In this chapter: Lacy pleads her apology to Jessica. Personal life in Ashton City and Briaal City are revealed. Ana turns 20 as the girls celebrate with a wild night out. Miranda receives some frustrating news and takes swift action.
Day 141- Lacy
“I was really really, like really drunk, dude, but I know that’s not a good excuse for what I did, I know…but you were just right in front of me, maybe the way you looked at me, I guess, I have no idea what was going through my head at the time, but I am so completely fucking sorry” Lacy said on the tense drive towards campus. The music in the car turned down low as the heated air blew out from the vents, Lacy pulled the black hood over her head and nervously gripped the ends of the sleeves of her black hoodie between her fingers, pulling at them compulsively.
“The way I looked at you… what does that even mean?” Jessica questioned, lowering her brow in confusion as the car hummed in place at a red light.
“It’s still blurry in my memory, but I just kinda remember you looking really inviting towards me… I umm… don’t know how else to say that? Like… I guess I was imagining something different happening… you know it’s been mentally tough for me lately, I seriously wish I could take it back” Lacy emotionally explained, the regret in her tone apparent to Jessica.
“It’s okay, it just caught me off guard, as in, really caught me off guard, I’m just not attracted to other women. That’s not me, Lacy, I’m not that type…I absolutely have no interest” Jessica insisted, almost angrily as she waved her hands off the steering wheel to express her point further.
“I know, I know, I get it, that’s why I’m so god damn embarrassed…I hope I didn’t embarrass you either” Lacy sighed heavily, her eyes lowered to the floor as she constantly fidgeted with her hands and sleeves.
“You did, unfortunately, all my friends know, and they haven’t stopped giving me shit about it since” Jessica said as she gripped the steering wheel a little tighter; the light turning green as she drove through the intersection.
“I’m seriously sorry… is there anything I can do to get them to stop? Fuck, dude I’m sorry” Lacy pleaded.
“Would you quit fucking saying sorry!” Jessica exclaimed. Lacy jumped in her seat, looking out of the window towards the cloudy grey sky, her pale cheeks turning bright red. “It happened, alright? I get it, I do, you don’t have to keep saying the same thing over and over” Jessica continued her tirade. Lacy hunching over in her seat, pulling harder at her hoodie sleeves as her heart beat faster.
“Shit, I wasn’t trying to make you all angry, god…” Lacy said with a little push back.
“I didn’t mean to snap like that… I just want this to be over and move on from it” Jessica said exasperated.
“Alright, I’ll drop it, I promise it won’t happen again is the best I can say, ya know…” Lacy sighed.
“That’s a promise” Jessica emphasized.
“So… are we good then?” Lacy nervously asked, turning slightly, peaking her eyes out from under the baggy hood towards Jessica.
“Yeah, we’re good. Now, can we go back to normal?” Jessica said with a small smile.
“Just like that?” Lacy hesitantly asked.
“Yeah, just like that. Besides, you wouldn’t be my type anyway” Jessica said, turning the music up a few notches.
“Wait what?” Lacy asked confused.
“Yeah… I’d go for a girl a little more athletic and probably less tattoos, not as pale…” Jessica jokingly spoke over the music.
“Are you saying I’m not athletic?” Lacy asked with a smirk.
“I bet if you tried to run a mile you’d die” Jessica laughed.
“You know what? Yeah… probably, I have zero athletic ability, dude… but my tattoos, you think I have too many?” Lacy shyly asked.
“I think you have the perfect amount for someone who likes tattoos” Jessica said.
“Backhanded compliment much?” Lacy asked.
“Not at all, Lace… I’m saying there’s someone out there who’s gonna like that more than me. Like Ki! Whatever happened to her, huh?” Jessica asked.
“We haven’t talked in a long time; I have no idea what she’s up to” Lacy said.
“Well… maybe it’s time to find out what she’s up to” Jessica suggested.
“What… no! I bet she hates my guts by now” Lacy said concerned.
“How do you know that? You miss her right? Like you were less depressed when you were with her, hm?” Jessica went on.
“I guess I don’t know, but… yeah I miss her most days, but I don’t know how I’m suddenly just going to reach out though out of nowhere, like there’s no way she’ll talk to me after our break, dude” Lacy said with a hint of sadness in her voice.
“I can’t hear you! La la la!” Jessica turned the music up even more as the bass thumped through the car. Jessica turned up a small street near campus, pulling the car over and to a slow stop in front of the walkway leading up towards various academic buildings, Jessica pressed the button at her side to unlock Lacy’s door. “Later!” Jessica yelled as Lacy hesitantly opened the door and shut it behind her, the music muffled within the car as Jessica sped off, leaving Lacy standing in the cold air by her lonesome.
“Thanks for the ride, I guess?” Lacy muttered to herself. Lacy dug her hands into the waist pockets of her hoodie and walked up the stairs into the quad full of students, trying to look as unapproachable as possible, headphones in, her dark makeup, her all black clothes, dirty and scuffed up vans, hood still pulled over her head, but some guys still looked her way as her nonchalant posture carried her through the waves of people towards the arts building.
“Good morning class! Welcome to Digital Media 4413, if that class name doesn’t sound right, then I would probably leave… just kidding… uhh… most of you already know me, so I can make that joke” Mr. Cressy awkwardly spoke, Lacy’s professor from the previous semester who had awarded her a scholarship based off her cruel project for filming herself burning the tiny city with a curling iron, wiping out thousands of people in a scorching hell-like apocalypse, in which the professor thought was an elaborate video fx manipulation that she skillfully designed from scratch. Lacy sighed heavily, the last thing on her mind was starting the new class, instead, thinking of Ki, freaking out about what Jessica meant by what she said about reaching out. “This is a senior level class, and the syllabus is located in the online portal if you don’t already have one printed out” the professor continued at the front of the room.
Lacy spaced out in between the power point presentation while the professor continued to scroll through the basics of the class and the outline. Lacy anxiously bounced her legs up and down at her desk in the back of the room, keeping her hands in her hoodie pockets as she continued to daydream about what she would even say to Ki after so long. Lacy lost track of time with ease as the professor dismissed the class early since there was no real lecture or activity planned on the first day. “You get 50 minutes back of your day, make sure you read up on the syllabus and check out the online class portal before coming in next time” The professor said, waving away the smaller class of students. The sounds of young adults zipping up their jackets and backpacks as they made their way out of the door and into the hallways. “Lacy, can you stop by my desk before you leave please?” Mr. Cressy politely asked.
“Uh... yeah, sure” Lacy reluctantly mumbled.
“Well, aren’t you chipper this morning!” Mr. Cressy sarcastically stated. Lacy stared at him with a soul piercing death glare in response. “Anywho’s… I have an update on that scholarship for you. The request is being processed and should go through within the next few weeks. After that, there should be some retroactive funds that can pay for this semester’s tuition and your tuition going forward…” Cressy went on.
“Wow… this is really happening, huh?” Lacy said with a bit of excitement in her voice.
“Also… a good friend of mine who works for a major animation studio in Los Angeles wants to have you on as a summer intern… ultimately it’s your decision though” the professor said with a satisfied smirk.
