, and he

would not pressure her. After sheepishly looking up at Mom and over at Steph,

something said that it might finally be O.K., so she softly said yes. All were

overjoyed, but Dave softly told Wendy (with a tear in his eye) 'thank you'.

The wedding was small, but hat was the way Mom and Dave wanted it, and so they

all moved into Dave's house and started a new life. Things went along OK for

awhile. Mom went back to school, and Dave switched to the night shift so someone

could be with the kids at all time. Stephanie started school that fall, and Mom

would take her to school on the way to her own school. Dave got home about an

hour before Mom had ta go off to school, so they had a little time together in

the morning as a family.This went on for several months, until......

The fateful day began normal. Dave got home at the regular time, Mom was getting

ready to get off to school, so she was in a hurry. The normal routine was for

Dave to make breakfast when he got home, and get Steph ready to go to school.

This day was no exception. Mom was ready to leave, Steph headed out to the car,

and Mom and Dave kissed before she went off to school. Dave always watched them

drive down the street until they were out of sight, and then  he would normally

read to Wendy some, then do a little housework before heading off to sleep.

Wendy knew to be quiet when Dave was asleep, so she generally played in her

room. Dave finished the dishes, and said he was heading off to sleep, when he

heard a knock at the door. When he opened the door, Wendy could see from across

the room that it was two police officers in uniform. She couldn't hear what

exactly was being said, but after a couple of moments Dave sytarted to say over

and over "NO NO NO".He collapsed against the wall. and buried his face in his

hands, sobbing uncontrollably. The female officer at the door steadied him, and

after a few minutes he removed his face from his hands. The male officer looked

over at Wendy , and Wendy heard him ask Dave, 'Do you want us to tell your

daghter?' Dave steadied himself, and said  'No. This is something I have to do."

Dave walked over to Wendy, thee officers waited at the door. He crouched down in

front of her, like he had done so often, and started to say ''Mom and Steph,

well, there was an accident, and.....'' He started to sob again. The officers

walked over, and the woman put her hand on Dave's sholder, sort of in a

comforting fashion. Wendy was always a bright  girl, so before anyone else said

anything, she said "moms not coming back, is she?" Dave looked at her,and though

he was still sobbing, he managed to get the words out that Mom and Steph were

killed in an auto accident, by someone who ran a red light. Maybe it didn't

fully sink in at the moment, but Wendy just stood there looking at Dave, but

Dave reached out and hugged her, and started to cry again.

Mighty Wendy

Chapter 2

The funeral was emotional. Dave tried to be strong for Wendy's sake, but all

through the service, tears rolled down his cheeks. After the service ended,

Grandma and Grandpa tried to be as reassuring as they could, but they were

grieving themselves over the loss of their daughter and granddaughter. Dave

reassured them the best he could, and then walked over to the car. He opened

Wendys door for her, but before she got in, she looked up at him and said, "are

you going to leave me,too?'' Dave crouched down, and took her hand softly into

his massive hands, and said softly "Kid, I will never leave you. I will never

hurt you. And I will raise you to the best of my ability. I promise you that."

With that, he hugged her, and after she got in the car, he closed the door for

her. As he walked around the back of ther car, he softly said again to himself

"I promise you that."

When they got home, well, the place did not seem right without Mom and Steph,

and Dave just collapsed into the big chair and sat there. Wendy watched him for

a few minutes, and then asked him if he wanted her to make something to eat.

