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   more people were crushed under his foot, every time he took a step. He
   could hear the sounds of traffic, emergency sirens, and the din of
   people screaming, all as if coming from very far away. The buildings,
   now were far taller than the ones along the river, the boy didn't even
   have to bend down too far to look into the upper floors. Most of the
   buildings were clothed in a skin of glass and metal, unlike the smaller
   ones of brick. At one point the boy caught a glimpse of himself
   reflected in the shiny mirror like surface. the building was as tall as
   his chest, upon reaching to touch his reflection, a portion of the
   glass fell away, revealing a mesh of exposed floors, these were the
   offices with a view, and what a view they had now, of this gigantic
   ten year old. His skin was bronze, and the growing process and removed
   all but the blond long hair of his head. The boy scraped away the first
   layer from the tall office building, like a cat clawing at a scratching
   post. mortar, furniture and people plummeted down sixty stories below.
   More offices, walls, and tiny furniture was revealed, tiny people
   bolted through the doors, hoping to escape into the heart of the
   building. The boy opened his hand like a wedge, and pushed through the
   thin inner walls. The outside of the building swayed, showering glass
   down below, it would be easy to push all the way through to the other
   side. the boy grabbed another handful of people, these he squeezed,
   making a fist. then he opened his hand to examine the results to see if
   there were any left alive, there were none. The boy wiped his hand on
   his bare thigh, leaving a red streak, this gave him an idea, using the
   red pulp, like paint, he put a streak across his cheeks and forehead,
   then, using his thumb, he made a series of red dots across his chest.
   Checking out his reflection in another building, he was pleased with
   the results, it looked like war paint. The boy knocked the top floors
   off the skyscraper, looking down now, he could see the many cubicles
   revealed for the first time under the blue sky. this time the boy made
   a fist, and plunged it down the center of the structure. Once more the
   building quaked, loosing more glass and concrete. Little fires erupted
   from inside the building, the boy could make out tiny figures enwrapped
   in the flames. the boy leaned his huge body against the building,
   leaning into it, until its exterior collapsed inward, making an
   impression of the boys body, as if it were sand. People clung to the
   boys immense figure, to escape the fatal drop. the boy in turn squashed
   these people against him, leaving spatters of red. The boy kneed the
   lower stories of the building, and the structure gave way, it collapsed
   upon itself with a series of explosions, the boy laughed as the
   structure slipped and shrunk before him. he placed his foot on the
   remaining heap of a trophy, and wiped his hands. He spent the next few
   minutes stepping on and mashing the mobs, rushing by his giant feet. it
   was like stepping on raspberries. they mashed to juice and pulp under
   his foot, occasionally he would bend down to pick up individuals to
   squeeze between his fingers, he liked the way they seemed to pop, after
   considerable wiggling. He wanted to see what they looked like, naked,
   before he squashed them. He got his wish when he ripped the roof off of
   a penthouse apartment, high above the city. there, in what must have
   been the bathroom, was a lady taking a bath, unaware of all the
   destruction going on around her. she was startled and screamed, as she
   saw the ceiling ripped off by the giant hands, the boy was pleased with
   his find, he lifted her as gently as he could, and set her onto his
   left hand palm