Grudges

I’m back in a more or less deserted area. My initial thoughts are that this takes some of the fun away, since I’ve grown to learn that messing with (and why not saying it, finishing) millions of people is among the most interesting things I can do.

I’ve made a game of stepping on every farm that crosses my path. It’s only a mild distraction. Luckily, it only takes me a few minutes to reach the next large city. This one is big, larger even than the one I had for breakfast.

As I’ve already mentioned, I’m not an expert in geography. I’m starting to realize that this will be a little bit of a challenge since at my current size it’s not as if I can ask for directions and the world extends around me like nothing more than a map without convenient names painted next to the different features.

Let’s see… I was in Vegas. I know that much. Then, I moved south. I’m pretty sure I did not cross to Mexico. The cities I crushed under my boobs looked very American to me, even if it’s kind of hard to make too much detail out from up above. I know I’m moving east now. Did I get to Texas already? If so, can this be Dallas? I’m not by the sea, so it cannot be Houston. I know that much.

“IS THIS DALLAS?” I ask aloud

I hate Dallas. In truth, it has nothing to do with the city. Four years ago my High School got to a National football championship. Needless to say, I was the captain of the cheerleading squad. Dallas crushed us. And one of their cheerleaders was incredibly rude to me. I will never forget her blond locks and her disgusting face. I remember wanting to kill her. And you know what? I can really hold a grudge.

Of course, there is no way I can find the hateful cheerleader. As a matter of fact, I don’t even know her name. But I guess you’ve already concluded that I’m not above wiping an entire metropolis in order to get even with a single tiny.

“YEAH, I THINK THIS IS DALLAS” I say. “YOU KNOW WHAT? I HATE THIS CITY” I announce, letting the panic level increase a few notches

I, very carefully, let myself drop to my knees. I don’t want to level the city in a simple earthquake. I want to get way more personal than that.

“ONE OF YOU GUYS WAS VERY RUDE TO ME SOME TIME AGO. I DID NOT LIKE THAT”

It’s hard to see individual people, but I can certainly see mobs well enough. After all, my sight is way better than anyone else’s. I find a nice crowd soon enough. I just reach out and extend a finger.

“THAT SITUATION KIND OF BOTHERED ME FOR A LONG TIME, BUT I COULD NOT QUITE PUT THE FINGER ON THE REAL CAUSES” I say as I rest my fingertip on the crowd, flattening it out of existence and digging them a couple hundred feet in the ground. I let the consequences of my action sink in and I go on “NOW I KNOW BETTER, OF COURSE. I’VE REALIZED WHAT IT WAS. I’VE ALWAYS KNOWN I WAS ABOVE YOU, ONLY I HAD NOT REALIZED JUST HOW MUCH. AND, YOU KNOW, FOR SOMEONE LIKE ME, BEING INSULTED BY SOMEONE LIKE YOU IS… IRRITATING”

I drag my finger, easily lengthening my trench and digging thousands of people into the ground.

I reach for one of the “tallest” skyscrapers in the city. The criteria to qualify as tall has become, basically, my ability to see it and distinguish it from the rest of the urban landscape. My original intention is to rip the skyscraper off the ground… but I fail. The moment I close my fingertips around it the poor structure shatters into pieces.

“DAMN” I protest. “YOU MICROBES COULD BUILD THINGS A LITTLE STURDIER! DO YOU REALIZE HOW HARD IT IS FOR SOMEONE LIKE ME TO DO STUFF WITHOUT BREAKING EVERYTHING?”

Kind of frustrated, I close my hand into a fist and slam it into the center of the city. It just evaporates… and so does a large area around it, the earthquake and shockwave produced by my simple gesture bringing down about half of the metro area.

This was a little harsher than I had originally expected. My intention, after all, had been to play with Dallas for a while. I guess that I do not really control my size and strength to much, yet.

“OOOPS” I say cutely. “I SWEAR I DID NOT WANT TO TAKE SO MANY OF YOU OUT SO QUICKLY”

As if to prove my intentions, I bring two fingers down into one of the sections of the city that is still standing and start walking them around, apparently in a gentle manner. Of course, my fingers alone take the appearance of colossal monsters as they crush hundreds with each “step”, bringing houses and buildings down with ease as they advance. Tired of this new game, I just rest my palm on the ground, flattening the section of the city I was playing at.

I’m starting to realize about two of the issues of being 10 miles tall: stuff breaks too quickly and games don’t last.

Dallas is big, so there is still a considerable portion of the city which is kind of untouched. I could finish it quickly. A couple of punches of steps would do the job. I could sit on it too. That could be neat, but I may save that one for a more untouched city. I’m trying to find some way to bring originality back to the picture, but it’s starting to become hard to find new ideas.

I smile widely at the one I’ve just had.

Reaching to my long silky brown mane, I pinch one of my hairs between two fingers and pull, plucking it with ease. It has been annoying for an instant and I realize that this is probably the closest I’ll be to pain for the rest of my life.

I hold the long, thin hair with curiosity. Then I take both ends with two fingers of both hands and reach back into the city. I want to try something.

Looping my hair around a few high-rises, I bring my hands closer and tighten the noose a little. Then, I start pulling.

It’s impressive!

My hair, which seemed so frail to me, turns into a weapon of mass destruction, ripping through the buildings and bringing their top halves down. 

Encouraged, I hold my hair between two fingers and start slashing with it like a whip. I cannot prevent a loud laugh when I see more structures being mercilessly destroyed by such a part of my anatomy, probably the frailest one.

I wonder what else I can try. Almost by impulse, I choose an area of the city that is still relatively unpunished and spit on it.

Whoa!

My spit hits the bull’s eye and obliterates a few blocks before digging a considerable crater into the ground. It’s not the only thing that happens. I’m forced to let another laugh out when I see a mushroom-shaped cloud forming right in the spot where my saliva met the city.

Two new rounds of spit take care of some of the most distant suburbs.

This last trick was refreshing… but it has grown old too. The thing is… there is not much more of Dallas to destroy. A large metropolis can get wasted really quickly when I let myself get carried away!

The areas of the city that are still standing are apart enough that any tests of my mass destruction capabilities will be kind of anticlimactic, so I decide to get done with it kind of “old style”.

I’m on my knees, so it’s easy enough to get on all fours and crawl into the center of the city. The few areas that are not leveled with this simple movement go a couple of seconds later when I sweep my hands around me.

That took care of Dallas! Unless she was lucky enough to be out of town, I’m pretty sure that it took care of that nasty cheerleader too!

Well, there’s one last thing I can do in order to make sure of that last point, actually. Right under my nose, I can see what must be a pretty impressive highway. Needless to say, it’s completely packed of people that were trying to escape from my arrival in the city.

I ponder what to do. Then, I have a delightful idea. I stay on my knees and bring my head closer to the ground. Then, I use a finger to push one of my nose holes shut and start inhaling through the other, much like someone sniffing coke.

The results are awesome! Dozens of vehicles and hundreds of people on foot are automatically sucked into my nose like nothing more than dust!

“MMM… I GUESS THAT I CAN NOW UNDERSTAND PEOPLE THAT DOES DRUGS!” I say cheerfully

I repeat the operation a little farther down the road, bringing a few thousand more victims into myself.

The rest, I simply blow away with a strong puff from my lungs.

As I stand up under the warmth of the kind morning sun, I think that life cannot get better than it is.