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notyouraveragewriter · 2 years

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The beginning.

(Hello! This is my first writing I've made about this type of thing, so I hope people like it. This is my first post on this account, and depending on how this writing goes, I might be making more.)

!TW - Mentions of blood + gore!

(Word count - 2,050)

I was hidden underneath a tree. It was raining, so I tried to get away from being drenched, though my clothes were already soaked. The sound of thunder was a fear of mine, so being in the forest during a storm spooked me out. Thunder was the only noise that filled my ears, I shuddered with every ground shaking crash nature created. I could see nothing out of my glasses, so I placed them aside for slightly better vision.

The ground shook once again. I curled up into a ball, knowing that the storm wouldn’t be ending anytime soon. The ground shook again, but louder. And louder, and louder, over and over again rhythmically. I clenched my eyes tight from fear. Suddenly, the loud banging died down to how it was at the start. It was still raining, but the noises died down. I opened my eyes, assuming it was nearly over, only to be met with something other than thunder.

I saw black boots facing me. In disbelief, I slowly looked up. It was fuzzy without my glasses on, but when I looked up, I saw a body towering over me. I sat up in shock and fear. The giant figure began to lower to try and meet my height. My guess was it was around 50 feet tall, and I began to panic. I stood up, wanting to back away, but the tree I laid under was blocking my escape.

His eyes met my terrified ones. His eyes were such a dark brown, they looked black. I saw a grin slowly form on his face. “What are you doing out here? You’re gonna catch a cold.” He said. His deep voice sent a shiver down my spine. I saw him raise his hand. My eyes widened, and my fight or flight kicked in.

I ran to my right, avoiding him and the tree behind me. I sprinted as fast as I possibly could, even knowing if he wanted, he could easily catch up to me. Suddenly, the ground beneath me shook again. Now knowing the source of the sound, the adrenaline kicked in and I ran faster than I knew I could. I didn’t look back, but I could tell he was right behind me. The ground shook again, this time much closer, causing me to stumble. I immediately tried to stand my ground once again, and kept running. The ground continued to shake, from real thunder, and from his steps. With each crash, each felt like an earthquake, I stumbled, but with my longing of survival, I immediately stood back up.

I kept running forward, weaving in and out of trees, getting cut with each stick, thorn, blade of grass, and piece of bark that violently brushed against me. I knew if I kept running straight ahead, I’d get caught quickly, so I tried to run to the left. Luckily, it caught him off guard, and he stopped for a moment. I could hear him mumble, most likely trying to talk to me, but the adrenaline pumping through my body blocked out anything he tried to say.

Once again the ground shook, and I fell once again. I tried to get back up, but then I felt a sharp pain in my left leg. I looked down to find my kneecap twisted to the side.

I panicked knowing I couldn’t run. The blood rushing by my ears drowned out the sound of the rain as I saw a shadow tower from behind me. I turned around the best I could with the pain from my leg. “Don’t run, I don’t want to hurt you,” He said. My eyes widened as I saw him moving his hand towards me again.

He paused for a moment, and when I looked back at his face. I saw his eyes fixated on my leg. “Oh god…!” He exclaimed. His fingers grabbed on to the hurt leg, as gentle as he could manage, though it still hurt when he grabbed on. I saw his other hand come towards me. My shaking body was terrified. His hand that was already on my leg moved up a little more. His other hand grabbed onto my foot. “I’ve never done this before, this might hurt a little…” He said. I couldn’t imagine any pain worse than what I was already experiencing.

With no warning, he pulled on both my upper thigh and on my foot while one finger pushed my kneecap back into position. Surprisingly, the pain could get worse. It stung as if he broke my leg entirely. I whimpered in pain, clenching my fists tight to try and hold back tears. “I’m sorry!” He quickly exclaimed. When I looked down, however, my knee cap was in the right place. I still couldn’t run, but the sight of it made me let out a shaky sigh of relief. His hands backed off of my leg. “Better!” He said with joy.

His hands suddenly lowered back down, and began to scoop my trembling body up. I was immobile, so I couldn’t run from it. My other fight or flight sense kicked in involuntarily. When I was only a couple of feet off the ground, I went to attack his finger. I bit as hard as I could, accidentally making him bleed. I didn’t want to attack him, it was out of panic. “Ow-!” he exclaimed, and dropped me. Luckily, I was only 4 feet above the ground, so it didn’t hurt.

I didn’t care if it hurt like hell to run, I got up and sprinted the best I could. He was too focused on his bleeding finger that he didn’t see me run. I hid behind a tree, hoping he wouldn’t find me.

