Post by Ridel on Feb 21, 2010 19:58:27 GMT -5
Hey looook! I'm posting somin! :\/
It's not going to be terribly long. Only two parts. (Okay so actually it was only supposed to be one part, but I actually think it works better as two.)
I am technically supposed to be working on the concrete outline for my fanfic right now, but heck, I needed to visit GT land again. It's been too loooong! ;A;
So anyway, this part of the story doesn't have a lot of Dialogue, but the second part has plenty.
Yeah, it's partly written. But I can't promise a speedy update! I'm really crunching down on my fanfic now. So I might not get the chance to finish the next part within the next few weeks. But don't worry, it will be finished. I promise you that.
In any case, here's part one of "The traveler."
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Jessica shut the door carefully. Not daring to breathe until she heard the tiny click as it closed completely. She stood still for another moment or two, listening carefully, on high alert. But the house remained silent.
Her parents would have no idea she was gone. Not for several hours yet, when they would come downstairs for breakfast and find her note.
She hiked up her heavy backpack and grabbed the two bags at her feet. She wasn’t going into this unprepared. Oh no.
She’d packed everything she’d thought that she would need. Canned food, can opener, water, matches, warm clothes, she’d even emptied out her bank account the day before. Her bank card lay shredded in the trash cans both in her room, and the kitchen.
There was no going back.
She crept to the back yard fence and tossed her two hand held bags over first. She heard them land with a small ‘wumph.’ She lowered her backpack over a little more carefully, as it had the potentially breakable supplies in it. With one last look over her shoulder, she took in the sight of the house.
A thought fluttered by her. It said, “No.” But she quickly shook her head and lifted herself up over the fence.
She was doing this. She’d already decided.
Once on the other side, Jessica gathered up her things and began the walk, her flashlight showing her the path. Their house stood at the edge of a pine forest. For the first hour or so, the surroundings were familiar.
She’d known these paths as well as she’d known her way to school. Even in the dark they were strangely reassuring.
But come the second hour, she was foraging ahead on trails that were strangers to her. She knew that eventually the path she was following would take her to Perth Andover. A tiny place that nonetheless had its own bus terminal. It was not the closest town to her old home, but that was the point. She hoped that her parents wouldn’t think to look for her there.
She’d get on a bus and disappear.
It would take her a few days to reach Perth, so she’d set herself a goal every day. She would not set up camp until she reached one of four land marks she’d picked out on her map.
Now, now she had a plan. Not just an intention.
The thought had been so appealing, almost romantic when she’d dreamed it up in the confines of her warm room. Listening to the shouting and hollering from downstairs. Now, with the cold wind tugging at her hoody and her ankles hurting from trying to stay upright on the uneven terrain, it all seemed a shade more sinister. But she kept moving forward. Concentrating on placing one foot in front of the other.
It was only a half an hour later when the sky unexpectedly opened up and drenched the young runaway. Jessica yelped and ducked under a tree.
She groaned and pulled her damp hoody closer around herself. Rain hadn’t factored largely in her short term plans. Right now the trees were giving her a sort of shelter, but soon the drops of water would work their way down through the branches and then she might as well have been dancing out in the storm. But she refused to let this little hiccup ruin the plan.
She would make it to the first marker before she set up any sort of camp. Right now, she was still too close to town. She estimated the marker would be another two or three hours walk at least from where she sat, so she took a deep, freezing breath and got out from under the tree.
By hour three Jessica was doing all she could just to stand on the muddy trail. People seldom came out this far, and so the thin path was not terribly well defined. There were more roots and slippery leaves. It tilted at alarming angles and sometimes threatened to send her careening down into some dark ditch.
In the face of these unforeseen difficulties, her bloated determination was starting to shrivel.
This was dangerous. What if she fell and got hurt? What if she got lost out here? What if she got seriously sick from being out in the freezing cold rain? What if? What if? What if?
She was so caught up in her worry that one of the very what ifs from her list suddenly jumped out at her, in the form of a slippery tree root.
Jessica misjudged her footing and suddenly found herself not upright and on the path, but tumbling and slipping sideways down a steep wooded hill.
