Chapter #6The Fight for survival by: sith   Clinging to the fabric of my best friend´s left trouser leg for my dear life, I just closed my eyes in fear, as I just could not take it anymore to look down to the ground that seemed to be hundreds of miles beneath me. Although my position on his trouser leg might have been somewhere slightly beneath his knee, it still seemed so impossibly high, with a fall down his trousers being my death sentence for sure, and this thought alone (and what my body would look like after such a long fall and such an impact on the ground...maybe like some strange mass) caused my face to turn pale. The impacts of his shoes on the ground didn´t help my whole situation either, as their power could be felt even up there, causing the fabric and me to shake violently whenever Jon took a step, threatening to fall down into certain doom.
"Please...make it to the kitchen quick..." I whispered to myself amidst this hopeless situation. I cursed myself for being so stupid and listening to Doc´s advice. He could have expected me to tell him my humble opinion about this whole thing in a way that would not have been nice at all, but it appeared that I would not live long enough to do so. And besides, I knew that this was my fault. I was stupid enough to take the pill before Jon even arrived back in his home. If I had waited for him to come back and having taken the pill with him watching and being aware of my presence, things would be far less desperate now, he would have probably been taking me to Doc now carefully. Well, at least there would have been a slightly bigger chance of him seeing me, knowing about the pill causing me to shrink (as I told him on the phone). But at that moment, my sad fate seemed to have been sealed already: being killed before my friend´s eyes without him even knowing about this tragedy. In the worst case, he could have been the one responsible for my demise, a scenario I did not even want to think of. My best friend unwittingly and unknowingly killing me...impossible! That thought seemed absurd to me.
But I certainly did not want to leave this world just like that.I wanted to fight on. If I had to die, then at least I wanted to die fighting for my life. It would have at least been a graceful death, better than dying like a coward. Yet I had hope that a strong will could help me getting through this situation. So despite the shaking Jon´s shoes were causing and the scary height of my position, I tried to cling to his fabric with all power I got, with all energy my tiny body could provide me with. I at least wanted to hold on until Jon reached the kitchen, where I could think of a way to get up his body to a safer place where I could make him notice me, maybe his shoulders first, then up to his ears. But I was fully aware of the fact that this would take a lifetime for me to accomplish, although I could not think of a way to make the procedure shorter and less exhausting.
Of course I could not know that one of those strange twists of fate would spare me the trip up my friend´s entire body. As Jon reached the kitchen, the threatening rumbling of his surely gigantic stomach could be heard again, making me shudder due to its dull, loud sound. Anyway, it wasn´t the rumbling that would change my situation drastically, but much rather Jon´s reaction to the rumbling. Obviously, his stomach protested in a way that made his entire body feel a sudden and short lasting pain. Still, the pain seemed to be powerful and intense enough that it caused him to lose his balance, and so he gripped the counter of the kitchen table in order to prevent himself from losing his balance. As harmless as this sounds, the problem for me was that he lifted up his leg in the process as some kind of reflex. It was a slight motion to him, but to me, it was so powerful and so fast that it made me lose my grip on the fabric immediately, due to the force with which he seemed to lift his leg - at least to me it seemed so. In a matter of seconds, I found myself being lifted high up into the air after having lost my grip on the fabric, with incredible speed and intensity.
Words cannot possibly describe the feeling I got at that moment, and this experience will always remain in my memory for its sheer, incredible results. First of all, it was the greatest feeling I ever had, in a certain way. You could not possibly imagine the thrill of flying through the air, passing it like a sharp blade and actually perceiving it. It was probably the greatest fun one could imagine, in terms of sheer excitement and having an adrenaline rush. Even when the world around me shifted and I began to fall down instead of flying up, the feeling of greatness persisted. Until I realized that I was falling down faster and faster with each passing second, knowing what would ultimately await me. Although I could not see anything around me properly - just the images of rushing and blurred pictures passing my eyes - I could at least see the ground which was the hard kitchen table. And it was crystal clear to me that once I´d hit the ground, there would nothing be left of me, not even a tiny speck indicating my dark fate. My eyes were filled with the fear of imminent death, and so I closed them, trying to focus my thoughts on those dear to me one last time. Interestingly enough, I didn´t even panic, I indeed remained rather calm, as I did not go nuts in view of my fate; I did think of those near to me. My caring parents...my lovely sister...my beloved girlfriend Kokoro...and of course Jon, my best friend. The thought of dying was in fact not what worried me the most, though. As my fall down lasted surprisingly long (like fall down from heavens...), I could accept my impending death, but I could not accept that a small motion of my friend would be responsible for my death. I didn´t want to die because of one of the persons near to me, one of the persons I cared about. Especially considering that he had no idea I was there.
