Special Report: The Light of Regression

Chapter 1
First Sighting: The Cheerleaders

Special Report: The Regression Light:

First Sighting:

The Cheerleaders

You sit in your house somewhere in the states, and turned on a TV and flips through the channels until you came across what happens to be a high school basketball match in the middle of a half time show. You settled on the channel and studied the eight cheerleaders, who were in the middle of some sort of routine.

The girls were all eighteen, except for a raven hair girl, who was sixteen. They all wore matching uniform of different shades of orange or yellow, and the face of a tiger on the front of the outfits. The outfits themselves weren’t anything to special; a two piece, short sleeve with the stomach expose, and the skirt a little shorter then normal, and when the girls kicked high, some of their underwear could be seen. Still, no one was complaining and that was enough for you.

“Alright, here we go, girls…The finale!” A girl with straight and long sandy blonde hair said cheerfully.

You thought that the blonde hair one was probably the head cheerleader, or whatever they were called, but that didn’t matter to you at the moment. Your whole attention was on the girls themselves as they pulled off their routines without any flaws. They ended their routine by lifting up the youngest, and probably the lightest, and giving her a powerful toss into the air. The raven hair girl did a mid-air kick split as she yelled out her team’s name which was lost on you.

The raven girl landed in front of her squad mates, and together, they threw up their pom-poms high into the air. The group caught their teammates’ pom-poms and held them in the air. The crowd went wild even you were clapping from this stunt. The wild cheering died down almost instantly when the lights started to flicker and went out a second later.

Suddenly, the lights came back on, brighter then ever. A round of gasp cut across the room, and whoever was controlling the camera quickly snapped the object up. What happened next stunned everyone, even you. Hovering high above the gym was a ball of pure light, about half the size of a basketball. The glow coming off of the object was a rainbow of lights, shifting colors every few seconds.

Everyone in the room, even you, who was watching this at your house, was a little awe-struck. It was breath-taking and a little mystifying to watch as the orb shift color in such a gracefully manner.

The orb suddenly hummed faintly, and before anyone knew what was happening, the object was floating around the room, shining a prism light down. The cameraman began to follow the mysterious object as it hovered over the crowd of the home team, bathing it mystifying light over them. Soon, the light passed over the crowd and the home team, and moved to the other side. It repeated the process with the opposing teams’ side, and then moved to the center were the eight cheerleaders were.

You noticed that the orb look like it searching among the lot, searching for what, though, you didn’t know, nor did you care. Your attention was on the orb and nothing else.

The orb hovered to the group of teenage females. The orb shined its light down on the girls, and it seems brighter then before. The mass of light stayed like that for nearly a minute, before it pulse and hum softly, it heavenly tone soothing, ever to you watching it on a TV set. The orb pulse once more, and to everyone’s surprise split into eight, smaller orbs, roughly the size of golf balls. Each orb glowed and pulse with a color of the rainbow.

That’s when things started to get crazy!

The eight orbs pulse in a near rhythmic beat, one after the other, and if one paid close enough attention, they would realize the beats sounded like soft heartbeats. The orbs then began to hover down, lowering themselves to the girls’ chest level. The orbs pulse one final time as they entered the girls, causing them to gasp softly. Shortly, the girls began to glow, softly enough that none of the female’s features weren’t hidden, but bright enough that it was still noticeable, outlining the girls in a color from the rainbow.

You leaned forward slightly in your chair, trying to get closer to the TV as the cameraman either got closer or used the zoom feature on the camera. The girls, while a little disturb by the light, were fine. That’s when it happened, when the viewer realized what was really happening to the group. They were getting smaller! No, they weren’t just getting smaller, they were getting younger too. The seven 18-year-olds were now 17, and quickly turning 16. The original 16-year-old was now 14.

You gasped, stood up and got closer to the screen. You noticed something about the lights that surrounded the girls. They were leaving behind an afterimage when the cheerleaders got younger; leaving behind a full detail drawing of what the teenagers looked like before they got younger. You practically put your face flat against your screen and began to study the soon-to-be-former-teenagers more thoroughly.

There was a pair of redheaded twin, one at each end. They were easy to tell apart from each other. The twin on the left has long hair and was tied into a short ponytail. The twin on the right has shorter hair but still long enough to have a large section covering her left eye. The twins’ hairs, however, wasn’t going stay in those styles for very long.

The hair on the right twin began to grow at a steady pace as the section covering her eye was lifted up, and pushed back, disappearing within the mass of red locks. You looked at the girl’s sister and noted that her hair didn’t grow out that much, but the ties that kept the hair in the ponytail disappeared, causing the hair to flow freely behind her. Next, the twin sisters’ hair began to twist itself. Soon, the hair had formed into twin pigtails, and ties appeared in the hair, keeping it secure as their hair came to rest against their backs.

The sisters, who was near 14, looked over at each other. Both were wearing matching expressions of shock and confusion, which didn’t last long. The two began to snicker and looked at their own hair, taking what was happening to them in surprisingly good humor. You cocked an eyebrow at this behavior, but just shrugged it off and continued to watch as the girls continued to grow younger.

