The city streets, usually bustling with tiny, insignificant specks, now served as a mere carpet beneath my colossal, perfectly sculpted boots. The air vibrated with the sheer power radiating off my frame, easily topping two hundred feet. My blonde hair, streaked with fiery red, whipped slightly in the updraft created by my own presence. The black and red leotard felt tight, perfectly accentuating every impressive curve and bulge of muscle that years of superior genetics—and that little lab experiment—had gifted me.

My red eyes scanned the miniature skyscrapers, the setting sun casting a dramatic, fiery glow across the sky that matched the smoldering wreckage I’d left behind just moments ago. Delicious.

A wide, utterly self-satisfied grin stretched across my face, showing off my perfect teeth. Clenching my massive fists, the red gloves flexing over my huge biceps, a deep, rumbling sound escaped my chest, the kind of sound that made the remaining windows rattle miles away.

"Hah! Look at this pathetic little playground!" My voice boomed, a deep, powerful sound that felt like thunder rolling through the canyons of concrete and glass.