the Giant

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They'd walked well past the tree line by now, Jack trailing just a couple paces behind Adam as he rambled on about 'perfect lighting' and 'finding the best angles.'
All these an movie director would need to talk about.
But something was off. He couldn't quite place it, but Jack felt like something was wrong.

If Adam was worried about being ambushed, why was he talking so freely? So loudly?

He wasn't paying as much attention to what was being said as to how it echoed against the trees. Trees he'd have to be able to recognize if he wanted to make it out of this alive

Adam placed his hand on Jacks chest, stopping him in his tracks. "Look, I know the situation is... odd. Especially with how everyone seems to put a different spin on it. But you have to trust me. And pay attention because you almost stepped into some poison oak."

Jack looked down, muttering a soft thanks as he moved to walk around the hazardous bush.
Honestly, he may be too busy trying to map out how to get back to the boat to pay attention to what he was doing. But he needed to. What if they get attacked? Or separated? He didn't want to end up like those girls.. those poor girls.. what happened to them?
What did the natives do to them?
The guys had mentioned some sort of ritual.. what did that even entail?
"Adam, I have a few questions." Jack looked over at the male walking a bit a ways in front of him who simply nodded and spoke over his shoulder.
"Go for it."
"What exactly did the natives do with those girls? I wanna know what I'm risking here." A simple and reasonable question. One he should have asked before stepping into the God forsaken forest.
"Well.. I'm not exactly sure.." He mumbled, but Jack wasn't too convinced.
"Tell me or I'm heading back." He stopped in his place. There was no way in hell he'd keep going, especially if Adam was just leading him to certain death.
"Jack, don't be so difficult. If you really wanna know, just be patient, filming starts soon." He huffed.
Jack glared. "What do you-?" He was cut off when something was shot into the back of his neck. He panicked, reaching up and ripping out the projectile. How the hell did people so isolated have poisoned darts? Sure they looked.. hand made...
Jack looked up, eyed wide with fear. "Wh-What the hell?!"
His vision started to darken at the edges as the world around him seemed to shift.
"Sorry kid, business is business." He mused as Jack fell to the floor.

Everything went black

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Everything was still fuzzy.
His head pounded.
And he was... standing up?
Jack groaned, sore as all hell as he tried to lift his head and get a look at his surrounding.
He squinted against the.... bright overhead lights?
He looked around, which was all he could do since he'd been tied to some kind of pole in the middle of a large stage-like rock structure.
They were still outside.. but there was an entire camera crew along with, who he could only assume, were the natives, around the edge of the trees near the bottom. And he managed to be able to keep his bag.
Where were they?
Why was he so high up?
Where was Adam?
How the hell was he going to get out this alive?
He wasnt. As grim as the realization was, he just knew he wasn't going to get out of this. But he'd sure as hell wouldn't go down without a fight.

As soon as the world wasn't spinning, and hed mustered up enough courage to peer over the edge to the best of his ability, Jack pulled against the rope, sneering in the direction of the onlookers. "Let me go! This is a load of shite! Get me down from here or for the love of fuck I'll beat your heads in!" He snarled, Irish accent thick with rage.
No one moved.
Some merely looked at him with guilt as others looked fearfully towards the tree line.
"What's going on?!" He yelled, there had to a reason. And he hoped to whatever all powerful being was listening that a giant hairy monkey wasn't going to come out of nowhere and swipe him up. It was beyond absurd.

Jack continued to scream, in English and Irish, profanities and curses. Something to get them to at least come up and make him shut up.

But all he got in return was the sound of a loud horn. It sounded like someone was blowing into a conch shell. Why the hell would they-

Jacks heart plummeted to his stomach as the ground shook.
This can't be real.
He thrashed against the bonds, his threats and curses turning to please that fell on deaf ears.
The loud snaps of falling trees, the echoing thud of  giant footsteps.
I've gotta get out of this! There has to be a way!
Tears threatened to fall as Jack panicked, his body trembling as the earth did. Whimpered that weren't his own could be heard from down below. A low but loud, inhumam growl that sounded ass if it came from all around.
I can't die this way, I don't want to die this way! This can't be real!
The soft shrieks of children, the rustling of nearby trees. Was it from behind?
Jack froze, time seemed to stop as he felt a warm breeze.. a breath.. blow over him.
Every muscle in his body tensed, his trembling coming to a halt that would leave him aching tomorrow.
He dared a look back.
Eyes traveling up.
And up.
And up.
To meet dark pools of brown.
It was looking straight at him.