Punk'd
by
Asukafan2001
© 2004. Giantess Planet. All Rights Reserved.
Prologue
May 15th 2004, the day the world
died, the day society dawned a new cloak. It was the day Evolution, became
revolution. A day in which our values, our morals, our way of life, changed,
forever.
We all used to grow up thinking; what do I want
to be when I grow up. We all had foolish thoughts that we would somehow change
the world. That we would be a hero, a president, a superstar. Someone in which
people would idealize, idolize, or cherish. We wanted to be like Mike. We wanted
to be like superman and save the day. It was foolish but it is what kept us all
glued together. Our dreams, our hopes, our aspirations were filled grandeur
because we always wanted to be working towards something.
It was a time when you never grew up thinking,
no not thinking, it was never a time when you grew up hoping that you would just
die; you never had to work so hard just to get absolutely nowhere. The times you
thought that it will be better tomorrow never became I hope tomorrow isn't any
worse then today.
May 15th 2004, the day we not only as
a nation, or a civilization, but as a planet wept at what we had lost, the days
we realized that we wouldn't get back, all the time that was sucked into
oblivion. May 15th 2004 was the day one era died and another dawned.
Chapter One: Introduction to chaos
The morning started off as cold and dreary. No
one suspected it as a sign of what was to come. The rain drops fell in unison
around the world. The people call it now, the day the heavens wept, because
never in our history as a planet, have we had it rain simultaneously around the
world. People think that the rain was god crying at what was about to come. He
was crying at what the creation he had just made would do to his children.
No one knows exactly how it happened, or why it
happened. The causes even today are left unknown. It's speculated to be just a
bunch of random occurrences that happened to coincide at the right time.
What we do know is that a gang known as the
Avengers broke into a reactor plant. The plant was thought to be shut down
sometime shortly after the end of the cold war, however something ignited the
reactor which is hypothesized to have made a chemical imbalance in the girls
which caused them to grow to colossal proportions.
The thunderous crashing of the reactor plant was
heard around the world. It was one of those times that everything stopped, like
the day John F. Kennedy was shot, It was like September 11th, the day
the twin towers fell. Only it was not a nation that was brought to a standstill,
it was the world. Every broadcast signal was covering the same story, the same
news, because nothing else mattered. It was the single moment that our planet
was unified as one. The world could not believe what had just happened, nor
could it ever imagine what was about to come.
I can remember exactly where I was when this all
happened. It is a moment that will be forever engrained into my head. It is like
how people say that when you die the last thing that you see is burned into your
retinas. This very memory, this day, this event, is engraved into my head. It is
something that I can never forget, a nightmare that haunts me as I sleep, a
memory that forever burrows its way to the forefront of my mind.
Chapter Two: The Awakening of evil
I remember watching CNN, they had an aerial shot
of the reactor plant. The entire building was imploding. The walls were falling
inward as the ground shook tearing the entire city apart. A plume of smoke shot
up into the air engulfing the city. Clear as day the sirens, the screams, the
horror of it all could be heard so clearly. It was as if everyone waited for the
shot to change to anything else, because this, this panic, this terror, was all
too real.
The screams of a million people in sheer utter
panic cut through the air, the wails of babies crying rumbled through the
television speakers. Everyone just stood where they were, staring at the
television unable to move, unable to think. In the same moment, we heard all
that terror then in the next, it was gone. There was not one remaining scream,
not a single child crying for his mom, there was just the smoke. The smoke that
hid the chaos and destruction that had just occurred; no one hoped that the
smoke would clear, because as soon as it did everything we saw would be real,
but as long as that smoke was there, we could fool ourselves for a moment
longer.
I think we all wished that we
could live in that moment right before this all happened, the moment before the
implosion, before the discovery that would change everything; Those few precious
moments before all this in which a single smile had not yet fallen into
extinction.
Through the smoke we could all
see a glimmer of blue, our eyes strained to see what it was, what it could
possibly be, then next to the blue there was a bright fire engine red color,
then between the two yet still behind was a black color. They looked to be domed
in shape and were rising out of the smoke. They just kept rising taller and
taller.
As the smoke cleared, we saw that
there were three survivors, three, gigantic survivors. None of us could believe
our eyes as we looked at them. They were unimaginably tall, the rubble of the
entire city lay cluttered around there boots and shoes, they stood there looking
confused and dazed at each other. We all watched not knowing what else to do or
think.
No one knew what would happen
next, but no one thought that what did happen next, would be what would happen.
The black haired girl turned her head from left to right, her hair sliced
through the air. I am told that everyone within two hundred miles of the
implosion heard the cutting of her hair through the air, they felt a hurricane
like blast of wind created from a simple swivel of her head. That gust of wind
sent buildings to there knees, trees were ripped from there roots, bridges
collapsed, cars over turned, people were lost and never heard from again.
“You lookin' at me?†she sneered
angrily as she looked into the now tiny camera. We all watched in horror as we
all saw first hand the true magnitude of this girl. As she spoke we could see a
lip ring the size of a car, her mouth hanging wide open could seemingly
encompass the entire world. She pushed the helicopter past her lips and let it
fall onto her tongue. We cringed as we helplessly watched her tongue rise up
and curl around the helicopter. The sharp blades still spinning, the blades that
could easily cut us in half were crushed like a ball of paper as her tongue
wrapped around the helicopter. The camera went to black leaving with us with
just the audio, the screams of the pilot and reporter sent chills down our
spine. Then the television went silent.
Chapter Three: The Last Stand
May 23rd 2004, our armies closed in
on them, I sat glued to the television knowing that my father was somewhere in
that chaos. The armies of the world pushed forward, as the first shots fired, we
watched in glee as thier bullets struck the redheads arm. The second round came
in from the air, as missiles fired at the trio. The tanks fired at will leaving
nothing left on the table. A cloud of smoke encased the girls; the shots
continued pouring in.
