Loud giggles could be heard across the fields, something that could be considered eerie to someone who didn't know any better, but to the young man and much of the townsfolk it was just a regular occurrence, much like the deep rumbles that shook the earth.
That's because everyone knew that SHE was coming. Lara Davis had always been a special girl: she was the biggest baby ever born in town, and while this was peculiar on its own it was just a taste of what was to come. In fact, the little girl continued to grow and grow, by age one she was as tall as her mother and by age three she had trouble staying inside the house... while crouching down.
Now she was 12 years old and paying her daily visit to her older brother. It was becoming rather monotonous so she thought of a little prank: she would come from the opposite side of the front door (where she presumed her brother would wait for her) so that she could 'sneak' up on him, hovering her foot over the house to scare him off.
As the young man waited for his sister to arrive, eyes still slightly chapped from having not quite adjusted to the light, he began to notice something strange.
All this time that he had been waiting, he had heard the rumbles get closer and closer. With each step that she had taken, the pictures of her in the living room got slightly more askew, and all the furniture began to bounce a little from each and every subsequent footfall. Heck, it had gotten to the point where he was beginning to bounce about a bit without any input of his own, only saved from a long-awaited reunion between his face and the cold, hard ground by having long braced his legs for the impacts, his hands holding firmly to a long metal pole in the patio that had been installed in the patio (and in every house in Prosperity) for these occasions.
And yet, despite these footfalls having only become louder and louder, to the point there were more tactical-missile explosions than actually footsteps, they had suddenly stopped without a trace.
Still a bit groggy and disoriented from having only just woken up, the young man, in spite of his better judgment, did not question this in the least. Rather, he decided to wait, staring vacantly ahead at the dew-soaked hills that were bereft of any hide nor hair of a living, breathing monolith. He didn't even think twice when he began to feel the air around him become muggy and humid - a lot muggier than should have been possible for such a crisp and chilly November morning.
It was only when a deep shadow began to cover him along with the entire patio that something in his mind began to click together. And slowly, like a wind-up toy beginning to gather rust, he turned to look upwards at whatever was handing over him.
Many people imagine that were they in imminent danger from a falling object, whether it be from a stray boulder tumbling down from a nearby cliff, or a giant aircraft plummeting out of control, they wouldn't simply just stand around. No, they were rational and reasonable people, and as rational and reasonable people, they would do what anyone else would do in such a situation - they would simply move out of the way.
Those kinds of people, of course, had never known a single moment of danger in their lives that was greater than a paper. They certainly had never known moments like the young man did, when they were about to be stepped on by a superior force of nature like his little sister.
The first thing that you noticed was how little you could do, and how insignificant resistance truly was. Your arms and legs would be stuck in place, like the joints were glued into position and left to harden. Your head would be erect, stuck in place looking straight on at your inevitable demise, as a force infinitely more overwhelming and unstoppable than your pathetic form could ever hope to match. Your heart would be beating, your palms would be sweating, your eyes would be watery, your mouth would be frothy. So many things would be happening at once, with so many signals going on at once than not a single one could ever quite get to the station, leaving you a hollow shell waiting for the end.
As you looked up at the sole of your demise, there were all sorts of little details that were magnified to almost horrific proportions - things that no man or woman alike were built to grasp. The weathered lines and callouses. The dirt and grime and all other sorts of odds and ends that would be caught in the wrinkles, permanently entombed in the flesh of the insole and the outsole. Every moment that the sole came closer was like a lifetime, the moments passing by as you saw it begin to shift the air around it, oxygen flowing away and outwards from the inevitable site of impact.
For anyone else, such a sight would be mortifying. For the young man, it warranted nothing but a yelp of surprise, and a brief scurrying out of the patio and into the fields, as the sounds of her sister's giggling resonated across the landscape.
"Lara!", the young man yelled up, quickly recovering from his little scare. "I thought I told you not to do that again!"
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