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Kyle ran without stopping down the street that led to the hospital. His lungs were heaving, his heart pounding in his chest and yet still he ran faster

[“I KNOW WHAT YOU ARE ABOUT TO DO MASTER.”]

Kyle could hear his electronic, his phone speaking in his ear, invading his thoughts unlike before when it was speaking out loud in his room.

“Oh yea?” Kyle responded with a smirk.

[“YES, AND I WOULD RECOMMEND AGAINST GOING.]

Kyle wasn’t surprised to hear those words, he already knew his iPhones feelings when it came to Derrick and other people for that matter. The destruction caused made things quite apparent and yet…

“Derrick is my friend.” Kyle said in between breaths. “My oldest friend.” He looked down towards his right pocket, which held tightly to his iPhone 8. “If you really are the phone that I have treasured for all these years, than you will help me save him.”

[…]

The phone didn’t reply as Kyle continued to run, passing block by block. He would soon reach his destination filled with danger. He could see black smoke rising from afar, the once straight sidewalk was now beginning to look cracked and messy as if the earth itself was trying to shake itself apart.

[“I AM WITTH YOU.”]

Kyle once again looked down at his right pocket.

[“IM ALWAYS WITH YOU MASTER.”]

Kyle didn’t know what to make of his phone and it’s new found power, he thought about Derricks phone, even now he still remembered how it was so obsessed with trying to kill him. How sure was he that his own phone would not turn against him. He needed it’s power, in the end that was all that mattered.

[“Derrick I’m coming.”]

***

HOSPITAL.

She stood tall with both hands on her hips as she looked down with her crimson eyes at the burning buildings that didn’t even come up to her knees. Her long black hair cascaded downward, small strands cover her face making her more sexy. She wore black panted armor that covered her arms and legs, armor that could feel the heat of the flames as it burned close to her mighty legs, it was pleasant to the touch, warm but fierce. It was a sight to behold, a beautiful sight and yet it wasn’t enough. Her eyes narrowed, her mouth opened and her nostrils flared as she took in the scene before her. The sound of sirens wailed in the background, she didn’t care, for today was a special day. Today was the day that she was finally free, the day that the humans would pay for imprisoning her.

[“YOU WILL ALL PAY, I SWEAR IT!”] She yelled out with a sadistic smile as she watched the little people scurry all around her feet.

They were scared, they didn’t know what to do, they had no choice but to stare up at this mighty Titan of joyful rage.

“Surrender!”

[“HUH?”]

The Black armored giantess looked over towards her left, her crimson eyes fell on a whole platoon of police officers who had their guns trained on her. One man stood in front of the others, he was much older and in his right hand he carried a megaphone. He was the chef of police Magnus Belfre.

“MA’AM WE WOULD ALL LIKE YOU TO STOP DESTROYING HOSPITAL AND COME WJTH US.” The Chef Belfre said through his megaphone as he looked up at the behemoth towering over him,

The Titan smiled. [“AND WHAT IF I DONT LITTLE MAN? WHAT ARE YOU GOING TO DO?”]

Chef Belfre slowly rose his right hand and as he did a dozen clicks echoed through the air. A dozen guns, turned off safety where pointed towards their intended target.

“IF YOU DON’T COMPLY THEN WE WILL BE FORCED TO USE FORCE.”

The giantess laughed, her chest puffed and her eyes gleamed evilly. Her smile nevered faltered as she took a mighty step forward, her black cybernetic shoes going deep into the ground.

[“YOU CAN TRY.”] She said with a wide smile. [“OH I WOULD LOVE TO SEE YOU TRY.”]

“MEN! PREPARE TO FIRE!”

The giant with both hands extended to her side began to be encircled with red electricity that seemed to burn the air. Her long black hair began to rise, the very end of each strand glowing a bright red. She took a fighting stance bending both of her knees as if she where predator about to pounce.

[“BRING IT ON!”] She yelled rushing forward taking massive strides forward.

“ALL MEN FIRE!”

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