The clang of metal on metal echoed through the cavernous high school gym, punctuated by the grunts and groans of teenagers pushing themselves to their limits. The air hung thick with the scent of sweat and ozone, a familiar cocktail to those who worshipped at the altar of iron. Tonight, however, the scent was mingled with a new, unsettling aroma—fear.
It started with a tremor, a barely perceptible shift in the floorboards. Then, a low, guttural chuckle resonated from the far end of the gym, where the weightlifting machines stood. Heads turned, eyes widening as a figure emerged from the shadows, his towering form blotting out the flickering fluorescent lights above. Steven. A hulking behemoth of a man, at least twenty feet tall, his muscles rippling under his skin like a living tapestry of power.
His face was a mask of arrogant amusement as he surveyed the room, his eyes like cold steel glinting in the dim light. This was his domain now, and these puny humans were mere ants in his path.
'Well, lookie here,' he boomed, his voice a rumbling thunder that made the weights tremble on the racks. 'The local meatheads are trying to flex their little muscles. Cute.' He sauntered towards a squat rack, his massive hands easily dwarfing the barbell. Lifting it with a flick of his wrist, he tossed it over his head with a derisive laugh, the metal groaning in protest.
Panic rippled through the room. Whispers turned to panicked murmurs as teenagers scrambled away from the giant, their faces pale with terror. One particularly brave soul, a stocky senior named Jason, stepped forward, his face flushed with a mixture of anger and fear.
'Hey! Get outta here, you freak!' Jason shouted, trying to project an air of confidence that even he knew was a flimsy facade. 'This is our gym!'
Steven turned his head, his massive jaw working as he sized Jason up. 'Your gym?' he scoffed, his voice dripping with disdain. 'This is a playground for giants, little man. And I, my friend, am the king of the jungle.' He chuckled menacingly, the sound echoing through the gym like a death knell.
With a swift movement, Steven snatched the barbell Jason had been using, snapping it in half like a twig. Jason stumbled back, his eyes wide with shock as he watched the giant fling the broken barbell across the room, smashing a nearby mirror to shards.
'You're not even lifting it!' Steven bellowed, his voice shaking the very foundations of the gym. 'You're just playing pretend. You're nothing but a fake. A wannabe.' He grabbed a nearby dumbbell, the weight seemingly insignificant in his massive hand. And with a flick of his wrist, he launched it across the room, shattering another mirror.
The gym was in chaos. Screaming teenagers ran for the exits, their faces contorted in terror. Jason, still frozen in shock, gaped at the giant as he continued his rampage, shattering equipment and tossing weights with contemptuous ease.
'Get out of my way, you pathetic little worms,' Steven roared, his voice a terrifying crescendo. 'This gym belongs to me now!'
He picked up a bench press, the heavy metal frame straining under his immense weight. He tossed it into the air, sending it arcing across the room before it crashed onto the floor, splintering into a dozen pieces.
With each act of destruction, Steven grew taller, his muscles bulging further, his presence overwhelming the gym. Each time he posed the gym floor shook. He seemed to be feeding off the fear and chaos of the terrified teenagers, his power multiplying with every shattered mirror and broken machine.
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