As Becka growled at the shaking, frightened Robert, Amanda stayed low and crawled quickly to the desk, keeping one eye on Becka. She reached up and snagged the gun, turned quickly and fired it at Sharon.

Becka grumbled as she looked at the wriggling Robert. “It’s apparent that I’m just too strong for you to give me either pain or pleasure. You’ve become worthless to me, except as a tiny pet. And….”

Becka’s attention turned quickly as she felt a slight tingle, much weaker than she had felt earlier, but it was still the unmistakable feeling of power flowing into her. She turned to see Amanda holding the gun and sitting back against the wall on the other side of the desk.

“What are you mental? You think that the radiation will affect you before it heads into me? You’re only making me stronger.”

Amanda looked at the angry Becka with concern, but continued to hold down on the trigger. Becka took a step toward Amanda, but before she could reach her the sound of ripping clothes pulled her attention away and over toward her sister. Her growing, angry sister.