“How did you manage to do that?” Lacy asked.
“I showed him your video and it blew his mind” he said. Lacy started to smile wide.
“Holy shi…I mean, wow, I can’t believe that… yeah, let me think about it!” Lacy said excitedly.
“Take your time, just make sure you show me more work like you had last semester and I’ll see you next class” Mr. Cressy said, turning back to his laptop. Lacy left the classroom, pulling the hood off her head and brushing her hair back a bit, as she disappeared into the crowd of students.
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Day 143 – Ashton City
Ashton City had watched on as their giantess protector suffered through her illness while she made her slow recovery back to her normal cheerful self. Having taken in a few dozen outsiders during that time from the plastic prison dropped off by the red head giant, the sight of her alone still leaving a sour taste for some people, knowing former friends or neighbors that died while painting her massive blue nails months prior. The outsiders oblivious to those feelings though, were welcomed into a neighborhood at first, given food from the citizens of the community. The outsiders quiet and anxious, like they had been through absolute hell, thousand-yard stares on their faces as the people attempted to ask them questions and make small talk, but they all huddled in silence in the streets and gorged themselves on the spare food, understanding their pain and the horrors that they must have gone through.
The people of Ashton City only having a few interactions with Jessica, but each one was terrifying, knowing that her own people probably went through much worse than what Miranda was even capable of. Some of the citizens offered their own open rooms or suggested using the empty houses of people that were no longer around, crushed, or burned, becoming piles of purple gore atop the nails of the red headed giantess; nobody else was using the empty houses, they thought. The plan went smoothly at first, the neighbors keeping quiet about where the newly rescued people were staying, but a gigantic plastic prison full of people doesn’t go unnoticed to the paramilitary who took over the city’s leadership after the war with Jessica’s army.
The makeshift soldiers were being led by what little remained of the original military, the lower ranking officers offering bunks and supplies to fresh recruits willing to join; a lot of the recruits coming from places that had been crushed, flooded from the coffee spill, or destroyed by riots in the earlier days, finding a new home within the broken military base as it was slowly being rebuilt from the wreckage and debris from previous disasters caused by Miranda. They were ordered to go into the neighborhoods and extract all of the prisoners that came from the plastic container, searching for a few days while the giantess moaned and groaned from her bed in sickness.
Word spread quickly from the citizens of the city, the good-willed people that took in the refugees and hiding them wherever they could, but the soldiers showed up in decades old trucks and jeeps, the men and women pouring out of the transport vehicles in surplus military gear that barely functioned properly. The armed soldiers quickly rounded up the outsiders without any resistance from them, encountering some fighting from the neighbors, but were swiftly threatened with the rehabilitation centers and prisons that were overcrowded with people who were once used to paint the giantess’ nails, the citizens backing down immediately, not wanting to experience even the possibility of that fate should Miranda choose to exercise it again.
The former slaves of Toy Town were coaxed into the back of the trucks at gunpoint, they were then sped off through parts of the destroyed city towards the military base on the other side of the metropolis. The citizens of the neighborhoods baffled, but quickly returned to their version of normal, waiting in their homes, hoarding food from the military patrols, avoiding the authoritarian leadership as much as possible, protecting themselves from the occasional riot or break in and praying the blonde giantess wouldn’t accidentally crush them without warning like so many others that became unrecognizable red smudges on tan her skin.
The outsiders looked out of the windows and the backs of the trucks, still relatively emotionless, but their curiosities were rising while they were escorted through the city. A different tale of destruction was revealed to them, comparing it to their own demoralizing experiences with Jessica, they saw the familiarities between the two women; fingerprints carved into the ground like huge canyons, ripped buildings, piles of destruction and debris, burned homes, sections of streets stained a dark red, but the people of the city still walked around, still talked to each other, there were stores open, people eating at tables, laughing even. The prisoners in the back of the truck had felt their hope returning for the first time in an awfully long time, but they still had to deal with the military.
The 50 prisoners were transported without resistance into the basements of the base’s bunkers, brought into a huge room surrounded by computer monitors and tv screens all around them. In the center of the room stood a panel with a giant cable running from it and into the ceiling attached to the satellite arrays atop the base that was used to communicate with Miranda. The room filled with engineers and soldiers dressed in different uniforms as the prisoners sulked shoulder to shoulder with poor posture from fatigue within an open area of the room, the prisoners looked all around them, suddenly the reinforced doors slammed behind them with a metallic bang. A tall and younger looking man approached them with a few armed guards at his side. “I’m acting commander of Ashton City, formerly just a lieutenant. I know you all must be a bit weary, coming all this way, I can’t imagine it was easy dealing with her... You’ll be treated fairly and given homes if you cooperate and show us respect” the young commander spoke with a calmness in his voice.
“That’s a lie…” a male engineer whispered from the panel control,
“Excuse me?” the commander said, whipping his head around.
“That’s what you told us… isn’t it? The only difference is you need us to operate this contraption that we fixed so you can send your lies to Miranda” he spoke with conviction.
“Is that so?” the commander remarked. Waiving his hand and pointing towards the engineer. Guards quickly taking him away as the engineer shouted and struggled. The prisoners formerly of Toy Town grew a bit more nervous, retreating their hope cautiously as their lives continued to be showered with the unknown. “As I was saying… if you cooperate, you will be rewarded with dwelling and supplies, as well as a job so you can contribute to the community, despite what others might think. So, we will question you one by one, separately, and alone, and that’s all” he said, dismissing himself from the room as the guards took away the first person into a backroom. The 49 people watching as on as the engineers and soldiers operated around the large room. They could feel the deep rumbling in the concrete underneath them.
The monitors on the walls turning on, zooming the cameras from multiple points of view in the city towards Miranda as she walked about her room, dressing herself. The perspective from high skyscrapers and street-level cameras all around the city showing her wiggling black leggings up her thighs, snapping them against her waist comfortably, she turned around, bending down to place her shoes on as her ass dominated the entire view of the city the cameras were capable of, the cameras on a short time delay as they felt a tremor from her footsteps before it showed her walking away on the screens.
Hours passed as each person, young, old, man, woman, were brought into the backroom for intense questioning. Each person cooperating as much as they could, barely speaking, mostly just answering yes or no questions about their former job skills and terrible experiences with Jessica. The survivors noticing the engineer who was taken away earlier return, this time chained to the panel and watched closely by armed guards, wearing a bandage around his nose as he sunk his head towards the floor in the chair. The commander came back in behind him to address the 50 refugees. “That went better than I anticipated. Please follow the guards to your quarters and thank you for your cooperation” he said, turning back towards the operations room.
In a single file line, the 50 were led up and out into the open, marched across the destroyed airfield as they noticed working soldiers around them attempting to build and repair the damages of older disasters. Miranda was gone as the 50 looked across the hills and streets towards the city and the massive bedroom landscape far beyond the skyline, a few mumblings of relief from them as they felt like this could be a fresh start at something better. The guards led them into a huge open hangar, beds and cots scattered around, water and food piled up in the corners, sanitation products all over too. The guards dismissed the people within the hangar as they took a liking to their new home. The guards shut the hangar doors behind them, locking the door with a massive chain so that nobody could get out. The 50 within the hangar unaware that they were trapped, being lulled in by comforts. “Yes commander, they’re locked in tight, patrolling the perimeter as we speak” the guard spoke into his radio.
