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The building next to him resembled a saddle, ready to be sat on, so
the boy got up, and placed his leg over the building, straddling it,
slowly he lowered himself down to the standing structure. Now if I get on
my knees, maybe it will support me. Carefully he lowered himself onto the
building. The center of the roof sagged down, as he rested his weight uon
it. The structure gave way, it was like sitting on a pillow, he hugged it
tight with his knees to maintain his balance, only to topple in the walls,
they gave way like pie crust. Smoke and dust exploded into the sky below
him, The boy was on his knees again, the remains of the building was
smashed between his legs. He looked at the tiny figures clinging to him,
then he looked at the ruins. Enough! he thought as he stood up, there
were still a lot of people hanging on from his knees to his thighs. He
slapped these off, as one might ants, They were hanging on everywhere! He
brushed them to the ground, and angrily mashed them with his feet. He
kicked up hills of ruined people without mercy. His feet were stained red
like the one who mashes winegrapes. The more he stomped, for some reason,
the more his anger was kindled, and his contempt of these mites grew. It
was more then their being so small and helpless. It was their arrogance,
once again that voice popped into his head, it said the same thing as
before, but this time the boy remembered more, "do whatever you want to
do, and do whatever you have to do, everything you do is just! every
punishment you deal out is more than well deserved. You can do nothing
too evil to these people. Enjoy doing my work" Then the thought again
snapped out of his consciousness. He was here to punish them, that's what
he remembered. He grabbed lightly a hand full of people and deposited
them on the roof of the last remaining building of the complex, more and
more were set upon the roof, till there was room for no others. The boy
smiled at the soft cushion he had made for himself, slowly he turned and
hovered his butt above the panicking crowd, his shadow fell over them, then
the boy set his rear on the squirming mass of people, They kicked punched
and tried to hold off the descending weight. his rear squashed down as the
roof of the building gave way, twenty stories compressed upon themselves,
puffing smoke water and dust, the boy laughed, "going down", he said, and
he rode it all the way to the ground floor. more to
come.