"Good bye, all ye..." I thought to myself as it was only a matter of seconds until I would hit the ground and die, becoming some tiny, unrecognizable pile of goo...
My eyes were still closed, and my soul at rest, ready to enter the realm of God...
"Huh?"
After about ten seconds, I finally stood up from the surface of the vast kitchen table, looking down my body. Nothing seemed to have happened at all, there was no single scratch, and I didn´t even feel any pain inside me. You can imagine that this was hard to believe for me, that falling down several hundred meters would not affect me in any way, and so I thought at first that this was just my imagination, and that I was already in the underworld or whatever the afterlife truly is. So I touched my body at several spots, and to my surprise, it still felt like it did before: pretty much alive, with my heart still beating and pumping blood throughout my entire body, and with my lungs still inhaling the precious oxygen.
"I´m not...dead?" I whispered, realizing that my body began to tremble horribly, maybe because of the confusion due to these recent events. Having survived such a long and fast fall surely is not something you experience every day, after all, and being a religious person, I thought of it being a miracle, or several miracles combined. God´s doing. Maybe he wanted me to stay alive? Maybe he had a greater purpose for me in life? Of course, I quickly remembered Doc´s words about the pill´s effects protecting me from any harm, so this seemed to be more plausible than divine intervention. Although either was hard to believe at that moment.
I dared to look forward, seeing my gigantic friend standing at the fridge and looking inside. So obviously, he was about to eat something in order to satisfy his immense hunger - well, to me, it seemed immense, judging from the sound of his rumbling belly. Seeing my friend there was on the other hand the undeniable proof that I really was still alive. Of course I could have wondered why on earth I did not suffer the consequences of gravity, but at that time, I had no time to spare, knowing that I was not out of danger, not in the least bit, as I still had to get help from someone, with this certain someone being none other than Jon himself, my very best friend and my only choice.
From my position on the table, I watched Jon taking a steak out of the fridge, placing it onto a plate. According to my memory, this piece of flesh looked like what was left from the barbecue he, Kokoro and me were having a week ago. I remembered that it was actually a lot of fun, being together with the two persons I care about the most, Jon and Kokoro, my best friend and my girlfriend.
The thunderous sound of his shoes hitting the ground as he began to walk sent shivers down my spine, seeing that he was walking into my direction, holding the plate in his hand and the steak being placed on it. Damn...I still could not believe that this impossibly huge, walking thing was my friend, this thing of astronomical proportions. Well, it would have been hard to believe for him as well that this tiny, almost insignificant speck that was almost in the realm of bacteria was his friend Julian...
Although I knew he was still my best friend, he scared me to death with exactly those astronomical, unrealistic seeming proportions and those intimidating noises his body made, like the stomping of his feet or the rumbling of his stomach.
To my great dismay, my mega-sized friend was about to lower the plate directly above me as he had finally approached the kitchen corner I was on. I was still able to feel the vibrations in the ground the impacts of his shoes were causing, only not as strong as before. In any case, it was obvious that he would crush me with the plate in the process, and despite having survived the fall miraculously, I did not trust fate, God or Doc this time, and so I did the only reasonable thing I could think of: running away. Running away from the descending messenger of death that was mere white ceramic plate. And indeed, I ran as fast as my tiny frail body would allow it, with the vast shadow of the plate becoming bigger and bigger with each passing moment as it came nearer to the ground. And in the end, luck was on my side as the plate finally hit the surface of the kitchen table, with me lying on the ground only inches away after having jumped out of its away just in the nick of time. I was huffing and puffing, glad that I was able to escape death once again. Looking up into the air after this exciting yet exhausting fight for survival, I saw Jon searching for something in the cabinet far above me in the heavens, it seemed, as he really looked like a divine being from the realm of the Gods, in view of his sheer size...although that cliche of the omnipotent, almighty and gigantic divine being really was annoying, so I got rid of that stupid thought...although the thought of Kokoro being such a goddess seemed not so bad at all...if she would have been here, that is.
Next to me, I looked in awe at the vast plate, with the mountain sized steak on it. At that moment, some ideas were crossing my mind. I could attempt to climb onto the plate, trying to get nearer to my friend´s face and thus being able to get his attention somehow. But I knew of the possible dangers only too well. With the steak being on the plate, I could easily get eaten along with it, and I had no intentions at all to explore my best friend´s digestive tract first hand. There was also the slight possibility that he could accidentally inhale me (with the stream of air being inhaled and exhaled out of his nostrils being powerful enough to accomplish that) or crush me under his fingers. But I had no choice. It was a risky business, but I had to take the risk in order to get at least a slim chance of survival.  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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