A/N- Hi, I've been trying to rewrite this for a couple of months now, but I haven't been able to make it past the first couple of chapters without rage quitting. This is from my early writing days, so it's kinda embarrassing to leave it up as it is...but I really haven't got a hundred hours of my life to spare on fixing it.

I've decided to run the old version past Grammarly and republish it. Then I'm just gonna let it exist. For the people who like it.

I know this is bad. You know this is bad. Lets know this is bad, together.

-Shayni





Intimidation is an art form.

"What're you looking at!?" I demanded, hands on hips.

And I, Maddison Tramph, am its master.

Cocking my head with a leer, I asked. "You want a fight?"

My victim remained silent, cowering in terror.

Ha, should have thought twice before you shoved that dirty look in an envelope, pasted on a cute sticker and sent it my way.

With an amused smirk, I raised my fists in challenge.

"Alright then! Come at me! Or are you-"

The kitten swiped me with its paw, knocking me flat in an instant.

Turns out, intimidating the family pet when you're five inches tall is not as easy as one might think.

After a moment of stunned silence, most of which was spent contemplating my new station in life.... and maybe trying to catch my breath a little, I laughed evilly into the thick carpet.

"You think you're tough, don't you kitten puff?" Grinning madly, I staggered back up to my feet.

It was going to take more than one swipe from an elephant-sized kitten to make me back down...

Undeterred from the instant KO, I raised my fists again, ready for round two.

After all, idiots don't know the meaning of surrender, or how to recognise the signs of internal bleeding.

No problem.

"Good thing too. " I shifted menacingly towards the adorable killing machine. "I needed a new fur coat."

With a battle cry, I leapt at the kitten, wrapping my arms around its neck to strangle the fluffy grey creature to death.

The feline sat there, me hanging from its neck, and started to lazily lick its paw.

For an instant, I wondered, was this animal actually just... Humouring me...?

No.

Cats don't have the capacity to humour people.

If anything, I am being mocked. My eyes narrowed.

Playtime is over.

Before I had a chance to unleash my wrath on the unsuspecting kitten, I felt the warmth of two large fingers pinch my waist, lifting me up and away from my prey.

Because where there are giant kittens, there are giant humans.

Suppressing a panicked yelp, my hands scrambled to clutch at the fingers holding me suspended above the ground.

The ride up was brief, and I soon found myself hanging level with a pair of eyes the exact same shade of green as my own.

They were not amused.

"Maddison, could you please stop.... picking on Mr Twinkle?" My younger brother Devin asked like the G-rated words pained him, and though his tone was polite, his eyes glared at me reproachfully. "You're upsetting Monica."

I silently gulped, trying not to let how distinctly uncomfortable I was feeling enter my expression.

My vision may have been limited to the thirteen-year-old boy's giant gaze alone, but Devin was all too capable of seeing everything. Expression, body language, he could probably feel my tiny heart beating against his fingers.

It was a disadvantage I was seriously beginning to dislike.

Trying to ignore the fact that I was hanging relatively sixty feet from the floor by nothing more than my little brother's fingers, I gave Devin a defiant glare, crossing my arms over my chest. Like a child, daring their parent to make them behave.

From Devin's eyes alone, I could tell that he was fine with that method.

In fact... I was pretty sure he preferred it...

Giving in with a scowl, I sent one last scathing look at my furry enemy.

Instead of acknowledging my passionate hatred, Mr Twinkle had proceeded to lick himself in a more private location, which really spoke levels about his opinion of me.

I then moved my attention down to Monica, the little girl clinging to Devin's leg far below me, her heart-shaped face looking up at me tearfully.

Like always, my grumpy attitude melted in the presence of the three-year-old's pleading gaze.

"Don't cry, sweetheart." I pleaded, frustrated that I was too small to give her a hug. "I was just playing with Mr Twinkle. Okay? Look he isn't hurt at all."

Right on cue, Mr Twinkle began to yowl in agony, as if the evil little jerk knew exactly what I had been saying.

"Oh, shut up!" I snapped, anger instantly flaring back up. "Before I come down there and rearrange your fuzzy butt with...!"

Before I could get into an in-depth rant about the effects I intended to inflict on the kitten anatomy, Devin's fingers gave my waist a gentle squeeze.

Warning me to shut up.

I glanced at Monica to see her little lips trembling, and her green eyes welling with tears.

Great, now I'm the bad guy.

Devin sighed, suddenly shifting his fingers around me until I sat in the palm of his hand. Squawking like an unsettled parrot, I tried to resist clinging to the giant hand as it moved beneath me, lowering me from Devin's face.