“Good… they have no idea what they’re in store for… let them enjoy the night, tomorrow they get to work. Switch patrols every 2 hours and keep me posted if they attempt to leave” he radioed back.
“Yes, commander” The guard said, turning off his radio and sighed regretfully, reluctantly beginning his patrol with his head hung low.
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Day 145 – Biraal City
The people of Biraal City were lost, both figuratively, and quite literally. Stranded upon Lacy’s nightstand in her darkened room, surrounded by black decorations, posters, and messes of dirty laundry and shoes scattered everywhere. The smell of weed and incense wafting across the room most days. They had lost their pseudo leader with Elle and were commanded by their goddess Lacy to build a statue in remembrance. The same day they were ordered to, Lacy crushed and leveled an entire city block full of people and buildings, creating heaps of debris that would be used to start the construction of Elle’s statue. The cult-like mentality of the people brought a haste to the project’s planning, taking days to clear out the destruction and level an open space to lay a foundation for the base. The city found expert architects and designers that were considered the best before they came into passion of Lacy after the blue flash; they worked tirelessly to map out the project, raiding Elle’s former home to find pictures of her for reference.
Slowly but surely, weeks of progress on building the statue was achieved as the outline began to take a noticeable shape, thousands upon thousands of people volunteering happily. Occasionally, an accidental fall off the statue would happen, especially if Lacy was in her room walking around, the vibrations too strong for the speck sized people to hold onto anything stable as they screamed all the way down. Lacy would monitor progress from high above, squinting her eyes to make out the large base and the beginnings of her feet and legs, showing her approval with some silent nods that motivated her servants more than she knew. The masses of citizens celebrating the progress nightly as the next shift of people took up the task, it was truly the biggest endeavor the city had taken on in their history.
Not everyone in the city was a mindless subservient zombie though, there were those who recognized the idiocy of blindly serving some young girl like a doomsday cult just waiting to die without reason. These thousands of people were the minority, but they played along and blended into the crowds, praising the goddess, pretending to be her servant whenever called upon, but as soon as the lights went out, they met in groups in abandoned towns on the outskirts of the city. They wanted a return to normalcy, to have their lives back, even if it meant living in the bedroom of the giant girl to do so.
They knew the only way to communicate their voices to Lacy was lost when Elle died, so they plotted and planned different ways to achieve that desperate need for contact. They also knew any direct action against the masses of the cult would end up getting them killed, either by the hysterics of the servant people, or literally crushed by the black-haired bitch, as they called her. They found reprieve with each other, knowing they weren’t alone in dealing with this hellscape of a life, but not all the people in the collective resistance subscribed to the same path.
A smaller splinter of the group had their own ideas for sending a message to the giantess. They were going to bomb the statue as it was being built to show that Biraal City wasn’t there to be a city of mindless slaves. Their bold idea took a lot of planning and procuring supplies to achieve a capable package, testing their experimental devices on abandoned structures far away from the city and the towns in order to not attract any unwanted attention. The plan was to pretend to volunteer to help build the statue, then during a shift change late at night while the goddess was asleep, to detonate at the weakest and most vulnerable points of the structure. The masses of people volunteering though had long wait lists to be approved for construction, so the small group would have to wait for the right time, so for their time being… it was wait and serve, blend in at all costs as their hatred towards their former citizens and neighbors burned as deeply as their animosity for Lacy.
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Day 147 – Lacy
“Happy fucking birthday!” Lacy cheerfully shouted from the couch at Ana as soon as she walked through the door. Ana covered in dried sweat wearing her volleyball jersey and track pants, her gym bag slung low around her back.
“Hell yeah, happy birthday, bitch!” Jessica said with a laugh, sitting next to Lacy with her boots up on the coffee table.
“Aww… thank you two, I do not even feel like I am 20 yet” Ana chuckled as she walked around the corner closer to the living room.
“How was your game, dude?” Lacy asked eagerly.
“We won, easy” Ana dismissed, playfully brushing her shoulder off.
“We’ll have to go to one of your games sometime and watch you dominate” Lacy said.
“How do they fit your long ass last name on that jersey” Jessica badgered.
“Well… when you have a body cut like a beautiful Greek statue…” Ana teased back with a confident grin.
“Yeah… whatever… are you ready to celebrate tonight?” Jessica asked.
“Celebrate… like here?” Ana innocently asked.
“No, duh! We’re going out and getting you white girl wasted!” Jessica hollered.
“But I thought it was 21 and older for the US, no?” Ana asked as she sat her gym bag on the bar above the kitchen sink.
“Fake ID’s, problem solved” Jessica said with some attitude.
“What fake ID do you have for me, I’m taller than almost every girl and I’m foreign” Ana emphasized.
“Oh, the bouncers at the bars by campus don’t give a shit if you’re hot, I do it all the time with my friends” Jessica said.
“Is Miranda coming as well?” Ana asked.
“She’s coming too!” Miranda chirped as she cracked open her bedroom door and peaked her head out. “I’m like nowhere near ready though, oh yeah, and happy birthday!” Miranda said as she closed her door in a rush.
“You have a fake for her too?” Lacy questioned.
“Oh yeah, the sorority keeps a huge surplus of fakes, I already found one for her and Ana” Jessica said.
“Give me 45 minutes to clean myself” Ana said with a huge smile as she shuffled off to her room, shutting the door behind her, the sound of her shower turning on through the wall in the living room followed by a low hum of her muffled singing voice.
The girls hopped out of the uber, dropped off on the bustling street corner. Both sides of the street lined with bars and clubs saturated with college kids on the cold weekend night. Sounds of different genres of music from the different bar fronts as students walked up and down laughing and shouting. The girls’ breath visible in the still air as they huddled in a circle, blocking out the view from people passing by as Jessica handed out a fake ID to Miranda and Anastazja. Lacy being the only girl actually 21 as she was the first to step up to the bouncer at the more relaxed bar behind them all. The muscle-bound bouncer looking Lacy up and down as he barely glanced at the ID.
Seeing her in an all-black hoodie with the red gothic writing of a metal band on the chest and white beanie snug around her head, her bangs flowing out and waving over her right eye, skinny back jeans with a few rips in it and her favorite pair of dirty vans. The bouncer waved her in without saying anything as she went and grabbed a table surrounded by a crowd of people at the bar. Miranda stepped up next, a bit nervous, extending the fake ID out as the bouncer again barely glanced at the cheap plastic, instead taking a bit longer to look at Miranda, small gold earrings, her blonde hair wavy with tiny curls at the ends, a white sweater with a stylish oversized long tan jacket, black scarf loosely wrapped around her neck, bright jeans and black heeled winter boots that made her a little taller. Miranda walked in with ease and blew a sigh of relief, sitting next to Lacy, “See! That wasn’t so bad!” Lacy shouted over the music.
