Samantha turned to Joseph and said, "Wait here. I'll deal with her." She took off in pursuit of the fat girl, who had started running towards the gas station and McDonald's, if her high-speed waddling could be considered running. Despite the fat girl's head start, Samantha caught her less than a minute later, yanking her back by the hair. The fat girl cried out as she toppled to the ground, leaving a tress of red hair in Samantha's hand. Samantha tossed the hair aside and then held up the pair of wire cutters she's used on the little boy.
The fat girl, tears in her eyes, held up both her hands in a feeble attempt to defend herself. "Samantha, please, don't do this," the fat girl whined.
"You asked for it, both of you, trying to interfere with our plans." She brought the wire cutters down on the fat girl's left arm, the one she had nearly broken earlier. Samantha stifled the fat girl's scream by clamping a hand over her mouth. "You aren't going to take Joe away from me. You aren't going to take our life away. You or your dorky little brother. This time I'll make sure you two stay asleep."
The fat girl bit her fingers. When Samantha jerked her hand back, the fat girl rolled up to her feet. "His name is Wendell and he's not my brother," she said. She tucked her useless left arm against her chest, holding out the other to ward off Samantha. "He loves you and you don't care. You almost killed him."
"The little jerk deserves whatever he got. He should have left Joe and I alone." Samantha kicked the fat girl in her ample stomach, but something was wrong. The pig should have gone down in a heap, rolling around in agony. Instead, she merely grunted and stumbled back a step.
"Samantha, please, you have to stop this. He's done something to you, like what he did to us. You have to fight against it." Samantha kicked the fat girl again, this time a roundhouse kick to the face. The fat girl shook it off. "This isn't you, Samantha."
"How would you know who I am? How do you know anything about me?" This time, determined to knock the fat girl over, she tackled her, the two of them falling in a heap. Samantha recovered first, straddling the fat girl and then punching her in her lying mouth. "You don't know anything!"
"You're my best friend," she said. "We were like sisters back on Eternity. Don't you remember?"
"Shut up!" Samantha slapped the fat girl across the face. "I'm not your friend or your sister. You're a fat, disgusting slob. That's all you are."