People have finally managed to hold themselves together a little. There are still some crashes in the parking lot, since apparently they are more concerned about me than about the other cars driving on it, but a few are already making it towards the exit.
Seeing things from my vantage point of view has many advantages. One of them is that I can time my movements perfectly. So, the moment the large SUV at the front of the procession has just passed the arch that marks the exit of the parking lot my quite larger right foot sets on top of it and crushes it like a matchbox, sinking it and the remainders of the people inside into yet another of my footprints. A second later, a second car crashes against the side of my foot. I gently shove it away and I turn, facing the parking lot and placing my hands on my hips.
Well, at least I thought I was gentle, since the vehicle, a minivan, is thrown rolling fifty feet and tramples a group of about a dozen people that were trying to find a suitable vehicle to get away.
“THIS IS A GIANT GIRL EMERGENCY” I say in a mocking tone. “ALL EXITS ARE TEMPORARILY CLOSED. ANYONE WHO NEEDS TO URGENTLY GET OUT, PLEASE FEEL FREE TO HAVE A WORD WITH ME” I finish as I tap my foot on the ground for added effect.
No one seems too willing to talk to me, so I decide that I need to keep the initiative. I’m looking at the theme park with the anticipation of a little girl looking at a sand box. But one thing I’ve found out in my short experience as a giant is that the only thing better than doing giant stuff is to brag about it.
“I GUESS YOU’LL BE WONDERING WHO I AM” I say. “I’M JUST A 21-YEAR-OLD GIRL THAT WANTS TO HAVE FUN IN A THEME PARK. I KNOW I’M NOT YOUR AVERAGE 21-YEAR-OLD, BUT THE BOOST IN HEIGHT ONLY MEANS THAT THERE ARE MORE POSSIBILITIES. NAME’S VICKI, BY THE WAY”
I step over the arch that marks the entrance to the parking lot and let my foot crush a car and a half more. Seeing that I mean business, the doors in every remaining car on the line fly open and people start joining the crowd that is forming between the aisles of parked vehicles. My left foot soon joins my right into the theme park’s grounds as I keep looking down at the mass of humanity trying to get away from me.
“I GUESS IT MUST SUCK BEING YOU, BUT HEY, IT’S NOT MY FAULT THAT YOU ARE SO SMALL. THE THING IS: I’M HUGE, YOU’RE TINY AND THERE IS NO POINT ON DENYING THAT. IT’S MUCH SMARTER TO EMBRACE IT AND TO REALIZE THAT NOW YOU’VE BECOME PART OF THE FUN”
Quite predictably, they don’t take my words too well.
“OH, COME ON. DON’T BE SO GLOOMY. NOT ALL OF YOU ARE GOING TO GET CRUSHED!”
Well, I don’t think I’ve made things any better. It was never my intention, anyway.
As I said before, it’s amazing how quickly my presence can turn any situation into utter chaos. Just showing up, a few mocking words and a couple of examples of what I’m capable of doing have turned the parking lot into a pandemonium. Just a few steps further the theme park itself is not in much better shape.
Time to start playing. I’m eager to.
Looking over my shoulder, I zoom into Jay, still sitting in the spot I set him. He looks a little better now.
“HEY JAY! TAKE A GOOD LOOK. MAYBE IT WILL INSPIRE YOU FOR THAT SONG ABOUT ME” I say
Then, I just take a step to the front.
There’s nowhere on the parking lot where my foot will be able to land without crushing a few people, so I don’t try to avoid it. I feel half a car and a few bodies sinking into my footprint as I lift my left foot and crush some more stuff, bringing my titanic body deeper into the parking lot. Everything around my foot is crazy. So crazy that a couple of people end up being pushed on top of my right toes. I cannot prevent giggling as I see how tiny their bodies are in comparison to my delicate foot. Then I wiggle my toes and send them flying a few feet away.
My sight is so keen that it soon shows me something I was not actually looking for. On the right side of the parking lot there is the small power substation. I’m not an expert in power or in utilities or in any of that shit, but my guess is that the station feeds the park with the juice the rides need to work. It’s not as if I’m going to actually ride on anything, so I decide that switching the power off will be disruptive for everyone else than me, which is a good enough reason to do it.
I walk towards the station, not caring too much about what ends under my feet, which unavoidably means that my body count is growing at a fast pace. I wonder to which list I should add the victims that, like now, are crushed just because they are on my path and I decided not to divert it. I guess it does not matter too much to them. It certainly does not to me.
I reach the substation soon enough. Luckily I do not need to be an expert in power transportation or utilities to kill the switch. I just need a well-placed stomp. I remember in the last minute that I have not tested myself against electricity before. I experience a mild shock, not too different from what I would feel if I scuffed my feet along carpet and then I touched something metallic. I wonder what would happen if I actually did that, at my size. The thing is, I cannot really calibrate myself about just how powerful the electrical shock has been. Luckily, at my stature I never run out of resources.
I take a step back towards the parking lot and crouch. Reaching down I grab a handful of people from the crowd, not minding too much the fact that I’ve been rougher than usual. If things go the way I expect them to go, it won’t matter too much too them in a second. Opening my palm I can see seven pretty startled people on it.
I step back over the fence of the substation and stomp into a fresh section of it while observing the group in my hand. I receive another mild shock. The effect is anything buy mild on them. They start screaming right away. Their screams do not last for too long, as their spasms start. A couple of seconds later they burn.
“OUCH” I say, turning my palm and letting them drop.
So, I was right. A substation that can provide enough juice to have a theme park running had to be powerful enough. The fact that I barely felt the electricity is yet another proof of my newfound power.
Another stomp and the power is completely killed. I’m not sure if it has been the act itself or the actual electricity, but the truth is that I feel a surge of power running through my body. And I was feeling incredibly powerful to start with.
I can feel the regular noises from the park gradually fading out, the screams of the people being my only soundtrack now.
A quick look inside the premises show me people trapped into rides that have suddenly stopped and some others cramming the spaces between doors that do not open anymore. There was chaos when I arrived. I just managed to make it quite worse. I feel proud of myself.
I add a few thuds to my soundtrack as I step back into the parking lot and walk towards its center. I’m wondering what to do: play a little more with the crowd at my feet or get going into the park to say ‘Hi’ to the trapped people on it.
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