She yelped and lashed out, trying desperately to stop her decent into the dark, but suddenly there was… nothing. No tree roots to grab on to, no ground to slow down on, nothing. Jessica free fell for about five feet before landing with a sickening crunch.
She lay there gasping and whimpering in pain and shock. Her ears were ringing and her heart pounding. The fall left her stunned.
Eventually, she tried to move.
First her arms. There seemed to be little damage there. Probably just a few scratches and bruises. She tried to sit up, but suddenly pain shot up her leg and into her chest, making her shout in surprise and horror. Her foot.
Oh god. Was it broken? She hesitantly reached for the leg of her jeans and peeled it back from over her ankle. The idea of finding bone sticking out through her skin made her head light and her stomach lurch, but when she saw her foot, or what she could of it in the dark, it was thankfully un-mangled. It wasn’t even twisted at an odd angle.
She tried to move it again, a mistake to be sure. She was again rewarded with the horrible searing pain. She gasped and pulled her hands away. Maybe there was a fracture or something. In any case, she wouldn’t be able to climb out of… wherever she was any time soon.
Now shivering out of fear instead of cold, Jessica looked around herself frantically. She’d slipped into some sort of sink hole, or something similar. Her flashlight and both of her hand held bags had stayed behind when she’d fallen.
She still had her back pack. That was a stroke of luck. Her food and other vital survival supplies were in there. But…
She was getting colder by the second. Her foot was starting to throb almost unbearably. Her meager medical kit, pain killers included, were in one of the bags that she’d lost up above. And she was hours and hours out in the middle of nowhere. No one would find her hear.
Her breathing picked up speed and she tried to force herself to her feet again. She couldn’t stay here. Not down here. If she could only get back to the path.
Her injured foot was having none of it, and would not hold any weight at all. She stumbled onto her stomach. Sharp rocks hidden in the mud bit into her freezing skin. Jessica screamed in frustration as she tried to force herself up again. It didn’t work any better that time.
This had not been a part of the plan. She’d always thought that if she did get hurt out on her trek, she’d at least have her first aid kit.
She had no idea how long she stayed in that hole, desperately trying to get to her feet and pull herself out. And as such had no idea what time it was when she finally gave up, exhausted.
The young girl curled up on herself and began to rock back and forth gently. Her injured foot laid out in front of her uselessly. If she cried, she couldn’t tell. She was drenched. Water ran down her face in streams regardless.
She sat like that for what felt like years. The gravity of her situation settling on her by degrees. Why had she done this? Why why why?
If only she could get out of here. If only he had a second chance.
It was then that she heard it. She straightened up and strained her ears to hear over the rain. She prayed that she hadn’t been mistaken. But no, there it was again!
A voice.
She couldn’t make out the words it was saying. They sounded rhythmical though. Like the person was singing or reciting a poem.
A shiver ran down the girls’ spine. This was it. Salvation!
Her mind was quick to present other possibilities though.
‘Hold on,’ it said warningly. ‘What sort of person would be out in the middle of the woods at god knows when, reciting poetry during a downpour? No really, who? Do you have any idea? It doesn’t sound like typical behavior does it.’
Suddenly the voice seemed to die down, as if it were getting farther away. Another part of Jessica jumped in out of panic. ‘Okay, fine, you have no idea what sort of person is up there. But what are your chances down here? You’re cold and wet and injured. You’ve probably already caught pneumonia or something.’
As the voice got farther away, Jessica suddenly decided to go with her second thought. It wasn’t risk free. But neither was keeping quiet.
“Wait! Please! Can you hear me? I need help!” She screamed. The voice seemed to disappear altogether. For a heart stopping moment, Jessica thought she was too late. That the person had already gotten out of ear shot.
“Hello?” Her heart jumped when she heard the stranger answer her. “Is someone out here?” he asked.
“YES! Here! I’m down here!” She yelled, grateful tears starting to prick at her eyes. “Please help me!”
There was a very short pause before the voice answered her again. “Okay I’m coming! Just, hang on a sec!” Jessica’s heart could have melted with relief right then and there. He was going to help her. She had no idea who he was but god, he was going to help her.
