TINKERBELL 'GROWS' UP

PART 4

by chuckiboo

TinkerBell ©Disney.

Running into the gymnasium, Belle was absolutely shocked at the sight that beheld her. That big knucklehead Jerome had her beloved Mike pinned against the wall-collapsed bleachers, feet dangling a foot and a half off the floor. Her anger surged at seeing her boyfriend in this position, against his will. As she entered the doorway, the two goons that took Mike, came from either side, and grabbed Belle by either arm, carrying her 180 pound hidden muscular frame further into the recreation area. Jerome turned his head, at the same time keeping Mike pinned to the bleachers. He grinned evily.

"I knew I'd get your attention," he said as his deep voice boomed across the hollow room. "You don't deserve this wimp, you deserve me."

Belle cocked her head in an odd manner. "Is that what's this about?"

"Not just that, but this boy is crazy." She can tell he was talking out of his head. Mike had enough energy to say something.

"Get outta here, Belle!" he cried. Jerome jerked his head back to face the young man.

"Shut up!" as he applied a forceful slap to his right cheek.

"MIKE!" She cried, as tears formed in the wells of her eyes. He then gave her a hard, vile stare.

"If you want to see him survive, break up with him, now!"

The two guys tightened their grip on her arms, though they started to notice how hard they were becoming. The anger inside Belle was burning hotter than lava now. Then she spoke.

"I value Mike more than you ever know," saying in a deep soprano tone, echoing across the gym ceiling.

"So that means you're still with him?"

"Yes. Do what you want, and you will pay."

Grinning evily, he reverted his attention back to Mike.

"You heard what the lady said."

And with that, Jerome did the unthinkable, that literally sent Belle's rage over the edge. Balling his fist, he punched Mike in the left eye socket so hard, the deafening sound of cracking bone could be heard throughout the gym floor, as the left side of his face was covered in blood. Jerome basically caved in Mike's socket, and in the process, destroyed his eye.

Tears cascaded from Belle's closed eyes down her cheeks, as her whole body automatically tensed up, every muscle hardening. The guys noticed her skin heating up through her sweats, but still held her up. Then, their look turned to fear, as her face turned red, and opening her eyes, they were red as fire. They heard rips coming from her, the sweats tearing, in the arms and legs, as her muscles expanded under the cloth. The traps exposed themselves as the neck ripped some, as well as her wrists, and near her ankles. Veins, thick and small, were now visible everywhere, pumping blood throughout her body. Though she didn't bust out completely, it showed a good amount of vascularity and ripped muscle her beloved Mike, now unconscious in the big lumox's hand, helped build. The two guys held her near the ground, as they found themselves being picked up by the muscular beauty. Flexing her now 24" arms, she lifted each of the 200+ pound teens with little effort, and held them in midair.

When Jerome turned around after dropping Mike on the gym floor in a near lifeless, bloody heap, the first thing that came to him was shock. But being stubborn as he is, he couldn't pass up the chance to beat up a girl. His thought was 'if I can't have her, no one can', even if it means beating up the girl he was trying to get, to prevent her from going to anyone else. Without even thinking, Belle tossed the guys in either direction with such force, sending one into the neighboring wall, and another into a ball rack filled with basketballs. And just as sudden, her tear-stained, fire red eyes fixed on Jerome.

"I said do what you want, and you will pay," her soprano voice filled with cold rage, "you did, and now you will."

Jerome quickly got into a fighting stance, as Belle started to walk, then suddenly sprinted toward him, delivering a first punch to the left side of his face, dazing him. Standing before him, the muscle-filled beauty wasted no time in bombarding him with jabs, upper cuts and an array of punches that made the big tall jock stumble. Utilizing her magic as well, she disappeared and reappeared many times, as to keep him confused. Her intended goal is to bruise him very bad, but the anger inside her pushed it further, as to hurt him; Jerome never had a chance to throw a punch, while his red bruises were becoming blood stains; tears flew from Belle's beet red face, as she continued her relentless, rageous assault.

For minutes it went on. At this time, half the school was gathered inside the gym, watching this remarkable beatdown take place. Many knew that Jerome had it coming to him, but who would have thought a girl ends up taking him down. The school nurse went to tend to Mike in his gory unconsciousness and the principal dared not get too close. Slowed down, she had the captain of the football team on his knees, begging for mercy. Holding him by the collar, her small balled fist was prepared to deliver the final blow to put him out of commission, for what he did to Mike, and to others. Suddenly, a voice broke through her clouded fury.

'BELLE, STOP THIS NOW.'

Her eyes shot open, cleared of the red fire, as Jerome awaited his fate at the hands of this amazon. She backed off, releasing the girp on his collar while thrusting him to the floor, and slowly walked over to where her boyfriend laid. Battered and bruised, Jerome got up steadily, and was immediately confronted by the principal.

"Jerome Sands," he exclaimed, "you've caused enough trouble. This has gone too far."

