Lydia smiled in anticipation, as she gently placed her finger on the trigger. Just as she was about to release the energy into her body, she heard a rustling behind her. She quickly hid the gun behind her back and turned around to face whoever it was.

She saw it was Tracy and Jeff. If there were two people Lydia didn’t want to talk to right now, it was these two vapid morons. Lydia smiled the nicest smile she could muster and hoped they would leave her alone soon.

“Hey, Shorty,” Tracy said as she walked over to her tutor, Jeff’s arm resting on her shoulder. “You finish my homework yet?” Tracy was over a foot taller than Lydia, 5’11”, to be exact. She had a trim frame and full, C-cup breasts, with legs that went on forever. Tracy had always sort of drifted through school, too dense to grasp most of the subjects, but pretty enough to make some poor schmuck do her work for her. In fact, that’s how she met Jeff.

Jeff was a little over 6 feet, with wide shoulders. He wasn’t a jock by any means; still, he looked strong enough to take care of himself. The two had met in Detention one day after school. Tracy had been sent there for texting on her cell phone during class. Jeff, on the other hand, was there for staring a fight. He wasn’t a bad boy necessarily; he just hung out with the wrong people and was usually in the wrong place at the wrong time.

“Hey, what’s going on in there?” Tracy said, noticing her father lying unconscious on the floor and her mom and her aunt standing over him. “Is dad okay?”

Lydia hesitated. “Um… I don’t really…See, what happened was…” Damn it, how was she supposed to explain that her mom and Carly used to be seven and a half foot tall muscle giants, before she had drained them of their power, without sounding crazy?

“They’re…playing…charades..?” Lydia said, unconvincingly.

Tracy noticed something behind Lydia’s back. “What are you holding in your hands?”

Lydia started backing up, before bumping into the side of the house. “N-nothing.”

“Sure you don’t,” Lydia said, not believing her. “Jeff, see what she has back there.” Like an obedient little puppy, he did what he was told, advancing on the shorter girl. Jeff easily reached behind her back, grabbing the ray gun from Lydia’s hands.

“It’s a…gun,” Jeff said, surprised. “Looks like a toy gun.”

Tracy walked over for a closer look. “Wow, you’re right. What the hell are you doing with a toy gun?”

“Okay,” Lydia said, trying her best to lie. “Here’s what happened. I was about to walk back home, when I saw that gun lying in your bushes. I picked it up, thought my little brother might want it, so I decided to keep it.”

“Okay,” Jeff said. “Hey, mind if we use it?”

“Why would you want to use it? It’s a toy?” Tracy asked. “What are you, five years old?”

Jeff ignored her, instead looking down at the gun, noticing all of the different switches and dials on the handle. “This is a pretty sophisticated gun for a toy.”

“Oh, give it to me. Idiot.” Tracy yanked the gun out of his hands, accidently pressing the trigger as she did so.

Who did the gun hit?