Slowly, she became aware of a tremor through the ground. It was faint at first, but seemed to get just a little stronger each time it came. She listened, but heard nothing out of place. Though she wasn’t in the best position to hear much with the heavy rain pounding down around her ears.
She had just begun to wonder how she could have heard the man at all over the pouring rain when suddenly... It stopped. She could still hear it outside of her little hole but just then, over her, It stopped.
Jessica quickly looked up to see what had happened, and had no idea what she saw.
It seemed for a moment as though some huge structure had suddenly been erected to lean over her hole. She twisted her head, trying to understand what she was looking at, when suddenly, it moved, and the thing as a whole snapped into focus.
It looked like…
It looked like a… Well, a giant… Man. A giant man leaning over her and looking at her with an expression she couldn’t quite make out in the dark.
Jessica’s mind went completely blank. As if the whole universe had been put on pause.
The … Giant cocked his head to the side. “Did you call me?” he asked. Jessica knew that he expected some form of reply but she was beyond forming words at the moment. She numbly found that she was pressing herself into the slimy walls of the sink hole.
Probably hard enough to leave a perfect imprint.
The giant leaned in closer and Jessica let out a short shriek. She shut her eyes tight and pressed herself further into the wall.
“Sorry, I…Oh... You’re hurt.” He said quietly. His warm breath ruffled her wet hair and warmed her chilled skin, if only for a moment.
“I,I… I-I-I ju-ust...” Jessica stammered. Her eyes were shut tightly. She couldn’t bring herself to open them. What was going on here?
“Okay okay, I understand.” He assured her gently. His voice was very soothing; despite how loud it was, even when he was speaking softly. Jessica dared to crack her eyes open, not sure what she was expecting to see. It certainly wasn’t what she saw.
The giant reached forward and gently brushed against her with his fingers.
The tiny girl screamed, tried to scoot away from the hand, but there was nowhere to go, and the pain in her foot bit back at her movements.
“Try not to move, and don’t be afraid.” The giant murmured. Another hand joined the first down in the hole and despite her screams and struggles; Jessica was gathered up and lifted.
“No! Stop! Let go!” she shrieked over and over. The giant did not respond by doing as she asked. His hands stopped at chest height. He sheltered her against the wind and rain as best he could, and cooed something to her gently as he got to his feet and began walking. The words were gibberish to her, alien as far as she knew. They certainly didn’t have the calming effect that the giant probably hoped that they would.
“L-look. P-please.” She begged. “Please don’t hurt me? I Ha-avent done anything to you and I’m, I’m… Please just put me down. Let me go? Please?”
The giant sighed, almost sadly. “I’ll let you go. Don’t worry.” He said, again speaking in flawless English. “Please be patient. And calm down. I’m only trying to help you.”
Jessica whimpered and tried to hug herself tighter. The way that the giant had grabbed her had done nothing for her foot’s condition. Though to be fair, it probably wouldn’t have hurt nearly as much if she hadn’t fought back so hard.
Finally, after a few moments of walking that probably took them a mile off course, the giant seemed to reach his destination and ducked into a huge tarp tent. Despite her current situation, Jessica took a moment to gaze frantically around the place. It had been set up in what must have been a huge clearing. It was supported by a few wooden stakes, the size of which completely dwarfed any tree that she had seen. There was however, no bottom to the tent. She could see some bare grass by the light of some sort of electric lantern, which was sitting over by a larger than life version of her own travelers backpack.
The giant quickly shut the “door” to the tent to keep out the wind and rain. Then, much to the girls ever mounting stress, he settled down onto a matt of some sort (Possibly a sleeping bag?) and deposited her on the same surface a few feet (probably inches as far as he was concerned) in front of him.
The idea of bolting crossed her mind in a flash, but suddenly the giant leaned right over her, and all thought in her head was replaced by the white hot buzz of fear.
“No!” She squeaked, and quickly covered her head with her arms. She waited for something to happen to her. Anything. But the giant appeared to be interested in something else. Jessica slowly peeked one eye open to see the giant sit back in his normal position, now holding his huge backpack in both hands. He opened the back and started rooting around for something.