You lazily looked at the group, taking in their appearance as they slip down to thirteen, and in one’s case, eleven. It was around this point that the cheerleaders’ bodies became to deconstruct. The girl started to loose their sharp figures, and slightly developed legs as their uniforms shrunk and changed to the stay on their bodies. You cocked another eyebrow, noticing an unusual girl toward the center lift. She was clearly an early bloomer; her figure was still impressive, despite being a 13-year-old again. However, it wasn’t the body of the girl that caught the viewer’s attention. No it was the short spiked, green bleached hairstyle, and the multi-ear piercing that had the caught your eye.

You wondered why the others would let some rebellious looking girl onto the team, even if she had impressive figure. Still, you shrugged it off after a moment and continue to watch the event unfold.

The early bloomer’s hair began to turn black as the bleach disappeared into thin air. The many earrings seemed to turn into water as they moved from her ears to her neck, and formed into a heart shaped pendent. The hairstyle, surprisingly, remained in tact, only slightly shorter.

You looked at the other four girls, taking in their appearance, and the changes that had happen to their hairstyles as they went from 13 to 12 and 12 to 11.

The head cheerleader, the one who spoke before the orb appeared, had long straight hair that went down past her shoulder blades before the change had started. Surprisingly, the hair hasn’t changed that much; it was only slightly shorter, and had two small ponytail on the side of the girl’s head. There was girl with short, strawberry blonde hair that has become quite the mob top. You remembered that a girl had short, tomboyish hair when she was eighteen. There was a black girl among the group, and her hair, which was shoulder length, and styled to have little spike points at the end was now shorter, but not by much, and didn’t changed that much either, it was just a little straighter now.

You looked the final member of the group, the youngest, who had just turned ten and notice that she was of Asian decent, probably Japanese. When she was sixteen her hair was long, nearly shoulder length, and had a purple dyed bangs, which had now vanished. The girl’s hair has now been styled into a small bun, which now rested on her skull.

You frown when it the camera zoomed out a little, and allowed a better view all the entire group of cheerleaders. They were young children, around 12 and 10, and lack the adult features they once had, and looked quite cute with their childish haircuts. It was around this time, that you noticed something off about the girl’s uniforms. The two-piece had, at some point during the change, fused into a single piece uniform. The sleeves were also a little longer and thicker. The skirt was also longer, nearing reaching the knees. And was more ruffled then before. Surprisingly, the pom-poms remain in the cheerleaders’ hands, and were shrinking to fit them perfectly.

You and everyone else watching this strange event notice as the girls continue to grow younger, their uniforms continue to change, become less like cheerleader’s uniforms, and something else entirely. The girls turned into 10 and 8 within minutes as their legs and arms got shorter, and small trances of baby fat began to appear. The girls’ face became slightly rounder and their eyes got slightly bigger as they went from 9 to 8, and 7 to 6. Finally, the girls went from 7 to 6, and 5 to 4, as their uniform continue to change, taking on a familiar shape of girl scouts’ uniforms.

The newly regressed group let a rhythmic gasp as the afterimages of the cheerleaders at various ages began to collapse, sliding into each other in rapid succession. The light flickered and went out as the last afterimages collapse into the girls. The light came back on a few seconds later, and everyone’s attention was on the court.

There, on the court were seven confused six-year-olds, and one four-year-old. The six-year-olds were dressed in daisy scouts uniforms, but with the colors of their old cheerleader uniforms. There was even a tiger on the front of the uniform, only morphed into a more cute cartoonish style. The cameraman zoomed in on the group and watched as the twin sister joined to together to get a better looked at each other. The girls have sashes, and even hats that completed the outfits. Surprisingly, the girls were still wearing high tops, only shrunk to fit their smaller feet.

The camera traveled over the group, and you realized that all the girls seem to be confused but not totally panicking over their problems. The camera soon came to rest on the youngest member of the group, and you see quite a sight. The four-year-old looked at her older friends sulkily, and then down at her own clothing. Surprisingly, she wasn’t dressed like a girl scout. Instead, the youngest of the group was wearing an orange sweater with a cartoon tiger face on it. She also wore a knee high wool skirt, and a pair of boots, no doubt for cold weather. Finally, a winter hat had appeared on the girl’s head, like the former sixteen-year-old was wearing it out of envy, due to her friends also wearing hats.

The sounds of snicker suddenly draw the camera away from youngest ex-cheerleader and wondered to the center of the group. The former head cheerleader was laughing softly and pointing at the sisters. This didn’t go unnoticed by the sisters, and they glared at their giggling friend.

“What’s so funny?” one asked, in rather cute manner.

“Yeah…” the other replied in the same manner.

