Humans Alone (G/T)

Chapter One

The crunching of glass made Michael jump, his hand shooting to the small blade he holds in his boot. When looking for the source of the noise, he felt rather dumb when he realized he was the one causing the sound. He had stepped on a broken picture frame, a dirty photo of a young couple laying among the debris. 

It hurt him. Knowing that so many families were destroyed, ripped apart by the invasion of what he simply calls 'The Giant's'. They were truly frightening creatures. They could be almost human if it weren't for one distinguishing feature. Their eyes.

The eyes of The Giant's are of a fairly normal size, shape, and color. But the pupil is what is so different. The pupil, instead of being round, is a catlike slit right down the iris. That was the only difference between their looks. And the height is obviously another major distinction. 

Michael could remember just a few days ago, two Giant's had found him. he had been caught in a net, and trying to get down before they saw him. The Giant he could only assume was the father of the other had been...well, almost kind to the human. It was the younger one that glared and scowled at him. He could have sworn he was going to be killed, but the older male had let him live. 

Pulling his leather satchel over his shoulder, he hurried to where he knew was a grove of plenty of fruit trees. He hasn't been to this clearing for quite a while, so he can't say he wasn't surprised when he saw the hut. But to his disappointment, this hut wasn't for humans. It was large. Clearly built by The Giants. 

There wasn't just the hut. There were pens, made out of branches and vines. One pen with cows, one with chickens, and one with a few horses. Horses. If he could just steal one of those, he'd be able to get around much quicker and easier.

He'd have to work quickly. Michael ran over to the large pen, observing the twine and branches used to keep it up. The latch to keep the horses inside was above him, just an arm's reach away. 

His blue eyes darted around, trying to see if the Giant's were even around. He couldn't see inside of the thatch hut, so wherever they are isn't here for now.

Stretching his arm over his head, he fumbled with the latch of the pen. "Come on." He hissed, his fingers grazing the wooden lock. 

Just as he nearly got it, and thought he might actually be able to get away with this, a shadow fell around him and he froze right where he was. 

"Another human." A deep voice mumbled behind him. "Turn around and face me. I hope you weren't thinking about stealing anything."

Michael's hands began to shake, and very slowly he turned to face The Giant, his eyes widening. This was The Giant that had cut him free from the net. What should he do now? Maybe he wouldn't be as forgiving this time around. "S-Sir, I-I can e-explain." 

"You're the human I cut down." The Giant's own eyes widened and he knelt down to be closer to eye level with the human. "If you can explain, go ahead."

Needing to take a step back, Michael took a deep shaky breath. "I-I'm sorry."

"That's not an explanation." The large being chuckled, his cat-like pupils darting around as he observed the human. "You could probably be useful. How about this...I offer shelter, food, and drink, in return for favors I ask of you." 

"I can't trust you," Michael mumbled, taking a step away from The Giant. He let out a quiet yelp when a huge hand shot out and grabbed his arm tight enough to the point he thought he'd be bruised.

"Please, just trust me. Other Masonin's will want to kill you if they find you. You're lucky enough that I'm one of the nicer ones."

"M-Masonin?" Michael scowled. At least he knew the name of the race now. But he doesn't want to stay here. Not when he knows there's that younger...Masonin who would kill him. 

"My name is Heath. Follow me." Heath stood back to his full height, watching the human shift uncomfortably. "If you don't I will drag you. I am no killer, but your kind are currently not at the top of the food chain. I do not want to have to hurt you."

Michael gulped, slowly nodding at Heath. Now he remained silent, following the tall man as he entered the hut, holding the door open so Michael could get in.

"My son isn't a fan of humans, he is still set in what we use to do. Rumors were that we bred humans, we've never done that." Heath chuckled deeply and sat in a large chair, watching Michael closely.

Michael only nodded again, looking around the room they entered. It was huge. It was the only room though, with straw and leaves laid out as beds, and several wolf skins stitched together for two blankets. One chair, which Heath was now sitting in, and a small table. 

"Do you have a name little fella?" Heath glanced at the human with an arched brow, his eyes scanning him and trying to read him.

"Michael," Michael mumbled as softly but as clearly as he could. His grip tightened around the straps of his satchel. Could he make it if he ran? There had to be a way to get away. The front door was still open a crack. So taking a deep breath he started to sprint. 

Throwing the door open, he ran out into the warm sun, running as fast as his legs could carry him. He could feel the vibrations of the heavy footfalls. Clearly, the Masonin was chasing him. It was a bad idea, he regrets his decision to try and run.

He was hit from behind, but he saw the giant hand out of the corner of his eye that turned him so he landed on his back rather than his face. 

The Giant scowled down at the human, crouching down. "You need to know just who you are dealing with." 

Sorry if this seemed rushed! I was excited to start writing! I hope you enjoyed this first chapter!