Dave just said yes, without thinking. She was not old enough to be handling a

stove, but she wanted to help, and after all, she watched both Mom and Dave

cook. She thought she could do something.  She went into the kitchen, and spied

a bag of rice on the counter. Since she was still too short to reach up there,

she pulled the stool over to the counter and pulled the bag to her. She lost her

footing on the stool, and as she fell she grabbed the bag of rice and flung it

all over the kitchen floor. She fell to the floor with a thud. Dave walked up to

the door, just looking at her and the mess she just created. At that moment, all

the memories of her Dad came flooding in, and how now neither Mom or Stephanie

were there to protect her. As Dave took a step toward her, she just closed her

eyes, tensed up her body, and waited to be hit or slapped, or yelled at in some

uncontrollable way.  She waited, and waited, and........ Finally she

felt.......a soft brush on her left cheek. She opened her eyes to see Dave

crouched before her, softly brushing away her tears with his left thumb. He

clasped his hands in front of him and softly said......"Oh , Hon......" He

paused, then he continued slowly   "Hon, I know your early life was rough, but I

didn't realise how deep the scars were. I want you to listen to me, very

carefully. You may not understand all of what I am about to tell you right now,

but one day soon, you will. " He bowed his head, almost in  a reverential

manner, and continued. "The day I met your Mother,  it was the blessing in my

life that I waited for. When she agreed to marry me, it was the happiest day of

my life. " He looked up at her. There was a tear rolling down his right cheek,

but he continued..." I loved your mother deeply. The day she died, a part of me

died with her. I loved Stephanie dearly too, as my own daughter. With her went a

part of me, too. " His voice was trembling, but he continued, "And kid, I love

you too. You are all that keeps me going now. Remember what I told you at the

car?" She nodded yes.  He reached over, took her right hand, cradled it between

his massive hands, and said  "I tell you this again, I will never hurt you, and

I will raise you to the best of my ability. And, and, I will never leave you. I

promise." Now he looked over at the kitchen floor, strewn with rice, and he let

out a little sigh, and said, "My fault."   Wendy said "but....." Dave stopped

her, and putting his hands on her shoulders, he gently stood her up, and turned

her in the direction of the mess. His voice cleared and changed tone. No more

trembling, he said to her  "You tried to do a good thing here, didn't you?"  

She softly said  "Yes, I guess so."  He continued  "did you try your best?" 

Again she said " Yes."  Then I am proud of you. As long as you do your best,

even if things don't work out the way you want them to, just as long as you try

your best, then I will be proud of you. Do you understand?"  She again said "I

think so."  He said "Good."  and then, as he was standing up, he kissed her

softly on the top of her head, and then walked over to the wall. Taking the

cordless phone off the wall, he handed it to Wendy, and said, " Why don't you

order us in a pizza for tonight, while I clean up this mess?"  As Wendy took the

phone, he lifted one eyebrow and said, "Please, no anchovies."  Wendy smiled a

little. Something told her that things might actually be alright from then on.

Life was not real easy, mind you. Dave was a sadder man, to be sure. She would

sometimes catch him sitting at the kitchen table, softly talking to a picture of

Mom, telling it of my latest accomplishments, or saying how much he missed her.

One night Wendy heard him sobbing from her room. She went downstairs, saw him

crying at the table, she just walked over and gave him a big hug. He hugged her

back, and through his red eyes, he said " Thank you, kid. I needed that."

As she grew, he lived up to his promise. When she needed a computer for school,

even she knew they could not afford one, but he got her one. She got good at

using it, and he would comment about how he wished he could catch onto things as

fast as she did. When he had what should have been the Mother-Daughter talk with

her, he was so nervous that sweat was just rolling off his forehead. He used one

of her Barbie dolls to explain where  no one, not even him, was allowed to touch

her, and again he was so nervous and his hands shaking so hard that he dropped

the doll several times.  But throughout her life growing up, she knew his saying

would always be "I'm proud of my little girl." When she brought home her first

'B' (A straight A student up to that point,) she sheepishly showed Dave her

report card, expecting t o get some kind of reprimand. Instead, he asked her

"Did you do your best?"  she could honestly answer him "yes" and his answer was

"then I'm proud of you. As long as you do your best, I'll always be proud of

you."

And so she grew, finally finishing high school, with college coming in the fall.

Wendy decided she wanted to be a doctor, more specifically a surgeon. She had

the grades, the smarts, and the drive. Dave encouraged her too, so this was

going to be the last summer at home. She received a scholarship from the State

university the next state to the west, so she would not be too far from home,

family, and friends. Dave was the only family left, however, as both

grandparents had passed away several years ago. But Dave was all for her move.

"No, I won't get to see you that often, but don't pass up anb opportunity like

this on my account." This is what he told her, and this is what he meant. "Enjoy

this last summer at home. To become a doctor will require a lot of hard work,

but i know you can do it."

Little did she or Dave or anyone else know how much her life, and everyone elses

would change over the summer.

Mighty Wendy

Chapter 3

Wendy's friends were having a party of sorts at the park. Pot luck, so she

brought some food like everyone else did. She opened the hatchback of her car

and took out the food she brought and walked over to the crowd, comepletely

oblivious of the fact she left her lights on. It was a warm late July evening in

the city, New Alanis, and even through the wash of all the city lights, she

looked up to the clear skies with some stars shining through. She was dressed

for a warm evening, only wearing her ribbed short sleeve sweater and her

(somewhat) tight jeans. She had a set of athletic shoes on, even though she

preferred heels, but this was a park, and heels would be awkward. Wendy topped

out at five feet four, and she really did not feel short. Next to Dave anyway if

she was six foot, she would have still been short, byt to Dave, she was 'his

little girl' and size made no difference. She just liked heels.

The party lasted well into the evening, as most of her friends were college

bound, they compared notes on colleges, or just plain told stories. Finally the

party was winding down (a few had just a little too much to drink) so it was

finally time to go. After the goodbyes, Wendy grabbed her dish, cleaned out, and

headed back across the park toward her car. As she walked up to it, she saw the

last faint glow of her headlights as the battery died. "Nuts!" she grumbled. Oh,

well, it was a clear, warm night, and home was only two miles away. She could

walk home and Dave could bring back some jumper cables. She looked around to see

if she could catch a ride with anyone, but the only ones left were just a little

too tipsy to be trusting with a car. She put the dish in the car and locked it ,

and started off for home. 'I'll cut through the center of the park' she thought.

