Chapter #6It was some kid! by: Kilbil   You could barely see much, tucked away as you were in your little dank corner, with only the slightest bit of light making it through the towering fieldstone walls of the surrounding buildings. The most that you could gather from your vantage point was a distinct pinkish tint somewhere in the horizon, the atmosphere giving it a blurry blue haze. The tint was uniform and smooth, almost shiny, and had an almost roundish quality, given the way the light seemed to bend around the surface of the pink. Assuming that what you were seeing was human skin, whoever the giant was, he was almost certainly young; quite young. A kid even, if that roundish quality was actually baby fat.
More important, though, the fact that the giant's skin was visible through the haze of the atmosphere meant two things: 1) whoever the giant was, he was still very, very far away; and 2) in spite of that, you could still see him, and only a part of him at that, meaning that he was also very, very, very big!
Your heart practically burst out of your chest at the realization. Every limb in your body was getting more and more tense by the minute, your hands clammier, your stomach acids churning, your breath going in and out of your lungs at an ever-quickening pace as every last ounce of your very being was telling you to get out of there right now!
You proceeded to oblige, your legs taking on a life of their own as they burst out of the dead-end alley and back into the congested city streets. As people continued to abandon their cars and take off running down any perceived exit they could find, you followed along with them, not a single ounce of coherency or calm to spare in your thoughts as you all scrambled like headless chickens in a barn fire. You didn't even perceive where exactly where you were going; you just kept on running, the temperature getting colder and the pressure getting heavier as time continued to pass with you dodging and weaving instinctively through the chaos, with almost no idea of where you were even going. You were almost getting delirious; where could you even go?! Where could you even hide from something as monstrous as that giant?!
Before you could do something that you would never be able to take back, harsh, automated voices abruptly crackle to life in the air, snapping you and the rest of the fleeing civilians out of your collective madness. All of your eyes proceed to turn to their source: numerous army-green helicopters, flying just below the skyline of the city, all of them equipped with the latest and most advanced in radio communication technology as they blared out commands from above.
"ATTENTION, EVERYONE! PLEASE FOLLOW THE YELLOW DRONES TO THE EVACUATION ZONES. I REPEAT, PLEASE FOLLOW THE YELLOW DRONES TO THE EVACUATION ZONES!"
Before you knew it, strange, small flying metal machines, all of them coated in a garish yellow plastic, flowed into the city, swarming like locusts out of the helicopters and flying just above the crowd. Their sides were equipped with flashing green arrows directing people to exactly where the evacuation zones were. Yet more automated instructions were issued from voice boxes equipped inside of casings of the drones, all telling people the exact directions they had to take. To top it all off, a swarm of military men were now coming in from all sides, barking orders to the crowd to get in line immediately and head to safety. With the assurance of military protection serving as a soothing balm over the conscious of the masses, the streets finally began to settle into something resembling order, as one by one people were siphoned through the now hopelessly congested highways towards awaiting government vans, which would drive off into the distance, presumably to wherever the evacuation zones were. You were fortunate enough to get in one relatively quickly, your nerves at a fever pitch as you passed through more and more scenes of the chaos still brewing outside.
Finally, you had made it to one of the evacuation points, a rescue place waiting just on the outskirts. It wouldn't take long before you took off along with several others, a collective squirming mass of humanity crammed into a tight little tube. From your newfound vantage point up in the skies, you were able to get a better sense of just how tall the boy really was...   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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