A great swath of destruction has been cut through the city behind Gorgon and thousands have been snuffed out....but the vast percentage of the city and its populace lies untouched, causing the great minotaur's muzzle to crease in a cruel grin. He moves towards the sounds where the populace is at its heaviest with the intent of population control.

The streets are jammed with people all trying to exit the city at once. Even under ideal circumstances, evacuation of a population center this size would take many hours, perhaps even days; only a pitiful handful have managed to escape on the choked highways. In the distance lies the airport, where many have gathered in hopes of finding a rapid flight out of the city. Closer by, train stations and bus terminals are jammed tight, while many others opt to take their chances in the packed streets. It proves to be the doom of those who are unlucky enough to be trapped on the streets upon which the giant chooses to walk. Dozens are casually stepped on, each footfall echoing with the sickening sound of their destruction.

Gorgon sees the exodus to the terminals, and frowns--disliking the idea of the insects escaping. He moves towards the bus terminals first, then through the terminal, systematically crushing every bus he sees. The buses flatten easily beneath his heavy feet. Some of the passengers manage to escape; others are crushed into jelly within the wreckage, their blood oozing from the twisted metal and pooling with the spilt fuel. Those within the terminal are cognizant of the fact that the monster is deliberately seeking to block their escape, but there is nowhere for them to go. The streets without are packed as well. They can only shriek futilely as the bull's mammoth feet and legs smash through the building, kicking them aside like fallen leaves.

After inspecting his work, he turns his attentions to the trains, which he intends to use a certain amount of...creativity...in its destruction. The train station lies four blocks away, rows of low apartment buildings separating him from it. A long train is being loaded, bodies literally hanging out the windows. It is overfull, but with frantic refugees pushing onto the track the engineer cannot begin rolling.

Gorgon chuckles, a thunderous sound that echoes across the streets. The apartment buildings are dwarfed by the evil macrotaur, and he lumbers towards the station, indifferent to the structures in his way. The buildings disintegrate as powerful pillars of muscle push through the boxes like so much cardboard, smashing them to bits as though they were nothing but sandcastles. Wreckage, bodies and pieces of bodies fly ahead of the minotaur in a great arc. Within the train station the floor shudders hard. The ceiling jerks and the lights go out just before Gorgon's colossal foot bursts though the ceiling--those within are flattened in an instant, save for the precious few who are buried alive.

Outside, the engineer is frantically blasting the train's horn, a sound which stops abruptly as he sees the crowd milling in front of the train vanish abruptly beneath Gorgon's other colossal foot. Then Gorgon settles down in a crouch, peering into the cab, and the grin is enough to make the bravest man's blood run cold. He then takes hold of the train engine, and starts to pull it upwards--the engine rises up, pulling the second car with it; that car tilts higher and higher, until its back end comes off the track and it starts to lift the third car with it. He stands, letting the rest of the train that was lifted dangle in his grip; from within, the lights inside have gone out, but the emergency lights are on, allowing the evil minotaur to see the mobs of would-be refugees scrambling about inside. They are clawing at the windows and the doors, but none of the portals are opening, the safety features intended to keep the passengers from falling out finally working as they should.

Suddenly Gorgon clentches massive fingers into a fist, which is joined by the other hand as they begin to bend steel like it was made of tinfoil. The other cars are pulled up as they join in the formation of the sphere he is creating. The lights around the ruined station illuminate the gruesome scene as the railcars are mashed into a ball. At first there are pitiful sounds from within, but as the sphere compacts those sounds cease as Gorgon crushes the cars into one object, a thick sphere slick with the juices of those trapped inside. He then looks towards the airport, grinning. Soon, the terrified occupants of the terminal are aware of a immense black mountain of muscle headed toward the building.

In the airport, the first thing that is seen through the huge glass facade is a commotion in the parking lot. Cars are being flung violently aside as though a tornado is coming through. Only as the giant minotaur draws closer do they make out the terrifying form of the marauder, his savage grin gleaming almost as brightly as the blood which smears the silver ball of wreckage he carries.

Gorgon's first act upon arrival is rolling the orb across the lot, watching as it crushes vehicles along its path. It smashes violently through the glass wall of the terminal, shattering it and continuing. It plows through the check-in and leaves a red smear behind it, then continues on, crashing over the luggage area and coming to rest. The sound is like music to the minotaur's ears as he moves into the wreckage to retrieve his toy. Those who managed to dive out of the sphere's way only live a moment longer before they are squashed beneath the trampling feet of the giant.