“Yeah, that was like… weirdly easy” Miranda said surprised.
“How does it feel?” Lacy asked.
“How does what feel?” Miranda asked.
“Breaking the rules!” Lacy shouted with a laugh.
“I feel like an evil version of Miranda!” Miranda jokingly shouted.
“We’ll get some drinks to fix that” Lacy said as they both giggled.
Ana and Jessica waited in line behind a few people as Ana stepped up first to be let in. The bouncer barely coming above her shoulders as she was wearing some brown heeled boots that made her 6’4”. Ana looking down at him as he looked confused. “Your ID says you’re only 5’9… I’m 6’0…” The bouncer said.
“Oh haha, it’s just her heels, tall bitches, right?” Jessica said from behind Ana.
“Yeah, whatever…” The bouncer said as he handed back the ID and waved Ana in. Ana stepping into the bar taller than almost everyone inside before she sat down. Wearing her favorite skinny black double pocket coat and dark jeans, some rare natural looking makeup applied accenting her beautiful freckles and eyes and her long garnet hair waving down as she smiled towards Lacy and Miranda. Jessica followed close behind and went straight to the bar, catching the attention of a bartender she knew, giving her a round of 4 free margaritas and 4 free tequila shots. Jessica sat the drinks down on the table and wiggled comfortably into her seat, crossing her knee-high black boot over her dark jeans, taking off her thick fur brown coat and setting it on her lap, stretching out her arms through the long beige sleeves of her thin sweater.
“Whoa, thanks Jess!” Lacy cheered.
“Drink up, birthday bitches!” Jessica shouted, downing her shot, and washing it down with her margarita. Ana and Lacy following suit quickly as Miranda coughed after her shot, her eyes watering as she reached for the marg to relieve the sick feeling creeping up her throat. The girls all laughing together and enjoying each other’s company.
“How did you get free drinks from her anyway?” Miranda asked.
“I gave her a pack of my micros and she really loved them, now I get free shit here all the time haha!” Jessica giggled.
“Oh…” Miranda said, cringing her teeth, taking a heavier drink of her marg.
“She’s totally hot…” Lacy added out of nowhere.
“You want her number?” Jessica teased.
“What, fuck no, dude! She’s way out of my league” Lacy said, drinking half the marg in one gulp.
“What did she do with them?” Ana asked, already finished with her drink.
“Whoa, slow down there, giganta, you want to enjoy most of the night, don’t you?” Jessica laughed.
“Of course I do, I want to get this white girl wasted as you said” Ana laughed over the sound of a full bar and pop music.
“Good… anyway, the bartender Lacy thinks is hot one time in a text told me she liked to put them in her bra while she works the bar, said most of them don’t live by the end of the night, but it makes her super giddy while she moves around, gives her that extra bit of energy she said. She said any leftovers get used between her boyfriend when they have sex; fuck! She asked me for a new box, but I forgot… oh well… next time I’m out I’ll remember to bring one” Jessica said, gulping down another drink.
“Ah man, she’s taken?” Lacy said dejected.
“Yeah… by a guy! I thought you were gonna text Kiyoko anyway!” Jessica shouted.
“Maybe if I get drunk for the first time since high school, I don’t have to like… hear this conversation” Miranda said, looking agitated.
“Ah shit, I’m sorry Miranda, I won’t talk about my business stuff, I swear” Jessica said.
“Was that an actual sorry?” Miranda asked with surprised eyes.
“It was a totally real sorry… let’s just forget everything and have fun tonight, deal?” Jessica said, outstretching her glass. Miranda clinking her glass on Jessica’s as they both drank in unison.
“What is happening with Ki?” Ana asked Lacy.
“Oh… just been thinking about trying to reach out… but you know, “don’t text your ex”” Lacy said, sarcastically air quoting her fingers above the table.
“I think you should do it!” Miranda shouted, Ana and Jessica both nodding.
“Maybe… aren’t we supposed to be getting more drinks and Ana especially fucked up tonight first?!” Lacy yelled over the music.
“Stay here for another round, or go straight to the shot bar?” Jessica asked.
“What do you want to do, birthday girl?” Miranda asked.
“Shots!” Ana hollered.
The roommates agreed to go straight to the shot bar, all getting looks from the guys as they left the bar. Walking a few doors down into an even louder bar, passing through the ID check with ease into the colorful neon glowing lights of the packed room. Ana accidentally and apologetically bumping smaller girls and guys out of the way with her tall athletic figure as they traversed the crowds towards the counter, taking another round of fruity shots together, and then another. Lacy feeling the alcohol immediately as she began to laugh and giggle under her breath uncontrollably. Miranda keeping her focus, not really letting herself get loose and having as much fun, Ana dancing in place while she waited for another shot as Jessica yelled at the guys behind the bar for more, happy to pay for everyone with her newfound micro business money.
The girls pounding another shot and moved onto the fanciest club in the bar district, luckily getting a large empty couch as the multicolored lights bounced all around while the thumping bass and DJ mixed for dozens of people dancing on the crowded floor. The girls continued to chat over the music, sipping on their fancy cocktails and taking turns dancing in pairs on the floor, Ana attracting all the attention from her height alone as a few guys tried to dance with her, but she ignored their attempts and pretended not to hear them. Jessica and Miranda found themselves on the couch, feeling the influence of their alcohol as Miranda couldn’t stop smiling and rambling, “I’m so glad I’m out of the apartment! It gets tiring taking care of an entire city, you know!? Yeah, you definitely know!” Miranda laughed.
“I’m glad you’re out here too, and yeah… you honestly probably have a harder time than me with watching over your people… oh fuck…” Jessica stopped, her face twisting in disappointment.
“What is it?” Miranda said, her eyes dramatically shocked as the ice rattled in her drink from the sudden jolt.
“It’s her…” Jessica said mouthed quietly.
“Heyyyyy Jess!” Ashley shouted, wobbly and approaching the couch.
“Heeyyy Ashley, it’s so good running into you out here! Oh my god, that coat looks so good on you!” Jessica spoke loudly.
“Oh my god, I know, right? What are y’all doing out?” Ashley asked after sipping on her drink.
“Celebrating the tall girl’s birthday” Jessica said, while Ashley plopped herself on the couch between her and Miranda.
“Hey, you’re the blonde girl” Ashley said with a rather bitchy tone of voice.
“Yeah, it’s nice to see you again!” Miranda said cordially.
“Anyway, Jess… I got some good shit if you want to go into the bathroom” Ashley said. Jessica looked confused towards Miranda.
“No, I’m okay… but you have fun” Jessica said.
“Yasmin left, I’m by myself, can you at least come with me to the bathroom and watch me?” Ashley drunkenly asked with a pouty face.
“Fine, but she comes too” Jessica said, pointing at Miranda.
Miranda felt a bit wobbly but followed close behind Jessica and Ashley and into the crowded bathroom, the three girls occupying a stall while the sounds of flushing toilets, running sinks, and yelling girls filled the surroundings. Miranda pressed up into the door behind the two while Ashley fished out a little red box from her purse.
