"Oh god, Oh god, Oh god," Cheryl kept repeating into her own hands while locked in frozen wide eyed panic listening to Jimmy scream. Suddenly everything went quiet. Cheryl pried her eyes away from Jimmy's armless shoulders and looked up into eyes brimming with hate.
"I'm going to kill you bitch," Jimmy said with a quietly deadly voice.
"I didn't mean to! It was an accident," Cheryl pleaded. "I can fix it. Please Jimmy! I can fix it. Promise me you won't hurt me. Promise! You have to promise!"
Jimmy seethed in silence for an uncomfortably long time. Finally in a slow voice totally devoid of inflection or humanity, Jimmy declared, "I promise that after you fix this, I will walk out of here and never harm you."
Cheryl may have been frightened, but she wasn't stupid. She knew Jimmy well. She knew he would keep his word. She also knew that she was as good as dead after Jimmy walked out of her house. Jimmy had many unsavory acquaintances. She didn't know exactly how it would happen, but she knew her life would be measured in hours. Still, she couldn't bring herself to try to use the power of the amulet to destroy Jimmy, even with her own life in the balance.
Jimmy stood scowling in a mixture of silent terror and rage. Terrified that he would remain armless, but determined that one way or another, he would make the bitch pay. When Cheryl closed her eyes in apparent concentration, Jimmy almost took the opportunity to plant a kick that would kill her. He wanted to so badly, but something was happening. Ghostly arms were forming and moving. In little more than a second, the arms, his arms, were solid and real. Jimmy got in one satisfying flex before he realized that the room was getting bigger. Everything was getting bigger, except his newly restored arms, they were pale and scrawny.
"What are you doing? I'll kill you," Jimmy screeched in a high pitched voice as he looked up at Cheryl. Up? "What the hell?" Jimmy looked down at himself and saw two huge breasts, swollen tight and practically resting on an immense belly that was still expanding as he watched. Then like a pop up thermometer in a roast chicken, his belly button sprang out. Intending to rush across and attack Cheryl, despite the fact that she now towered over him, Jimmy barely managed to waddle a couple of steps before an incredible pain stopped him in his tracks.
Cheryl saw that the chain around Jimmy's neck was now plain steel with a shapeless gray rock pendant. As Jimmy screeched in pain, the 911 operator came on line.
"911. What's your emergency?"
"A crazy naked pregnant woman just ran into my house and began ranting. I think she's in labor. Please hurry!"
"An ambulance and the police have been dispatched. They should be there in three minutes. Are you in danger?"
"No, she's not capable of physically threatening me, or anyone for that matter. The door's not locked, just come right in. I'll keep her from hurting herself." Smiling, Chery hung up the phone and watched the show.
"You bitch! I'll ... Ahhh Eeeee!"
"I hope the ambulance gets here quick. You're contractions are only about two minutes apart and those twins are going to be messy.