The titanic bull then moves to the planes, which are conveniently lined up along two taxiways. One is revving its engine on the runway; another is halfway down and gaining speed, giving the minotaur a chance to test his accuracy as he hurles the sphere ahead of the retreating plane. The other vehicle finds it difficult to move as he crushes the area ahead of it with one stomp of his foot, the other foot impacting behind the plane.

The plane's engines rev, but it has nowhere to go. A massive foot is planted in front of it, and another behind. It starts to run, a laughably slow maneuver, born of utter desperation. It has only made it a few degrees into the turn before the makeshift bowling ball intersects the departing aircraft. The ball continues onward; where there had been a plane is suddenly a gigantic ball of fire.

Gorgon sits down, deciding to have some fun. A strong hand begins to dig into the asphalt like fine sand, making a deep hole. He then picks up the plane, and pushes it into the hole, where it is then covered up. The aircraft's engines are still whining as the minotaur glibly pushes it into the crater. It upends and falls onto its side at the bottom, its right wing breaking off. Within seconds it is buried beneath the earth, its left wing sticking up like an aluminum tombstone. Gorgon then stands, looking around for more terror to inflict, and notices that all of the other planes are still in place, but their doors have opened. Bright yellow escape slides are popping open on each side of every aircraft, and little figures are starting to slide down them.

"Well, well, so they have decided to stay?" Gorgon says to himself. "Pity. You insects are leaving, whether you like it or not." He then walks over to the control tower, wrapping both arms around it, before picking it up. He then casually rolls it towards the victims, who are pouring out of the aircraft now, tumbling down the chutes and starting to swarm away from them, and from the approaching structure. The tower rumbles ominously as it steamrolls toward the planes, but fortunately for the tiny humans the tower is not built as sturdily as the contractor promised, and it suddenly crumbles to dust just short of the first plane.

Gorgon bahs with disgust as he approaches the planes.. "If one must do a job right..." He then stomps each and every plane, starting with the occupied ones. The planes flatten more easily than the buses did, feeling as though they are made of nothing but paper. The minotaur can even feel the writhing of the victims beneath the thin metal before they are ground into pulp. Red ichor squirts out from every crease and crack in the wreckage as the giant tramples the planes flat. He then gathers up a group of people for a light snack, popping then one by one into his maw. They are quite spread out, and it takes the minotaur a few grabs before he can snatch up enough to make a decent mouthful. Their screams are just as thrilling though as he drops them one by one, like candy, into his mouth. The delicate tickle of those who had been digesting in his stomach had just faded out as the last of them succumbed, but now it begins anew as this latest batch of prey is swallowed alive.

Gorgon is then faced with something of a dilemma. Those who managed to evacuate the airplanes are slow and easy to catch, but they are fleeing in all directions now. It would take some time to capture them all, and the terminal building nearby is still crammed full of potential victims. Those inside are struggling against those still trying to push in through the doors, unaware of what has transpired on the tarmac. It will not be long before they realize and the logjam dissipates. A pity they do not have time, as Gorgon's mighty hands rip open the roof of the damaged building, and his grin drips with dried blood. He reaches in, scooping up hapless victims, and actually assisting in their escape...by casually tossing them high into the air. The carnage is indescribable. The bellowing laughter rises above the shrieks of the minotaur's victims as he seizes them and callously fling them into the air in great handfuls. It is pitiless murder, all for the giant's cruel amusement, the tiny beings simply playthings to him.

It is then that Gorgon decides to get playful, and moves into the building, his savage grin of delight is burned into the minds of his victims as he crawls into their midst, rolling around in the interior, crushing them beneath his titanic body. They try to flee but do not get far before he rolls upon them, mashing them into his fur. Within a few seconds thousands have been butchered, and his entire body is soaked with blood from neck to knees. Bits of clothing and some whole bodies are caught in his fur everywhere.

Gorgon shakes himself as he stands, scattering the bits and bodies. Now he returns to the city, searching for more carnage to commit. He will not leave until this city is utterly destroyed. His work seems cut out for him. The city stretches in every direction, small buildings intermingled with tall, and a nearly infinite number of hiding places. Much of the prey must have gone to ground, because the streets are far less full (though still teeming) when Gorgon's towering, blood-smeared form reappears, and starts to simply level the area. Buildings crumble beneath the relentless hammering of the minotaur's mighty fists, collapsing with feeble shudders, taking with them those who sought to hide within, his feet stomp the smaller ones, while his titanic frame moves through the others effortlessly. One by one they fall, the cityscape leveling before the onslaught. Before the giant the buildings shudder, and their occupants are pouring wildly out of their doors, realizing that to remain inside is to face certain death.