“Oh… that’s my stuff… I thought you were talking about coke” Jessica said.
“I am! Check this out” Ashley said holding the box with side of her hand and closing her left nostril, lowered her nose closer to the opening of the box and snorted hard, Miranda shocked as she saw dozes of micro people sucked up into the sorority girl’s nose along with a small powdery cloud of cocaine. Ashley reared her had back and sucked more air in, swallowing the crumb like people down her throat. “Awww fuck yeah, that hits different; here!” Ashley said, offering the box towards Miranda. Jessica looking on with wide eyes, speechless. Miranda’s eyebrows lowered, her lips curled, Jessica could tell she was fighting an internal struggle.
“No, I’m okay, thanks…” Miranda battled to say with a little slur in her speech. Jessica smiled.
“We really should be catching up with birthday girl” Jessica said.
“Ugh, fine…” Ashley dismissed as she settled the red box back into her purse. The girls returned to the couch, Ana and Lacy sitting there sipping their drinks as Lacy still couldn’t stop laughing.
“OH. MY. GOD. Are you going to make out with Jessica again?” Ashley shouted at Lacy, pointing and laughing. Lacy wincing her eyes, shaking her head around in a dizzy confusion.
“Would you just like… shut the fuck up?” Miranda retaliated.
“Whoa…” Lacy mumbled.
“Fuck you, princess haha!” Ashley slurred.
“Hey, let’s get you home” Jessica said, pulling at Ashley’s arm as she called an uber on her phone. Jessica dragged her outside and waited with her, holding her up as she wobbled around.
“Why am I going home?” Ashley slurred again.
“Because you’re too sloppy” Jessica said. The uber pulling up rather quickly as Jessica passed her into the back seat.
“But I don’t have a guy to take back” Ashley said frustrated.
“Yeah… that’s probably for the best. Buckle up you dumb bitch” Jessica said as she closed the door. Jessica returned to the couch to witness Lacy hugging tightly on Miranda, both laughing while Ana bobbed her head to the rhythm of the music. “Ready for the next place?” Jessica asked excitedly. The girls chugged the rest of their drinks, slamming the glasses on the table.
The girls walked down the street as Lacy grabbed onto Ana who was laughing at how small Lacy felt next to her. Jessica walked by Miranda as they approached the next bar. “Thanks for telling her to shut up, that was awesome” Jessica admitted.
“I’d be happy to do that again, god I hate her…” Miranda said, taking a tiny stumble, but catching herself quickly.
“Sometimes I do too” Jessica said.
“Why do you do it then? Like… it’s obvious you can be nice, why not be this way all the time, why be so mean to an entire city full of people?” Miranda said, waving her hands dramatically.
“I wish I had a better answer other than, I have no fucking clue… maybe it’s just because it’s fun for me sometimes; something about the power, girl, you should really try it out every once in a while” Jessica said with a few slurred words and nonchalant attitude.
“Ugghhhh!” Miranda groaned loudly as the muscles in her neck strained. Jessica could start to feel her alcohol catching up with her.
“I know, I really do want to be better, I swear, but I’m going to keep doing what I need to do to live my life the way I want” Jessica said as she strode with a tipsy confidence down the sidewalk.
“Fine, but maybe like try a little harder when you can please?” Miranda said as Jessica rolled her eyes. “Ughh… I keep getting texts for Ashton City… I wish they would just leave me alone for one stupid night” Miranda grumbled as her phone kept buzzing.
“At least you can still talk to them… what does it say anyway?” Jessica asked.
“I can barely see straight, girl… but it looks like a bunch of gibberish anyway… whatever” Miranda dismissed placing the phone back in her coat pocket.
“Yo! Imagine this is what it must feel like!” Lacy shouted.
“What do you mean?” Miranda asked.
“Crowded streets, everyone yelling, buildings all around… now imagine your giant face high above the clouds… oooohhh that’s fucking terrifying… especially picturing Jessica’s face” Lacy rambled as she leaned back, looking up, nearly falling over as Ana caught her.
“Oh fuck you haha!” Jessica laughed loudly.
“Let’s go!” Ana shouted as she was entering another bar, her arms waving over her head as she already started dancing to the new music.
“Fuck yeah!” Lacy followed closely behind hugging onto Ana’s back.
The drinks and dancing continued, all on the floor together and laughing as they playfully grinded on each other, letting go of their problems for one night.
“Hey, fuck what Ashley said, dance with me!” Jessica yelled at Lacy. Jessica breaking the ice with Lacy by grabbing her and jumping around showing her that she was over the kiss incident. Miranda threw her scarf around Ana, pulling her closer as they danced together under the flashing strobe lights. The crew becoming more wasted as the night went on and the hours passed by like nothing.
Suddenly the bright lights turned on and the music grew quieter, the bartenders shout for closing time as people slowly made their way into the cold and crowded streets. “Are we going home now?” Lacy mumbled as she slumped in Jessica’s arms.
“I’m still buzzin! What else is open?” Miranda shouted excitedly.
“Miranda, chill, yeah, we’re going home, the uber is called already” Jessica said, fumbling with her phone in her purse as she wavered in place. Ana was loudly speaking in her native tongue to a group of guys all a little shorter than her.
“Ana, you’re speaking Russian again!” Lacy shouted and laughed. Ana kept talking to the guy on the street despite the commotion, but he looked deeply confused along with his friends.
“Ana, he can’t understand you!” Miranda chuckled. Ana started shouting louder as the guy started to walk away quickly. The tallest person in the crowd waving her arms and stumbling towards the group frustrated.
“I was try to say… he was cute… in Ukrainian” Ana heavily slurred as she fought her hiccups, her eyes closing slightly as she had a dumb satisfied smirk on her face.
“Looks like you scared a few people, you angry fucking giant” Jessica laughed. Just then, the uber pulled up, the girls opening the doors as they plopped in sloppily, struggling to find the seat belts as Lacy passed out on Jessica’s shoulder while Jessica’s head was spinning. Ana attempted to speak to the uber driver in Ukrainian but failed miserably after he turned up the music out of fear of the amazon woman directly next to him in the passenger seat. Miranda bounced her leg and rotated her head to the hit song playing on the radio, still feeling hyper and good, asking for the uber driver to stop off for some fast food, but he ignored her repeated requests.
The car doors closed behind them as they climbed up the stairs, Miranda and Jessica carrying a half awake Lacy as she struggled to place her feet on the steps. “The one time I don’t want the top floor” Miranda grumbled as she heaved. Ana opened the door, holding it open as the other two carried in the emo light weight. Ana closed and locked the door behind them, stumbling towards her room, ripping off her clothes before she even got close to her bed as they scattered around the living room in a trail leading towards her atop her fluffy covers, slamming face first on her bed with the lights still on, passing out as the room spun around her rapidly. Jessica and Miranda opened up Lacy’s dark room to get a rare look inside, seeing the various glows of the city and the distinct lack of the same lights where the most destruction of the city suffered on her nightstand. They gently dropped her face down on the black covers, Jessica taking off her shoes and beanie for her and tossing them with the other mess on the floor. Jessica and Miranda closed the door gently behind them and stood in the hallway for a brief moment.