After a couple of seconds, I turned to face him from behind the tree, and saw him looking around; looking for me. I immediately turned back, away from him. “Hey…! Where’d you go?” He shouted, trying to get me to come out. I dug teeth deep into my bottom lip to prevent myself from whimpering in pain. My leg stung horribly, and it was hard to level my breathing from pain and fear. There were cuts all over my body, and the rain getting to them only made it worse.

Suddenly, an extremely sharp sting hit my kneecap. I unwillingly let out a slight whimper in pain. I covered my mouth, hoping he didn't hear. Sadly, he heard me. He began to walk in my direction, but there was too much pain in my leg to run. I tried to stay silent, hoping he wouldn’t see me.

Just my luck, he found me instantly. We locked eyes once again, this time his eyes had frustration in them. Knowing how much power he had over me, that frustration made me worry what he would do to me. Would he hurt me? Kill me? Find a way to torture me? Or worse? His hands both came down to my level. This time I didn’t fight it. I wanted to, but I didn’t want to hurt him in fear that I'd make him angry. I was in too much pain to run away, so I didn’t have a choice. I allowed him to pick me up.

I saw him mumble something under his breath, but I couldn’t make it out. I clenched my eyes closed as he took his other hand and covered half of the light above me. He was trying to stop the rain from getting to me, though it was far too late for that. The adrenaline started to wear off, though I was still terrified. I started to get drowsy, but I didn’t want to fall asleep in his hands, knowing all the power he had over me. Everything stung, and there was blood all over my body from scratches I got from trying to escape. I looked over at the finger I attacked. It was still actively bleeding. Looking at it made me wince in fear. ‘I didn’t mean to…’ I thought. ‘I panicked…’ I thought. ‘I’m going to die…’ I thought. ‘He’s going to kill me…’ I thought. These thoughts kept repeating in my mind. After around 5 minutes, I couldn’t fight it anymore. I started to pass out.

I woke up with a small, heated washcloth around my body, slightly red and brown from what I could only assume was from blood and dirt. It took me a second to adjust to my surroundings. Everything was still fuzzy without my glasses, but I could make most of it out. I was in a cabin, on a wooden table. There was a chair right beside me, with the man sitting in it. The chair and the table I was on was facing a fireplace.

I looked up at the man to see if he noticed that I was up, only to be met with his dark brown eyes. I began to tremble once again. He smiled. “Don’t be afraid, I only want to help you.! He assured me. A part of me believed him, but I still shook with fear.

“Also…” he began. I began to sit up, though the washcloth brushing against the cuts, that were almost all healed, made it hard. “I’m assuming these are yours?” He asked while reaching into his pocket. He pulled out my glasses. I nodded my head yes with excitement, glad that I didn’t lose my glasses. “I kind of figured! Here, I found them by the tree you were huddled under.” His fingers lowered beside me, causing me to flinch a little. I was hesitant, but I eventually, and quickly, took my glasses from the massive finger it was being held on.

I began to wipe down the glasses with the cloth I was wrapped in. When I put them back on, I looked up at the man once again. He had a much more calming grin compared to when I was clouded with fear back in the rain.

I followed his arm with my eyes, and looked further down until I saw his other hand. I looked at his index finger, the one I attacked. There was a bandage around the tip of it, slightly red from blood.

“S-sorry,” I managed to squeak out, though I was terrified to speak. I looked up at the man’s eyes. He looked confused. “For what?” He asked. I looked back down at his finger, trying to signal to him that’s why without having to speak. He followed where my eyes were fixed. He looked down at his finger. I looked back up at his face. There was a slight grin. “Oh! This?” He asked. I made a face of guilt as he raised his hand. I nodded my head yes. His grin became bigger. “Don’t be sorry about it! I’m sure I put you through much worse. I should be saying sorry!” He assured me. I smiled a little. “It didn’t hurt that much, don’t feel guilty.” He said.

“Is your leg okay?” He asked. I looked down at it. It still hurt, but not as much. It was more sore than hurt. “Let me see…” He said. His fingers lifted toward my leg. I flinched at the sight. I still didn’t really trust him. He slightly lifted my leg, which hurt for a second. “Sorry. I really didn’t mean to chase you like that.” He said. I knew that the chase was my fault, and he never did anything to hurt me. He was just being nice. Thinking about it, I hurt him, he never hurt me. I looked down in shame. I wanted to say sorry again, but I was still terrified, and I couldn’t bring myself to do it again.

“With a leg like that, you might need to stay here a little longer.” He informed me. He took his fingers off of my leg, which caused my sore leg to sting a little.

“If you’re going to stay here, I might as well get to know you.” He said. I reluctantly nodded my head in agreement. He made a soft smile. “For starters, my name is Max” He said. “What’s yours?” He asked. It took me a second to work up the courage and say my name. “...Robin.”

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