Now that you've purposely killed people, there's no going back. Not that you would anyways. For many years, you've felt a clear sense of superiority over everyone you've met. After all, you were tall, athletic, intelligent and exuded a confident charm. But now, as you tower over the many houses of your neighbourhood, that sense of superiority has been magnified to new heights.
You stretch your arms into the sky, and quickly feel a warm sensation against the back of your hand. You look up in slight confusion and see the remnants of a passenger plane falling toward the ground below. There was an airport nearby, and your sudden growth and subsequent stretching high into the air probably caught the pilots completely off-guard. Amazing, you think to yourself. You've just ended the lives of a few hundred people or so, without any conscious effort! While a slight feeling of remorse faintly echoes in your mind, it quickly evaporates once the wrathful pride kicks in. Why should you feel sorry for a bunch of tiny fucks anyways? At your size, they resemble little more than fleas, barely even noticeable and not worth your concern. Their lives are yours to end as you please.
With that particularly cruel thought enveloping your mind, you tentatively take your first stride towards the city centre. To the people screaming in utter fear on the ground, your movement seems wrong, violating their subconscious sense of physics in the world. To see something so large, move as quickly and easily as you do, only reinforces the image of you as some otherworldly monstrosity. Panic has engulfed all onlookers, who witnessed your casual decimation of the passenger plane moments ago. And now, those same onlookers are enveloped in the shadow of your quickly approaching trainer, the grooves of the sole already filled with the debris of crushed houses and their inhabitants. They barely have time to utter a cry before your foot decisively renders their bodies to flattened messes of blood and viscera, embedding them deep into the cracking road, a mixture of black tar and crimson entrails. And, as soon as your apocalyptic foot descended, it once again rises into the heavens as you continue your journey.
All this transpires to your great delight. You relish in the feeling of stomping houses flat. The sensation of them literally imploding is way more enjoyable then you'd thought it would be! You make sure to aim your steps to the most densely-populated areas, and are rewarded with some extra crunchy steps. After a few small (to you) steps, you arrive on the outskirts of the city centre. Here, the larger skyscrapers rise only as far as your shins, utterly pathetic at your new height. However before you wreak havoc, you want to get a bit more personal with some of these fucks. Crouching down, you scan over the surrounding streets and alleyways, looking for some toys to break. To the denizens, your expanding torso fills them with greater fear, knowing that you are growing closer to them. Suddenly you spot something of interest, a red car, maybe a people carrier, but at this size, it's not exactly easy to discern. Reaching out, you grasp the tic tac sized object between your fingers, along with a few stragglers, who are unceremoniously pinned to the sides of the vehicle. You draw your prisoners towards your face, rising from your crouched position as you do. Unfortunately, the quick ascension proves to be too much for one of the people trapped by your fingers, and they fall from your grip, quickly descending until they smash atop another vehicle, eviscerating their body completely. Oh well, you have plenty more to mess with!
Finally, you drop your captives onto your other, outstretched palm. Another person is killed, as you failed to consider the effect dropping a car laden with people on a person would have, but eventually, you count 5 people and what appears to be a family in the car. You gaze upon this group with a mixture of superiority at your mightiness over them and disgust for how they resemble insects. There are 2 women and 3 men, along with what appears to be a mother, father and teenage son and daughter screaming at you in terror within the confines of their car.
"You, in the car. Get out now, or else", you boom, causing the others to cover their ears. Doors fly open, as 3 timid people crawl out onto your fleshy palm. The 4th, the teenage son in the back, stays trapped in the car. Unbeknownst to you, your handling of the vehicle had damaged his seatbelt, and he was unable to unlock it to escape. This only sparks an idea to your mind, and you quickly grasp the vehicle between your fingers again, raising it up to the screams of his family members. You peer inside to look at the boy through the door window, tears streaking down his face as he desperately tries to free himself. Not on your watch, you think to yourself callously. Slowly, you open pressure with your nails to the car's chasse, taking immense glee as it buckle under the pressure. Inside, the tormented teen watches on as his vehicle begins to close in around him, closing his eyes. With a decisive push, you purposely truncate the car in two letting the two pieces fall back onto your palm. His parents scream as they watch their son from your other hand, now free from his confinement due to your actions, fall onto the skin of your palm. It feels strange, like tiny insects, crawling on your hands, and you suppress the urge to simply smear them against your t-shirt. You have something far more cruel in mind.
The boy gathers his bearings, enough to look over to his terrified family, separated by a fall that is hundreds of metres high. Relief washes over him briefly, as he waves back, before he is quickly crushed to paste beneath one of your fingers, to the sudden shock of his parents and sibling. You had always intended to crush him, but wanted to have a little fun first, as you turn your attention back to his family, crying in anguish at the unceremonious death of their son. The onlookers are likewise terrified, as they all wait apprehensively for your next action.
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