Robert howled as the beam struck him. He knew right away he was shrinking. Instead of the overwhelming rush of power he was used to from the gun he felt pain instead. Amanda let go of him and gave him a shove towards his parents. Groggy from the chokehold and disorientented from the guns blast he tripped and fell sprawling at his parents feet. By the time he managed to get back to his feet he was looking up at his father. He moaned with dismay as his father seemed to loom taller and taller over him. "No," Robert howled, "it's not fair! It's not..." Roberts head rocked back as his father punched him hard.

Robert was the size of a scrawny fourth grader and still shrinking. He scrunched his now gaunt body into a ball as he cringed away from his angry father, raising a stick thin arm up to protect his face. Tears were rolling down his face, tears of pain, tears of frustration and anger, tear of fear.

"We're going to have a long lesson on fair son. A lesson I should have gave you a long time ago apparently."

"No, you can't. Mom, you can't let him do this!" Robert shrieked as his father punched him again. His mother crossed her arms and looked at her son with a cold distant expresion on her face. He twisted back to his sister, "You bitch, I'll get you for this. I'll make you fucking pay."

She smirked and flexed her bicep hard, she was still slowly growing and the massive peak quivered as she tensed it hard enough to make every vein stand out. "I don't think so because..."