“I’m so drunk that I could actually stand the thought of hugging you” Jessica said, her eyes half closed as she propped her back against the kitchen counter for balance.
“Thanks for a good night and keep trying to be better” Miranda said, stretching her arms out and embracing Jessica to her chest, but letting go quickly.
“Goodnight” Jessica said with a surprised smile after letting go of the hug. Jessica returning to her room, taking time to stumble around her bathroom, taking off her makeup and clothes, washing her face and brushing her teeth as best as she could while the room spun around her. Passing out in her bed for the rest of the night with heavy snoring that scared and deprived the denizens of her city of sleep behind the closet door.
Miranda fiddled with her key at her door, finally unlocking it after a few missed attempts. Giggling to herself as she closed the door softly behind her. Miranda turned on her heels and nearly tumbled over, catching herself with her palm on the wall, chuckling to herself as she stepped closer to the center of her room. The soft glow of the desk lamp illuminating the room and city spread out the length of the desk, a sight she was used to, although not used to seeing her people with blurry and spinning perception. Miranda took off her jacket and scarf and dropped them to the floor, sitting at the edge of her bed as she lazily hiked up her boots, unzipping them and kicking her feet out one at a time, peeling her pink socks off and tossing them at the side of the jacket. Miranda rubbed her sweaty toes into the carpet as she peeled off her sweater tossing it behind her as she laid back in her bed, her feet hanging off the edge, kicked out towards Ashton City as she emphatically sighed.
Miranda groaned a bit as the view of her ceiling spun. Miranda lurched herself upright and lazily dragged off her jeans, kicking her knees up and down until they started to strip off, peeling off the last bit with her toes, and laid back down in nothing but a black bra and white panties. Miranda closed her eyes for a second, but the feeling of her vision spinning made her stomach upset, sitting back up and hunching over the side of her bed, she rubbed her head and reached for her jacket to retrieve her phone, remembering that she had a few unanswered messages. “uhhhh… my head is spinning… didn’t y’all text me earlier?” Miranda mumbled to herself while looking at a blurry Ashton City, grabbing her phone in both hands and resting them on her lap as the phone unlocked. Miranda drunkenly replied to a few classmates that were asking about some lecture notes, badly misspelling a few words. Miranda scrolled down seeing an odd message from Ashton City, “Help, held against our will, prisoners turned slaves co-“the message read before suddenly ending. Miranda squinted, reading each word carefully one at a time as she reared her head forward and back for focus.
“What the hell” Miranda spoke loudly as she pieced the message together coherently in her head. Miranda stood up, walking to the desk, her phone in her hand as her tits bounced with each step behind her bra. Hastily pulling the chair back and leaning in for a closer look of the city, “someone better explain to me what this message means” Miranda demanded as she waited for her phone to buzz, squinting, seeing the specks pour out of buildings as the citizens were forced awake in the middle of the night by the violent tremors caused by her reverberating voice.
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Day 148 – Ashton City
“You’re using them as slaves, you’re no better than the other giant bitch who kidnapped our people months ago” the bloody and bruised engineer said to the commander.
“I didn’t ask to be in this position, alright?” the commander explained.
“I think you enjoy it a little too much though, don’t you think?” the engineer said.
“I’m doing this to restore order, so far it’s worked, hasn’t it?” the commander asked with arrogance.
“You’ve forcibly kept us here for months… we haven’t seen the city in so long, just because you can’t figure out how to fix this shit when it breaks” the beaten-up engineer said.
“Yes, you and your team are quite valuable, I must admit, and look at the fruits of your labor, the city is doing fine, no riots, no dissent, everyone working for a common goal” the commander said, looking at the screens on the wall, the cameras showing views of the plastic prisoners being forced at gun point to build structure all over the surface of the military base, tirelessly working, people collapsing from being overworked and dragged away.
“That’s because they’re afraid…” the engineer replied.
“Enough, you, hit him” the commander pointed at a guard. The young female recruit with a slight hesitation bashing the stock of her rifle into the chained-up engineer’s stomach as he heaved air and keeled over in pain, the young guard gritting her teeth, regretting her action, but remained stoic waiting for another order.
Hours passed by as operations at the base continued as normal. The engineer and his partner held by guards as they programmed and calibrated the system in order to send more reliable messages to Miranda. Watching the screens and cameras show the different views of the city as they worked, different shifts and patrols exiting on a tight schedule. The cameras showing some of the fresh recruits abusing their power, beating the new outsiders as they worked on various tasks around the base. The commander asleep in his quarters without care. Cameras showing the regular citizens of the city fleeing from patrols, hiding in their homes, the engineer and his partner simply couldn’t take the sight of fear anymore.
The engineer started talking to the guards, bullshitting a conversation as the guards lazily replied, distracted as a few of them watched the screens and laughed at the prisoners being beat. He started to type as fast as he could into the panel when they briefly looked away, typing out as much as he could before being ripped away and dragged into a back room screaming. His partner in the room saw the guards attempting to delete what was typed, instead, she leaped towards the panel and entered the encrypted send command before she too was dragged away. The device whirring and buzzing as the lights flickered in the room from the significant power drainage.
The two engineers were beaten and tied up as the commander walked in a few moments later. “What did they send?” he asked his guard.
“They typed a distress message to Miranda, sir” the guard spoke.
“How could you let that happen?!” the commander shouted loudly.
“It was an accident, sir” the guard hesitantly said.
“Get out, you stay” he said, dismissing one guard and keeping the young female recruit. The door closed behind them as he rubbed the side of his head frustratingly. “People like you just don’t get it… how can we live with a giant fucking woman taking total authority over us?” He explained.
“We can live with her” the female engineer spoke. The commander pointed at her as the recruit slapped her in the face with a loud yelp.
“She has killed thousands of your friends and neighbors, isn’t that enough for you to hate her?” he spoke.
“She protects us now, if we can’t go home… what else are we supposed to do, huh? There’s no going back to our planet” the engineer who typed the message said. Again, the commander pointed as the recruit punched him in the gut.
“We’ll stay here all night until you learn she is an enemy of the city and you agree to send a message to her that disregards all your previous actions…” the commander spoke with authority. Hours passed in the small dimly lit concrete room, the beating continued as the two engineers fought to stay conscious. The recruit even questioning why she was there, her face full of regret the more she hit them, but the commander swiftly reminded her that she had no home or family, they were all burned by Miranda’s coffee spill, fueling her anger for a moment. Suddenly, the ground began to vibrate, and the feint noise of Miranda’s familiar giggle echoed across the base…
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Day 148 – Miranda
Miranda placed her cheek down on the emptier side of the desk, feeling little crumbles of forest under her face as she looked towards the city at the other end of the desk at a near sideways ground level view, her blonde hair sprawled out, rolling over hills and trees and some houses on the very outskirts, crushing them with ease as the strands of her hairs bulldozed through the land. She closed her eyes for a few moments as she waited for a message to come in. Nearly falling asleep as her energy collapsed after returning home, previously buzzing like crazy earlier in the night. Miranda, breathing heavily through her mouth, as her alcohol washed breath wafted into the city, windows and houses shook, buildings rattled as the people of the city, now fully awake, covered their noses and mouths from the intense and pungent smell.
