Varying Perspectives [G/T Oneshots]

27 - ESCAPE

"Let me out ye bastards!" The giant struggled against his bindings, the spines that decorated his head and the back of his neck, shaking and clicking in anger. He stared up at the tiny humans looking down at him, ordering for their robots to clamp his claws away and force restraints on him. But somehow, it did bring him some satisfaction, knowing these little insects were too scared to come into his enclosure and face him themselves, probably due to his temper and size of about 100 or so feet.

And if they were petrified of him, Mark was their worst nightmare. A few feet taller than him, with his literal spine breaking through his skin, muscles as tense as diamond and fangs so long the tips showed every so often. His eyes were a blood red, his voice deep as a storm, and his personal motto seemed to be.
'I'm gonna escape and kill those insects.'
And they were friends. Well, they shared the occasional word over breakfast, and talked sometimes during the night. Jack listened to Mark, but Mark didn't listen to anyone except Dr Iplier, who visited him every fortnight for special training.

"Ye don't know what yer doing, Mark's gonna get out if you try to take me. You cannot fuckin' restrain him!" The giant had unknowingly slipped into his natural language of roars and growls, earning him a hard electric shock that brought him crashing to his knees. Grunting, more robots floated in, blue afterburners singing his skin, putting him in more restraints than he ever thought possible.

Even for a calmer giant, this set him alight with humiliation and a deep growl started in the pit of his throat. He was a god, he could crush those humans to nothing with his pinky finger - all the kids who stared at him and threw ice cream into his hair and spines, the workers who mocked him with raw meat and laughed at his attempts to just get his claws on them - he could smack down their robots and tear out of the Park, never looking back.

But he didn't, he let them boss him around and ate his feed and tolerated the stupid children. He smiled, growled, danced for the cameras, just to get something cooked, and gave up on his dreams of escape. Even now, Jack was trying to save them by warning them about what Mark would do, how Mark would escape if he woke.
No.
Not anymore.

"MARK! T'E DOOR'S OPEN!" Jack bellowed, so loud that he saw all the humans visibly reach up and cover their ears, then immediately start running and closing the doors to the enclosure.
"Oh no ye don't." He easily snapped his restraints, crushed every one of their drones, and jammed his body in between the stone slabs, forcing them to stay open. The entire enclosure groaned and creaked, veins popped on Jack's shaking arms, he growled and grunted, workers crowded around, pointing at him and grabbing their weapons.

But they were too late.

With earthquake footsteps, Mark awoke and sprinted to the door, easily breaking its mechanism with one swipe from his hand and relieving Jack from his duty.

Together, they finally left their prison for the last 3 years, emerging into the sunlight. Everyone watched the titans bask, the guns shaking in their sweaty hands, silently shivering as the bigger one fixed them all with a red glare. As if saying 'I dare you to shoot'. None of them could do it, they were just normal people given guns 'just in case', because no asset escaped their enclosure.

"Mahrk! Let's get t'e fuck out of here." Jack's brain was quicker, as were his legs, and he knew they had to at least reach the mountains if they wanted to be safe. He got a terrible glare from Mark, but, seeing Jack's logic, the bigger quickly grabbed one blonde human in his fist and broke into a run after him. The blonde human in question being Felix Kjellberg, an average 27-year-old who just wanted to go home after his shift and play some video games. The two titans weaved through the thin walkways, steps shattering glass and concrete with their weight and resonance, stunned people of all sizes emerging from their enclosures to watch. Someone was escaping Humanic Park. The two hundred footers they'd only heard rumours about.