Everyone was cheering, it was like a 4th
and goal stand and your team held, it was like watching Kevin Dyson streak
across the field, watching him hit the 10, then the 5 then the 3, everyone
erupting knowing the game is over, the game won, its in hand with just inches to
go and then the unthinkable happens. Tackled, stopped, just inches shy as time
ticks away.
Similar to than, as the smoke cleared; we could
only watch in absolute amazement as they stood unharmed, untouched. The worlds
collective jaw dropped, as we watched the blue haired girl lift her bat and take
a batting stance, as the incoming air strike sped in we knew what was to come, I
knew my father was going to die. Unlike the movies, it did not happen in slow
motion, there was not some grandiose explosion. The blue haired giant swung; the
tons upon tons of wood careened into the jets. It was like watching someone swat
flies. In a single swing an entire fleet of planes gone, in a single instant I
had no father.
I stared at the television unable to hold back
my tears; I looked over at my older sister who had coming running into the room.
She looked down at me as I looked up at her. Nothing needed to be said, I could
not even catch her, as she collapsed. I just watched, the tears streaming down
my face, my sister balling on the floor.
I could no longer watch as they stomped out the
army. The last thing I saw was the black haired girl lifting her shoe above the
fleeing ground support. The camera panned up and you could see chunks of earth
raining down on the army, it was like watching an army of ants trying to flee.
It was hopeless, her foot slammed into the earth. The shaking was said to be
felt around the world. Our way of life was about to change.
Chapter Four: A New Beginning
July13th 2004, It had been over two
month since that fateful day. The day I lost a father, the day world lost hope.
It was a struggling time as people died each day. The world's population was
united as one, yet it was a horrible a time to be alive. Our loss to the giants
had put us all under marshal law.
In a matter of 60 days over 2 billion people had
died, died from them, died from starvation, died from a broken heart. The death
toll rose dramatically, but this day, July 13th 2004 was the day it
tapered off. It was the first time that supply, met demand. We could feed them
and us, but only with great struggle.
The giants, because of there size ate tremendous
amounts of food; they could eat a cow whole and not even flinch. They have been
said to be able to eat a thousand men at one time and not so much as have to
cough to clear a little room. As I write this, I find it best to describe what a
day is like for us as no one will ever be able to understand any other way.
The moon still shines in the sky illuminating
the ground below, we begin to stir from our houses knowing they will soon
arrive. Men, women, children, it makes no difference as every able body is
needed just to survive.
The day starts out with the gathering of
food. Supplies from around the world land here in what use to be New York but is
now called Elysium. We call it Elysium because this city is the world's hub,
more then one quarter of the world live here to appease the goddesses. Food,
clothing, water, and whatever else they request all ends up here in Elysium.
We struggle to gather the supplies out of
the cargo bays as every moment counts, every minute wasted only adds to the
chance of there unhappiness, as we have learned that when they are unhappy it
only leads to loss of life, to punishment, to devastation. All of which we are
unable to stop. We have learned all too quickly that we are at their mercy.
The ground begins to shake brutally, as trees
tumble, dust rises as we struggle just to stand. Our heads turn as we can easily
see them from what is to us, hundreds of miles away. As they draw near thoughts
of worthlessness, enter our heads. We are struggling just survive the wraith of
three girls who look to be barely out high school. They literally own us, they
own our existence, because at any moment they could stomp us all out with a
couple of well placed steps. They walk what must be miles to us with every step,
their weight incomprehensible.
Still miles out the black haired girl who we
have learned to call Goddess Ash seems to be the leader, As Neon the blue haired
one and Ember the redhead seem to do what she tells them to.
Ash looks down at us as she
approaches the city. Our hearts skip a beat as she glares at us. The rumbling
has now grown to the point where none of us can stand. We crawl on the ground
trying to find safety as the sound of buildings collapsing in the city ravage
the airwaves; we cringe as debris fills the air making it difficult to breathe.
Ash steps between us all with
ease as her long legs glide over the airport and to the basin where we store the
food. Ember, sets down a large backpack next to the basin and starts to toss the
food in.
Even in fear, we can only
stare in amazement as Embers arms grab tons upon tons of food and easily sweep
it into the backpack. Ash however like usual turns her attention towards us. Her
tattooed arms strike fear as she spits down at us.
We try to flee but the wad of
spit looks almost like an entire lake falling down upon us. The warm, thick
mucus splatters against us engulfing our bodies as it spreads out across the
runway.
“Yew and yer fuckin' people,
use to look down on us cus we didn't ‘ave money like you do, cus we dressed
different. Look at us now, yew could drown in my spit†she snarled as she
laughed.
We all cringed as he voice
filled the morning sky, the voice so powerful it was like it was keeping the sun
from rising. We could only watch helplessly as the old well worn canvas style
shoes of neon swept over us, the wind alone sent us tumbling over. The act alone
caused both Ash and Neon to laugh as Ember easily lifted up the bag of food that
could feed us for a lifetime.
They stomped off away from us
towards the harbor. We were just glad that our part of the day was done, and we
suffered no major losses. We prayed that our counterparts at the harbor would do
as well us. We now started to scrounge up the left over food for ourselves,
hoping it would be enough.
Chapter Five: Search and Destroy
It's funny how the simples things
in life are the ones you take for granted. Things like being able to go to bed
on a full stomach, getting to see your family on the holidays, or just being
able to do nothing.
The world's greatest problems use
to be crime and man itself. In just a few short months the world only has one
problem. As time passes by the three titans continue to assert themselves as the
head of the food chain. We are like maggots trying to scavenge food for
ourselves through there leftovers.
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