The thought of running edged its way into her mind again. Her injured foot temporarily forgotten. She began to edge herself away from the giant almost imperceptively. Using her uninjured foot to push herself back while the other dragged helplessly. She managed a scant few inches when suddenly the giant seemed to find what he was looking for. He leaned forward, once again towering over the small girl. Now his attention was on her, and it made the young girl want nothing more than to wake up and find herself safely back home. She never should have left.
The giant unscrewed the lid of a small (comparatively speaking) jar and scooped out a finger full of some sort of dark green gunk. Laying the jar aside, he held it out to her. Jessica fall on her back in her desperation to get away.
“Wait!” She shrieked, not even knowing what she was begging reprieve from.
The giant continued unabashed. “No look, it’s not going to hurt. Just smell this. You have to breath it in.” The giant said, shoving it closer to her face. Jessica gagged and coughed. Whatever that stuff was, it smelled strong. Like pure mint.
She suddenly began to feel lightheaded. On the heels of the lightheaded feeling came one of detachment, as if suddenly she was not in her body anymore, but was just seeing through its eyes. She felt… very calm.
“Woah,” she breathed dizzily. She couldn’t tell up from down anymore. The whole tent seemed to be spinning around her like some sort of perverse merry-go-round/fares wheel hybrid.
She barely noticed when the giant, after wiping and washing the creamy goo off of his hands, took her tiny foot in between forefinger and thumb. She knew that it probably should have hurt as carefully slid her shoe and sock off. As he touched it all over, looking for something. Whatever he was going to do, she just didn’t care.
Jessica closed her eyes and groaned exhaustedly. Her eyes were heavy and her brain was mush. She thought that she heard the giant say something quite urgently, but she didn’t catch it, and she wasn’t really in the mood to wonder about it.
With a tiny sigh, Jessica’s head slipped sideways. Her breathing evened off while she lay there totally relaxed. It didn't take long for her to fall fast asleep.
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Dun-un! (lol)
so that's part one.
It's been so long since I wrote anything GT related. Or... Posted much of anything at all really.
Please let me know what you think so far! ^__^;;
It's not going to be terribly long. Only two parts. (Okay so actually it was only supposed to be one part, but I actually think it works better as two.)
I am technically supposed to be working on the concrete outline for my fanfic right now, but heck, I needed to visit GT land again. It's been too loooong! ;A;
So anyway, this part of the story doesn't have a lot of Dialogue, but the second part has plenty.
Yeah, it's partly written. But I can't promise a speedy update! I'm really crunching down on my fanfic now. So I might not get the chance to finish the next part within the next few weeks. But don't worry, it will be finished. I promise you that.
In any case, here's part one of "The traveler."
Jessica shut the door carefully. Not daring to breathe until she heard the tiny click as it closed completely. She stood still for another moment or two, listening carefully, on high alert. But the house remained silent.
Her parents would have no idea she was gone. Not for several hours yet, when they would come downstairs for breakfast and find her note.
She hiked up her heavy backpack and grabbed the two bags at her feet. She wasn’t going into this unprepared. Oh no.
She’d packed everything she’d thought that she would need. Canned food, can opener, water, matches, warm clothes, she’d even emptied out her bank account the day before. Her bank card lay shredded in the trash cans both in her room, and the kitchen.
There was no going back.
She crept to the back yard fence and tossed her two hand held bags over first. She heard them land with a small ‘wumph.’ She lowered her backpack over a little more carefully, as it had the potentially breakable supplies in it. With one last look over her shoulder, she took in the sight of the house.
A thought fluttered by her. It said, “No.” But she quickly shook her head and lifted herself up over the fence.
She was doing this. She’d already decided.
Once on the other side, Jessica gathered up her things and began the walk, her flashlight showing her the path. Their house stood at the edge of a pine forest. For the first hour or so, the surroundings were familiar.
She’d known these paths as well as she’d known her way to school. Even in the dark they were strangely reassuring.
But come the second hour, she was foraging ahead on trails that were strangers to her. She knew that eventually the path she was following would take her to Perth Andover. A tiny place that nonetheless had its own bus terminal. It was not the closest town to her old home, but that was the point. She hoped that her parents wouldn’t think to look for her there.