All the while, he is grinning like a demon from Hell.

His foot rushes forward with blinding speed, the huge toes smashing through the crowd like onrushing semi trucks. They are already dead as they are flung forward, their bodies smacking against the facade of the building at the corner and leaving gruesome red rosettes on the brick before they fall. The street shudders as his huge hand slams down, cracking the pavement, and then the horned head of the minotaur descends. Like a bull grazing in a field he feasts upon the cringing, squealing bugs, his wide tongue sweeping through their midst and dragging them up to disappear between his lips.

After his brief repast, Gorgon then moves over to the subway entrance, thinking logically they would retreat into there. He briefly considers scale down his height to fit in there, but then decides against it. Gods do not lower themselves to that of mortals. A huge hand grips the asphalt above the starwell, then lifts it into the air, taking several parked cars and a streetlamp with it. He then starts excavating the tarmac, wondering what treasures he will find.

The minotaur does not have to wonder for very long, as thousands of tiny, shrieking refugees huddled in the station. It must be a big cavern, because farther down the street a stream of humanity starts to boil up from out of another subway entrance, at least two of the giant bull's body-lengths away. Gorgon grins maliciously as he reaches down into the ground for great handfuls of succulent meat, stuffing his mouth full. Knowing he will not be able to catch them all (certainly some have retreated into the subway itself), he tosses the chunk of asphalt into the escaping crowds ahead, and will deal with them in but a moment.

His aim is true. The great piece of asphalt hurtles through the air and lands upon the other subway entrance, smashing the housing and plugging the stairs with rubble. Those struggle in the hole beneath the giant are unable to escape. The numbers down there must be extraordinary to prevent their retreat. His mighty fist closes firmly around them, fingers gathering them in and piling them up against one another as they are surrounded. Those below are treated to the terrible spectacle of humanity being eaten alive. They see the bull's fist, teeming with struggling figures, rise up to his face, then open up flat and push up against his open mouth like a child eating a handful of candy. The hand drops away, revealing the still-struggling victims trapped behind the cage of his teeth in the second before the lips close. Then there is a terrible, almost deafening gulp, and a great bulge slides down the monster's throat.

Gorgon peers down at the remaining victims, then raises his fists into the air, and sends them smashing down into the tarmac above them; with a thunderous BOOM the street shatters, massive pieces of pavement collapsing downward in a deadly avalanche. Half of the station is obliterated immediately; Gorgon can see the rest of it now, the street above it cracked but holding up for now. He smiles, then starts to move forward, each step a reverberating tremor. His travels are brief, though, as he looms before the huddled masses.

For a long while, he simply stares at them, until finally, he reaches down to pick up one lone individual. The rest, he simply squashes beneath his feet. They die in droves, wriggling helplessly beneath the minotaur's feet as he brutally crushes them. None escape as the giant takes great care to place his feet squarely upon them, letting the unimaginable weight of his body grind them into pulp. Warm meat squishes up between his toes as he reduces the remainder of the station into a veritable sea of hamburger, the entire floor smeared with mangled flesh. The lone victim that remains trembles between the minotaur's fingers, his ears assailed with the awful sound of mashing flesh and crackling bones. Even afteward he can still hear the lingering, quiet shrieks of those the giant has swallowed, who are still flailing about in his stomach amidst the softening remains of those who went before.

Gorgon grins, and surveys the area of destruction. He places the lone victim on his shoulder, and looks at him with pale white eyes. "If you try to escape, I will squash you like the insect you are." He then moves about, searching for more destruction. The terrified passenger clings tightly to the fur of the giant minotaur's neck, his knuckles going white. He's not about to go anywhere -- and where could he go? There is ample destruction to be had, and apparently the prey are resourceful. Between two buildings Gorgon catches a glimpse of a bus darting past on the next street. Obviously they had a lot more than were present in just that one terminal.

Gorgon does not even bother to move quickly, as the bus to him is moving at a slow pace. He simply reaches down to puncture the roof with his finger, and the passengers begin their characteristic squealing and yelping as the massive digit suddenly plunges through the roof with a BANG and the bus lurches into the air. They are flung about as the scenery outside tilts wildly, only to be replaced by the bull's horrible grinning muzzle, his breath fogging the windows and showing him now through a haze.

