Chapter #4Attack of the Giant Goths by: Lelouch   This was bad... They were teenagers, and not just any kind of teenagers... They were goths. For just a moment you cursed under your breath. All of sudden hiding in your home was looking pretty good. All women were terrors to behold, but goth girls were something special. You recalled some goths you ran into around the District before. As a general rule they seemed upset or bored or both. They seemed to find something wrong with the world, calling themselves outcasts or non-conformists. Something along those lines.
They generally minded their own business. Don't mess with them and they won't mess with you. But if they ever got upset a goth usually knew how to hurt the one they wanted to. Couple that with how women viewed men and it was a bad combination. Goth girls often took to venting their frustrations with the world out on the much smaller men. It was natural for women to treat men like garbage, but because men were so low and pathetic women usually didn't bother with them. Goth's liked to come frequently just because they could.
You continued to stare at the three giantesses as they walked closer and closer. Their figures began to clear and their features stood out. There was one girl in front, probably something like a group leader. She appeared to be rather thin, even a bit curvy, with a little bit of color and a cute face decorated by a single lip piercing. She had straight black hair tied into a ponytail, a sleeve-less top that exposed mild cleavage from what looked like C's, black jeans that tightly fit her legs, and a pair of boots that went up to her shins. Naturally she had her nails painted black and wore some black eyeliner as goths generally did.
Behind her were the other two. The first one was tall, even by female standards, standing a full head over the other two with scraggly dark brown hair and several piercings. Her outfit consisted of a tight black shirt that really jutted out what had to be double D breasts. Her pants were more baggy, carelessly thrown on with a few tears. A pair of dark sneakers. Her skin was ghostly pale. She clearly embodied the gothic stereotype in every sense of the word.
Whereas the last one did not. Much like the group leader she had a decent skin complexion, some gothic makeup, but her appearance was surprising. There were no piercings. Her hair was a dark red that went straight just past her shoulders. Unlike her two endowed friends her chest was much more tame, hidden behind a black blouse. Of note was her bottom half. She was the first goth you'd ever seen in a skirt, it went just at her knees and was naturally black. Her feet were in a pair of open-toed heels, toenails painted to match everything else.
The three were clearly goths whatever way you sliced it. Albeit attractive goths, but goths all the same. You cowered further in the hopes they'd just pass through... They did not.
"Looks like this is it." The lead one stopped at the start of the District, as did her friends, "You weren't kidding Ashley."
The redhead nodded, "Told you Lauren. A whole town full of men. I thought we could have some fun here!"
The leader, Lauren, shrugged.
"If nothing else, at least it gives us something to do. It's been a long time since I last crushed a town full of men."
In a scarily casual manner the woman danced her foot around a building near the front of the District. You could clearly make out the puffs of smoke from her boot digging into the ground around it. It was an abandoned building, no one would be near dumb enough to live next to District entrance, but even so...you were scared of the inevitable crushing. It would signal the start of a rampage you would likely not survive. Repeatedly you cursed your luck and your inability to find a hiding spot. All you could do now was tuck yourself under your shrub and hope for the best. Likewise you saw all your fellow males hiding in whatever crevices they could find.
"Get on with it Lauren." The third goth complained.
"Don't rush me Shannon. If we just crush everything right away it'd be over in no time. That's no way to do it. They would have no time to suffer... like we do."
Oh boo hoo to you. You bitterly thought. They weren't the ones who were born as lesser beings.
Finally Lauren began to poke her foot through the side of the building, slowly but surely destroying the side. The already decrepit building was now raining down debris that decorated the tip of her boot as dirt. The roof began to collapse then. Before you knew it the entire building was already crumbled into a pile of rubble. But she wasn't done. Lauren kept her foot positioned over the rubble and firmly stomped.
BOOM!
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