She’d get on a bus and disappear.
It would take her a few days to reach Perth, so she’d set herself a goal every day. She would not set up camp until she reached one of four land marks she’d picked out on her map.
Now, now she had a plan. Not just an intention.
The thought had been so appealing, almost romantic when she’d dreamed it up in the confines of her warm room. Listening to the shouting and hollering from downstairs. Now, with the cold wind tugging at her hoody and her ankles hurting from trying to stay upright on the uneven terrain, it all seemed a shade more sinister. But she kept moving forward. Concentrating on placing one foot in front of the other.
It was only a half an hour later when the sky unexpectedly opened up and drenched the young runaway. Jessica yelped and ducked under a tree.
She groaned and pulled her damp hoody closer around herself. Rain hadn’t factored largely in her short term plans. Right now the trees were giving her a sort of shelter, but soon the drops of water would work their way down through the branches and then she might as well have been dancing out in the storm. But she refused to let this little hiccup ruin the plan.
She would make it to the first marker before she set up any sort of camp. Right now, she was still too close to town. She estimated the marker would be another two or three hours walk at least from where she sat, so she took a deep, freezing breath and got out from under the tree.
By hour three Jessica was doing all she could just to stand on the muddy trail. People seldom came out this far, and so the thin path was not terribly well defined. There were more roots and slippery leaves. It tilted at alarming angles and sometimes threatened to send her careening down into some dark ditch.
In the face of these unforeseen difficulties, her bloated determination was starting to shrivel.
This was dangerous. What if she fell and got hurt? What if she got lost out here? What if she got seriously sick from being out in the freezing cold rain? What if? What if? What if?
She was so caught up in her worry that one of the very what ifs from her list suddenly jumped out at her, in the form of a slippery tree root.
Jessica misjudged her footing and suddenly found herself not upright and on the path, but tumbling and slipping sideways down a steep wooded hill.
She yelped and lashed out, trying desperately to stop her decent into the dark, but suddenly there was… nothing. No tree roots to grab on to, no ground to slow down on, nothing. Jessica free fell for about five feet before landing with a sickening crunch.
She lay there gasping and whimpering in pain and shock. Her ears were ringing and her heart pounding. The fall left her stunned.
Eventually, she tried to move.
First her arms. There seemed to be little damage there. Probably just a few scratches and bruises. She tried to sit up, but suddenly pain shot up her leg and into her chest, making her shout in surprise and horror. Her foot.
Oh god. Was it broken? She hesitantly reached for the leg of her jeans and peeled it back from over her ankle. The idea of finding bone sticking out through her skin made her head light and her stomach lurch, but when she saw her foot, or what she could of it in the dark, it was thankfully un-mangled. It wasn’t even twisted at an odd angle.
She tried to move it again, a mistake to be sure. She was again rewarded with the horrible searing pain. She gasped and pulled her hands away. Maybe there was a fracture or something. In any case, she wouldn’t be able to climb out of… wherever she was any time soon.
Now shivering out of fear instead of cold, Jessica looked around herself frantically. She’d slipped into some sort of sink hole, or something similar. Her flashlight and both of her hand held bags had stayed behind when she’d fallen.
She still had her back pack. That was a stroke of luck. Her food and other vital survival supplies were in there. But…
She was getting colder by the second. Her foot was starting to throb almost unbearably. Her meager medical kit, pain killers included, were in one of the bags that she’d lost up above. And she was hours and hours out in the middle of nowhere. No one would find her hear.
Her breathing picked up speed and she tried to force herself to her feet again. She couldn’t stay here. Not down here. If she could only get back to the path.
Her injured foot was having none of it, and would not hold any weight at all. She stumbled onto her stomach. Sharp rocks hidden in the mud bit into her freezing skin. Jessica screamed in frustration as she tried to force herself up again. It didn’t work any better that time.
This had not been a part of the plan. She’d always thought that if she did get hurt out on her trek, she’d at least have her first aid kit.