Gorgon carries his 'people mover' as he looks for more busses that may have escaped his wrath. His ears flick back and forth, listening for any tell-tale signs of life. Certainly he did not clear the city that quickly? He idly smashes a building in order to vent his slight frustration, and like the other structures, disintegrates with a single blow of his mighty fist. And as it does so, the titan sees another bus approaching in the next block. As the building collapses, the bus screeches to a halt, then quickly turns away and starts down a side street.

Gorgon grins, moving towards the bus, then past it as his foot blocks the street the vehicle travels through. He reaches down, gripping the bus easily, and lifts it. A brief chuckle escapes his muzzle before he smashes both vehicles together; the victims in both buses cry out in a single voice as the vehicles slam against one another, the scream abruptly cut off. One again, lives are snuffed out by the giant for nothing more than simple, wanton pleasure. The buses crash to the ground as the giant tosses them aside, and the buildings before him tremble and then collapse as he moves his immense frame through the structures. On the other side is a huge park. This is where the buses were coming from. At least twenty of them are lined up in a neat row. The park is crammed with humanity, all struggling to get onto the buses. It is barely controlled chaos as the buses are loaded, but all order breaks down as the surrounding buildings topple and the murderous bull-god appears. The crowd looses a great shriek and starts to scatter as Gorgon moves towards the buses, gathering them up like they were twigs, crushing one after another, and tossing them casually into the masses below. Raw panic grips the crowd as huge buses begin to rain down from the sky like meteors, crashing to the ground, some bursting into flame as their fuel spills out. The mob retreats away, and then once again the titan is upon them, deliberately crushing them beneath his huge feet. The sight of the vast soles coming down and mashing people flat just a few inches away, and the horrible thud of the footfalls mingled with the sounds of death is enough to drive them mad. They flee blindly away from the minotaur's pounding feet, not even seeing where they are going, and hence they all run in exactly the direction he wishes them to go, all in the feeble hope of avoiding being squished into pulp beneath his toes. This is a cat and mouse game, and while victory has already been decided, the predator wishes to finish having his fun.

Gorgon herds them into a dead end, formed by him simply toppling yet another building in front of them. Too easy, as his reach is immense. He then sits, and those that somehow manage to escape are swatted by his tail. The rest see the grinning visage of the megabull, and some retreat away, leaving hundreds trapped in the space between the immense thighs. They try to back up against the still-intact wall of the fallen building, only to shriek and clump together as the minotaur's huge feet push up against it, trapping them.

Gorgon rumbles with amusement, but this amusement is for him only. He casts his gaze downwards at the trapped masses, and mouths the words. "You're next"--even before he mouthed the threat to the prisoners they were fear-crazed, and now they are scrambling around wildly. Some are clinging to his fur and trying to climb up onto his legs in an effort to escape the pen. Many have fallen to their knees and stare blankly, or are thrashing on the ground in despair. Gorgon simply flexes his leg muscles suddenly, toppling the would-be escapees back to the ground. Their attempts do not go unnoticed, though, as they are rewarded by a great fist that crashes down onto their area, pulping them into red smears. The blow knocks away those close to it even as it showers them with gore, and leaves a deep crater behind. He snarls at the rest, and looks at his passenger that rests on his shoulder, to remind him that Gorgon has not forgotten him, who has remained immobile and is just staring blankly downward. As the minotaur turns his cold, white gaze toward him he yelps and cowers, turning his face away and trying to cover his head with his arms without letting go of the minotaur's shoulderfur. He has seen it all, the mass slaughter, the cruel devouring, the torments the bull has subjected his prey to simply for fun.

Gorgon mmmmmmms, then looks down at the suffering below, and gives them a mock-pity grimace. "Poor insects, are you suffering? Shall I end your suffering now?" He decides to do so by bringing his legs together, rubbing them against each other briskly. Perhaps this is an act of mercy. If so, it is still as cruel as any other acts he has performed, and soon there is nothing left by a gelatinous mess that oozes down his legs as he stands up. With a few thunderous stomps the few survivors are smashed into oblivion, and the area falls silent, save for the agonized panting of the one little pet kept on the minotaur's shoulder.

Gorgon takes the lone survivor into his palm, and looks down upon him, pinning him with his evil gaze. "Go, and tell the others this message. I AM COMING FOR YOU. There will be no safety from me." The minotaur then smiles. "And rest assured, you and I will meet again, little insect." He lowers his hand, deposits the bug onto the ground, then stands. A sneer crosses his muzzle before heading to the river to wash himself of the insect filth.

The survivor simply stands, staring after the minotaur with wide eyes as the giant strides toward the river. He then turns to run, but when he dares to glance behind his shoulder, the evil titan is gone.

He knew he would see him again.

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