It was a very large park, and there was a large stand of cottonwoods at the

center, but it would cut her walk by a third. So she set out acrooss the park.

Wendy looked up at the stars again  'How beautiful' she again thought. The

golden glow of the city did not douse the majesty of the night sky. "I wonder

if..." her voice trailed off as something caught her eye. A shooting star was

making it's way accross the sky. "How beautiful" she thought. As she watched it,

she noticed something odd about it. It really was not moving, but it was getting

larger. "It's coming right at me!" Before she could react. the meteor impacted

not more than 200 feet from her. She covered her face with her arms, and she

felt the sting of ground and gravel hit her. When she lowered her arms, she

could see the impact crater.  She ran over to it. "Not very large" she thought.

In fact, it was only about eight feet in diameter, and only a few feet deep.

"Must have been one small meteor" she thought. As the dust stttled, she noticed

a small red glowing object at the center, only the size of a small marble.

Peculiar, she thought. It should not have survived impact. At that moment the

small red object in the crater flared to a brilliant red blinding light. Wendy

covered her face again with her arms. She felt something go through her. Heat,

and not heat. Solid, and not solid. Even though she faced the object, she could

feel the sensation all the way through her body. The lighht and heat penetrated

her arms to touch her face. And just as quickly as the flare began, it died back

down. She lowered her arms slowly, just in time to see the last of the red glow

die from the object. I t turned completely black, then crumbled to dust. The

reality was slowly starting to settle in on her. "OH, NO" she thought to

herself. "I just took a massive dose of radiation."  She had a strange

sensation, several actually. Every nerve in her body was on fire. She was

experiencing vertigo.  As she was trying to take it all in, she heard someone

yell behind her  "Over here. It landed over here!" She swung around to see

several people approaching rapidly. The first two arrived, and one of them

panting hard, asked her "Did you see it hit?" Still reeling, she answered yes,

but......several more people approached. She said a few disoriented words, but

she noticed that they were not looking at the impact crater. They were looking

firmly as her. "What are you staring at?" she inquired. No one answered. She

asked again "What?" The look of alarm on their faces bothered her, as well as

her own sick stomach. Radiation, she thought. Finally, one of them, a smaller

Asian guy, slowly said to her, "Miss, you're....... you're glowing. Glowwing

RED!" Wendy lifted her arms slowly. He was right. Her arms glowed a definite

red. A taller sandy haired man said "We better get you to a hospital. Who

knows.............." His voice trailed off. Wendy was awash with a new

sensation. The tingling sensation was intensifying, and now she felt some kind

of floating or flying sensation. She tried to focus her eyes. It was true! She

was starting to float above the other people there. She was above their heads!

Just then, she lost her balance and stumbled a little bit, but then righted

herself. But the thoughts were racing through her head. She looked down at her

feet. They were still attached to the earth. She looked back up at the people.

She was defineately over their heads. The realization hit her fast. SHE WAS

GROWING!

She tried to comprehend what was going on. Tried to take in her surroundings.

Her nerves were on fire. She was dizzy. Sensations of vertigo. She had the

presense to look around her. The people were scattering. Some were just plain

running away from her. Others were backing up more slowly, watching her as they

moved away.  She tried to do some quick calculations, but the world around her

was spinning. She looked down at her body. What ever was happening to her, her

clothes were expanding at the same rate as her body. 'How can that be?' she

thought to herself? She looked up just in time to see that she was topping the

stand of trees that she was in. In only a moment,she was looking over them, out

onto the city lights of New Alanis. She tried to put some comprehensive thought

into it all, but the sensations were overwhelming. She was fighting just to keep

her balance. None of this seemed real. How could this be? I'm growing to giganic

size. I AM BECOMING A GIANT! That really did not sound real to her. I have to be

dreaming, or someone slipped me something, or.........And then the sensation

started to subside. Her ears popped. The dizziness faded. The vertigo, no that

was still with her. Her nerves ceased to tingle.  Slowly, her senses came back

to her, and the reaization hit her hard. She looked around. It was like standing

on top of a very tall skyscraper. But she looked down. Those were her feet

planted firmly on the ground. She looked more closely. Her feet had snapped or

mowed down a large number of the trees in the stand.  She looked out accross the

city. Everything was below her. Nearby, MacArthur Boulevard ran by, and to her

it looked like a bunch of matchbox cars moving by. This was a strange

sensation.  Her senses were rushing back on her at an alarming speed. This was a

lot to take in so quickly. The thought crossed her mind; " How will everyone

receive me? How will I be percieved?" The answer came sooner than she realized.