Eventually, a buzzing atop Miranda’s thighs jolted her upright. She adjusted her desk chair back to the middle nearer to the heart of the city. Rubbing her eyes as her black mascara smudged around them. Leaning in towards the city with her phone as the back of her phone covered most of her face from the view below, meanwhile, her tits were on the horizon of everyone’s view, dwarfing the entire city and its surroundings as her cleavage hovered in place just above the skyline. “Message earlier – accident – please ignore – goodnight” the message read.
“What… no that’s like… not right” Miranda whispered, squinting in annoyance as she looked across the city over the screen of her phone. “Nobody asks for help and then just totally says haha whoops, just kidding” Miranda slurred her whisper. “I’m sorry little people, I didn’t want to wake you all up, but something is wrong” Miranda spoke, her breath washing over more parts of the downtown districts. Miranda’s phone buzzed again.
“Ignore and goodnight” the message read.
“What? No…” Miranda grumbled. “Who is sending these? I want to talk to them right now” Miranda demanded, placing the phone between her thighs.
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Day 148 – Ashton City
The people below her chest could tell something was off, the strong smell, her lack of usual cheerfulness, the masses of awoken crowds began to evacuate away from the major and most dense parts of the city fearing the worst was about to happen. Looking back as many ran away, the view of her was incredibly huge, parts of her body looming over everything, only covered by the tallest skyscrapers still standing in the city. The neighborhoods started shutting off all their lights in hopes she wouldn’t notice them.
Meanwhile, the duo of beaten operators could barely keep their eyes open from them nearly swollen shut. Guns at their back as they typed in the fake messages for Miranda, the commander watching on, glancing at the screens and cameras, growing nervous of Miranda’s reactions as her body took up the width of their entire skyline.
“She wants to talk genuinely… please just give her a conversation before something goes wrong and people are hurt” the female engineer said through her bloody cough.
“Shut up! Alright! Type this… I am unofficial leader of the city, I personally apologize for the message earlier, everything is under control” he said as the engineers operated the machinery.
“Sir, she’s reading it” a guard said as they all focused on the computer screens, the male engineer typing out a message as quick as he could and hitting send while they all were transfixed on the screens before a loud bang echoed around the room followed by a loud scream from his partner. The engineer was shot through the back, killing him instantly, the guard’s rifle smoking as the woman watched on in horror, covered in his blood, but the message was sent.
“Did it send, did it fucking send?!” the commander yelled.
“Yes…sir” the guard with the smoking rifle spoke…
“UURGGGHHHHHHH!!!” Miranda’s loud, frustrated groan echoed through the city, rattling the base.
“That can’t be good…” another guard said.
“What did it fucking say? Tell me!” he yelled.
“It said, trapped in base, need help, forced, going to die” the guard said.
“Everyone, top side, sound highest alert, not a drill” he said before running off to the stairs. The woman covered in the blood of her partner sat there in horror as the guards left her completely alone in the emptied room. She began to type…
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Day 148 – Miranda
“You’re keeping people trapped? The people from Jessica’s stupid box? How could you?” Miranda spoke, rattling buildings below her chest, her face twisting in confusion and anger. “Where are you… there, right? The base?” Miranda whispered to herself, rotating her head around, fighting off her blurry drunken vision as she located the base in the top corner of her desk. Miranda scooted her chair back and stood to her full height, holding her phone with one hand. Her waist on the horizon of the city’s skyline now as the people below could see the silhouette of her pussy behind the white panties dominating the sky as they ran away to their homes. Miranda bent over the city, her midriff above everyone as her tits hung lower, her hair falling to her sides as she got a closer look, she could she masses of specks atop the runways and surrounding streets. Miranda’s phone vibrated once more, drunkenly pulling her phone to her face, and reading the message as she continued to lean over, squinting her eyes to focus on the message.
“Please don’t read this out loud, or they will kill me. My name is Sabine, and my partner was just killed trying to tell you that we’re trapped here against our will with hundreds of others along with the outsiders. The commander of the military is on a power trip and keeps a tight grip on the city while you’re not around. You have to help us, we want to live with you, not against you. Please” the message read. Miranda’s face turned angry as she read the message, but most of the city couldn’t tell since the phone covered her expression. Miranda turned around, her ass shaking with her steps as she angrily tossed her phone towards her bed, the phone bouncing off the wall in a loud thud, cracking part of the screen. Miranda turned her attention back towards the base, leaning over them with a scowl, her eyebrows lowered, mascara smudged, her nose upturned a bit, but before she could collect any of her thoughts, a flood of fiery glowing streaks struck her throat, lips, and cheeks, like tiny and insignificant sparks. “What do you think you’re doing?” Miranda callously reacted, feeling a very brief and warm tickle where the barrage struck her skin. A trail of smoke leading down to the culprits scattered around the base.
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Day 148 – Ashton City
The smoke cleared quickly from her pungent breathing, the intense wind batting down a few people as they struggled to pick themselves back up. Her face looming above them, impossible to look at her in her entirety. Every fine detail of her furious face judging them like a raging goddess.
“Was that all we fucking had?” The commander shouted over his radio atop a tower while he watched a few thousand soldiers and nervous recruits at a standstill.
“Yes, sir…that was our entire reserve artillery battery” the radio chimed back.
“Start shooting at her face!” he yelled.
“Sir, our guns can’t reach that high” the radio chimed again.
“Fucking cowards all of you!” The commander yelled, pulling a rifle away from a guard and shooting towards Miranda. The rest of the soldiers and recruits watched on as he lost his mind, the officers formerly following his orders refusing to shoot as most of them laid down their weapons and just stared upward towards her bright blue eyes, knowing they couldn’t get away fast enough if Miranda decided to crush them. The fresh recruits and the soldiers that were left over on the tarmac could hear the echo of a single rifle, thinking they were about to meet their doom as Miranda’s eyes winced in anger, some falling to their knees regretting signing up for the new military, suddenly her lips quivered high above them.
“GIVE ME THE LEADER AND I PROMISE NOBODY WILL BE HURT” Her voiced boomed over everyone at the base and the city, the soldiers screaming and covering their ears as their hearing slowly returned to normal. The commander still firing his rifle up towards her, as he began to reload another magazine of ammo, the female guard that had shot the engineer earlier felt her emotions gripping at her, and in a haste, hit the commander as hard as she could with the stock of her rifle to his head, knocking him out in one swift motion. The soldiers all speechless as she picked up the radio. “BRING HIM TO THE EDGE OF THE CITY… HMM LIKE… HERE” Miranda’s voice rumbled as she pointed to a spot near where the outskirts of the city met the desk’s edge. The soldiers moved quickly, tying up and loading the commander on a truck, driving him through the panicking streets full of people wondering what was going on.