She had no idea how long she stayed in that hole, desperately trying to get to her feet and pull herself out. And as such had no idea what time it was when she finally gave up, exhausted.
The young girl curled up on herself and began to rock back and forth gently. Her injured foot laid out in front of her uselessly. If she cried, she couldn’t tell. She was drenched. Water ran down her face in streams regardless.
She sat like that for what felt like years. The gravity of her situation settling on her by degrees. Why had she done this? Why why why?
If only she could get out of here. If only he had a second chance.
It was then that she heard it. She straightened up and strained her ears to hear over the rain. She prayed that she hadn’t been mistaken. But no, there it was again!
A voice.
She couldn’t make out the words it was saying. They sounded rhythmical though. Like the person was singing or reciting a poem.
A shiver ran down the girls’ spine. This was it. Salvation!
Her mind was quick to present other possibilities though.
‘Hold on,’ it said warningly. ‘What sort of person would be out in the middle of the woods at god knows when, reciting poetry during a downpour? No really, who? Do you have any idea? It doesn’t sound like typical behavior does it.’
Suddenly the voice seemed to die down, as if it were getting farther away. Another part of Jessica jumped in out of panic. ‘Okay, fine, you have no idea what sort of person is up there. But what are your chances down here? You’re cold and wet and injured. You’ve probably already caught pneumonia or something.’
As the voice got farther away, Jessica suddenly decided to go with her second thought. It wasn’t risk free. But neither was keeping quiet.
“Wait! Please! Can you hear me? I need help!” She screamed. The voice seemed to disappear altogether. For a heart stopping moment, Jessica thought she was too late. That the person had already gotten out of ear shot.
“Hello?” Her heart jumped when she heard the stranger answer her. “Is someone out here?” he asked.
“YES! Here! I’m down here!” She yelled, grateful tears starting to prick at her eyes. “Please help me!”
There was a very short pause before the voice answered her again. “Okay I’m coming! Just, hang on a sec!” Jessica’s heart could have melted with relief right then and there. He was going to help her. She had no idea who he was but god, he was going to help her.
Slowly, she became aware of a tremor through the ground. It was faint at first, but seemed to get just a little stronger each time it came. She listened, but heard nothing out of place. Though she wasn’t in the best position to hear much with the heavy rain pounding down around her ears.
She had just begun to wonder how she could have heard the man at all over the pouring rain when suddenly... It stopped. She could still hear it outside of her little hole but just then, over her, It stopped.
Jessica quickly looked up to see what had happened, and had no idea what she saw.
It seemed for a moment as though some huge structure had suddenly been erected to lean over her hole. She twisted her head, trying to understand what she was looking at, when suddenly, it moved, and the thing as a whole snapped into focus.
It looked like…
It looked like a… Well, a giant… Man. A giant man leaning over her and looking at her with an expression she couldn’t quite make out in the dark.
Jessica’s mind went completely blank. As if the whole universe had been put on pause.
The … Giant cocked his head to the side. “Did you call me?” he asked. Jessica knew that he expected some form of reply but she was beyond forming words at the moment. She numbly found that she was pressing herself into the slimy walls of the sink hole.
Probably hard enough to leave a perfect imprint.
The giant leaned in closer and Jessica let out a short shriek. She shut her eyes tight and pressed herself further into the wall.
“Sorry, I…Oh... You’re hurt.” He said quietly. His warm breath ruffled her wet hair and warmed her chilled skin, if only for a moment.
“I,I… I-I-I ju-ust...” Jessica stammered. Her eyes were shut tightly. She couldn’t bring herself to open them. What was going on here?
“Okay okay, I understand.” He assured her gently. His voice was very soothing; despite how loud it was, even when he was speaking softly. Jessica dared to crack her eyes open, not sure what she was expecting to see. It certainly wasn’t what she saw.
The giant reached forward and gently brushed against her with his fingers.
The tiny girl screamed, tried to scoot away from the hand, but there was nowhere to go, and the pain in her foot bit back at her movements.
“Try not to move, and don’t be afraid.” The giant murmured. Another hand joined the first down in the hole and despite her screams and struggles; Jessica was gathered up and lifted.
