The Secret Life of Jack

ch 2

Jack stumbled towards the space behind the stove, the place he'd hidden the entryway to his home.
His blue eyes were blown wide with panic, heart speeding up so much his heartbeat felt nonexistant.
He'd been spotted. And even worse the giant was getting closer if the grounds shaking wasn't evident enough.

The irishman was on the verge of tears. He'd have to leave. Tonight.
No way around it. It was the only way to keep himself safe.

But he couldn't think of that now. He just had to focus on getting to the gap between the wall and the stove.
He was almost there with the giant right on his heels.
He was free! He lunged for the space, home mere inches away!
SMACK
Jack ran into a hard yet soft surface, causing him to fall back with a shout. Dazed, he scrambled away from whatever he had rammed into before he was scooped up in a giant fist.

He thrashed, his fear of being squashed like in all the stories he'd been told when he was but a lad overpowering his fear of falling from such a large height.

"Let go of me ye bastard!" Jack screamed, doing his best to bite at the giant hand with how he'd been grabbed.
His arms were restricted and only half his torso was exposed, making it hard to bend over to bite the humans skin.

If anything, his thrashing and screaming made the humans hold tighten ever so slightly, constricting his breathing until his panicked screams turned to labored breaths.
Jack was brought to eye level, green hair hanging in his face as icy blue met warm brown.
The borrower went rigid, already impaired breath catching in his throat as the human stared in awe.
His voice was soft as he spoke, "wow.. you're so tiny..!" The raven haired man beamed, backing up to sit on top of the island.
Jack gulped, pale faced and wide eyed as he tried to shrink even more.
He'd broken the most important rule in borrowing. What would his dad think? What would his ma think?

"Don't be scared, I promise I won't hurt you." The human quietly proposed, gaze traveling every inch of Jack that was visible.

"C-C-Can you put me down then..?" Jack wheezed out, hoping it was loud enough for the human to hear.

The Giants brows raised, "What accent is that?"
He seemed to completely ignore the request, but he did bring his other hand up to cup the other so he wouldn't be trapped in his fist.

Jack rubbed his sides with a groan and a large gasp of air. He'd definitely have bruises tomorrow as he sat in the humans hand. Where else could he go? He was too high up to jump, a fall from this height would surely kill him, and if not that then it'd hurt like a bitch.

Jack gulped, too caught up in his thoughts to notice the slight shift in muscle. He stiffened when he felt something rub his back, presumably the humans finger.

"Hey, are you ok? Did I hurt you?" The human asked, brow furrowing in concern.

He didn't know what to do, surely this handsy giant was going to throw him in a cage like some sort of animal, trap him in a jar like some sort of bug. So why was he acting like he cared?

When the giant hand suddenly started moving, Jack couldn't help but flinch and brace himself for the worst.
But instead of meeting cool glass or having the hand drop out from under him, he heard the hand thump against the countertop.
Jack opened his eyes, having screwed them shut to block out what he had thought would be a cruel fate, and looked up at the human.
He was giving him a soft smile, one someone would give to a frightened animal in an attempt to calm it down.
"Go on, you can stand on the counter if ya want." His soft spoken voice offered. It was something Jack didn't hesitate to accept.

Sliding off the hand, he winced. His sides aching as he moved. He'd definitely be bruised tomorrow. With no means of cover nearby, Jack was forced to turn around and face the brown scrutinizing gaze.

The human reached around the counter for a chair, his eyes never leaving Jack, and Jack's eyes never leaving him. "I'm really sorry I hurt you.. You're probably terrified." He gave an apologetic smile, guilt evident in his features.

Jack didn't buy it for a second, why would a human being be sorry? They stole his kind and killed them, kept them as pets, or worse, made them lab rats. For all he knew, he was the only borrower in America.

"My names Mark. I'm sure you know Chica if how she acted was anything to go by.." Mark sat in the chair, arms folded against the island as his head descended to rest against them. He was practically eye level with Jack, and it caused the Irishman to back up.

After a silent staring contest that lasted a few minutes, Jack spoke. "Wh-What do you want..?"

If he was going to leave, he might as well answer a few questions the human, Mark, had. Maybe he'd let him go if he was more... compliant.