Sarah turned around to find a preteen girl walking defiantly down the hall. Her eyes were filled with anger and she was full of rage with what Sarah had done. While other students were fleeing in fear this little girl was walking closer to the evil she-witch.
"Sarah! Listen to me." the young woman said. "I will give you one chance to hand the rock over before I am forced to take it from you by force."
Sarah only laughed at this request. "Tell me little girl, how do you plan to take the rock from me? I have unimaginable powers while you are a weak shell of a human being. Go home and play with your barbies, or I will turn you into one."
The little girl just gave Sarah a look of defiance and said "Go ahead. Make my day Beotch." Sarah held up the rock and responded "Ok, don't say I didn't warn you. I wish this little girl in front of me were a barbi doll." Sarah, so confident just a few seconds before was at a loss for words when nothing happened. She frantically said the wish again, and yet again, but each time nothing happened.
"Wondering why nothing is happening?" the little girl said with a smirk on her face. "See I used to own that there rock before Jon did. In fact I gave it to him. I'm his grandfather, or at least I used to be before the rock turned me into this child. I knew the wishes could never be reversed, but instead of trying to use other wishes to manipulate my situation I decided to cut my losses and live my life as a little girl. Its not much, but it beats being a barbi doll. Anyway, before I gave the rock to Jon I wished to be immune from the transformation powers of the ring. So you see, you can't turn me into anything else, so you might as well give up."
For a second it seemed as if Sarah was ready to comply. But just as Grandpa's hopes were getting up an evil smile came across Sarah's face. "Hey old timer, you know in the James Bond movies where the villains almost kill James and then they tell him their plans, only to have James escape and stop them. Well old man you just made the same mistake. See I don't have to change you, I just have to stop you. I wish that grandpa over there were in a prison cell."
With those words the groud under grandpa's feet began to shake and the tiles began to crack. Steel bars pushed up through the floor and stoped only when they reached the ceiling. Grandpa was obviously suprised, but he did not hesitate in warning Jon. "Jon, I'm down. It's up to you. You must stop her."
Sarah was delited to hear that Jon was here. "John, that was a nice try. You almost got me. Now however It is time for you to pay. I'm assuming that you are already a buxum bombshell for trying to interfer with me, so I guess I need to be a little more sever with you. Why don't you come out and face me woman to woman?"