“No! Stop! Let go!” she shrieked over and over. The giant did not respond by doing as she asked. His hands stopped at chest height. He sheltered her against the wind and rain as best he could, and cooed something to her gently as he got to his feet and began walking. The words were gibberish to her, alien as far as she knew. They certainly didn’t have the calming effect that the giant probably hoped that they would.
“L-look. P-please.” She begged. “Please don’t hurt me? I Ha-avent done anything to you and I’m, I’m… Please just put me down. Let me go? Please?”
The giant sighed, almost sadly. “I’ll let you go. Don’t worry.” He said, again speaking in flawless English. “Please be patient. And calm down. I’m only trying to help you.”
Jessica whimpered and tried to hug herself tighter. The way that the giant had grabbed her had done nothing for her foot’s condition. Though to be fair, it probably wouldn’t have hurt nearly as much if she hadn’t fought back so hard.
Finally, after a few moments of walking that probably took them a mile off course, the giant seemed to reach his destination and ducked into a huge tarp tent. Despite her current situation, Jessica took a moment to gaze frantically around the place. It had been set up in what must have been a huge clearing. It was supported by a few wooden stakes, the size of which completely dwarfed any tree that she had seen. There was however, no bottom to the tent. She could see some bare grass by the light of some sort of electric lantern, which was sitting over by a larger than life version of her own travelers backpack.
The giant quickly shut the “door” to the tent to keep out the wind and rain. Then, much to the girls ever mounting stress, he settled down onto a matt of some sort (Possibly a sleeping bag?) and deposited her on the same surface a few feet (probably inches as far as he was concerned) in front of him.
The idea of bolting crossed her mind in a flash, but suddenly the giant leaned right over her, and all thought in her head was replaced by the white hot buzz of fear.
“No!” She squeaked, and quickly covered her head with her arms. She waited for something to happen to her. Anything. But the giant appeared to be interested in something else. Jessica slowly peeked one eye open to see the giant sit back in his normal position, now holding his huge backpack in both hands. He opened the back and started rooting around for something.
The thought of running edged its way into her mind again. Her injured foot temporarily forgotten. She began to edge herself away from the giant almost imperceptively. Using her uninjured foot to push herself back while the other dragged helplessly. She managed a scant few inches when suddenly the giant seemed to find what he was looking for. He leaned forward, once again towering over the small girl. Now his attention was on her, and it made the young girl want nothing more than to wake up and find herself safely back home. She never should have left.
The giant unscrewed the lid of a small (comparatively speaking) jar and scooped out a finger full of some sort of dark green gunk. Laying the jar aside, he held it out to her. Jessica fall on her back in her desperation to get away.
“Wait!” She shrieked, not even knowing what she was begging reprieve from.
The giant continued unabashed. “No look, it’s not going to hurt. Just smell this. You have to breath it in.” The giant said, shoving it closer to her face. Jessica gagged and coughed. Whatever that stuff was, it smelled strong. Like pure mint.
She suddenly began to feel lightheaded. On the heels of the lightheaded feeling came one of detachment, as if suddenly she was not in her body anymore, but was just seeing through its eyes. She felt… very calm.
“Woah,” she breathed dizzily. She couldn’t tell up from down anymore. The whole tent seemed to be spinning around her like some sort of perverse merry-go-round/fares wheel hybrid.
She barely noticed when the giant, after wiping and washing the creamy goo off of his hands, took her tiny foot in between forefinger and thumb. She knew that it probably should have hurt as carefully slid her shoe and sock off. As he touched it all over, looking for something. Whatever he was going to do, she just didn’t care.
Jessica closed her eyes and groaned exhaustedly. Her eyes were heavy and her brain was mush. She thought that she heard the giant say something quite urgently, but she didn’t catch it, and she wasn’t really in the mood to wonder about it.
With a tiny sigh, Jessica’s head slipped sideways. Her breathing evened off while she lay there totally relaxed. It didn't take long for her to fall fast asleep.
Dun-un! (lol)
so that's part one.
It's been so long since I wrote anything GT related. Or... Posted much of anything at all really.
Please let me know what you think so far! ^__^;;
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