Mighty Wendy

Chapter 4

Wendy looked below her, found the largest, most open grassy area of the park.

"No people there' she thought. She lifted her foot and took a step, into the

open area. A couple of picnic tables were in the way. She crushed them

underfoot, and her weight sank her into the grass some.  'At this size, how can

I even stand, much less walk?' she thought to herself.  She did not have any

real time to ponder the mysteries that had just been thrust upon her. The grassy

area gave her a chance to see what was around her feet, but unfortuneately, it

brought her much closer to MacArthur. A major thouroughfare, even at this hour

it was flowing with traffic. Or, it WAS flowing with traffic. Obviously, she had

been spotted. Traffic was careening into each other. Accidents were too numerous

to count, and every passing second brought a new one. People were running, no

doubt screaming with panic at the sight of her, but she was just too large and

tall to hear anything clearly at strees level. She looked out over the city. Her

senses were clearing now. She could not help but think to herself that all she

had to do was start walking, and cars, buildings, people,...... she stopped

herself. Yes, people would become victims. She looked down at the city that lay

at her feet. People were running madly away from her. Like some kind of monster

movie. But this is real! And she is the monster! She picked out one person

running, a man. She tried to mentally trade places with him. Her eyes followed

him. What if it was him up here, and that was me running for my life? Would I

know what kind of person he was? Would he just start stepping onto this city at

his feet like some kind of toys to be crushed......she shuddered. It would be

all too easy to fall into that train of thought. She looked closer to her feet.

There were the houses and residential area between herself and MacArthur. Only a

few blocks, but still peoples homes. They looked like small versions of her

dollhouses. Wendy focused her eyes on two people. They were obviously elderly.

The woman was walking with great difficulty, and her husband would not leave her

side, but he would look up at her. Even from her height, she could see the

terror in his eyes. Just then, another person, a younger man who also had his

eyes fixed on her, and not watching where he was going, ran right into this

couple, slamming them to the ground. He got back up and started running again,

leaving the elderly couple lying on the street. "That's it!" she muttered to

herself . The feelings of immense power were overpowered by feelings of sympathy

and remorse. She muttered under her breath "I will not become history's worst

mass murderer!" She also thought to herself  'I've got to stop this panic

somehow.'  She crouched dowm on her feet, and she reached out her hand and

extended her index finger, placing it in the path of the fellow who just knocked

down the elderly people. He froze where he stood. "You. look up here." He didn't

move a muscle. She pondered her next move from his vantage point. A finger

larger than a semi truck just blocked his path. What would I do? How would I

react? She softened her voice and said "Please?"  He slowly turned and looked up

at her. Again, even at her size, from her vantage point, she could see that he

was trembling, almost uncontrollably. With the softest, most reassuring voice

she could muster, she said "First, I am not going to hurt you.  Do you 

understand?" He did not move. Again she said, "I won't harm you. Do you

understand?" Slowly he nodded in the affirmative. "Good. Now, do you see the

elderly couple at the other end of the block? The ones you ran into ?" Again, he

nodded yes. "Good. Go back and help them." She withdrew her hand, hoping that 

not blocking his exit might put him a little more at ease. He started walking

back towards the elderly couple, but he kept his eyes fixed on Wendy, maybe

assuming she would still hurt or kill him. Wendy looked at the elderly couple

now. The man was looking up at Wendy, fear in his eyes. Wendy spoke softly to

him , "Your wife, is she hurt?" He nodded yes. Wendy's heart sank. She spoke

again, "Do you live here? In one of these houses?" She pointed at some homes

closer to her feet. He nodded yes. By then the young man hag come back to them.

"First, this nice guy is going to apologise for knocking you both to the ground.

"   She did not chastise him. Who could know how anyone would react if

confronted with a giant, a creature up until now confined to stories and

mythology. "Next, he will help you both back to your home, so she can be taken

care of.  " The three of them looked up at her. the woman in pain, and all three

had fear written across their faces. "I won't pretend that I  know what I must

look like from your vantage point down there." she tried to make her voice as

soft and friendly sounding as she could, "but please believe me. I am not going

to hurt you. I will not smash your houses, or destroy your neighborhood. " The

text did not even sound real to her.?  'Smash your houses?'  Surreal. She

continued, "I have to stop this panic. Your home is the safest place to be .

Please go back. I will not harm you." The two men picked up the woman by the

arms, and slowly made their way towards a house that was very near Wendys right

foot . No wonder they took off. Her giant foot was practically across the street

from their house. She looked around.  Car wrecks were everywhere. People were

running panic-stricken away from her. Some how, she had to stop this, or a lot

of people were going. To ger hurt. But how?  At that she looked off to her

left.  Police cars were making their way toward her. 'At last, '  she thought to

herself.  'Maybe now we can get the situation under control, and I can convince

the city that I am not a threat.

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