Boy in City continued, Page 5 |
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More and 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 |
Warning, the next page has mild sexual content and much violence |