Tim ran across the shiny wooden surface with all the desperate energy he could muster. Dozens upon dozens of others were running alongside him, people of all kinds. Professionals in business suits foolishly carrying briefcases, unkempt homeless people wearing tattered scraps of clothes, college-aged couples in casual dress, parents dragging toddlers in tow. A scant few who were well-conditioned ran ahead of Tim, but he was still just barely ahead of the middle of the stampeding back. The unfit and the infirm were struggling far behind in the rear, he saw as he spun his head.
All this, just to get away from a single self-indulgent teenager who appeared to enjoy being as purposely cruel and terrifying as possible to those smaller than him. To Tim, and the people of this city, the massive teenager who leered down from the heavens was almost incomprehensible. How could nature allow such a giant being of destruction to even exist, they thought. How was it fair? Did some species, like Tim's, evolve so pitifully as to be treated like his race were a plaything for a single teenage male of another species to torture, terrify, and crush as he pleased? What was reality; that Tim and his people were normal-sized and that their giant bully was some sort of massive death-bringing God? Or was it that Tim and his people evolved on the smaller-sized end of the larger cosmic scale, and that this cruel, sadistic aggressor had no heavenly qualities except the advantage of having evolved to be massively bigger than Tim and his kind?
Tim's train of thought was abruptly halted when a cruel laugh boomed from overhead. He was about to turn his head once again when suddenly the wooden surface on which he stood quaked violently. Before him, an almost impossibly huge, fleshy wall lay that was not there before suddenly lay in his and everyone else's path. It was the giant teen's hand, gargantuan in size, laying palm up. The massive hand practically engulfed the entirety of what Tim could even see, so lengthy was it. Not only was this giant's hand as big as a mountain range, it was gargantuan enough to crush one. Tim was about to stop in his place when suddenly an booming, thunderous voice was overheard from the sky above. Tim looked up at a grinning visage, his emotions mixed by both fear and hatred. "Get on," the giant's near-deafening voice stated. "Or else.." Tim knew it was no empty threat; not only was his people's over-sized oppressor perfectly satisfied to toy with and terminate his kind, he also clearly enjoyed being the unstoppable tyrant that he was.
Tim found himself desperately clinging to the grooved wall of flesh that comprised the side of the giant's aircraft-carrier sized palm. He kicked into the spongy flesh as hard as he could to gain footholds with which he could kick off and gain elevation and climb upward before the giant would capriciously move his hand. Hundreds of others were doing the same; the chaos was overwhelming. People were pulling others downward, kicking others downward, all in a desperate attempt to make it into the palm of this cruel alien-like titan. Tim didn't want to look back; he already knew the giant teenager in the sky would be enjoying the mass panic. At this point, Tim couldn't have felt any less significant, degraded, and forgotten than he already did. The same giant teen who had demolished entire neighborhoods of his city with his fingers was now commanding his "subjects" to climb onto his palm for whatever cruel fate he could devise or be annihilated themselves.
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