It was overly cute, you would admit, and the sort of thing that you expect a child to say. This also caused the former leader to laugh that much harder as she doubled over and held her side. At this point things started to get really weird. The twin girls smiled a smile that one would expect a child to when they were up to no good. And just like a parent would expect, the twin took off running, and get beside their giggling friend. Before the former head cheerleader knew was happening, one of the twins grabbed her and playful wrestled her to the ground, pinning her with all of the weight her small body now had. The other twin then began to merciless tickling her, causing the former leader to laugh uncontrollable.

And with that simple act, the other ex-teenagers broke from their traces and began doing their own things, mostly talking among themselves. The camera once again moved through the group, until it rested on the youngest member, and who was still sulking. Soon, however the black girl noticed her sulking friend and skipped over to her. She whispered something into the four-year-old’s ear and before she could protest, the older girl grabbed her hand pulled her to her feet. Soon, the youngest member was with the rest, and talking about things that camera couldn’t pick up.

Suddenly the sounds of footsteps filled the space behind the camera and the one controlling the item began to move. Others came into view and starting to make their ways to the former cheerleaders. They were probably family member of the cheerleaders-turned-girl-scouts, and just before the cameraman turned his attention else were, the camera caught a redhead adult woman walked up to the twins and take them by the hand. The person the controlling the camera came to a stop at the youngest member of the former cheer squad and bent down as the girl looked at the person, frowning sourly.

The person needed to reposition the camera, as the girl was picked up, and for the first time you get a good look at the person behind the gear. The person was a man, in his late thirties, and shared many features with the girl he was picking up, and it was safe to assume that he was the father of the poor girl.

With his girl now with him, the man turned and looked at the group, which has broken apart. Some returned to stand to continue watching the game and some where in the process of leaving, only to be stopped when their pint-sized daughters said something, and soon returned to their seats. The cameraman also returned to his seat, and a woman was kind enough to make room for the former sixteen-year-old to sit.

The game started back up shortly after that, but it was clear that neither team were to focus on the game itself. The players of both teams would sometimes looked at the stand were the former cheerleader now sit. Needless to say, the coaches of both teams needed to yell at their players to get their heads in the game, even if the coach of the opposing team did look in the direction of the regressed cheerleaders from time to time.

Soon, a noise alerted the cameraman and turned his item into the direction of the noise. The seven six-year-olds were doing a cheer, with their mini pom-poms that they had somehow manage to keep. They were trying to do their routine from earlier, but were stopped by their family members, mainly because they were in a crowded area. The man moved his camera and looked at his daughter when heard her whimper. The girl was looking at her friends sourly as they perform their childish cheer.

You realized at the moment what was happening to the youngest of the group of regressed girls. She was feeling a sense of longing, the kind that only a child could feel when they felt like they were left out of something fun. Thankfully, the father noticed this as well, and urged her to go to her friends. The four-year-old hesitated for a moment before joining her friends, and though the camera didn’t catch it, you got a feeling that the man was smiling.

The scene faded to black after that, and was replaced with large news center. The camera then focused on the center, where three people were currently sitting; a woman, a man, and older man, in that order. The viewer studied three people on the TV, trying to take in as much as possible.

The woman was about 26, and looked quite nervous, her green eyes constantly gazing at the papers in her hands. It was clear this was probably her first time doing something like this. She has fine skin, and had brown hair with a few blonde highlights, expose thanks to the position of the room’s lights. She was wearing a whitish gray power suit, with a simple red blouse under it.

Next to her was her co-host, who was about a year older then the female, and wore a navy blue suit. His black hair was well kept and slick back with a hint of gel in it. His red eyes shine with a deep level of experience, clearly showing that he wasn’t as green as the woman next to him.

The final member of the group was clearly not part of the news crew. He was in his late fifties to early sixties, and wearing a whitish gray suit coat with patched worked elbows, over a black turtleneck. His hair, which was a light shade of gray with some hint of white in it, was short and combed to the right. Finally, his blue eyes were covered by a pair of red framed glasses.

The young man looked at his papers in his hand for a moment and then looked at the camera, putting on a professional smile. “Good evening, and welcome to channel 37’s special report on the mysterious object that people are calling the light of Youth. I’m your loyal anchorman, James Deveraux, and to my left are world renowned professor Edward Nine and foremost leading researcher on this unusual phenomenon. Good you have you have professor,” the anchor said calmly.

The professor nodded in the newsman direction and said in a controlled voice,” Thank you for having me, Mister Deveraux.”

The newsman nodded and looked back at the camera. “And we at Channel 37 would like to say a warm welcome to my new co-host, Daisy Nancy.”

The camera was trained on the girl as she looked down at the desk, trying to hide the blush that was spreading out across her face. “H-Hello.” the girl said, acting like some shy school girl.

The camera stayed on the new anchor for a few second before turning back to the male anchor. Once he was sure that the camera was back on him, James smiled and began to talk, again, in a professional manner.

“The video you just saw was the first known recording of the mysterious object that first appeared five years ago. In this hour long special, we will look over all of the footage we were provided and see first hand how this orb had affected the lives of various people.”

“Hmm…one hour,” you muttered dryly, turning back around and returned to the chair hidden by the shadows of the room. “It’s not like I have anything better to do tonight.”