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Day 148 – Miranda
Miranda felt her blood boiling, but still feeling the influence of all those fruity cocktails, she stumbled to her bed to retrieve her phone off the covers, plopping down on the edge of her bed. “Shit!” Miranda said, seeing a spider web of cracks on part of the screen, but still functioning and working, angry with herself for letting her drunken inhibitions get the best of her, processing what happened in the endless loops of inebriated thoughts to justify her actions. “Sabine, right?” Miranda typed the message.
“Yes, goddess” the message replied.
“Oh, you don’t have to call me that” Miranda replied back.
“Sorry, it just seemed fitting right now… the people are afraid on the cameras” Sabine typed.
“I didn’t mean to do that… I just wanted to know what was going on” Miranda replied. “I’m sorry, tiny people… I didn’t mean to scare you at all, I’m going to fix the military problem, I totally promise that, please just get some good rest tonight while I handle things” Miranda spoke softly from her bed towards the city.
“It looks like they’re calming down, thank you” Sabine typed.
“Of course, so… are they… bringing him to me?” Miranda anxiously typed.
“Yes, they will arrive in 20 or so minutes, takes a while to drive all that way… may I ask, what will you do with him?” Sabine wrote.
“He’s killed people, right, like totally on purpose?” Miranda typed on her broken phone.
“Yeah… right in front of me, dozens more without emotion” she wrote back.
“Something that I hate doing more than anything in the whole word” Miranda typed. She waited on her bed, looking her phone over, searching for phone repair stores around campus, seeing how much it would cost to have it fixed as she sighed, batting her feet over the edge. Laying on her pillow as her body contorted in a weird position as she suffered through the hazy dizziness. In and out of resting her eyes, her makeup smudging a bit on the pillowcase, her phone vibrated on her stomach, lazily propping herself up and reading the message.
“He’s there” Sabine said. Miranda sighed and stood up, casually walking towards her desk, sitting down at the chair in front of the city, her knees pivoted inwards as she bounced her toes up and down anxiously, her arms crossed as she kept a stern and intimidating face. She looked towards the spot she picked out, a few larger specks of trucks and vehicles driving away as a lone speck stood still within a huge opening on the edge of the desk away from the city.
“I can’t let you hurt anybody anymore in my city… I’m sorry…” Miranda whispered. Miranda watched him from above until the trucks were far enough away from the area, gazing down on him with intense judgment in her eyes. Miranda lowered her pink nail towards the commander as the speck barely tried to move away, flattening out her digit as she pressed her skin onto him, feeling an insignificant pop, twisting her finger a bit as she dragged it off the wood and onto her lap, wiping away the tiny speckle of his remains, she sighed heavily, rattling a few buildings from the gust of wind. She slumped down in the chair with a relieved feeling, her neck bent back over the back rest as her arms dropped towards the floor at her sides.
She hated killing, especially on purpose, but she justified her thoughts into believing that was the right thing to do in the moment. She had ideas floating in her head, revitalize the city, promote real leadership, get everyone on her side again. She picked her head back up, leaning towards mini metropolis, hearing tiny squeaks of cheering from the hundreds of thousands of people below her. Miranda smiled wide, feeling accomplished, head spinning, almost in tears from the emotion she was feeling. “Goodnight little ones… sweet dreams” Miranda whispered softly, in a drunken lapse of judgement and in an attempt to be cute and motherly, she leaned her heard further into the city and blew a tiny kiss, a skyscraper crumbling on her naturally plump lips without her seeing it. The smoke of the collapsing structure hazy in her view as the cheers turned to screams. “Aww… they’re cheering even louder” Miranda mumbled to herself said as she scooted back, turning off the light, her phone blowing up with texts on the floor as she fell on her bed, piling the covers over her with a smile.
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Day 148 – Ashton City
She leaned in further, the city enamored with the good news that the dictator like commander was dead. People celebrating in the streets as they returned slowly to their homes for sleep. “GOODNIGHT LITTLE ONES… SWEET DREAMS” her voice rattled windows and cars all over as people continued to cheer. Sabine still watched on from the bunker, still broken and bloody almost breaking down in tears, watching as the commander disappeared and smeared under Miranda’s finger as he screamed and begged for mercy, but her emotional high turned to horror quickly, glimpsing at the cameras across the city as the entire view had her impossibly huge lips looming closer and closer, each detail and wrinkle of her lips growing faster and faster as her bottom lip faintly touched a skyscraper followed by a loud smooch and puckering of her lips before she pulled away in an instant, the lips disappearing off camera as the building shook and collapsed halfway up, the base reaming in place as the top half broke off in chunks, a plume of grey smoke and debris raining down on the packed streets full of people celebrating.
Sabine saw people disappear under the smoke, people running away in a craze as the power and lights flickered and the ground rumbled violently. Dozens of people crushed and a hundred more injured but alive. Sabine typed into another monitor summoning any willing medical teams to go help immediately. Suddenly, the desk lamp shut off, leaving the city alone with the glow of their own lights and the feint moonlight coming through the window miles away. Sabine typed into the panel for Miranda, sending numerous messages begging for help, but they went ignored as the quakes of her steps waded off in the distance followed by the thump of her falling into her bed. “All alone tonight…” Sabine sadly whispered to herself, breaking down to tears in the empty room surrounded by chaotic scenes of death all over the monitors.
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Day 148 – Lacy
Lacy was the first to wake up, her head spinning violently as she wobbled to her bathroom to piss, feeling incredibly sick. Stumbling back to her bed in the dark room in the early hours of the morning, the apartment quiet as a gentle breeze rattled softly against her window. She collapsed back down in her bed, landing on her phone, annoyingly poking her in her ribs. Lacy rubbed her eyes and checked her notifications, 8 texts from Kiyoko brightly lit on her screen as Lacy squinted and groggily groaned. Lacy’s heart dropped, jolting awake as she opened her phone. Lacy scrolled through the 8 back-to-back messages, finding her own message to Ki at the top of the conversation. An entire paragraph of horribly misspelled and drunken words was sent around 2am to Ki.
Lacy struggled to remember her actions in doing so, briefly thinking back on the walk to the last club where she had her phone out. Lacy didn’t read Ki’s texts at first, closing her phone and anxiously tossing it off the bed, thudding on the carpet and bouncing into a pile of dirty laundry. “Fuck… fuck fuck fuck….” Lacy whispered to herself, her stomach turning, she pulled her black pillow over her face, shoving it against her temples to relieve the spinning, but it didn’t work. “She texted me back though… what the fuck…” Lacy continued to whisper, muffling her words into the pillow. “Uarrrghhh!” she frustratingly screamed a bit, silenced into the pillow as she attempted to go back to sleep. She tossed and turned until finally passing out again until the late afternoon. The apartment still quiet as everyone dealt with their hangovers. Lacy leaned over her bed, reaching her arm outward and fishing her phone out of a pile of dirty panties and shirts. “Alright, Ki… let’s see what you have to say” Lacy said, unlocking her phone…