As the police placed him in handcuffs and led him out, the focus turned to the young amazon comforting the man she loves. Cradling his fractured, gory face, her tears of rage were now tears of sorrow, as they cascaded down her peach colored cheeks. There was only so much her magic could do, and replacing an eye was way out of her league. And for Mike, his life will not ever be the same again.

After that lopsided fight, things happened in a blur, as he was rushed to a hospital with his injuries, Belle at his side. Peter, Sara and Ashley were there as the magical human explained her actions, and what transpired. For hours, they stayed in that waiting room, until the head surgeon came out with the results. Peter went back home with Belle, her not able to stand what happened, and to change her torn sweatsuit. By the time they returned, Mike was in recovery, and in a room. Due to the circumstances, the magical girl couldn't bare to see him in that condition, and refused to see her man. In the waiting room, she sat on the couch and cried silently.

A few weeks passed since that incident, and Mike was at home where he belonged. Though part of his face was bandaged, due to his left eye destroyed, he got around pretty good. Though his mom, dad and sister came to check on him, one special person was missing.

"Hey mom," he asked, "where's Belle?"

Sara frowned. "Still feeling sorry about what happened. She can't bear to see you like that."

Mike frowned as well. "I'm not mad at her," he said, "she stuck by her belief, and I got hurt. That's the least of it. If she hurts, I hurt."

"Come on," Sara added, "we need to go have your bandages removed."

And as they left out, Mike's head was filled with thoughts of his precious Belle. He prays that she'll be able to get over this soon.

At the hospital, they took the bandages off to see how Mike's face healed up from the surgery. And though he'll have to wear a patch over his left eye for the rest of his life, it was better than nothing. His wounds were cleaned, and as he and his mother left for home, he couldn't help but think about his love taking command of that situation and doing what she did. That made him smile. Coming home, Peter and Ashley were outside to greet him. But he soon walked past them, and went into the house, heading to the room of one particular person.

Arriving at her door, he took a breath and knocked.

"Who is it?" the voice asked softly.

"It's me," he said just as soft.

"Come in," she replied, as Mike turned the knob and walked in. She was sitting at her desk, head on the table laying sideways. Mike sat on the bed and waited.

"How are you?" she asked in a sad tone.

"I"m fine, but I won't be alright until you talk to me. I know I don't understand how you feel, but I want to understand you. Come to me, and let it out."

The tender words of her love hit Belle like a ton of bricks, as she lifted her head, tears suddenly filling her eyes. She then, in one fell swoop, rushed to the bed where Mike was and buried her face into his shirt-cladded chest, sobbing profusely. He rubbed her ripped back with his hand, soothing every tensed fiber and pulsating vein with his tender caress, in an attempt to comfort her.

As she cried, he had no idea how deep her pain went. For minutes, she released all what was in her, slightly feeling better. Lifting her head, she gave a small smile, eyes red from crying.

"Are you mad at me?"

Mike stared. "Am I supposed to be?"

Belle was startled. "But...you...he..."

"Belle, don't think for a second I'd be mad at you for standing up for what you believe in. I believe and trust in you to do the right thing, and you did. You did not give in to him, even when it meant me being hurt. I'm proud of you."

Belle gave a small smile. "Sorry for what happened..."

"No need to apologize," he said softly, caressing her hair, "I'm should be apologizing, for not telling you this."

"Let's not argue," she replied, wiping her face, "I'm just glad that you're okay. Though you no longer have an eye, you're still alive."

"Yeah," he replied, "plus you've put on some extra muscle as well!"

When Belle noticed Mike eyeing her figure, she gave a confused look. "Whadaya mean?"

"Come here," as he took her hand, and guided her to the bathroom scale. "Get on," he gestured, as she stepped on in nervousness. The digital readout automatically read an astonishing number.

"Wha-" Belle stuttered, looking down at the screen. "Two...hundred...twenty...five! T-t-that's how...much I...weigh?"

Even Mike was surprised, standing there wide eyed. "Whoa." he added, "that's what it says."

"I...wonder how."

"Might've been when your anger surfaced, and it grew your body as well."

Thinking back to when Queen Clarion told her about her new abilities and how they would manifest, it finally registered to her.

"I have become bigger..." glancing at Mike, "and it took you getting nearly killed to do it."

Her expression turned somber as she stepped off the scale, and wrapped her now large muscular arms around her boyfriend. When he heard sobbing again, he knew it got to her a second time. This feeling is one that will not leave, and it will be hard to avoid. Bringing her face visible to him, her eyes were once again red.

"I...love you...Mike..." through slurred speech, "I don't wanna see you hurt again..."

Mike's face softened as he saw Belle's true human nature surface, as he smiled, his remaining eye sparkling.

"You're fully a magical human now," he said softly, "my magical human. I love you, Belle, so very much."

"I...love you too," as they shared a kiss; sparkles surrounded them as the loving bond they shared was solidified through their love and the future holds for these two, no one knows. Only time can write the next chapter.