My Pet Human {UNDER SERIOUS EDITING}

The Beginning

'No one has ever made himself great by showing how small someone else is.' ~Irvin Himmel

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~Axel~

Three laquanian years ago, The Director ran. He scooted through the streets via the shadows and low hanging trees and branches, his heart thumping in his chest. He wore nothing but strips of material that were once his clothes. With the physique of a man in his thirties and the laquanian blood coursing through his veins, he was perhaps one of the most wanted humans alive. He'd escaped from a testing laboratory a few hours ago, where he'd been sent along with his two brothers, Cain and Seth after Eve had given birth. Neither boys knew their parents and definitely didn't know why they were ten times smaller than everything else.

The Director had managed to escape, though. Before the giants had managed to switch his sex. They didn't want three male humans, when only both sexes can conceive a child. Unfortunately, The Director would have become female if he'd remained there any longer.

So he'd abandoned his twin brothers and fled into the streets of Laquania, the giants thundering by so loudly that his ears popped. He knew that the giants would find him and take him away. They'd force him into a sexual transmission and he'd mate with one of his brothers.

His brothers.

 The laquanians had wanted more humans, but The Director wasn't ready. He couldn't comprehend the thoughts of becoming female any better than anyone. It was luck that brought him down into the drain. Well, actually it was a thunderstorm. The last storm he'd ever documented during his long lifespan. The multiplied raindrops were the size of swimming pools to the poor human, and he found himself being washed down the side street and into a gutter. He tried desperately to claw at the thick concrete, but suddenly he was slipping down into the metal grate of the drain.

There wasn't an end to the tunnel. The Director, soaking wet and chilled to the bone by the freezing water fell limply into the base of the monstrous drainage system, his tiny body barely creating a splash. The glue-like consistency of the water tugged menacingly at his clothes, forcing him under. Suddenly, the current had taken a turn and the human was plummeted into a suction pipe, his body windmilling around. He couldn't feel anything. He was trapped in a spiralling body of murky grey water.

It was a miracle he survived the journey. The Director had blacked out halfway through, but when he opened his eyes once more, he discovered The Human Resistance. Having no floodgates constructed at the time, it was dripping wet, the cracked lights above blinking on and off. The human lay still amongst wet, grainy sand. As he'd picked himself up off the ground and brushed himself off, he swallowed.

Mineshaft.

 

An enormous mineshaft, scaled to the proportion of a Laquanian. Wherever he was, the director knew that the laboratory wouldn't find him again. No one was in sight. After the first two laquanian years had gone by down in the underground compound, The Director had noticed that above him, people of his small stature thrived. He'd been quick to learn the flooding period down in the mineshaft, where the water was drained through the pipes. Abiding by that rule, he'd formed a half decent lifestyle.