“I she-she’s, I-I-I, she’s – !!” Makoto stuttered, slamming her foot on the gas but unable to properly put into words her terror.
RRRRRRRRRRR!!!
The wheels of the van spun and spun, turning helplessly in the air as it was lifted off the ground. On either side of the cab, clutching it with the force of the world’s largest vice grip, were Kawakami’s feet. Her toes tightened, and their immense, immaculate nails began to peak at the rear-view mirror.
“L-LOOK!” Futaba screamed, turning to point at those toes as darkness enveloped the cab and Kawakami’s feet had truly clutched the group into a dark, compressing prison, the only light barely streaming through the front of the RV.
Kawakami looked down with a mirthful grin at her captives, only able to imagine the kind of terror they must be feeling. Down through the windshield of the vehicle, she could just barely make out the minuscule form of Makoto, determined with futile desperation to get the vehicle moving even as it was lifted up and suspended in the air. Kawakami observed with detached satisfaction as Makoto was joined by her associates and they all began to panic.
“ACH!” Makoto shrieked and ducked as the various windows began to fold and crackle inward, and she turned to her group and barked out:
“Everybody, we need to –”
Makoto’s command never made it to completion as the van was suddenly overcome and compressed by the magnitudinous feet of their former teacher. The shattering glass was like murder on their ears, and each of the Phantom Thief girls only had enough time to glance at one another, horror and fear apparent in their eyes, watching as the walls on either side closed in like a trash compactor. Little slits of either side wall were ripped apart from the stress, allowing slivers of light to leak into the chaotic space as the Phantom Ladies collectively broke down.
“Hold me!” Futaba screamed, curling up and covering her ears as the pairs of seats began to press into her body and her fellow team leapt to console her. “H-H-H-Hold – ”
CRUSSSSH!!!
For good measure, Kawakami then rubbed her soles against one another before finally pulling them apart, saying “Maybe that’ll finally teach you girls not to meddle.” Slats of metal and tiny shards of glass fell from between them, as well as indeterminate masses of congealed blood and viscera, joining the remains of the others who had fallen beneath her world-ending soles. And she reclined once again, allowing her eyes to close and doze off for just a bit. She wanted to be well-rested for tomorrow; she would have an entire full day of crushing after all.
And she began to sleep, allowing the cocktail of blood and motor oil that was smeared on her feet to drip into the cracked and shattered street beneath her footsteps.
