the Giant

Taken

Not the same as Hillys, but I thought it fit. This chapter is originally titled 'Captured'
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He couldn't scream, face pale and slack jawed as he looked up at it. At him.
Scared was an understatement.
Jack was terrified.
The.. giant man seemed to be.. surprised?
His expression had changed from one of annoyance to one of interest. Jack didn't know which one terrified him more.

He took in the Giants appearance. Black, unkempt hair, a bit of stubble much like Jacks own, tattered clothes (thankfully) and giant, observant brown eyes.
Jack averted his gaze, staring out over the line of trees in front of him.
His breathing was uneven and rushed as he tried to keep calm. Just looking at the guy was intimidating enough. But the look of interest and how his gaze seemed to trace everything was beyond terrifying.
This isn't real this isn't real this isnt-
Jacks silent mantra was cut short when a large shadow engulfed him, eliciting a loud (and totally manly) scream from the petrified irishman. This seemed to break him out of his petrified state, "Someone please! I don't want to die!" He screamed, tears streaming down his face as he tried to curl in on himself.
The shadow seemed to hesitate before he was surrounded by the calloused hand of the giant.
To say the least, it was the weirdest feeling the Irishman had ever felt.
Jack squirmed and kicked, screaming in every language he knew for help.
This only resulted in the hold on him getting a tad bit tighter.
Jack was sure the giant could feel his pulse by now.

As Jack continued to wiggle and yell to be put down and let go, which the giant didn't seem to care for, they started to move.
And damn was Jack glad he hadn't drunken anything before they left.
With every step, Jack lurched a little, the momentum causing his head to bob and smack into the giant, tanned hand a few times.
He refused to look down as they traveled, but he knew the trees were whizzing by because before he could fully process anything, the scenery had completely changed.
The forest was more dense and there was an outcrop of large, stone platforms and boulders.
Jack was laid on one of them and was practically launched a foot off the floor when the raven haired giant plopped down cross legged a few yards away.
Though it probably seemed like feet to the big guy.
Jack pulled against the rope as the giant watched, clearly amused by his antics.
Sure he probably had a bad case of rope burn, but fuck it.
He was panicked as it was, and the giant shadow looming over him wasn't helping.
Jack trembled, his fighting useless, as he pulled weakly at the rope.
He took a deep breath, the thing was human-ish. He might know how to talk, right? Or at the very least understand.
"H-hey!" He yelled up, voice cracking towards the end trying to put on a brave face even if it was smudged with tears.
The giant brown eyes peering down at him seemed to light up at the sound of Jack voice. It was seriously unnerving.
The giant face got closer, much to Jacks discomfort.
He flinched, regretting saying anything, though he pressed on.
"C-Can you, uh.. can you untie me..?" Jack gulped, a shudder running through him as the Giants breath spanned over him.
It seemed to take the being a moment to process Jacks request before he smiled and nodded.
The size of his teeth.. Jack felt like he was going to pass out.
Before he could say anything else, a giant finger rolled him over.
Jacks heart raced. He was going to be fine. Right?
He looked over his shoulder at the sound of shuffling, curiosity getting the better of him.
His eyes widened and his blood ran cold. It had looked like nothing more than a big piece of oddly shaped stone at first, but with the way the giant was holding it, it looked like a knife.
Scenario after scenario ran through Jacks mind. This was it, this was how he died. Chopped to bits. But for what? A stew? Was he going to get made into food now?
He started to trembled, squeezing his eyes shut as he looked away.

He waited.

He waited for the sharp pain of being cut in half. Of something slicing through him like a carrot.
But it never came. The only thing that did was the cold stone grazing his wrists as the rope gave way.