With one last irritated look down at me, Devin crouched next to Monica, softly patting her golden curls with his other hand. "It's alright Mon. You know Maddy doesn't mean to yell, she's just feeling a little grumpy because she's small."

I bit my lip, resisting the urge to snap at the condensing words as the little girl nodded gravely, biting her lip as she pushed back her tears.

My strong little angel.

She glanced at me shyly, where I sat cross-legged in my own little brother's hand, my eyes blurred by the loving mist of an older sibling. Noticing her attention, I straightened, trying to wipe the look of adoration off my face.

"You go give Mr Twinkle a cuddle, and I'll take Maddison into the kitchen to... cool off," Devin suggested cheerfully, and she nodded again.

With one last look at me, Monica bent to carry the small kitten off to her room.

I stared after her, wishing I could go with her rather than be dragged off to be lectured by Devin.

But even if I could escape my demon of a brother, I knew that the little girl was too afraid to even touch me now that I small enough to break.

Devin turned, making my head spin with the sudden movement.

With a grim frown, I watched his legs take giant steps as he walked us to the kitchen, moving slowly so that I wouldn't get motion sickness.

"You know, you're supposed to be learning how to control your temper." He muttered sourly, sounding more frustrated than actually angry.

I tore my gaze away from his feet to find him looking tiredly down at me.

Devin was a serious kid. Caring and sensible... But seriously scary when irked.

Probably came from spending his entire life tolerating an older sibling who was immaturity incarnate.

If there was one thing my bro hated more than me messing around and inevitably screwing up, it was me messing around when he was trying to help me fix the screw-up.

"I am controlling my anger." I sulked, crossing my arms and hunching inwards under his gaze. "By directing it at a chosen target."

Devin grumbled something under his breath like he was dealing with an argumentative two-year-old and not his seventeen-year-old elder sister.

As we entered the kitchen, he placed his hand on the counter, allowing me time to climb off at my own unsteady pace.

The moment I got my feet beneath me; he looked down at me with his arms crossed.

Under normal circumstances, this could be intimidating, but now...

Devin was huge.

It was looking up at a tower or a tall building from its base. Devin's expression, his posture, his hands. There was no way I could watch all of him at once.

Worse than overwhelmed, it made me feel vulnerable.

But it was going to take more than one glare from a giant little brother to scare this girl into obedience. Probably not all that much more, but still.

I wasn't afraid of him. There was no way I was going to let Devin think I could be frightened of him.

Eyes furious, I promptly gave the giant boy the middle finger. "What the hell do you think you're doing to a lady Devin? Sit down or something so I don't strain my neck looking at you!"

After a moment of contemplating the obvious question of 'Is she serious?' Devin sighed. The tension leaking from his frame as he pulled a chair over from the table. Sitting it and himself down in front of the bench.

He was still huge, but I couldn't deny it was an improvement.

Running a hand through his golden curls, Devin sent me a look that I knew couldn't mean anything good.

It was the look every Tramph family member wore when they finally decided to address the elephant in the room, ask it personal questions and do their best to make the poor creature uncomfortable.

"What are you planning to do Maddison?" Devin asked worriedly, lacing his fingers under his chin. "The Shrink Program won't let you return to normal until they've seen a definite change in your behaviour. It's okay around the house, but how are you going to go to school at this size?"

I glared at him, annoyed that he was worried. I mean, this is me we're talking about here.

"It's fine." I declared, hands on hips. "I'll just... Go to school." I finished lamely, unable to even come up with an actual plan on how I was going to do so.

It was part of the Shrink program's requirements that I continue to attend school, even at this size. They normally organised an escort, but I hadn't exactly cooperated with that idea...

Because he wasn't an idiot, Devin didn't look even a little bit convinced.

We stared at each moment for a long moment, him patiently waiting for me to say something actually intelligent, and me stubbornly letting him know that you can't get blood from a stone.

The moment he gave up was obvious from the sudden sag of his shoulders.

"Well, luckily for you, I came up with a plan." Devin sent me a look as he sat back in his seat, one that said that he knew that I wasn't going to like this next part, but he had decided to do it anyway.

Instead of feeling relieved or grateful, my heart sank with dread.

This was going to be one of those I'd rather die plans, I just knew it.

Giving my brother a suspicious look, I raised my chin, as if daring Devin to go ahead, ruin my life.

"What Plan?" I growled, just before the doorbell rang.

Devin looked over his shoulder, towards the source of the sound, and then, with one last warning look at me, stood to get the door.

"I asked Vain for help." He said casually as he left the room.

I stood frozen on the bench. Because that's what happens to your body when your brain stumbles and falls flat on its face

I asked Vain for help.....

Vain.....

"You did what!?"