The late morning sun was climbing higher in the sky, as Pichu waded
along the channel that separated the city from the mainland. Up and
down the river, Pichu could see the numerous bridges and spans that
allowed traffic to flow in and out of the city. Some were simple
railroad bridges, while others were complex multi level constructions,
as intricate with their woven spans, as piano strings.

The water of the river was only up to the Pichu's stomach, the bottom was soft and mushy silt, Pichu was careful so as not to slip. As he approached the first fairly large bridge, he marveled at it in curiosity, it's tallest spires were really tall. There were four lanes in each direction, and the cars were
like matchbox toys. Most were the size of one of Pichu's paw single paw.
A bus was the length one of it's arms. Traffic was beginning to jam, as
the drivers saw the huge Pichu approaching. Pichu smiled as the cars
started to swerve, even before he got near.

"Pichu, Pi, Pichu!" Pichu emmited with giddyness. Pichu nudged the structure with his elbow, the trestles swayed, as if in a fierce storm. A few cars actually flew off the
bridge, plunging into the river below, Pichu nudged the bridge again,
a little harder this time, the center portion rocked like a swing,
cracks formed all across the base of the structure, and the two towers
that supported the span, showed the slightest signs of bending.

By now all traffic had come to a halt on the bridge, Pichu looked at all the traffic surrounding it and
could see the tiny people abandoning their vehicles to make run for the safty of either side. They were so small.

Pichu managed to lift its foot out of the water, and brought it over
the bridge, so that he easily straddled it. A long yellow bus was right
below him, he reached out towards it and grabbed the bus, then brang it close to it's face. As Pichu held it close to his face, the driver gunned the engine futily. Holding the bus with both arms, he gently pressed his thumb paws together, the windows shattered as the metal sides collapsed inward, crushing the helpless riders. Casually, Pichu tossed the bus into the river at his feet. it bubbled and sank quickly.

Pichu again lifted his foot, only this time he set it directly on the bridge, as he bared his weight upon it, the steel cables snapped, portions of asphalt and iron collapsed into the waters. Could the bridge support Pichu? Not a chance! The center part of the span, snapped throwing all the cars into the water. Pichu continued to wade up the river, noting how the houses were getting larger and taller.
On either bank of the river there were warehouses, docks, and shipyards. The largest of the buildings were still only the size of a bed, Pichu was heading up the river where the "tall" buildings were.
Coming down the river was a large tanker, it must of been five feet long, to Pichu, who splashed down into the shallow water to get a better close-up look.

It was gray and rust colored, and had two smoke stacks that billowed dark
smoke. It couldn't maneuver very well, and it couldn't go very fast either.
Even lying flat on his belly, the river wasn't deep enough to cover his
back, Pichu smiled and chuckled "Chu!" as the water he displaced, rushed up the banks, knocking down some of the smaller wooden buildings. The water felt good against his bare skin, and it cooled him off a bit.

Pichu grabbed the freighter and lifted it clear of the water. The props were spinning wildly in the air. As Pichu clutched the boat tighter, the metal crumpled like a tin soda can, Pichu grabbed the rest of the ship with his other paw, and pulled it in half, the crew spilled out into the waters. Squeezing tighter, the metal compressed like tin foil. The Pichu scooped up a group of people that were bobbing in the water, he
squashed them easily. His paw was red with the remains, he rinsed in the water which also turned red, and discarded the crumpled ship, it quickly disappeared beneath the murky waters.

Pichu stood up again, volumes of water poured off of him. Pichu wanted to walk off the side of the river, but Pichu also wanted to I'll dry off a bit.
The city is up ahead, but for now, Pichu wanted to have some fun with these little buildings. Stepping onshore, he placed his foot carefully onto a waterfront
warehouse. It collapsed to splinters beneath his foot. His next step
hit a water tower that gushed it's contents before falling. All the
while, people, hundreds of them scurried from before his massive form.
Pichu shuffled his feet, watching smoke and dust lift, from wherever
he placed his foot. The stack of power lines, at the generator plant,
sparked and glowed blue and pink as they fell under his foot. The high
voltage gently tingled him, but no more. Cars speeding along the riverside freeway were flattened like roaches, picking up a car, Pichu was delighted to see the driver and his passenger dive out the door onto his paw. Pichu crumpled the car and discarded it, being careful not to let these two people get away. They stood almost about as tall as a paper clip, and Pichu could make out that one was a man, and the other a plump lady. She screamed when she realized the boy was looking directly at her. The man pulled a gun and quickly emptied it, as if it could even be felt by the boy.

Pichu carefully lifted the man out of his right paw, where the woman was lying, she had lost her balance and slipped backwards. Pichu held the man out over empty space, at it's shoulders. The man would have been lucky if Pichu just dropped him to his death. Instead, Pichu placed the man gently on the ground, he set the woman not far from the man carefully. The woman was screaming all the time. Then the
boy stood up to his full height. The whole time, Pichu had a wicked smile as if he knew what he was about to do. The man was trying to make a run for it, when the Pichu lowered his toe, breaking the mans feet. The tiny man tumbled over. The woman screamed some more. Pichu moved his foot just a tiny bit, placing his toe directly over the mans rump, then he slowly pressed down, the man
squirmed, a red puddle forming from his mashed lower limbs. The boy,
lifting his toe again just a little more, he placed it over his victims
belly and chest. He could almost hear the little man screaming "No,
nooo" more blood actually gushed, drenching the woman who could only
watch and scream herself silly. Was the man dead yet? Pichu lifted his
foot away to look at the mangled pulp with two arms and a head. It
reminded him of some of the bugs that it had seen in the past that had been mooshed, only now there was this pretty red. Pichu knelt down, tempted to see more of what the human body looked like, so Pichu placed his thumb paw directly on the head, he pushed down, it easily gave with a pleasing pop. The brains, it seems were a light pink, like shrimp.

The screaming lady was paralyzed with fear, there was a spot of brown, and yellow. Pichu became angered with all the screaming and yelled "Pichuuuuu!", as he pinched her between his thumb paw and paw and squeezed her like a tube of tooth paste. She gave way to moosh, between in his, as a jet of blood spurted, drops of it sprayed the Pichu face. He licked it of, reminding him of how good it tasted (back with the incident of Dr. Garcia), and then placed the red on his finger, to his tongue. there wasn't enough to taste, but Pichu was starting to get hungry.

Pichu at first didn't notice more Apache helicopters (like the last ones) that were combat ready, approaching him. Pichu grinned, "Pichu...". Will Pichu fight them, or just ignore them?